There's "fiction" and then there's "nonfiction." And in between there is a netherworld of fiction/non/fiction that resonates on a level that neither truth nor lies can hope to equal.
There are all kinds of videos and images out there a lot of people dismiss as hoaxes, but seem to take on a reality unto themselves. It's one of the strange paradoxes of the UFO/exopolitical realm. Another strange paradox is that even though there is no shortage of debunking voices, the emanations from this Netherworld seem to resist a definitive verdict.
Defy it, more like.
Billy Meier has no shortage of enemies and his photographs have no shortage of critics. But they remain incredibly powerful, more than 40 years later. Even skeptical observers have to admit them their power, and experts are impressed by the logistics of recreating them without digital effects or expensive Hollywood equipment. I've seen attempts to do so and they never quite recreate the original impact.
As tempting as it is to drop the usual pointy-headed bromides about the role of art and the media and mythmaking and tra-la-la and fiddledy-diddledy-who-gives-a-shit, the fact remains that the images seem to tap into something very deep and weird. Their temporal veracity is completely beside the point.
You see? That's the Netherworld.
Then there's this story (and accompanying video), which has been circulating in the underground for a couple of years now. It's about an alleged secret Apollo mission (a joint US/Soviet mission, it turns out) to investigate an enormous crashed alien ship on the Moon's surface. And once inside the spaceship, the astronauts reportedly discovered a mummified alien body. From an alleged interview with one of the astronauts (one "William Rutledge"):
"We went inside the big spaceship, also into a triangular one. The major parts of the exploration was; it was a mother ship, very old, who crossed the universe at least milliard of years ago (1.5 estimated). There were many signs of biology inside, old remains of a vegetation in a "motor" section, special triangular rocks who emitted "tears" of a yellow liquid which has some special medical properties, and of course signs of extra solar creatures. We found remains of little bodies (10cm) living in a network of glass tubes all along the ship, but the major discovery was two bodies, one intact."I don't remember who named the girl, Leonov or me -- was the intact EBE. Humanoid, female, 1.65 meter. Genitalized, haired, six fingers (we guess that mathematics are based on a dozen). Function; pilot, piloting device fixed to fingers and eyes, no clothes, we had to cut two cables connected to the nose. No nostril. Leonov unfixed the eyes device (you'll see that in the video). concretions of blood or bio liquid erupted and froze from the mouth, nose, eyes and some parts of the body."
Whatever your opinion is of the truthfulness of this story pales in comparison to the power of this image. It's one of those things that digs into your head and then sets itself in some very deep primal corner of your brain- the same place where Billy Meier's oddly-familiar flying saucers reside. The details are so alien that they seem to make perfect sense- those strange tubes glued to her eyes and mouth. I guarantee you that this image will stick with you for a very long time indeed.
That's the Netherworld.
It's the same effect that John Lenard Walson's videos had on me (which I wrote about previously here). Something about them was so insanely foreign, so completely alien that when that inevitable wave of familiarity washed over me the effect was all the more disconcerting. There's something so disturbingly real about the spacecraft and moon bases that Walson presents us with that whether or not they exist in this tiny sphere we call consensus reality is completely beside the point. When I first saw that luminous, insectoid architecture I realized something just like it had been lurking just outside the scope of my vision my entire life. I'd been waiting for those images my entire life, just like the Billy Meier shots.
Because they exist in the Netherworld.
I always hoped that Alternative 3 would as well. So much so that I was incredibly disappointed by its lameness, just as I was disappointed in everyone who fell for it. I couldn't even make it through the whole thing. Maybe the difference is that those guys didn't believe it- they didn't exist in that Netherworld. They aren't even aware that such a thing exists at all.
I can't quite explain it- but it's the same vibe I get from all of those corny UFO hoaxes. It's like being stuck working with someone who's painfully unfunny but insists on trying to pretend otherwise all the livelong day. The same goes for Alien Autopsy and all of the rest of it.
I never know where the entrance to the Netherworld is going to surface- it's like an unstable wormhole- I only know once I'm there. It's something I've spent my life chasing.
It's a reality that dreamworkers and psychedelicists are familiar with (David Lynch and people like him as well). It may well be part of that neural code that some people call racial memory- whispers and fragments of visitors, of things in the skies, and glimpses of other realities that our distant ancestors burned into the very fabric of our DNA. But it's important, and might be the key to other mysteries we never thought were related.
