AN ALTERNATIVE PHILOSOPHY OF LIFE : A SPIRITUAL MESSAGE
by Paul Schroeder
by Paul Schroeder
by Paul Schroeder
Since sex is less than five or ten percent of a marriage, those who marry just for sex, find imposing reasons later on in the relationship, to not confine sex, within the parameters of their marriage, but remain as faithful, as their options and opportunities.
Women wander sexually, as well, as statistics reveal, that every other wife strays to another’s arms, for love making.
I often thought that women had it better than men and that if I were a woman, without any love, I’d be down at the docks, no underwear, waiting for the fleet to come in, with my skirt pulled over my head.
But, today, much older and jaded, I’m a cheap date, for myself, and even after sexy-self-love, I don’t even take myself out to dinner or to a movie..
More and more women today, say aloud, that they “don’t need any man, anymore, even for sex, but that they DO need men , sometimes, but then, ONLY, to lift and move, heavy things around…
Sex, is forever something that parents are loathe to discuss with their children; when I was a child of seven, they mentioned the fearful danger of sex, saying, “not to play around with sex, because it was,”playing with fire.”
At seven years old, I recall thinking:
But one who marries, just for sex, is buying a 747 jet, just for the little bag of peanuts.
Surely, there’s other ways to get peanuts, if that’s all that you really want.
Men are more juvenile in primitive sexual drives and emotional makeup, and women are indeed, far better human beings, providential, sensitive, charitable, strong and beautiful.
This DNA primate difference can be demonstrated.
Equality, in mutual passion, is easier to demonstrate:
When a cop on the beat encounters a young couple making love in the tall grass, in a park, he does NOT tap their shoes with his nightstick to angrily demand:
Progress will turn HIStory, into HERstory.
Women remain naive and not the least bit aware of men’s glandular functioning concepts towards all women.
At a party or wedding,
deep within men’s psyches.
For women, few rarely grasp that their public dancing, is clearly nothing but public, overt, symbolic sex.
Most cultures associate ” beauty”, with a simple more precise symmetry, of the face, where perfection is a mirror image of both sides of the face.
We equate physical beauty with inner goodness, which has allowed nice-featured and handsome psychopaths like Ted Bundy and Jefferey Dalmer to serial (successful) murder so many duped women and duped so many gay men .
Men are suckers for a pretty (merely perfectly symmetrical) face and will sacrifice marriage, family and children for a dalliance with one..
Each solitary, individual feature on your face always stays its birth shade and original color.
Methinks, that If men wore makeup, most would be disconcertingly prettier than many women.
You can always wear shorts despite how awful your legs do look.
Your last name, regardless of marital -legal battles, stays put.
People do not ever stare at your breasts and your nipples when you’re happily chatting with them.
Calorie intake and belly size are never a crucial consideration.
You always have the consummate and total freedom of choice about the growing of a mustache.
You don’t have to remove all of your clothes just to pee.
You can wake up just as attractive as you were when you went to bed, rather than have your beauty somehow deteriorate, during the night.
Woman, as the pretty sex, is a relatively new idea:
Throughout the animal world, whether it flies or swims, the male is STILL the colorful sex, the female, the drab one.
But since the eighteenth century, sexual and cultural reversals have oddly persisted in human affairs, and women instead have become the pretty sex.
But “pretty” means, slim and skinny, as fashion dictates.
Straight men, do not adorn themselves towards being highly polished- exceptions exist for politicians, actors, sports-stars, head gangsters, and police detectives, for within these men, narcissism, a sinful sense of entitlement, and monumental ego all loom.
‘Beauty’ television commercials and ‘beauty’ magazine ads feature graphics of highly curried women, extolling Western society’s virtues of vacuous, narcissistic women, who gaze back at us, made over into a man’s surreal vision of what ‘beauty’ should look like..
In Maine, at a lobster restaurant, I went to the register to pay and behind the counter, opening the register, was a tall, strikingly handsome, buxom woman, in a formal ballgown who sported a large handlebar mustache.
Men perpetrate this hoax until they themselves believe it.
In truth, a woman is as sexy in bed as that woman was interesting, before bed, and interesting, after bed.
