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as:

- NSA Spied On Own Employees, Journalists, Other Intel -
- Lifting the Lid on Operation Blackbird -
- Was it UFOs? Mystery Haunts Eastern Plains -
- Whitley Strieber - Twenty Years of Communion -
AND - Technology and the Pursuit of Happiness -

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NSA Spied On Own Employees, Journalists, Other Intel

NSA spied on its own employees, other U.S. intelligence
personnel, and their journalist and congressional contacts. WMR
has learned that the National Security Agency (NSA), on the
orders of the Bush administration, eavesdropped on the private
conversations and e-mail of its own employees, employees of
other U.S. intelligence agencies -- including the CIA and DIA --
and their contacts in the media, Congress, and oversight
agencies and offices.

The journalist surveillance program, code named "Firstfruits,"
was part of a Director of Central Intelligence (DCI) program
that was maintained at least until October 2004 and was
authorized by then-DCI Porter Goss. Firstfruits was authorized
as part of a DCI "Countering Denial and Deception" program
responsible to an entity known as the Foreign Denial and
Deception Committee (FDDC). Since the intelligence community's
reorganization, the DCI has been replaced by the Director of
National Intelligence headed by John Negroponte and his deputy,
former NSA director Gen. Michael Hayden.

Firstfruits was a database that contained both the articles and
the transcripts of telephone and other communications of
particular Washington journalists known to report on sensitive
U.S. intelligence activities, particularly those involving NSA.
According to NSA sources, the targeted journalists included
author James Bamford, the New York Times' James Risen, the
Washington Post's Vernon Loeb, the New Yorker's Seymour Hersh,
the Washington Times' Bill Gertz, UPI's John C. K. Daly, and
this editor [Wayne Madsen], who has written about NSA for The
Village Voice, CAQ, Intelligence Online, and the Electronic
Privacy Information Center (EPIC).

In addition, beginning in 2001 but before the 9-11 attacks, NSA
began to target anyone in the U.S. intelligence community who
was deemed a "disgruntled employee." According to NSA sources,
this surveillance was a violation of United States Signals
Intelligence Directive (USSID) 18 and the Foreign Intelligence
Surveillance Act of 1978. The surveillance of U.S. intelligence
personnel by other intelligence personnel in the United States
and abroad was conducted without any warrants from the Foreign
Intelligence Surveillance Court. The targeted U.S. intelligence
agency personnel included those who made contact with members of
the media, including the journalists targeted by Firstfruits, as
well as members of Congress, Inspectors General, and other
oversight agencies. Those discovered to have spoken to
journalists and oversight personnel were subjected to sudden
clearance revocation and termination as "security risks."

In 2001, the Foreign Intelligence Surveillance Court rejected a
number of FISA wiretap applications from Michael Resnick, the
FBI supervisor in charge of counter-terrorism surveillance. The
court said that some 75 warrant requests from the FBI were
erroneous and that the FBI, under Louis Freeh and Robert
Mueller, had misled the court and misused the FISA law on dozens
of occasions. In a May 17, 2002 opinion, the presiding FISA
Judge, Royce C. Lamberth (a Texan appointed by Ronald Reagan),
barred Resnick from ever appearing before the court again. The
ruling, released by Lamberth's successor, Judge Colleen
Kollar-Kotelley, stated in extremely strong terms, "In virtually
every instance, the government's misstatements and omissions in
FISA applications and violations of the Court's orders involved
information sharing and unauthorized disseminations to criminal
investigators and prosecutors... How these misrepresentations
occurred remains unexplained to the court."

After the Justice Department appealed the FISC decision, the
FISA Review court met for the first time in its history. The
three-member review court, composed of Ralph Guy of the 6th U.S.
Circuit Court of Appeals, Edward Leavy of the 9th Circuit, and
Laurence Silberman [of the Robb-Silberman Commission on 911
"intelligence failures"] of the D.C. Circuit, overturned the
FISC decision on the Bush administration's wiretap requests.

