The Phoenix UFOs, Martian Debris, and Homegrown Cryptocrats


This Martian artifact “shouldn’t be there”.

There’s a heck of a lot of sophisticated technology we’re not being told about—and the monsters playing with it are terrestrial rather than alien.

In speaking to the father of my son’s new roommate at college, I finally found someone who was an actual eye-witness to the Phoenix UFOs of 1997. His wife had called him to come look at something strange in the sky.  He represented to me what he then saw by penning three dots on the back of a paper, arranged at the corners of an equilateral triangle.  In response to my questions, he insisted that all three dots of light held their position perfectly whenever the triangle moved, leading to the conclusion that they belonged to a single unit.  The object would hover for a while and then perhaps stray a little.  Finally—and this was what most impressed my informant by far—the thing accelerated from view so quickly that it could almost be said to have vanished in thin air.

The “Phoenix Lights” were derided by most of those who didn’t see them and variously explained by official sources as known civilian or military craft or as routine stellar objects (none of which could possibly have behaved in the manner described). Then-governor of Arizona Fife Symington, although he had viewed the objects himself and was originally quite concerned, did an abrupt and mysterious about-face in a dismissive press conference, and has only recently hinted that his clownish recantation was a response to considerable pressure (whose sources he hasn’t revealed). Eventually, the strange objects were all but forgotten even by many who had observed them directly.  The episode in Robinson Crusoe’s tale where he first sees a track in his desert island’s sand is instructive: the poor castaway eventually decides that he must only have found his own track from an earlier day.  Our capacity to convince ourselves that we haven’t witnessed what just happened before our eyes when everyone around us plays dumb is formidable, and a bit scary (scarier, maybe, than whatever we saw).  One could draw several apt parallels with the voting public’s short memory about the “Clinton crime family’s” activities or about the whopping lies of our current Caesar and his court.  Because the news media pass over these stories, many of us seem willing to believe that they have no substance—that we never witnessed what we have just seen.

Personally, I can claim no experience whatever of UFO’s.  As former British Defense official Nick Pope has remarked, 95 percent of the recorded sightings are clearly hoaxes or misidentifications.  That leaves five percent—which, however, can no more be airbrushed from reality as statistically unimportant than can the true wolf’s appearance in the fable about the prankster shepherd.  I’m sure my informant saw something.  He is quite familiar with military craft and is aware that nothing whose existence is publicly acknowledged could have executed the maneuvers he watched.  Yet he also knows that our military keeps a lot of projects off the books.  His best explanation is that a kind of “black ops” division of Defense Department R&D must have been testing new gizmos over the skies of Phoenix one evening in 1997.

I can’t begrudge him this explanation.  If it helps him get on with his life after such a disturbing experience, then I wish him well with it.  For that matter, he may be correct… up to a point.  One must suppose that neither aliens nor possessors of top-secret playthings would want to put on a spectacular show over a major city; and that being so, I find it a little more plausible that the latter would screw up badly than the former.  (You don’t navigate through wormholes if you have a penchant for accidentally hitting the wrong button with your elbow.) On the other hand, I can’t accept that the military has secretly developed silently hovering, zero-to-Mach-Twenty-in-a-second technology all by itself without any apparent undergirding in university physics departments.  The other option—that scientists with high-level clearances has reverse-engineered alien spacecraft recovered after catastrophic malfunctions—actually strikes me as more credible.

Some new images beamed back by the Mars Voyager make me even more inclined to to believe that technologically advanced beings have traveled or are traveling our solar system.  The more talked-about of two photos, in particular (though neither has drawn any notice from a media machine grinding out daily analyses of the Trump Phenomenon) appears to show a crab-like fossil petrified in a rock formation.  I myself find infinitely more interesting the image of a rod-like structure projecting from the Martian surface. The perfectly right-angled plate appears calibrated regularly with knob-like attachments. A few online commentaries associate this file-like projection directly with a life form (as in skeletal remains, I assume). It looks to my layman’s eye far more like the artificial product of a highly intelligent life form. It seems deliberately and expertly tooled to serve some mechanical purpose, and the angle at which it rises above the surface suggests that much of it may have been rather haphazardly buried, as in a sandstorm; or maybe, while water was running on the Martian surface, a hapless spacecraft sank into the mud, and this protrusion is all that we now see of it.