(“No man ever reached up a woman’s skirt, looking for her library card”)
But, for many non-self-respecting men, it’s all just about a woman’s exterior patina, and veneer towards sex.
Yes, men are more shallow than one would imagine, more vain than women and more duplicitous in satisfying their overwhelming hormonal drives.
Women thus feel that loss of beauty means loss of love, and then rush off to plastic surgeons, for tits and ass augmentation, nose jobs and liposuction, mascara and eyeliner alert, to avoid NOT being a love object..
REAL beauty emanates ONLY from within, something not taught in our culture, where women spend very much time on their outsides and little or no time spent, on their ‘insides’…
Women at an early age learn what dizzying effects their bodies have on men, and men’s sex drive, and use THAT against them ; women culturally have been taught guile and deceit from a tender age, to ‘trap a man’, by using their physical, sexual allure:
They shave armpits,
shave legs and mustaches,
dye their hair,
(“Women will never be equal to men until they can walk down the street with a bald head and a beer gut, and still think they are sexy”)
tints of rouge blush,
sport uplift brassieres,
go for Botox or plastic surgery to erase facial wrinkles,
install Hershey-kiss silicone fake breasts,
wear high heels,
then, they meet a man,
and they want, …
Can such preoccupation with sexual camouflage avoid extra-marital diversion , and allow longevity and truthfulness towards a meaningful marriage?
Many couples who have lasted together forever, don’t have to work hard, to get along in marriage’.
When George Burns and Gracie Allen were asked how they remained so in love after sixty years, he said:
I remember once being stopped and asked at Disneyland by a graying and aged couple, to “photograph them”, for it was none other than their “fiftieth anniversary”.
I wondered what wisdom and marital advice they might share, for too many, marriages end sadly in divorce.
These too many short-term marriages, for too many men, seemed to me, just like a tornado:
in the beginning, there’s a lot of sucking and blowing , and later on … you lose the house.
Whatever happened to the romantic woman and to the romantic man who said that they could not live without each other?
He went East, and she went West… and they both lived.
My wife went over to speak with his wife to comment on how sweet they looked together, but when
I returned the camera as he made his way over to me, I asked him the $500,000 lulu question:
“What’s the secret to being married, so successfully, for so long?”
He looked confidential and wise and peeked to see if his wife was engaged in conversation before he spoke:
Under the guise of technical testing, grey aliens create dithers and stress and impose raw anxiety, in abductee’s daily lives to create the juices, the endocrine stress flavors that their nighttime palates crave.
This is a most unique relationship akin to vampires of the 3rd century myths of negative, bedroom, nighttime intruders who crave bodily juices.
And yes, oddly, garlic does indeed repel them when used as an herbal repellent.
Psychic vampires from techno space?
Statue of Repto Sapien god from ancient Sumer
Sounds like a bad B movie but most abductees are treated as though they were just alien food, ethereal and physical food.
Molecular engineering, at the hands of E.T.s, in ‘nano-tech’, is exemplified by the physical forms created by their designed- D.N.A. molecule, a creation of breathing protein forms of life by nanotech sequenced-storage and programming- amino-acid- building blocks.
This ‘patent’ allows them to act with impunity:
Energy is drained through implant drains and through alien controls that involve micro manipulations of almost all psychic functions.
The parallel between alien abductions and demonic possession is powerful as both show intrusive dark intentions to disrupt and control and all without any seeming conscience.
Dr William Baldwin echoes what I’ve separately stumbled upon.
The alien agenda behind the sequence of close encounters, leading to abductions, and then to possession, is similar to their planetary exploits; after exploration, comes conquest.
What follows is phrased from his astounding preface of his book:
‘Through the voices of the clients in altered states of consciousness, these alien beings reveal their purposes for being here, they describe their home world civilizations, and many express the desire to go “home.”
In some cases, the ET commandant on a nearby spacecraft, and even the leader of the ruling High Council on the home world, will speak through the voice of the client.
The ETs offer many reasons for their presence here. Many are here to gather data and information on human life forms.
They are technicians and scientists.
There seems to be some kind of long-term genetic experimentation and manipulation in progress.
Some ETs may be able to help troubled humans.
