Menagerie of Madness

A Mass Intelligence

2020-02-22T20:23:00.001-06:00

Scientists discover a microbe that creates what they call "bacterial nanowires." They are actually neural axons of a super mass intelligence. These are introduced into an engineered biological computer system. The consequence is the super intelligent mass becomes aware of humans, and aims to consequently wipe them out.

Crime Scene Camera Obscura

2019-07-12T14:27:00.000-05:00

The 911 dispatcher reported a vehicle crashing into a home. The first responders found no one driving the car, but the vehicle was in neutral and the steering wheel was secured with an anti-theft device and a rope, ensuring that the trajectory of the vehicle would cause the impact on the specific residence.

Upon entering the residence for a welfare check, the first responders immediately called for backup.It was clear that the house itself was a crime scene.

The entire property surrounding the house was taped off. The procedure was to first eliminate the first responders impact on the scene, then circle the property clockwise with a gradually decreasing radius, looking for foot prints and any evidence. Strangely, there was no other foot traffic, at all. Nothing.

It didn't make any sense until the CSI team entered the house. Every window was completely blacked-out, covered in Aluminum foil.

In the Living Room, the West facing window was also completely covered in foil, with one exception, a tiny, perfect circular hole in the middle, A microphone stand held a duct taped magnifying glass only a few inches away from the hole.

The lead detective ordered everyone to turn off their flashlights. After everyone's eyes adjusted to the darkness, an image of the outside world of the west, refracting through the pinhole in the window foil, was projected on the east wall of the living room. The only audience for the spectacle was a corpse sitting upright in couch turned away from the window to the east wall.

The image refracted the sun setting over Los Angeles. Everyone was silent, watching the motion of the sun, something taken for granted by everyone until this moment. The lead CSI leaned into the corpse and inhaled through his nose. A confused look crept over his face. He wondered how many sunsets this corpse sat through without actually witnessing. The only odor detected was soil. Just a smell of normal dirt.

The police and investigators were milling about the room and search the house as the image of the Sun tracked down towards the floor. Unnoticed on the sofa's end table, an alarm clock suddenly rang. Everyone turned and stared for a second, then laughed! Was it some sort of prank? It could be evidence. It was bagged for fingerprints.

The sun set. The police turned on their flashlights, and the corpse was gone.

The patrolmen outside, busy keeping the news media from infiltrating the crime scene heard explosive noises and screams from inside the house.

Sleepless Imagination

2019-03-06T09:23:00.000-06:00

I try to lay quietly in bed so I can go to sleep, but my mind is like having three or four television sets on at the same time, with the volume turned all the way up.

I was imagining a super hero that did everything and had no flaws what-so-ever. He discovered his powers by accidentally triggering a plasma field around him so hot he melted into the Earth, at one point passing through an active coal mine, setting it on fire as he continued to the Earth's mantle.

He floundered for a while as he continued to fall toward's the core, but finally found his flight skills and headed toward a strange dark ledge that turned out to be the Cascadia Subduction Zone ridge along the Pacific North West.

He passed through a massive open space which turned out to be part of the Yellowstone Super Caldera. All this time he neglected to look behind himself. He was boring a man-sized hole up through the crust, followed not by magma, but mantle material (supposedly something much worse, but if I'm wrong, just go with it.)

He finally emerges in the ocean through a thermal vent at the bottom of the sea and cools down. Eventually he makes it ashore near Ocean Shores, Washington, totally naked. Luckily it's winter, but he still gets caught stealing clothes.

He's only held for a little while because a massive earth quake off shore triggers a tsunami and everyone must evacuate. In the prisoner transport, the guards have the radio on listening to disaster reports coming from Wyoming and Illinois where he first flamed up.

He just kept his head down, his mouth shut and his shackles on. At least for the time-being.

The Desertion

2018-09-25T18:36:00.000-05:00

In this dream I was a child soldier on a mission though a huge mansion at the top of a cliff overlooking a rough ocean, only we were being chased by another squad, more loyal to the leader than us. We were being hunted down and shot one by one because we were deserting the gang or whatever..

I managed to find a hiding spot and came close to being found but wasn't. I was the only one left, and I had a smartphone in my possession that the leader wanted. It was evidence. After everyone was gone, I climbed out to find dead bodies everywhere, from both sides.

I retrieved the smartphone from a hiding place and as per typical TV episode involving phones, it rang at exactly the right moment. It was the leader telling me he will find me, so I faked speaking French like I was talking to a waiter, as if it would throw him off, but it didn't work because I didn't know French and just spoke gibberish. That's when I woke up.