One of the most disturbing selections on Netflix involving “ufology” bears the name both of the brightest star in our sky and of an investigative organization: Sirius. The organization’s founder and the 2013 film’s guiding influence is a North Carolina physician named Steven Greer. One is at first struck by Greer’s apparently having spent more time in the gym than the library; but as his compelling story unfolds, we may infer that he has bulked up either to fight the virulent cancer that suspiciously struck several of his group’s charter members at once or else to defend himself physically. His documentary does produce an impressive list of alternative-energy pioneers and whistle-blowers on government cover-ups who strangely dropped dead or “committed suicide”. (Former CIA director William Casey is on this list.) In a conspiracy to end all conspiracies, the film suggests that the faceless puppeteers behind the half dozen or so mega-corporations that control most of the oil, energy, news, and entertainment in the world have ties to off-budget top-secret military operations. Greer’s group was just beginning to woo Congress in the direction of massive document declassifications when, “conveniently”, 9/11 diverted the nation’s attention. Of course, he connects the dots.

This sort of frenzy for dot-connection, I’m afraid, turns a lot of us away from information that needs to be considered closely. If only we could look at Mr. Pope’s best evidence without attributing the Mayan Calendar to intergalactic gurus or the Pyramids to a highly evolved biker gang from Barnard’s Star! To see so many of the intelligentsia link the bits of that five-percent testimony to oil companies, the banking industry, the military-industrial complex, Wall Street, ancient shamanism, LSD experiences, prehistoric architecture, junk DNA, the Bermuda Triangle, Sasquatch, the messenger-god Hermes/Mercury, angelic visions, Hitler’s rocket program, the lost episodes of Bonanza… is deeply discouraging. I would go so far as to say that the greatest impediment to investigating the truth of classic cases like the Roswell Incident or the sightings over Phoenix is the “piling on” phenomenon of starry-eyed intellectuals in search of counter-cultural religious experiences that also tie in with their hatred of certain political entities.

People like Dr. Greer, astronaut Ed Mitchell, Roswell rancher Mac Brazel, and scores of others seriously harassed for their testimony would hardly classify themselves as opponents of free speech married to a rigid ideology. Unlike Greer, in fact, many are very mainstream and conservative types. It is at their level that we should try to unravel these phenomena. The more grand political conspiracy and mystical hyper-consciousness we mix in, the more filters we slip between us and evidence on the ground. I will venture to say, nonetheless, that if there is an off-the-grid program parasitizing captured UFO technology with a view to ruling the world, Bill Gates could just as easily be at its helm as Dick Cheney or the Koch brothers. More easily, for my money. The huge psychic gap supposed to separate the delirious utopian from the money-grubbing capitalist is a myth. The gap tends to narrow at the top until the two become the same: only look at how Soviet and Chinese Communist bosses and the Castro family enriched themselves on the misery of the oppressed.

Here, indeed, lies my greatest concern. I reiterate that I have no personal experience of anything extra-terrestrial: the monsters I know are all sublunary.  I don’t receive messages from passing spaceships or find myself beamed aboard an intergalactic scout as I sleep.  In terms of my belief system, too, I have no dog in this hunt.  I am uninterested in views of Jesus as a kind of Klatu without his fearful robotic companion Gort.  The only inner voice I revere and seek to heed is that of conscience; and if visiting aliens have a lust for power and a contempt for the eternity of the soul, then their superiority over us is merely technological.

All misplaced messianism aside, however, the Phoenix Lights and other such occurrences make it painfully obvious that an invisible sub-culture of Earthlings—of Americans—has somehow acquired a lot of information and expertise which it refuses to acknowledge.  There are people among us, that is (I call them cryptocrats: the “hidden rulers”), who apparently have access to unfathomable resources (in terms both of technical knowledge and of tax revenues) and are answerable to no one.  We have even less reason to trust in their benign intentions, I should say, than in those of any space traveler; for we don’t know what might be motivating an ET, but we can speculate that he is at least partially stirred by an impartial curiosity about his galactic environment—whereas I know only too well what motivates homo sapiens when you sit him down before a bunch of buttons that rule people’s lives.

We should embrace as a preemptive principle the limiting of government at all levels and in every walk of life.  Even Donald Rumsfeld (and I write “even” because Rummy is a favorite bugaboo in leftist fantasies about a crypto-oligarchy of oil barons) warned us that, “according to some estimates, we cannot track 2.3 trillion dollars in transactions” run though the Pentagon.  We need to start pulling plugs and switching off circuit-breakers, not funding new programs for government to “serve” us.  The War of the Worlds is now… and the invader is a terrestrially created fleet of watchdogs whose handlers nobody can name.

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