and still...

The atom bombs are piling up in the factories,
the police are prowling through the cities,
the lies are streaming from the loudspeakers,
but the earth
is still going
round
the
sun.

ra...

fantastic worlds - yours and mine and more...

"As fantastic as it may sound,

the 'new physics' called

quantum mechanics

posits that there exists,

side by side with this world,

another world,

a parallel universe,

a duplicate copy that is...slightly different...yet the same.

And not just two parallel worlds, but three, four, and even more.

No less than an infinite number of them.

In each of these universes,

you, I, and all the others who live,

have lived, will live, will have ever lived,

are alive."

ufo's in the desert and guns at area 51...my childhood travels...

as a child, my family traveled very frequently - if we were not relocating to a new home because of our father's work [more on his work later], we were taking cross-country road trips - our favorite places were in the southwest's wide open barren landscapes where the road stretched forever without interruption and the lights of the next town miles and miles away could be seen with the naked eye on the dark night horizon - my particular favorite thing was this night riding - riding in the back seat of our "car of the year" with our parents in the front seat and my brother and sister and i taking turns at riding by the windows - when it was my turn for a window seat, i would stay awake as long as i could - just to watch the night sky - the sky dark as black velvet - peppered with millions of tiny flashing stars - and during those "night rides" during the late 1940's through 1950's in west texas, new mexico, arizona, nevada, specifically -

it was nothing at all unusual for odd flying "things" to be seen in the skies - i mean, to us, it was nothing unusual - i remember it being so common place that one of my parents might comment, "oh, there's another flying cigar" - most of the objects that we saw were referred to as "flying cigars" because of their cylindrical shape - and the ones i remember had a row of flashing lights that went round the circumference of the object - we were never fearful of these things - not my parents or us kids - many many times we pulled over on the side of the road to watch the object - sometimes there was more than just one at a time - the most recent sighting of my childhood time was when we were traveling to lubbock texas to the funeral of my step grandfather - and traveling into the night, we saw another cigar shaped objects with the flashing lights - and i remember my parents talking about it with us and i remember looking out the window to watch it as we drove -

shortly after the 1947 roswell incident, we actually went to roswell just to see whatever was there to be seen - there were signs and billboards and posters about aliens and space ships everywhere -

sometime toward the middle-end of the 50's we also went to a place which i am sure is "area 51" - my parents didn't refer to it by name and when they spoke of it, it was always in hush-hush tones - which we knew meant something serious but we didn't know what - in any event, on this summer trip we were going cross-country to california - and in nevada we took a little "side trip" - and, again, these little "side trips" were nothing at all unusual for us - i mean, my mother might see a billboard for a group of caves 35 miles down the next road to the right - and off we would go - or she might see a mountain in the distance and decide that she had to have a rock from THAT mountain and off we'd go - so, we never really had a fixed agenda at all - ever - and this excursion was no exception -

in any event, on this side trip, i remember the desert and mountains around us - at some point my father turned off the two lane road and onto a dirt road - windows down and dirt blowing in - my parents whispering - we kids sitting and looking and not saying a word - there was just something that we didn't understand and we knew to be quiet at times like that - i remember seeing warning signs after a while - signs prohibiting going further - signs warning that trespassers would be shot without question - and i remember my father never slowing down and the dirt swirling around us wrapping us like a hot cocoon in the car - and then, we stopped - my father first got out of the car, then my mother - and we were told to stay in the car - my father walked in front of the car for a ways and my mother a bit behind - they carried a camera with them - by then, we were transfixed by it all - i can still remember the sound of it - the absolute total silence - the sound of the silence - at some point, my brother and sister and i got out of the car and started walking toward our parents who were standing closer together now but my mother still behind - and then i remember my mother pleading, "charles, charles, we have to leave - get back in the car - we're going to be shot!" -- over and over - and turning to rush us to the car - as i turned something caught my eye and i looked over my right shoulder - there, on an embankment in the distance was a man with a rifle pointed directly at us - my mother kept begging my father to get back in the car - but he stood there, then turned toward the man with the gun - and stood there - looking back - i remember turning again to look back at my father as we got to the car and got inside - and he was still in the same turned position looking directly at the man - then, he turned toward the car and walked back, got in the car, and we drove away - not one word was said all the way to the main highway - i do remember my mother kept turning to look behind us on the road - but neither of them said a word - now, i have no memory of this incidence ever being discussed again - ever - and i do not remember ever having seen any photographs taken that day - i cannot definitively say that this was "area 51" - and i cannot say that this was a military installation - i cannot say that the man with the gun was military or a cowboy or an alien or anything else - i cannot say that the weapon the man pointed was a rifle [it had a long barrel and the man had it up to his shoulder] -