Disappointment

2018-07-11T09:16:00.001-05:00

Wyoming on my way to live in Seattle for what I thought might be 'til the end.

I Dreamed I was with a dance group who dressed up like Santa Claus. I thought this was good because I would fit in because of my obesity anyway. I couldn't keep up.

I dreamed I was given three choices for employment, the closest, least qualified option was to be a Tattoo Artist. I know nothing of the art, yet I found myself standing on a street corner attempting and failing at the task again and again.

I dreamed of being occupied with a distraction at home in my bedroom, yet knowing someone was standing at the door out of the corner of my eye, speechlessly watching me as I carry on with useless things, because all the words that can be said have been said to exhaustion.

I dreamed I heard someone walk toward my room from down the hall, stop short of entering, sigh then turn around and leave. I knew this time it was forever, but it wasn't just one person, it was everyone I ever knew in the form of one lumbering shadow, shrinking away in the distance, down a hallway once darkened in happy memories. Then all that remained was the glaring light through the empty doorway at the end of the hall.

Nightmare on May 31

2018-05-31T07:38:00.003-05:00

This morning in a dream before I wake up precisely at 6:40:

I hear someone frantically knocking at the door. It's pitch dark out. But I know who it is. It's someone with whom I'm supposed to interview for a job. I quickly answer the door. No one is on the porch. I close the door.

Then knocking again. (it was really the sound of some guys replacing a roof on a nearby house). I answer the door again, I look across the street way down at the corner. I hear a voice saying "hellooo! Sorry you missed out! Bye!" fading in the distance. (Not in those exact words, but the emotional roller coaster caused by REM sleep brain maintenance triggered a reverse rationalization to create the dream experience.)

I close the door. (I'm still in my dream). My phone rings. It's my Veterans Employment Support Specialist: "Why didn't you answer the door!" "Uh, I, well.. I did answer, twice, and nobody was there!" "Oh well, I guess that's it then." My heart sunk. I thought he didn't believe me.

Fade to a new dream. (In dreams, context is interpreted as time. Since dreams can occur within just a few seconds, but feel like hours, we only perceive that long periods have passed because our rational minds are constrained to the physical laws of reality. Dreams can mishmash fragments of our memories together to create wholly unique experiences.)

I was carrying an M-60 machine gun, or some weapon larger than an M-16. I was part of a team of six people. We were in a large burned out warehouse on a military base, sifting through piles of ashes and rubble for supplies. I managed to find one round of ammo in a box. Everything else was long-ago cooked off.

I jumped onto an armored personnel carrier and the noise triggered a zombie to pop the top. I got him just like Whac-a-Mole. I remember jumping down and seeing a big pile of empty, warped, charred ammo boxes. Everyone was frustrated and leaving.

And I woke up.

The Poisonous Joke

2018-03-28T14:02:00.000-05:00

Spoiler: There is only the mention of a joke here, not an actual joke.

I didn't have many friends in school, but I remember one friend who, after all these years, is still tortured in his mind by what happened one day by the hall lockers.

He was a nice person at heart, I know this because he hung out with me at lunchtime. It was late fall when he found himself also hanging out with the popular kids.

One day I was walking through the hall and he had his back to me. One of the popular kids saw me coming and made a joke about me. My friend, because he was so nice, under peer pressure, laughed at the joke.

The popular joker kid looked at me and said hi to me. My friend turned around in horror and saw me walking by. I didn't look at him. I just kept walking. We never spoke again.

Gradually over time he forgot the incident, but every time he saw me, he would have negative feelings, which by now he forgot was his guilt.

He eventually came to despise me because I triggered negative feelings in him, which were actually his own fault.

Hanging out with the popular crowd, he began to mock me and continue to become ever more popular.

From time-to-time he remembers me, and takes another drink of Whiskey. He died. The end.

Lucid Dreaming

2017-11-19T17:36:00.001-06:00

There is a threshold between being consciously awake and dreaming in sleep which actually has more substance than being just a paper-thin barrier. The point where you are aware that you are dreaming just before waking up.

I was able to for the first time, force myself to stay in the dream and take control of how I moved and manipulate the things in the environment. Not very well, however.

In my typical dreams, I am merely presented with objects or people that are composites of memories, based on whatever chemical process happens to be occurring in my brain.

