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Alfred's Odd Ode #344

From: Alfred Lehmberg <Lehmberg@snowhill.com>
Date: Sat, 14 Apr 2001 12:49:32 -0500
Fwd Date: Sat, 14 Apr 2001 16:40:53 -0400
Subject: Alfred's Odd Ode #344

I look into a starry sky with length, and breadth and depth
untried, and question (with my heart o'sleeve) what these things
ARE that soar and cleave. They ARE there, there IS no
question... moving past the quick suggestion that I'm quite mad
or just mistaking - or worse: that I've been lying... faking.
Oh, I see them (no great feat). I've proved them to myself at
least, and can't respect what one might think who ISN'T looking
(specious fink!).

Sucking on our wounded sphere (we're parasites that brood and
fear), our "specious fink" would make pronouncements - spout
denial and denouncement! Keeping council with his favorites,
pretending he's alone (the flavor!), he would turn his eyes away
from what might haunt our skies today. Oh, he's fearful. No
mistake. He's throwing on his drags and brakes! New ideas
threaten those that keep things as they are - foreclosed.

He does this to arrange distraction, provides for our INSANE
inaction, and keeps the subject tongue in cheek so he can sully
errant leaks. Remaining is the ink and stone (that he
discredits); we're not alone. Remaining is the anecdotal:
weighty, plain and calmly totaled. Remaining is the
photographic: ponderous and enigmatic. Remaining, there's the
evidence that one perceives with no pretence - no axe to grind,
no bill to fill, but has a brain and knows the drill!

And, yes, sometimes our 'science' friends (those filled with it
to length and brim) prefer their 'method' and 'assessment' to
live 'proud' lives of glad detachment... 'Light' shan't dance
and caper FOR them, speaks a language MUCH too foreign, so safe
beyond their instruments 'it' charms and glitters - ask Jeff
Rense. Stanton Friedman makes his CASE, but most who look
provoke disgrace... Science is not BAD (or friendly!), science
is a tool, comprende'? It can (too fast) be misused to further
evil ends abstruse!

Still others think some... WON'T... conspire to make their short
term goals transpire, when survey says it's one in ten would do
what they will DO, my friend. If their gain can be maintained
they'll do the worst - they won't refrain. I've studied them,
they know no bounds, to them "we" are as dumb as hounds; we're
shackled to our rules and codes and ethics bound to bear their
loads. We're mere 'objects', we're their CATTLE - they keep us
buying, taxed, and addled while they write their tickets free
and freeload from our pocket, see?

What we lack's the real deal that bunkies covet, own or steal.
What we lack's a base respect that we have lost for their
neglect. What's we lack's the cop to truth that's been
pretended, lost - refused. What's we lack's that money spent to
educate out future, friends! Still we waddle and we lather
contrived elitist lower standards - puling prayers that just
PRETEND to hold the high ground we won't win.

Look around, begin to 'see', and sense a new reality. Stealthy
wizards find new ways to fleece their flocks and make YOU pay.
They would trade your soul for power; holding court, they build
_your_ towers on these special clouds they'd claim would keep
you 'whole' or 'safe' and 'sane'. TV Preachers whine and pray
from billion dollar pulpits - crazed! They PRETEND their
persecution (spewing saccharine elocution), all the while sowing
hatreds they condone (to which we're fated!). See the 'moral'
politician, whining goals or mad positions, wearing mantles of
correctness he contrives to cloak his excess? He fronts the
jealous un-elected, sells YOUR soul (you're unprotected) - lives
a life of privileged power; secret men build, well, THEIR

YES, the sky's ALIVE with lights (that act most strangely in my
sight), and these belie pontification, discredit all the
obfuscation, and keep in me ALIVE the... need... to ask hard
questions, watch and read. Finks pretend, "alleged weirdness
warrants special proofs and clearance." Claims that are
'incredible' demand that 'proof's' infallible (?)... but then
RETREAT becomes the norm if cloaks like these are used or worn,
and proof's horizon just recedes ahead of fear we DO NOT NEED!

No, I see them - that's a fact. They don't conform to aircraft,
Jack (and I'm a _flyer_ too well versed for wishful thinking's
cloying curse). What I see will fly big circles, glitter like a
flash bulb hurtled, then slowing to a crawl they'll glow to
bursts of speed - away they go! I'm out there with my Mother,
friend, and I'll not lie, distort... pretend... (that they are
there if not) - you hear?

I'll watch the skies. You face your fear.