in terms of my father's work - i cannot say for sure even what that was - i can say that we were told that he was a "purchasing agent" for the government [but not active military] - i can say that we kids knew that he could not tell our mother where he was going or why he was going when he traveled without us [which was also very frequently] - i can say that our mother once made the mistake, according to my sister who remembers this event very clearly - and only once - of divulging something that our father had told her regarding his work and upon telling her, admonished her that she could tell NO ONE - and then, within a few days something appeared in the news media and our father rushed home, demanding to know with whom our mother had discussed whatever it was that could not be discussed and was furious to learn that she had, in fact, divulged something to a friend -

what i CAN say is that my siblings and i witnessed something extraordinary that day at that place - and that somehow my father knew of this place, knew where it was and how to approach it secretly -

mission control: we have a UFO...

"At no time,
when the astronauts
were in space
were they alone:
there was a
constant surveillance
by UFOs."
--NASA's Scott Carpenter

"Mission control,
We have a UFO
pacing our position,
request instructions!"
Astronaut Cady Coleman, NADA Transmission on Shuttle Mission STS-73

"All Apollo and Gemini flights
were followed, both at a distance
and sometimes also quite closely,
by space vehicles of
extraterrestrial origin -
flying saucers, or UFOs,
if you want to call them
by that name.
Every time it occurred,
the astronauts informed
Mission Control,
who then ordered
absolute silence."
--Maurice Chatelain, former chief of NASA Communications Systems.

image: 1971-Apollo 15, Mission Dates: July 26-August 7, CDR: David Scott, CMP: Alfred Worden, LMP: James Irwin Importance: First use of the Lunar Rover, extended Lunar exploration time, focus on on field geology. NASA archives (photo No AS15-85-11514) Astronaut David Scott on slope of Hadley Delta. UFO is seen at top just right of center.

other worlds...

There are infinite worlds
both like and unlike this world of ours….
We must believe
that in all other worlds
there are
living creatures and
plants and
other things
we see in this world.

epicurus in letter to herodotus

Our birth is but
a sleep and a forgetting.
Not in entire forgetfulness,
and not in utter nakedness,
but
trailing
clouds
of
glory
do
we
come.

many worlds...

So many worlds
so much to do
so little done
such
things
to
be

speaking of ghosts - did anyone see the LMN movie about lucy keyes tonight? the thing that caught my attention was that it was based upon a true story - afterward, i couldn't resist googling the name and this article dated february 4, 2005 popped up -

The Legend of Lucy Keyes

By John Stimpson

Julie Delpy and Justin Theroux, stars of the forthcoming The Legend of Lucy Keyes movie.

The following story is true:

Robert Keyes and his family moved to Princeton, Massachusetts in 1751. They purchased a large tract of land, some 200 acres, on the southeastern slope of Wachusett Mountain.

On April 14, 1755, Keyes's daughter Lucy, who was 4 years old at the time, followed her sisters to fetch some sand from Wachusett Lake. Lucy never returned from the lake. She vanished in the woods that day never to be heard from again.