This time, however, I suddenly became consciously aware that I was in a store that specialized in holiday decorations, in particular, Halloween. I think the original process intended to evoke fear, but I picked up what turned out to be a very poorly made rubber Frankenstein mask.

The store turned out to be closed at the time and I was confronted by employees, but then I became aware they were actually lip-synced to a podcast to which I was earlier listening when I fell asleep. They were out of context with the situation my brain was processing, which emboldened me further to take control.

I raised my arms toward an open skylight in the store and floated up to the roof. I was out of their reach. I raised my arms again, toward the sky over the rooftops, and there I was, flying at will, over short buildings, and around taller ones. People below me were saying "Look at that asshole!" "What a dick!" Like they were jealous. It made me smile.

Then I suddenly became aware of my breathing. I tried to resist going toward what looked like a big wall, or super-sized television screen that was flickering and snowy. Then it disappeared and all that remained was the darkness of the inside of my eyelids. I was awake.

For a second afterward, I tried to slip back under the barrier and almost did. After a moment I had no choice but to open my eyes.

I hope I can do that again. I was drinking small doses of coffee and listening to podcasts before falling asleep. Somewhere in there is the safety harness of conscious awareness I can cling to as I descend into dreamland.

The Withering

2017-11-11T12:04:00.001-06:00

We first started receiving the signals a few years ago. We were going to finally witness the return to our planet of the Ancient Astronauts everyone was talking about.

I used to laugh every time I saw the show about Ancient Aliens on the History Channel of all places. I thought it was a huge hoax or conspiracy theory, but now we can get live video from the approaching armada of space ships, populated by human-like people.

There were all kinds of reports in the media about the human volunteers who left long ago, and are now returning after countless generations of progeny born in the vast darkness of space.

The first ship was coming down on a plateau outside of Lima, Peru. I won the lottery to stand in the front row when they opened the door and the first of them walked out to touch their home soil again for the first time in eons.

A large vessel slowly lowered through the clouds above, barely displacing them. No sound of rockets or any engines, the massive thing touched down. Barely audible was the sound of it's weight settling into the sand. Something deep under the soil made a loud cracking sound in a deep tone like an iceberg calving away from a glacier.

At first everyone panicked. Standing up from their folding chairs, and listening for another sign of danger, but none came.

Through my binoculars I could see where the doors are. Luckily I brought a tripod with me so my hands wouldn't get tired. I suddenly had the urge to snack. Staring through my tripod-mounted binoculars, I was able to tear open and eat a bag of Funyuns.

The doors slid open and the cameras began flashing and clicking uncontrollably. Through my temporary blindness from the camera flashes, I could see some figures emerge from the ship. They were human. They were definitely bipedal.

As they approached I started hearing groans and screams from the journalists. I started to feel dizzy myself and my nose started bleeding. We were being exposed to something that these aliens who were once human didn't realize would be harmful to planet dwellers protected under the Van Allen Belt.

They had evolved in the harshness of space. The generations that survived were immune to cosmic rays at every wavelength. But we were not. I came to this realization as I lay on the ground, staring at the sky, while my brain cooked from being exposed to these people.

The Negative Gravity Problem

2017-11-11T11:25:00.002-06:00

We were standing in the workshop when the fellas from research and development showed up with a five gallon container, surrounded by Lead weights and welded to the cart. They were pushing it too fast and the thing hit the swinging double doors, busting the left door from it's bottom hinge.

It was still floating an inch off the floor so the cart pitched and yawed, bending the caster wheels of the cart as each corner of the cart individually bounced off the floor.

"Yoh! What the Hell, man!? Whose gonna fix that shit!" Harold said in a tone you could tell he could barely control, as he looked up from his newspaper. His first coffee cup of the morning still four-fifths full. He shot a look over his bifocals that would cast a pall over the rest of the day. His feet didn't move from his desk. "Chain that shit over in the corner. God dammit!"

The rest of us stood there, hearts sinking simultaneously. We all would have called in sick today if we saw today's invoice. Today we must install gravity thrusters. If the material escapes the container uncontrolled, it will expose the entire workshop that's not behind lead shielding.

The last time it happened, all the exposed materials, including people were forced away from the gravitational pull of the planet, the other gravitational forces in the solar system, the galaxy, and so-on. And so-on.

Continental Calving

2017-10-21T10:48:00.000-05:00

You know how glaciers calve into the sea, creating icebergs, right?

Antarctic Glaciers

After the Tsunami of 2011, I began to wonder if the same thing could happen the subducting earth's crust going under a continental plate.