Based on recent disclosures that the Bush administration has
been using the NSA to conduct illegal surveillance of U.S.
citizens, it is now becoming apparent what vexed the FISC to the
point that it rejected, in an unprecedented manner, numerous
wiretap requests and sanctioned Resnick.

Source: Wayne Madsen Report
http://www.waynemadsenreport.com/
- SECRETS OF THE CROP CIRCLES DEPARTMENT -

Lifting the Lid on Operation Blackbird

A West crop circle expert has lifted the lid on a previously
long-forgotten chapter in the bizarre history of the West's 1990
crop circle mystery. Colin Andrews revealed to a coast-to-coast
audience in America the goings-on under the cover of a summer
night 15 years ago.

Mr Andrews, who left his West home for the U.S. a decade ago,
said that, far from being an embarrassing flop, the three-week
vigil on the hilltops of Wiltshire was an astounding and secret
success.

Listeners on US radio heard claims yesterday that the British
Army watched and filmed a UFO making a ground-breaking crop
circle near Silbury Hill while the world's media were camped 20
miles away.

Back in 1990, it was the high point of the crop circle hysteria
gripping the world.

Dozens of volunteers, a host of foreign TV cameras, the world's
foremost crop circle experts and the British Army launched a
round-the-clock vigil from the famous white horse above Bratton,
near Westbury, in a bid to spot a crop circle being made.

And within days it appeared Operation Blackbird had been
successful - night vision cameras spotted something in a field
below, and, sure enough, a new crop circle could be seen as dawn
broke. For a few hours, the world reported the crop circle
mystery as solved - but operation leader Colin Andrews soon
realised he had been hoaxed and the figures on night-vision
cameras were not aliens but local mischief-makers.

According to Mr Andrews, however, across Wiltshire a more
mysterious and sinister event was happening, which has remained
top secret ever since.

He said: "The public knew but half of what was going on at the
time. While the media present at Operation Blackbird were
looking at the right hand, they did not see what happened with
the left.

"The British Army were looking at a secret site and a very
important place nearby."

Strange things did happen at the Operation Blackbird HQ in
Bratton - a strange hum, odd bass noises in the dead of night,
and people seeing flashes of energy in the night sky.

"While, above Bratton, there was a formation appearing in front
of the cameras which was supposed to convince the world of a
hoax, the Army filmed a UFO at the secret site, and crop circles
appeared next to the hill.

"The crop circle story will not be complete until Operation
Blackbird is fully understood and why, and who, is behind the
larger plan" added Mr Andrews.

Why he has chosen now to reveal more information now might have
something to do with him winding down his research into the crop
circle phenomenon. He recently put his entire collection of
photos, videos, books, sketches and reports up for sale on eBay.

Source: Western Daily Press
http://www.westpress.co.uk/displayNode.jsp?nodeId=146278&command=display
Content&sourceNode=146274&contentPK=13731852&folderPk=75999

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NEW REVELATIONS ON 'OPERATION BLACKBIRD'? - 16/05/2001

Did the infamous 'Operation Blackbird' surveillance exercise at
Bratton Castle in 1990, supposedly duped by hoaxers, actually
video the creation of a real crop formation? Rumour has long
said so – now GEOFF STRAY has discovered a claimed eye-witness
to the events of that night and reveals new information which
suggests that the whole story has not been told…

If you visited The Barge Inn near Alton Barnes last year, you
may have noticed a man sitting outside his tent next to a stack
of board games called 'Crop Circles – Mystery Board Game'. I
bought one of the games and got chatting to the game's designer
– Merlin, aka George Vernon, who told me an amazing story.

George admitted that the game had been an obsession of his for
over 10 years, and had profoundly affected his life. The object
of the game is to build a miniature version of Stonehenge in the
centre of the game-board after the six players have travelled
around the board, casting spells on each other and collecting
crop formations and bluestones. The player who lays the Heel
stone declares Summer Solstice and is "healed", winning the
game.