Skywatching is not the very best in southeast Alabama. The humid
semi-tropical air sucks up the starlight like crooked
government, and the light pollution from even a small town is
reflected in the soupy murkiness like an ongoing and stillborn
dawn. None the less, peculiar lights thrive in that sky, still,
and fitfully flit about like busy wraiths on mysterious,
strangely purposed and enigmatic errands.

I've been seeing them for years, but in years past they were a
blue moon occurrence. And besides, they were just a another
light in the busy skies near a military reservation consumed by
all manner of regular aviation operations. I'd only see one (or
so) of the queerly moving nocturnal lights every few months.

Then, abruptly, I began seeing them more frequently. Interested,
I decided to start a written record of what and when I had been
seeing... whatever it was I had been seeing. So far, I've seen
them two days in March, nine days in April, an additional nine
days in May, and eight in the first eighteen days of June. Then,
from the nineteenth of June to the nineteenth of July (and
otherwise graced by a dark crystal sky of comparative stellar
brilliance in the isolated Roswell-like open spaces of Northern
California), I frankly saw (breathtakingly peculiar but
inexplicable)... wandering stars... . These starry wanderers
performed a panoply of mystifying aerial activities before my
astonished eyes. Many of the days would yield multiple
occurrences, but I saw something 'weird' every day.

Throughout these abutting halves of June and July I was treated
with these better skies - saw Cassiopeia on her side, Cygnus
stabbing west, I spied! I don't digress. Northern California, on
a visit to see my mother... such a sky. The Milky Way actually
spilling across the coal black firmament like a swung carton of
fluorescent, atomized cream. The little bear is clearly visible
for the first time in many years, and the skies are a black
felted jeweler's table festooned with a scatter of multicolored
diamonds . . . Jupiter and Saturn make their grand entrance to
the East. Then, some of the diamonds... move.

I had a witness. Soon, my Mom was picking them out better than I
was. Dazzled and energized by the experience, she is now quick
to point out that something... odd... is up there in her night
sky. Brave lady. All she did was tilt her head back.....
Apparently all that's required to keep the brain in its case
when one tries for that 'trouble-making' open mind.

We didn't make any special preparation to see these things,
these silently detached, and ambling stars of varying speed,
direction and magnitude. No chanting or crystal waving (with all
respect to chanters and crystal wavers).We simply go outside,
cradle warm cups of coffee in our sober hands, and look up. They
are there, appear also to others that go out with me to look,
and are seen at the same time. We describe the same thing to one
another. What are they?

I don't know.

Before I started seeing them in earnest I reasoned that these
strange lights I had been observing in the sky MUST have some
kind of prosaic explanation. City lights reflecting off the
temperature inverted material expelled from the voiding pore of
gassy pelicans - perhaps. Or Military flares dangerously and
illegally fired in controlled airspace - perchance. Jet powered
stealth balloons, chaotically rotating weather satellites, and
ball lightning were a WEALTH of ready explanation (contrived to
sooth one already distracted by the day to day grind of making a
living and trying to pay the meter down). Awash with (and dulled
by) this cognitive dissonance, I confess, _I_ used to reason
that these teasing spots of flirting brilliance must have SOME
kind of pedestrian justification - some prosaic qualification.
They must be something. They have to be something.

They have to be something... indeed.

The varying pace and course of these silent objects precluded
satellites - which favor direction, and traverse the sky at a
steady speed. The same with aircraft big and small. The
_deliberate_ inefficiencies of the peculiar accelerations and
wavy ground tracks I observe would get a transport pilot fired,
and get a military pilot a psych-eval. Moreover, they are
soundless in the quietest hours of a predawn sky while high
altitude aircraft are PLAINLY heard. Steady binoculars, if
available, reveal none of the familiar port and starboard
lights, anti-collision beacons, or position indicators of an
aircraft in flight. They make known only a glowing orb of the
inexplicable - pale BB sized points of flitting luminescence
wandering the inky backdrop of perfectly focused stars. Unaided,
they look like ANY star of any magnitude, some even brighter
than Sirius (or redder than Betelgeuse). It detaches from its
black felt billow of inky night sky and moves deliberately
across the star field like some kind of foraging cosmic

I'd see them every morning in this mix of June and July. Bright
ones, dim ones - silent but flying fretfully. If I went out,
they were there, and they used up an entire FUND of ready
explanation, plausible elucidation, or well crafted explication.
Not satellites, planes, balloons, or birds. Not lightning
sheets, lightning balls, or lightning bugs. Not planets or
poltergeists, or portentous pie in the sky. Just quiet lights,
moving of their own volition and with some unguessed at (and
otherwise unfathomed) but _purposeful_ intelligence. What are

Somebody knows.

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