Geology Cafe

Wondering what might happen if it just snapped off and sank into the asthenosphere? It probably just melts at the end and is absorbed, but what if it snapped? Would a giant fissure open up, flooding lava to the surface?

Gun Violence as a Health Issue

2017-10-02T21:31:00.001-05:00

The Centers for Disease Control (CDC) was researching gun violence within the context of health until 1996 when the National Rifle Association lobbied the United States Congress effectively enough to enact a "ban" on federal funding for gun violence research.

PRI (07/02/2015) : Quietly, Congress extends a ban on CDC research on gun violence
NPR (12/08/2015) : Congress Still Limits Health Research On Gun Violence
Washington Post (01/14/2015) :Why the CDC still isn’t researching gun violence, despite the ban being lifted two years ago

So, what was it that Congress was so upset about that they had to shut down the CDC's efforts to treat gun violence as a health issue?

New Hampshire Public Radio (nhpr) : CDC Studies Wilmington, Delaware's Gun Violence As Public Health Issue
New York Times (12/24/2015) :When Gun Violence Felt Like a Disease, a City in Delaware Turned to the C.D.C.
Delawareonline.com (01/27/2017) : Post CDC report, officials suggest more youth support
The Atlantic (04/05/2016) : Why Did the CDC Stop Researching Gun Violence?

Consent

2017-09-20T14:19:00.000-05:00

When rape is reported in the news media, many people have an irrational reaction and make sweeping generalizations about categories of people to which they do not belong.

It's east to make assumptions about everyone who belongs to one of these groups, if you don't belong to one or more of these groups: Poor people, rich people, dark people, light people, men, women, different language speaking people, skinny people, fat people, tall people, short people, bald people, uniformed people, exposed people, covered-up people, hat wearing people, facial hair people, different eye-shape people, tattooed people, political people, religious people, secular people, deformed people, low-pants people, backwards hat people, etc.

Rape occurs when people assume consent instead of actually asking for consent.
Fashion is not consent.
Consent as defined in your own culture does not apply in other cultures.
Rape occurs when people get consent but their partner is not at the legal age for consent based on state laws.
Rape occurs when people get consent but their partner is under the influence of drugs or alcohol.

Here are some links to help you understand consent:

Evolution Revolution

2017-08-06T09:32:00.000-05:00

You probably heard about the recent scientific breakthrough where human embryos had their DNA altered using a new process called CRISPR. The embryos were never allowed to grow into living babies, but perhaps they should.

If we are to evolve enough to be able to survive on our toxic planet with the extreme conditions resulting from human influenced climate change, we may need to create a super-human species after all.

A species that can eat plastic for energy. A species that can survive in extreme heat and drought. A species immune to Glyphosate. A species capable of adapting its immune system to new super-infections.

The world is changing too fast for Natural Selection. We live in a global environment that requires the hand of science to reach into the abyss of unethical advancement for the sake of our survival as a species.

The Senate Movement

2017-07-16T20:54:00.002-05:00

A photograph is worth a thousand words, so they say. It's true. One image can carry a vast amount of information, but only for people who know about the subject portrayed.

Star Wars fans are out there now, trying to make Internet search engine results first show the image of Emperor Palpatine ( actor Ian McDiarmid ) whenever anyone enters the search term "senate" or "the senate"

You can guess from this the obvious the senate is an enathema to the people.

What have we become? We have the right to question authority, yet we seem to elect the worst kind of people. Why? Because we are manipulated into doing so. We elect people who are good at appealing to our pre-conceived beliefs. Not people who know what we need and must make decisions we don't like in order to save us.

Solar System Centrifuge Hypothesis

2017-07-05T13:05:00.002-05:00

I want to run a science experiment where I build a 12 foot wide cone that slopes at maybe only two to five degrees from the center, put it on a variable speed turntable. While the turntable is slowly spinning, I would then add water loaded with materials of varying mass, until the spinning water reaches the edge of the cone but does not flow over the edge.

The idea is to see if the materials suspended in the water settles at specific distances from the center. Would material of similar mass coalesce at the same distance from the center? Would there even be a reasonable separation of material?

Since the gravity of our solar system appears to have similarly separated the rocky inner planets from the gaseous outer planets, with some minor exceptions, I'm wondering if in all this time we have advanced our material sciences and built a Periodic table, we have only discovered a fragment of the material that exists in the universe?

Mutant Apocalypse Nightmare

2017-05-06T10:53:00.002-05:00

After a series of stupid mistakes that served to remind me why I can't have nice things or a nice job, I had a horrible and long nightmare. The culmination of my mishaps lead to an ultimate failure.