A few apparently have the ability to heal physical ailments.
Some people claim to have been spiritually transformed as the result of an abduction and interaction with aliens.
In other cases the ETs announce they are here to take control, to simply take over the human race, beginning with our client.
They often threaten that we will be next. Such threats clearly indicate DFE (dark force entity) influence.
This channeled information could be totally fabricated by the client, consciously or unconsciously.
It may be a product of the collective unconscious mind, triggered by a subliminal mass hysteria over an urban myth of alien domination.
A more sinister possibility reflects the fears of the conspiracy theorists; the alien abductions may involve elements of our own government who have formed some kind of alliance with ETs, beings from other worlds or other dimensions.
Equally repugnant is the possibility that the entire UFO/ET enigma might be nothing less, nor more, than field testing of mind control technology by earth’s own intelligence agencies or military personnel.
However, it may be exactly what it appears to be: actual communication with an alien race.
Whatever the case, the information voiced through the clients forms a consistent body of knowledge about the alien beings and their motivations for coming to our planet.
[From a case study]
“Mona and the ET Controllers
Mona expressed dismay at her unusually high sexual appetite and her promiscuity.
This condition had existed in her life since late adolescence.
She had difficulty maintaining monogamous relationships and this caused her deep sadness and confusion. In session, she discovered an ET group experimenting with sexuality.
The ET researchers would intensify her sexual desire, like turning up the volume on a TV set, then observe her behavior and her reactions to her own behavior.
We discovered a large network of DFEs [Dark Force Entities] of various levels controlling the ETs in this activity.
This particular experimentation involved a broad segment of the human population, and Mona was just one of many people affected.
The ET technicians divulged this information, and further revealed a sordid picture of the intrusion.
Some of the DFE-influenced ETs had become personally involved in human sexuality, purposely stimulating licentious and depraved sexual activities.
Not only were they distorted in their scientific observation, they were participating in the experiments.
Mona was sickened by the discovery of this information.
She had known something was very wrong in her life and suspected entity influence, but had not dreamed of this kind of extensive involvement, particularly the ETs.
She was deeply relieved to finally get relief from this terribly intrusive and very personal violation.
Human beings are so terribly caught up in sexual issues from childhood through adolescence and into adulthood, even old age as senility sets in.
The entire issue is compounded by the social issues regarding sex, marriage, monogamy, adultery, promiscuity, the religious taboos and imposed guilt, the very real problems of unwanted pregnancy and abortion, disease, human possessiveness and jealousy, and other issues.
It is a fertile field for dark force entity influence.
These experiments on emotions and sexuality are ostensibly designed to study human feelings and behavior.
The technician simply turns up the volume on some aspect of emotion or behavior and records what happens with the human subject.
This behavior or emotional outburst causes anguish in the human. This is the desired result.
The anguish is the underlying goal of the project.
The energy emanation of the anguish of human suffering is harvested by the DFEs.
It is used as energy, sustenance, food. In most cases we have found, and other therapists report the same situation, it seems the experiment is a cover for the activity of the DFEs.
This is the true purpose of the “research” conducted by the aliens.
In most cases of ET attachment where such a group is operating, the ship captain or the base commander may be evasive, deceitful, even defiant, and refuse to remove the intrusive devices and alien beings.
They will usually divulge the information that there is a high dark being who controls their people.
A client will sometimes describe a sinister and menacing dark figure on the craft, clearly exerting powerful control, and always situated near the ship’s captain.
The ET technician is usually unaware of the dark influence. The commander of the space craft is conscious of the dark presence in about half of such cases.
The ruling council members on the home world are aware of the dark lords in charge at various levels. They acknowledge that they, or their predecessors in the council, struck an alliance with the dark forces long ago for the purpose of gaining personal and political power.
However, once that dark contact was established, the DFEs took power over the council. The DFEs assumed “ownership” of the alien civilization, and there was nothing that could be done about it.
The council members, usually from three to eleven in number (though once it was reported as a senate of about 1800 members), are grateful for the assistance in separating themselves and their citizens from the DFEs.