When he was collecting the component parts for the first batch
of games in 1990, George needed a lump sum in order to obtain a
bulk order of plastic counters, but had no way of getting hold
of the necessary funds. Since he had been 'inspired' to produce
the game, he went to Stonehenge to ask for the means to be
provided. To his amazement, within a few days, a large sum of
money appeared in his bank account! He asked the bank to check,
since he was sure they must have transferred someone else's
money to him by mistake. However, the bank told him there was no
mistake and it was his money, though they couldn't trace the
source. George couldn't believe his luck, drew out the money,
and took some photos of himself throwing wads of banknotes in
the air.

George bought the consignment of counters, and had enough money
left over to go on holiday, so he nipped across to the
Mediterranean for a quick break. While away, he got the film
developed, but was searched at Customs on his return to the UK
and detained, since the officials wanted to know where all that
money in the photos had come from. They didn't believe his
story, so they carried out an investigation. Eventually, they
came and told George; "The good news is that we're dropping the
charges – the bad news is, we can't find out where the money
came from."

In July of 1990, George was returning to Wiltshire one night,
after giving a friend a lift down to Somerset, when he saw some
lights moving in the distance, in fields away from the road.
Since he was interested in crop circles, (the first 'pictogram'
had appeared almost two weeks previously at Alton Barnes), and
having just visited two of them, George thought he might be able
to catch hoaxers in the act.

He pulled up by a barn and parked his car. From here, the lights
were not visible, but he got out of the car, taking a bundle of
game-boards with him, concerned that they could be stolen from
his car. He climbed over a fence and headed in the direction
he'd seen the lights. When he reached a hedge, he could see one
of the lights shining through, so he went along the hedge to the
end, ensuring that he would not be seen. He reached the edge of
a field about 50 yards further on and could make out a dark
shape in the crop. He entered the field to investigate and found
a crop formation consisting of two large ringed circles, each
with two accompanying smaller ones and three lines separating
the groups. At this point George felt an odd compulsion to lay
one of his game-boards in each of the six circles, which he did,
and then returned to the large circle he had first entered. He
turned and saw lights above him in the sky. There were several
orange lights, which were "the size of basketballs", and they
were doing crazy manoeuvres, like a juggling act.

George was prepared to believe that if the formations were not
hoaxed, they were probably the work of aliens in UFOs, but he
wasn't prepared for this! If these lights were UFOs, then the
aliens would be only inches high! George was overcome by a wave
of terror and he broke his trusty Merlin staff over his knee and
held the pieces over his head to form a cross as protection from
the terrible apparition. As his legs started to give way, he
laid the cross on top of the game-board already laid on the
ground at his feet, and ran all the way back to his car.

George didn't get much sleep that night as he went over the
events in his mind, and realized that he couldn't remember going
the 50 yards between the end of the hedge and the point where he
first saw the formation – had his memory been wiped? He also
realized that between his car and the hedge, he'd been following
a dark shadow.

Imagine his surprise when he saw crop circle researcher Colin
Andrews on television the following morning, saying that there
had been an all-night surveillance that night on the hill above
where George saw the "balls of light" as they are now known, and
that they had it all on film! Imagine his dismay when, a few
hours later, Colin Andrews was back on TV saying that the
formation was a hoax, since they had found "ouija boards and
crosses" (1) in the circles. George was so badly affected by the
experience that he had to seek medical help, and it has taken
him years to get over it. In fact, he said that I was only the
second person he'd told the whole story to (the other was Jon
King – at that time, editor of UFO Reality magazine). However,
he has given me permission to write down his story, to set the
record straight, as he himself has since been accused of making
the formation. There is only one detail he didn't tell me, since
it was too fantastic to be believed…

Parts of this story will sound familiar to some readers, since
Operation Blackbird was quite a high-profile surveillance
experiment, sponsored by BBC TV and the Japanese Nippon TV, at
Bratton Castle, Wiltshire, scheduled for a ten-day run from 23
July 1990.