The team of scientists were anxiously awaiting my entrance to the facility with the launch codes and the formula to release a vaccine around the world to prevent something, God knows what. I get out of the truck and the package I'm holding slips out of my hands and bounces on the hard ground a couple of times. Everyone screams and I swear out-loud "Dammit! That's why I can't have nice things!"

I jolt myself awake for moment, The feeling is still there. I fade back to sleep and into a nightmare. I'm now in a huge facility, almost as big as a shopping mall, but there's broken glass, bullet holes, and piles of charred furniture against most of the doorways.

There are some people with me arguing about which way to run or how to fight back. Fight back against a horde of people who mutated into dog-sized hungry land-piranhas. The weird thing is they were still sentient. They tried to cajole me into letting them have my legs. One was almost persuasive, but he was just too gross looking.

I finally ran out of places to hide.

"Fine."

Road Rage Nightmare

2017-04-28T15:21:00.003-05:00

I finally had one of those dreams where you wake up from a dream within a dream. I never thought it possible until last night.

I dreamed I was driving on the road behind some jerk who was swerving and braking in front of me, just to try and make me crash into him, when I just thought 'to Hell with this jerk' and just put my foot on the gas, slammed into his rear end, and drove him off the road. He flipped and then my car rolled over and over. in a cloud of dust.

I woke up. At first I thought with great relief it was just a dream, but I gradually realized I was in a strange hotel room and not at my real home. I got up and looked out the window and my car was not there.

The feeling of dread instantly washed over me. "Oh my God! This is not a dream! It's not a dream!" This was the feeling you get the moment after the moment you have a car accident, where at first you deny it's real and almost convince yourself it's just a dream, but the next moment is the dread you feel knowing there is no escape from the situation.

The hotel room had cheap wood paneling and tan trim loosely nailed around the windows. The details of the scene sharpened as if I was really coming awake. Then I woke up in my real bed but I wasn't sure.

Night Panic

2017-01-28T01:40:00.002-06:00

Chronic Anxiety is hard to deal with, especially if you can't afford health care. I was diagnosed back in 1999 when I had company insurance. I haven't had a Doctor since I was laid off in 2001. While I could afford the prescription for Busbar I was able to recognize that what I was feeling was internal, and had nothing to do with anyone or anything else. This is when I learned that I owned my feelings, all of them.

Occasionally when I get acclimated to a different work or living environment I tend to forget that I choose how I feel in every situation. Then in the dead of night when I wake up in a state of near panic, I get out my earbuds and listen to TuneIn.com through my phone. Specifically, Blues Before Sunrise. You can find the play list at http://www.bluesbeforesunrise.com/

The key is that it's not the music I grew up with. It's from long before I was alive. Listing to familiar music just makes me emotional, nostalgic and regretful, reminding me of the old days when I thought people made me feel bad and I reacted badly.

If nothing else works, try the steps at http://www.anxietycoach.com/nocturnal-panic-attacks.html

First and Last Sight

2017-01-18T18:44:00.001-06:00

It was the summer of 1977, the first week of July. I always spent the month of July in Old Mission, every year for as long as I lived.

The house seemed a hundred years old. I think it was built by doctors who escaped from the cities during the influenza pandemic that followed the first world war. It was dark and old.

Usually the front door is wide open and the screen door keeps the bugs out, but for some reason I remember the front door was closed. It was dark in the front hallway when I heard the knocking. I must have been on the porch or something, but I remember seeing Johnny when I opened the door.

'Finally! Someone else was in Old Mission!' I thought.

Johnny told me he brought some friends with him and he wanted me to meet them. All was right with the world. Then I was walking down the old sandy, cracked sidewalk toward his house.

He introduced me to his cousins Luke and Sally. If I can recall, I probably thought at that point that it was going to be a pretty good summer. Then, there she was, kind of hiding out behind Sally.

She had blue eyes and blonde hair and I must admit that was a major factor in my qualifications for attractiveness at the time, but when our eyes met, it was as if we communicated data from a past relationship.

We knew we belonged to each other. As if we separately held the keys to each others hearts from the beginning of time.

I wanted to spend every waking moment with her. Bridgett. I will never forget. We were naive children at the time and never engaged sexually. Even a few years later we met again, and I was still ignorant. I think of nothing else but what I could and should have done.

To this day I wait for a relationship, of any kind, with anyone.