The towns-people made every effort to find the girl. Search parties combed the woods, the lake was dragged, all to no avail. Martha Keyes, Lucy's mother, was pushed to the edge of insanity by her grief over losing her daughter. Every evening she searched the woods calling her daughter's name.

Martha died in 1786. She never found Lucy.

Several years after the deaths of both Martha and Robert Keyes, a letter was found describing, in gruesome detail, the murder of little Lucy Keyes. The letter was from Tilly Littlejohn, the Keyes's hermit-like neighbor, who was furious over a property line quarrel with Keyes. To cleanse his dying soul he admitted on his deathbed that he found the girl, Lucy, in the woods and killed her by hitting her on the head with a rock. He then stuffed her body in a hollow log and waited until nightfall to return and bury her body under an uprooted tree.

Many people believe that Martha Keyes still haunts the wooded hillsides of Wachusett Mountain calling, "Lu - cy… Lu - cy.” And witnesses still experience the spirits of both Martha and Lucy Keyes to this day.

The Legend of Lucy Keyes is the subject of a full-length motion picture currently in post production starring Julie Delpy (Before Sunset, American Werewolf in Paris) and Justin Theroux (Mulholland Drive, Charlie’s Angles Full Throttle). The film was shot entirely on location on and around Wachusett Mountain in Princeton, Massachusetts -- the site of the actual haunting.

Recent email from a witness to the spirit:

Hello...

I saw the TV show, Chronicle (channel 5) and was interested in your Web site, having hiked Wachusett Mountain many times.

Once at your site, the hair stood up on the back of my neck and I got the chills. My hiking boots have spent many hours exploring the trails on that mountain. Many years ago hiking alone, I thought I heard a name being called. A breeze was blowing through the trees that day and the weather was favorable. Figuring it was just weird, I stopped and rubbed my ears. The calling went on for another 60 seconds. It sounded like the name was riding on the wind, drifting though the trees. (The general area was somewhere on the side where the visitor's center is located.) Figuring I was just hearing things, I kept hiking. It never really clicked until now.

In the near future, I'll take a trip to the cemetery where Lucy's mother is buried, for nothing more than paying my respects. That's an awful fate to be dealt in life. Horrific by any standards.

Thank you for sharing her story and best wishes on your film.
-John T.

Pictures of spirits haunting our set

Shooting is now complete, but while we were in production we evidently disrupted the spirits at the Meetinghouse Cemetery where Martha Keyes is buried. These two photographs of Julie Delpy, me (John Stimpson), and our crew show some strange phenomenon. Alex Stark and Eric Shade, two local paranormal enthusiasts took these photographs and had them analyzed by Worcester ghost expert and researcher Sean Smith. Sean drew the following intriguing conclusions:

Filming shot #1

"In the picture labled [Filming shot #1] (see above), there does appear to be ectoplasmic vapor of a spirit by the wall (between the tree and the young lady in the shawl). With this type of spirit energy it is theorized that the spirit is at rest (not moving). This picture is interesting, but I have to say that the picture labeled [Filming shot #2] (see below) is far more interesting. This picture also shows ectoplasmic vapor, but -- more fascinating -- there is also evidence of a portal. A portal being a the doorway between our dimension and the world of the spirits' dimension. If you look closely, at about 11:00 above the head of the lady with the blue hat, you will see a swirling distortion of the tree, grass and headstones. The tree branches are also distorted. By contrast, the right side of the picture is sharper. The dark line across the ground is part of the ectoplasmic pattern. It is connected in kind of a spidery pattern as part of the vapor."

Filming shot #2

There were many other unexplained weather, wind, and sounds that were blamed on Martha Keyes during the shoot. Nothing malevolent though. I think she was just letting her presence be known. It is my belief that she approved of the project, since we stayed so true to the story.

http://www.ghostvillage.com/resources/2005/resources_02042005

the in-between...

the best thing about dreams
is that fleeting moment

when you are between
asleep and awake

when you don't know
the difference between

reality and fantasy
when for just that one moment

you feel with
your entire soul

that the
dream is reality

and
it really happened

the king of intention...