With the assistance of many light beings, we facilitate the total removal of the dark force entities, from the lowliest DFE attached to the ET technicians, through the dark lords on the craft, to the high-level dark beings wielding power over the council members and the overseers or enforcers who lurk behind the scenes.
After the release of the DFEs from their civilization, the council gladly orders the removal of the implants, monitors, communication devices, various and assorted headbands and skullcaps, and the ET technicians.”
They order the return of all the craft orbiting this world and any other, and the space stations involved in this hideous project.
A tremendous piece of work is completed in a very short time. The effect on consciousness cannot be measured.
Clients have discovered not only these attached ET technicians and their equipment, but also unattended probes and other devices in various parts of the anatomy and in the chakras, or energy centers of the body, both on themselves and other family members.
These probes are non-physical in nature, yet connected in a way which allows for the transmission of information to the ET scientist’s location.
The probe, or connector, may also allow the ET to remotely control some aspect of the physiology or mental/emotional functioning of the person.
In an altered state, a client can visualize the probe, often a black cord, leading to the ET laboratory.
We direct the question to the alien researcher.
This communication passes directly to the ETs along the attached connector, and the surprised ET will answer through the voice mechanism of the client.
This can be surprising and distressing to the client, but with our assurance that the control is only temporary, and that many people have overcome this intrusion, most clients continue with the dialogue.”
This previous excerpt, from the text’s introduction, speaks to every abductee.
One may wonder about the abject complexity and raw goodness of such rescues, because Dr. William Baldwin’s book shines a cosmic light into unspeakable darkness, the proprietary nature and reality of such alien creatures, who always and forever lurk behind our spiritual and dimensional curtains..
To be possessed as well as farmed, throughout the Multiverse by sinister and controlling E.T.s , as a mere animal husbandry presence on “Earth”, is to be wrongly deprived of our spiritual rights, a denial of equanimity as a sentient race of beings.
Molecular engineering, at the hands of E.T.s, in ‘nano-tech’, is exemplified by the physical forms created by their designed- D.N.A. molecule, a creation of breathing protein forms of life by nanotech sequenced-storage and programming- amino-acid- building blocks and this “patent”, gives them reason to act evilly with impunity.
Pollyanna, sanguine “space-brothers” , prevails as a childish delusion, even within the UFO community; these beings satisfy the three essential rubrics of evil : predatory, sinister, and self-justifying.
These silly people claim that at best, I’m selling “fear and negativity” and that their own experiences(mostly women) with reptilians were placid.
All of my own personal recollections reveal controlling, and fearful E.T. beings with dark agendas and uncanny telepathic prowess to control human minds.
My acquired insights sustain that ALL nightmares are varied degrees of telepathic attacks used by and delivered from a varied collection of negative-thought-entities who strive to ‘reside’ within such “core-images”, and at least, make ethereal connections from us to them by imposing traumatic, horrid imagery.
Post-abductions “nightmares” especially fall within this realm.
It is not insightful, to analyze such imagery nor is it wise to assume that it’s innocuous.
One must attempt to not retain such imagery, but to sever and slash at it’s recollection, and cords behind each image, using tools of metaphysics, from swords to blow-torches, visualized removing connections.
These implanted ‘core-images allow access to our multi-layered psyche and as such, visualized ‘black-cord connections’, must be removed regularly and repeatedly.
Source helps those, who help themselves..
Just before my grandmother on my mother’s side died at the age of 95, I whispered a kiss in her ear and thanked her for her wisdom.
One odd piece of advice, that she had taught me when I was a child, I had carried close to my inner ear, all of my life.
It had been an Independence Day warning, borne of a distant Russian wisdom, one that she had whispered to me four decades ago, when I was nine or ten years old, impressionable and the apple of her eye.
The imprecation that I got from her, the warning whispered in my small rapt ear when I was nine or ten years old had been an odd warning that ruled and guided my life, and through angst, had come to define a larger part of what I called my soul.
Now, she at ninety-five was far from that woman who in giving advice could be ironic and poetical.
She had used lipstick as a rouge to color her cheeks and then decided that her whole face was of a pallor that also needed color, rubbed lipstick all over her face.
She was quite a shock when I got onto the seventh floor of the retirement home and turned the corner and saw her sitting in a wheelchair, as though apparently waiting for me.
