This has a weird time for me, very reminiscent of the year before I wrote Our Gods Wear Spandex in some ways. That year was spent immersed in the Work, and immersed in a kind of physical meditation that opened up interesting doorways. As I wrote recently I've been immersed in trance work, without which this current project would not exist. Of that I am absolutely sure. Just as I am sure that without the Work I did in 2005 and 2006, Our Gods Wear Spandex and The Secret Sun would never have been born.
Philip K. Dick has legions of fans who don't know quite what to make of his beliefs of an omnipotent orbital intelligence and homoplasmates from the Sirius star system. You can only imagine their reaction if they knew he had become a follower of Benjamin Creme before his death, as Tau Allen Greenfield has claimed.
Stymied, I tried rewatching the TV movie. The first quarter was great; the Air Force situation room, the scene with the abductees' experiences. Then it became one crushingly dull hypnosis scene after another. The transmission had ended. It became entirely subjective and interior. It doesn't surprise me that the public lost interest in the topic.
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He was also curmudgeon of some great repute (one comics legend had him dangling an editor out a window who was late with a payment) and suffered fools not at all. So it's no surprise that he unleashed a salvo against UFO skeptics in comics form in the 1980s entitled 'UFO: Perts vs Experts'.
But the issue of transmission is germane here since Toth's trademark confrontational style is in full display. As Toth did so often, the story draws a line in the sand and that's the end of that. Toth's anger became more pronounced as he got older, especially after the death of his wife. It's a shame because it extinguished the tremendous joy and energy his work could fill the reader with.
When it comes to transmission, what is more compelling: 'Perts vs Experts' or Toth's deliriously hypnotic visual tone poem about a pilot's close encounter, 'Tibor Miko'? What can touch the magic of 'Daddy and the Pie', the sublime story of a farming family's relationship with a stranded alien? Which of these make the reader want to believe, to borrow a phrase?
The pundits declared 2014 the year of the death of the UFO, but already 2015 is proving those predictions premature. I've seen this all happen before.
We're also seeing a situation in which trust between the public and its social institutions is at its lowest ebb. How this affects our culture and our pop culture remains to be seen, but there is no love lost between the public and its cultural institutions either- consumption of all types of media continues to splinter and fall. There isn't a newspaper or magazine in America that is truly financially secure, and even television is tottering.
These are the times when paradigms shift.
Let me just say that I wrote and discarded a piece on the Charlie Hebdo massacre. As I neared the end of the piece I felt a sense of futility, a sense of being just another voice in a very discordant chorus. I'm not French and I have no credentials that apply to the situation. That so many who do are so often wrong about these things is besides the point, they are paid quite handsomely to be wrong. A large chunk of the public simply wants to hear platitudes and benedictions following these ruptures, they want to bathe in the warm glow of illusion. I have no interest in running that bath.