I am the greatest,
I said that even before I knew I was.

I figured that if I said it enough,
I would convince the world that I really was the greatest.

It's the repetition of affirmations that leads to belief.
And once that belief becomes a deep conviction,
things begin to happen.

a piece of the pie...

a human being is
part of the whole
called by us
U N I V E R S E
a part limited in
TIME
and
SPACE -
he experiences
himself
his
thoughts and feelings
as something
separated from the rest -
a kind of
optical delusion
of his
consciousness -

destiny...

...During the period of conspiracies ...
It was impossible to murder me at the time.
Had I already fulfilled my destiny?
I feel as if I am being driven
towards an unknown goal.
As soon as it is attained and
there will no longer be any use for me,
an atom will be sufficient to annihilate me;
but until then,
all human efforts
...will be powerless
to
prevail
against
me.

i am...

do not stand at my grave and weep
i am not there
i do not sleep
i am in a thousand winds that blow
i am the softly falling snow
i am the gentle showers of rain
i am the fields of ripening grain
i am in the morning hush
i am in the graceful rush
of beautiful birds in circling flight
i am the starshine of the night
i am in the flowers that bloom
i am in a quiet room
i am in the birds that sing
i am in each lovely thing
do not stand at my grave
and cry
i am not there
i
do
not
die

vision quest...

For I dipped
into the
Future,
far as the human eye could see;
saw the vision of the world,
and all the
wonder
that would be.

sight...

He who experiences the
unity of life
sees
his own
SELF
in all beings,
and
ALL BEINGS
in his own
SELF,
and
looks on everything
with
an
impartial
eye.

our star...

"Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting;
The Soul
that rises with us,
our life's Star,
Hath had elsewhere its setting.
And cometh from afar."

the window...

The soul comes from without
into the human body,
as into a temporary abode,
and it goes out of it anew
it passes into other habitations,
for the soul is immortal -
It is the secret of the world
that all things subsist and do not die,
but only retire a little from sight
and afterwards return again -
Nothing is dead;
men feign themselves dead,
and endure mock funerals…
and there they stand
looking out of the window,
sound and well,
in some
strange
new
disguise -

discourse...

the spirits speak

SUNshine on my mind...

hot molten tempetuous radiant red orange ball
leaving us in rapture and enthralled
soft soft glowing yellow
swaying slowly in the sea of mellow

a little SUNthing for everyONE...

shades of blue
to help you find the who of you

shades of green
to cast a glow on what you've seen

i think...

i think i think i am therefore i am i think

the universe of i...

i stand at the seashore alone and start to think

there are the rushing waves
mountains of molecules each stupidly minding its own business
trillions apart
yet forming white surf in unison
ages on ages
before any eyes could see
year after year
thunderously pounding the shore as now

for whom - for what?

on a dead planet with no life to entertain
never at rest
tortured by energy
wasted prodigiously by the sun
poured into space
a mite makes the sea roar
deep in the sea
all molecules repeat the patterns of
one another till complex new ones are formed

they make others like themselves
and a new dance starts
growing in size and complexity
living things - masses of atoms - DNA - protein
dancing a pattern ever more intricate
out of the cradle onto the dry land
here it is standing

atoms with consciousness

matter with curiosity

stands at the sea

wonders at wondering

i
a universe of atoms
an
atom

in
the
universe

the order...