The Magic Material

2017-01-12T11:51:00.000-06:00

Once upon a time during a raging war, there was a chemist who invented a material that could stop bullets. It was so amazingly resistant and a very light, flexible material.

The chemist won a huge government contract to create armor for military vehicles, aircraft, ships and even uniforms. The material passed every test on the gun range. There didn't seem to be any shrapnel and nobody could find the fired bullets and bombs. They had to go somewhere but nobody found out where. It didn't matter because the tide of the war had turned and our side was winning the war.

One night several weeks later the chemist was startled awake by loud banging and crashing sounds. He ran down into his laboratory to find it in ruins and the material he invented in tatters, which it turns out only absorbed kinetic energy and kept it in temporary suspense.

The end.

Dirt Law

2016-12-02T16:29:00.001-06:00

Once upon a time there was this lovely couple who bought some land in Missouri. They loved camping, but one day someone bought the lot next door and thought the road leading to the couple's land was part of his land. He yelled at the couple for trespassing.

The sheriff showed up and told the man that the couple had a right-of-way, but he didn't care. He would make as much trouble as possible for the couple as they tried to get to their own land.

The neighbor bullied and threatened the couple. They went to the sheriff, then hired lawyers and went to court, but neither the sheriff nor the court cared. So the bully also bought the land on the other side of the road, then blocked the entrance to the couple's land.

The couple had no recourse but to contact a reporter from a large newspaper. The reporter wrote a story about the couple and tried to interview the sheriff, the lawyers and the judges, but they ignored his request for an interview.

He husband said "there's no law there." and frustrated with everything just stayed away.

The answer was staring him in the face. The complete lawlessness of the area made it fertile for anyone of vicious disposition, and so the area was overrun by a motley band of thugs. The bully, the sheriff, the lawyers and the judges were never seen nor heard from again.

The end.

Law and Justice are Unrelated

2016-09-20T20:20:00.001-05:00

Law must be consistent with morality. Morality is founded on empathy and fairness or justice. When law diverges from morality, justice is no longer related to law. Law is entirely subjective to the interpretations of the powerful. Justice is rigidly attached to morality.

When the divergence of law and justice becomes great enough, symptoms emerge in the form of negative economic circumstances such as poverty and economic-related crimes. The rulers become labeled as apathetic or malevolent tyrants.

When the divergence of law and justice is grieved in public, the law must be adjusted or the powerful will be swept away in revolution.

Suspending Disbelief

2016-09-10T20:14:00.002-05:00

I remember one summer when I was still a teenager I had the opportunity to stay in a Michigan lakefront summer cottage surrounded by miles of forest starting in early June so I could look for a summer job at one of the local cherry canneries during harvest time. Up and down the old dirt road nearly all the neighboring houses were empty. On a dusty book shelf I found a copy of Stephen King's Salem's Lot.

I couldn't turn off the lights in the house for days, and all the many nights offered from the uncovered windows was the sound of the forest and the not-so-distant water, and complete darkness, as if the windows were painted black on the outside and the reflections from within caused such great cognitive dissonance I had not the courage to turn off the lights to aid in seeing through the windows unobstructed. I was terrified at what I might see if I did.

As I get older, it becomes harder to suspend disbelief. the supernatural holds nothing over me anymore. No evidence of a supernatural audience or ghostly influence holds court or sway. This is from experience of pure gullibility and its consequences. When I was young I was heavily influenced by fundamentalist religion and people who believed in ghosts and aliens visiting earth.

I never saw a ghost and I know that U.F.O. means Unidentified Flying Object, nothing more.

When I was in the Navy I was standing watch at the stern of the U.S.S. Hermitage when over the headset the Port Lookout reported the planet Venus as a contact because it was so much brighter than actual stars. So many member s of the crew came from urban environments where the stars cannot be seen due to light pollution.

At sea in the pitch dark of night there may be moon and star light, but most of the time we could only see the dim green bio luminescence of sea creatures under the surface. During the day you would never know anything was just under the surface with exception of fins, breaches by dolphins and whales, and occasional flying fish.

What creatures lurk in the murk? What creatures lurk outside our windows at night, obscured by the reflections of our safe hearths and in the shadows of pyres? It's a regular topic on a radio show hosted by George Noory on Coat-To-Coast-AM. I can no longer suspend my disbelief without great effort by an author, but you should add George Noory to your bucket list of experiences. The callers into his show are totally worth it.

What The Hell Is Going on Here?

2016-08-23T09:44:00.002-05:00