She earnestly asked with a childlike innocence if I could bring her some new makeup and some big diamond jewelry for her to wear to dress herself up, when I visited her next?
Cautiously, I had asked her, skeptically dubious ;”What type of diamond jewelry?” She had said;
“Expensive, fancy jewelry.”
She labored under the delusion that she was in a hotel in Miami, one that slouched in basic standards;
“The meals at this hotel are terrible, but what is a person to do?”
She did not ever surmise herself to be in a nursing home near the beach in Coney Island, Brooklyn.
A person’s senior mind can lend a type of psychic anesthesia that acts in many ways to protect it from uncompromising and painful truths. .
Now I was an odd adult.
I wanted her to know that I loved her, how her whisper had returned years later as my gratitude.
I had loved to cherish ideas; a rare few philosophers had touched my early soul .
Dr. Seuss had barely competed with grandma.
But, he wrote : “Be who you are and say what you think, because those who matter don’t mind, and those who mind, don’t matter!”
My other odd philosopher was sitting here in her wheelchair, armed and propped with a pillow/ alarm that would audibly alert nurses in the retirement home if she pitched forward and left her chair’s upright fixed position.
She was different the next time I saw her, the way she used to be ;
” Hello, Paul; sharp as a matzoh and twice as crummy!”
“How come you don’t call your grandma more often? Humph!!”
“Humph;You going to wait until I’m in the cemetery and THEN you’ll visit me?”
“I’m sorry, that you’ll be sorry, but THEN it’ll be too late!”
This was the same verbatim greeting that I had gotten from her over the years over the telephone . I presumed that I was calloused to it all.
It always deeply riddled me with guilt but I never let her know, but instead I saw it rather as a good sign that she was still feeling feisty.
When she successfully aimed ring-toss-Velcro-guilt in my direction, I rationalized, she must be feeling much better.
I quickly tried to change the subject; ” Grandma I remember that boardwalk we can see here in Brighton Beach from a time when you were fifty years old and I was about nine years old and I still remember the good advice that you gave me, back then.”
“What advice did I give you?”
I told her.
It had stayed with me for many years as a token of her wisdom.
“You brought me to you on a bench on that boardwalk, in Coney Island, on a hot 4th of July afternoon, when the whole family was there suddenly hugging and kissing each other,
“Don’t get too close to people; you’ll catch their dreams,” You told me.
“What?”, she said, so I told her again;
“Don’t get too close to people; you’ll catch their dreams.”
“OH!”, she said,”I am VERY sorry, if I ever told you that!.”
“I AM very sorry.”
I reminded her, however, what an impact she’d had on me then.
“That whisper, as a recommended life philosophy, was both poetry and true and that, your advice, really stayed deeply with me.”
Taken to heart, it had allowed me to remain aloof and separate from everyone, as a type of self protection, to preserve my OWN dream.
She looked at me as though I were some stranger in a dream.
I said it, again;
“Don’t get too close to people, you’ll catch their dreams.”
She was thoughtful and then looked worried.
“I never told you THAT.” …
“You shouldn’t get too close, because…”
“Germs”, she said.
” I said that you’ll catch their GERMS.”
“I told you and your sister MANY times;
“Don’t get too close to people, ’cause you’ll catch their GERMS.” she said, again.
That wrong belief had overshadowed every relationship in my life with an ambivalence and a craving to just be left alone.
If one was alone, one was safe from what people could do to you, I had always reasoned.
But, I had been running away from my own shadow.
Two marriages and a dozen influenza later, I had realized her truth, too late.
by Paul Schroeder
Q: “When were you first aware of aliens?” / “what’s your first recollection of aliens?”
I shall never forget my first alien abduction recollection; I was about six years old or perhaps a little younger.
As a child I saw alien entities rarely described anywhere in alien related literature.
For many years of research on this subject I had until much later in life, never come across similar descriptions by any other alien abductee or anyone else who has described someone else’s experiences with alien entities.
Now, I know that these tiny E.T. creatures are ubiquitous and closely associated with other entities , who abduct human beings aboard craft.