Amazingly, following my conversation with George a decade later,
later on the same day a fellow Barge visitor called Jonah
offered me a choice (in exchange for a blown node) from a
selection of old copies of The Cereologist, which he'd bought at
the 'Unusual Experiences' conference in Marlborough. Among them
was Issue 2, with a photo on the cover of a clearly recognisable
game-board from George's game, on top of which was a broken
Bo-Peep-style staff in the form of a cross. In the magazine (2),
George Wingfield had written quite a detailed report of
Operation Blackbird – obviously the source for several
subsequent, shorter reports. There were several twists and turns
surrounding Operation Blackbird and I'm probably opening up an
old wound for many people here, stirring a hornets' nest among
the pigeons, or whatever. But…

HORNETS AMONG PIGEONS

1. The Army lent expertise, equipment and personnel, in exchange
for an opportunity to "prove that they (the Circles) are caused
by people" (3), they openly admitted.

2. "The two corporals assigned for duty at the Blackbird
observation post were absent on the night of the hoax, though
they were there on every other night of the project" (4).

3. The formation was at a distance of half a mile from the
observation post – just out of the range of the
image-intensifiers.

4. Colin Andrews received a letter, apparently from the
publicity-stunt-loving 'KLF' – a rock group also known as the
Justified Ancients of Mu-Mu, (a band name invented by Robert
Anton Wilson in his novel Illuminatus, they subsequently enjoyed
an out-of-book-experience!), who claimed responsibility for the
hoax.

5. When interviewed later, the band denied either sending the
letter, or hoaxing the formation.

6. A "piece of red wire" (5) was found in the formation, whose
length corresponded to some of the circle diameters.

7. The formation was "roughly fashioned" (6), and showed "Mickey
Mouse banality"7.

8. Colin Andrews says (8) that his mobile phone was tapped
during Operation Blackbird – calls he made from his car were
deducted from the bill, and paid for by the British Government.
The names of the people he called and contents of the calls were
given to Jim Schnabel, a man some alleged had CIA connections,
who later published the information in his 1993 book Round In
Circles.

9. The Sunday Sport tabloid found out that Merlin (George
Vernon) had designed the game-board and said he'd hoaxed the
formation by "rolling around in the corn" (9). However, this was
reported by a Mr B Ollocks – it's a shame that all tabloid
crop-circle reporters don't make it this clear what it is they
have written.

10. An informant in the Ministry of Defence finally tied
together these threads by confirming that the "Bratton Hoax" had
been a planned military operation, and the "Horoscope boards and
the wooden crosses" (10) had been placed there by the military
to shift the blame away from them.

This last explanation has been generally accepted as the most
feasible. However, as we now know, it is at least partially
untrue and so opens up the whole can of spanners in the worms...

CAN O' SPANNERS

1. Wingfield also described the formation as follows: "Whatever
was said about the hoaxed formation in farmer Jonathan King's
(not the UFO Reality Jon King) field being crudely trampled,
this array of six circles and parallel lines was brilliantly
executed" (11). We now know that George had been in there,
"crudely trampling", while running for his life.

2. Colin Andrews's initial announcement, that at 3.30 that
morning "a number of orange lights taking the form of a
triangle" (12) had appeared, and that they had "everything on
film" (13), has been swept under the carpet with a broom called
Branson. Richard Branson's allegedly passing hot air balloon got
the blame for this – still, I suppose it makes a change from
weather balloons. Whatever it was, it was not a balloon that
George Vernon witnessed that night. So, what happened to the
film? The Operation continued, and, according to Michael
Hesemann, ten days later, on "5th July" (14) a real formation -
! - was filmed appearing on two night vision cameras, and the
film was "fully analysed using the NASA computer in Basingstoke,
Hampshire" (15). The formation appeared in "less than 15
seconds" (16) and although the film was never broadcast, part of
it appeared in the video documentary 'Crop Circle Communique'
(17), says Hesemann. Some people may have presumed that because
the earlier formation was just out of range of the image
intensifiers, the film would have been of no value. However, the
lights were much more visible, and appeared on the monitor, so
they must be on the film, wherever it is. (Ed's note - In 1993,
during a conversation at The Barge, Martin Noakes and I directly
confronted Colin Andrews about the rumours that a real formation
was videoed in the act of creation during Operation Blackbird,
and were answered with a cryptic reply along the lines of "One
day, the whole story will be told"… - Andy Thomas.)