The whole history
of science has been the gradual
realization that events do not
happen in an arbitrary manner, but that they reflect a certain
underlying order, which may or may not be divinely inspired -

rob and trish - sending beautiful sunny thoughts...

rob and trish -

sending beautiful sunny day thoughts your way -

http://www.cnn.com/2009/WORLD/weather/08/16/weather.severe.storms/index.html?eref=igoogle_cnn

the bracelet of the universe...

a gift from the gods
requires no words

the web of us...the WE of us...

an infinite series of time -
in a dizzily growing -
ever spreading network of diverging,
converging and parallel times -
this web of time -

the strands of which approach one another -
bifurcate -
intersect or ignore each other
through the centuries -
embrace every possibility -

we do not exist in most of them -
in some you exist and not i -
while in others i do -
and you do not -
and in yet others both of us exist -

in this one, in which chance has favored me,
you have come to my gate -
in addition, you, crossing the garden,
have found me dead -

in yet another,
i say these very same words,
but am an error
- a phantom -

the boy and the pebble...

i do not know
what i may appear
to the world
but to myself i seem to have been
only a boy
playing on the seashore
and
directing myself in now and then
finding a
smoother pebble or a prettier shell
than ordinary
whilst the great ocean of truth
lay all undiscovered
before
me

the path taken...

as a single footstep
will not

make a path
on the earth,
so a single thought
will not make a pathway in the mind.

To make a deep physical path, we walk again and again.
To make a deep mental path, we must
think over and over
the kind of thoughts
we wish to
dominate our lives.

the fragile blue crescent...

"Up there in the

immensity of the Cosmos

an inescapable perception awaits us.

National boundaries are not evident
when we view the Earth from space.

Fanatical ethnic, religious or national chauvinisms
are a little difficult to maintain

when we see our planet as a

fragile blue crescent

fading to become an
inconspicuous point of light
against the bastion and
citadel of the stars."

not yet...

"Teller contended, not implausibly,

that hydrogen bombs keep the peace,
or at least prevent thermonuclear war,
because the consequences of
warfare between nuclear powers
are now too dangerous.

We haven't had a
nuclear war
yet,
have
we?

But all such arguments assume
that the nuclear-armed nations
are and always will be,
without exception,
rational actors,
and that bouts of
anger and revenge and madness
will never overtake their leaders
(or military and secret police officers
in charge of nuclear weapons).
In the century of Hitler and Stalin,
this seems ingenuous."

the daughter...

I am the
daughter of Earth and Water,
And the
nursling of the Sky;
I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores;
I change,
but
I
cannot
die.

wrapped in the arms of orange...

sombrero galaxy

stonehenge

sun storm

star light star bright where do you take me on this night
dancing round the rim the red hot brim
keep me safe from harm
save me from the storm
back to earth
awaiting
my
rebirth

plants and people and intentions...

"A fascinating
account
of the
physical,
emotional,
and
spiritual
relations
between
plants
and
man."








Published in 1973, The Secret Life of Plants was written by Peter Tompkins and Christopher Bird.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Secret_Life_of_Plants
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cleve_Backster

on the wings of imagination...

The...
one...
who
has
no
imagination
has
no
wings.

I M A G I N E

I M A G I N E
the whole universe is a
vast ocean of consciousness
and your intentions shoot out
from within your heart and
ripple across the
vast ocean of consciousness...

the midnight illusion...

The self is
fundamentally
an illusion
arising as a reflection
of the soul in matter,
much as a clear lake
at midnight
reflects
the
moon.

the closing of our eyes...

when all our eyes are closed,
when even the ghosts have gone,
what will be left of our
beloved world?
our ruined
and
dis-honoured
and
beloved
world
?

the whole circle...

a human being is
part of the WHOLE
called by us UNIVERSE
a part limited in TIME and SPACE
we experience OURSELVES, out THOUGHTS, and FEELINGS
as something separate from the rest -
a kind of OPTICAL DELUSION OF CONSCIOUSNESS -
this delusion is a kind of PRISON for us
restricting us to our personal desires
and to affection for a few persons nearest to us -
our task must be to FREE OURSELVES from the prison
by widening our CIRCLE OF COMPASSION
to embrace all living creatures and
the WHOLE OF NATURE and ITS BEAUTY -
we shall require a substantially new MANNER OF THINKING
if MANKIND IS TO SURVIVE

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