Two tiny, wizened aliens came for a visit with me late one summer night at ten o’clock in the evening and must have stunted my growth by scaring the bejeebers out of me, when I was a very young child.
This happened a short while after both parents had put me safely to bed for sleep; I remember being awake and listening to the night symphony sounds of crickets and katydids chirping loudly on Shore Road, an apartment overlooking the Narrows in Bay Ridge.
I recall that I was wearing my pajamas and that I was in bed, alone and wide awake in my bedroom.
Two astoundingly diminutive non human creatures hovered outside my fourth story bedroom window, an apartment window which had no fire escape or ledge.
They appeared no larger than 12 inches long, from alien head to alien toe.
They were puppet like with small wrinkled, wizened, gnome like miniature features on little heads which were completely encased in what clearly looked like glass see-through diving / space helmets.
(In retrospect, they apparently did not seem to breathe our atmosphere’s particular oxygen and mostly nitrogen air mixture.)
There were two of them, floating outside of my window tapping on my window screen!
They were dressed in small, snug, tight fitting silver/gray reflecting flight suits.
I recall that their tiny helmet encased faces were very ugly and most wrinkled.
I can see them, still, as though I were fully back in that moment..
They bobbed and hovered, just outside of a fourth floor apartment’s flimsy ill fitting wooden window screen, tapping on the window above with little hands!
Ugly space puppets in glass helmets and flight suits!?
Again, a slightly stronger tapping at the screen.
It grew strangely silent, all insect sounds suddenly ceased, a bizarre quiet when aliens electromagnetic craft are close by, which has since been labeled, the “Oz effect”
A large dresser-bureau was between my bed and the window.
I leaned the front part of my body sideways off of the bed and almost halfway to the floor and twisted my head to see around the bulky piece of furniture, to
peer out towards the window.
Suddenly scared, I could also no longer hear the television sounds coming from the living room in the next room where my parents were watching television, audible just moments before .
Two ugly, miniature, dark, puppet like, clear helmet-encased, gnome-like non-human creatures, stared back at me through the window!
As they bobbed gently up and down in midair, I heard a conversational exchange between them, the sounds of which I have not forgotten for fifty years since:
It was a buzzing sound like hornets in a jar.
I recognized, even then as a very young child, that they were talking to each other, first one then the other, back and forth, a conversation without words in an odd hollow buzzing exchange; it sounded just like angry bees in a glass jar
My eyes opened wide and I shrank back in fear and pulled the blanket over my head.
Nothing this wildly astonishing had happened to me before and the fear almost stopped my breath;
I was so filled with fear that I could scarsely breathe.
My mouth and jaw instinctively fell wide open in awe and terror.
Then an idea surfaced and repeated itself:
” It’s critters who want in, but it’s not possible”, I thought, in abject denial, and I dived under the blanket.
I could not at all accept, and was without any frame of reference, for what I was seeing!
A tapping on the screen.
On impulse, I drew the blanket away from my head and peered around the corner of the bed, but raw
fear insisted that I peek and not expose my whole head, to their view.
I quickly swung around to peek, still in abject disbelief, out of the window.
Two pairs of eyes looked back intently and
there was a tapping on the screen.
I exploded backwards into the bed in panic and threw the blanket over my head, this time paralyzed with panic.
Electric waves of fear ran across my forehead and down my arms.
I was so filled with fear that I could scarcely breathe.
“I could have imagined it”, as a thought echoed in my skull
but I could not bring myself to look again, my fear was so great.
I huddled in the corner of the bed terrified, in agony of a terrible dilemma.
I was too scared to think about calling my parents; I wanted to believe that these creatures hadn’t seen me, though I had seen them.
My dilemma was unique:
If I didn’t look again, my young mind stunningly realized, I would never want to believe that what I saw, was really real, and soon my curiosity burned as strongly than my fear.
But, if I looked again, and they were still there, I could lose my mind to fear!
I peeked again.
They hovered, bobbing in air, staring back at me!
In what may have been a child’s hysterical reaction to an experience of extreme high strangeness, or alien mind control, I immediately fell fast asleep.
I’ve no notion of what happened after that moment.
Those tiny gnome-like aliens, no bigger than 15 inches or so, are now associated with greys and with human abductions, I have, in later life, learned.
