Alien Dreaming: Transmissions



I've been busy. 

I've been curtailing a lot of my online activities because I've been at the (literal) drawing board, working on the project I wrote about here. I probably won't do it as a solo project when the rubber hits the road, because it's simply too huge. And growing. I have only the barest shred of an idea where the project came from-- there are bits and pieces of aborted, earlier projects in there-- but the way it burst forth nearly fully formed in a three day binge is still inexplicable to me. Now comes the hard part of realizing it.

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.

As you get older it's all too easy to get lost in routine, to anesthetize yourself with ritual and television. It's why creative work is so often the province of the young. It's also why David Lynch is such a firebrand for Transcendental Meditation; he knows how easy it is to lose that spark and how hard you have to work to keep hold of it.

Speaking of Lynch, it's interesting to see the massive disconnect when you look at the consumers and producers of a certain kind of pop culture. If Lynch didn't make Blue Velvet and Mulholland Dr. he'd be loathed by his hipster fans as a New Age flake, a ditzy woo-woo weirdo. 

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.

One of the principles I'm working under is that it's pointless to argue about the paranormal. It's an experiential phenomenon and the issue at hand is transmission. Close Encounters of the Third Kind did more for the UFO cause than 30 years of UFOlogy combined because it transmitted an experience. It was fiction and UFOlogists grumbled about the details, but no one could argue with the experience onscreen.

I read Dick's Exegesis work before I read Valis, so I was fully aware that what he was writing was an autobiography, not science fiction. There were fictionalized elements (he didn't hang out with Bowie and Eno in real life, he was just enraptured by their music) but he was writing about his life. And of course, Valis is miles ahead of The Exegesis, certainly as far as recall. The novel imprinted his experiences via transmission, something a lecture could never do.

I recently tried rereading Budd Hopkins' Intruders, but gave up halfway through. Reading abductee accounts is like being trapped in a room with a coworker who wants to tell you about their dreams. Every day. In exhaustive detail. 

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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I began musing on all of this when the gorgeous new Alex Toth book came in the mail and I was reminded that the comics and animation genius was yet another "UFO nut." Toth was not only the mastermind behind so many of the legendary Hanna-Barbera action cartoons of the 1960s, he also was an aviation buff (and a car buff as well, having created a host of cartoons for Big Daddy Roth), and not the kind of starry-eyed dreamer you might normally associate with the UFO topic.



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.

9 comments:

  1. As always...fantastic stuff! Keep up the Great Work.

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  2. Awesome, can't wait for your project. And it is always nice to see more Alex Toth stuff. Daddy and the Pie is unforgettable.
    Pedro

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  3. Thank you for another timely post Chris. A much needed tonic for the beginning of another year. I too have decided to step away from social media and cut back on the television also. That decision in partnership with some daily practice has seemed to ‘unblock’ my divided mind and perhaps allow space for another signal.

    As a side note - when I was eight years old, I religiously watched Space Ghost and The Herculoids every Saturday morning. I was also fascinated with reading about UFOs. It is somewhat of a revelation to me that the creator of those shows was deeply interested in the same topic.

    All the best for the new year Chris.

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    1. It seems there's a continuing connection, especially in the 60s between genius and funny lights in the sky. Why, I have no idea. But it's sure interesting...

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  4. Your use of the word "transmission" in the article above seems to have struck a chord with me, as if it were the most important concept of all UFOlogy. You have given me something to dwell upon. Thanks!

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    1. Please come back to share the fruits of your elaboration. I'm curious as to what piqued your interest...

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    2. I don't know yet, but its not only the communication aspect, but also something about the "mission" in transmission. Perhaps this rings harmoniously with all this Gnosticism, and talk of societies from elsewhere inhabiting meatspace on Earth. I'm having that same moment one has when a snippet of song comes to mind and you can't remember the band or the name or even the rest of the lyrics. Grrr, now I'm annoyed at myself. If I get a clue I'll let you know.

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