Reptilians, small darl greys, and tall grey aliens have always been here, and UFOs are as native and terrestrial to our planet as are thunderstorms.
They cloak their presences, and do use the same astral dimension that ghosts and demons, use to enter and exit our physical reality.
The lower Earth animal forms seen as reptiles, mantids, amphibians, felines and lepidoptera insects are mirrored and echoed by the higher technological forms seen aboard craft by abductees, life-forms who have lent their DNA, eons ago to create this preserve.
That’s why ‘Earth’, is the rare jewel of varied life, that it is, it is among countless dead worlds.
We, too, are constructs of their menu’s creative meddling, edible simians who knot neckties and ride public conveyances.
But as a product, humankind is much more than mere served meat on a reptilian luncheon plate, because our spiritual essences, something as a race of beings, we are barely aware of, is also harvested:
When people ask them,”Where are you from?” “Where do you come from?”, they are often told,”We come from within.”
That is, after physical abductions, their possessing energies are deposited, not unlike the lamprey parasites that they are, within the multi layered human psyche/mind.
Director of CIA, Admiral R.H. Hillenkoetter: “It is time for the truth to be brought out in open Congressional hearings. Behind the scenes, high-ranking Air Force officers are soberly concerned about UFOs. But through official secrecy and ridicule, citizens are led to believe the unknown flying objects are nonsense. To hide the facts, the Air Force has silenced its personnel.” p. 58, quoted from New York Times, February 28, 1960, p. L30
Must one be crazy to dance,
I thought long and hard about that statement, approached it from different angles of thought and pondered it.
Orthodox Hasidim Jews, believe that wild dance, ensemble, is a way to approach sublime Divine attainment, most tribal and ancient.
Is it the case that
those who were deaf, could not hear the music and thus thought the dancers insane?
What makes a person gyrate sexually in front of strangers? I finally accept that dancing is publicly symbolic sex, with the exception of Lambada, which IS sex, most graphic in public.
Lap dances and belly dances enthrall men as consummate sex fantasies unfurled, and these reside deep within our psyches.
Men who routinely go to “topless” bars to watch naked women dance, harbor a wild and degrading fantasy, an addictive stimulant, that seems just as unwholesome as public sexual gyrations to music.
But sex, in public?!
Why do you think that men are so very willing to buy ladies drinks?!
“On-stage dance takes from sexuality practices “off-stage” and imaginatively stylizes them and possibly reinforces or challenges these practices that include expressions of sexual identity and attraction, flirtatiousness, friendliness, exhibitionism, eroticism, and love-making.”
(Hanna, Journal of Sex Research / March-June, 2010 )
Would one who is a Buddhist and contemplative, dance or would he resist the impulse as unabashed sexy exhibitionism?
After all, what is,”sanity”, if “no sane man dances”?
Drinking alcohol during a “cocktail hour”, before public dancing at such affairs may assist the temporary insanity inherent to very public sexual gyrations called dance.
Sexual unabashed exhibitionism?
I can often resist the impulse to publicly gyrate, or to circle dance or line dance amidst a large group of people by recalling Twain’s sentence.
But, if dance is truly symbolic sex, the horizontal mambo, then group dancing brings to mind another quote:
“Sex between two people can be a wonderful thing, among ten people, it’s just fabulous!”
To me, having unabashed multiple polygamous sexual partners is demonstrated by line dancing.
Dancing in public, however symbolically obscene in its blatant sexual gyrations, is not likely to expose one to HIV or STDs.
For one like me who will not dance, I wonder about the biological absurdity of dance and of sex, for many species have dance-specific mating rituals wherein if the dance is wrong, the mating doesn’t happen..
There has to be a more dignified way of expressing your deep love and affection for another human being, because despite our spirituality,
the human body is a odd marvel, in that it has its waste disposal plant, immediately next to its amusement park.
But these days, older and more jaded,
I’m a cheap date, for myself, and even after sexy-self-love, I don’t even take myself out to dinner or to a movie..
“Want to dance?”
Since public dance is blatantly sexual and thus, embarrassing, in public,
I and Twain, shall instead, sit this one out.