I believe George Vernon saw on that night exactly what he
described to me – his emotions and body language convinced me of
that. So, either the balls-of-light were attracted by a
freshly-hoaxed formation, as claimed by more recent hoaxers, OR
those "Little People" were playing games, keeping one step ahead
of us, as they tend to do, just when we think we've got them!

Source: Swirled News
http://www.swirlednews.com/article.asp?artID=60
- DEATH RIDES THE PLAINS DEPARTMENT -

Was it UFOs? Mystery Haunts Eastern Plains

Cattle rancher Clyde Chess never learned who — or what —killed
his heifer 11 years ago, removing its lips, tongue, ears, heart
and reproductive organs with laserlike precision.

But he has a theory.

"I suspect, and I know it sounds far-fetched, it was government
testing," said Chess, who has a ranch in Rush. "They're the only
ones that have that kind of technology."

This is eastern El Paso County, where stories of mysterious
black aircraft, unexplained lights in the sky and bizarre cattle
experimentation aren't considered too farfetched. Many remember
the string of cattle mutilations that occurred in the 1970s and
happen to this day.

Of course, it's been a long time since Colorado ranchers sat on
their porches at night with shotguns, scanning the sky, but
there's a new mystery on the eastern plains, one involving the
unexplained deaths of six horses and a burro in Calhan.

The case has UFO investigators talking about aliens and
mysterious black helicopters. Several have launched their own
investigations into the deaths.

The truth, they say, is out there.

"Is this a mystery? It's a huge mystery," said Linda Moulton
Howe of Albuquerque, N.M., author of "An Alien Harvest," a book
about the cattle mutilation phenomenon. "What it all means I
don't know. But do I think humans did that? Absolutely not."

The facts are sparse:

Oct. 11, six horses and a burro — all healthy — were found dead
in a field near Calhan.

The veterinarian who examined them, Dr. John Heikkila, ruled out
a winter storm, disease, toxic plants and lightning. Officials
remain puzzled by the quarter-inch puncture holes in the
animals' hides, originally thought to be gunshot wounds, but no
evidence of bullets was found.

Toxicology tests for common poisons came up negative, and
expensive testing for "unusual possibilities" was not done,
because of cost, Heikkila wrote in his Nov. 20 autopsy report.
He concluded that an unusual toxin, delivered through a dart or
pellet, caused the deaths.

The horses' owner, Bonny Blasingame, also thinks they were
poisoned. She doesn't know who would do it, but others have an
idea.

"I've talked to several of my friends who think that it's
aliens," Blasingame said. She said she didn't laugh.

Fears were heightened by the deaths of 16 more horses, found
near Calhan on Oct. 22, though investigators determined
lightning caused the deaths.

Howe, who has written several books and produced television
documentaries on strange phenomena, wrote an extensive report on
the deaths on her Web site, www. earthfiles.com. She has seen
similar puncture holes in dead livestock elsewhere.

"Unusual animal deaths have long been associated with odd,
silent black helicopters that have dissolved into misty clouds
and unidentified lights and beams in the sky and pastures," she
wrote.

Leslie Varnicle, state director of the Mutual UFO Network, has
also looked into the deaths. She said a teenager spotted a
strange aircraft in the Calhan area Oct. 21. She thinks it's no
coincidence.

"You had the animal deaths and, in the same time and area, an
observation of this V-shaped craft," Varnicle said. "In the back
of my mind, I think there is a connection."

Eastern El Paso County is fertile ground for such theories.

In the 1970s and '80s, the area was among many parts of the West
to see a string of cattle mutilations. Typically, soft tissue
such as the lips, rectum and sexual organs were removed, with
little blood or signs of a struggle evident.

There was an FBI investigation, and in 1979 a summit attended by
scientists, law enforcement officials from several states, UFO
investigators and a U.S. senator. The wave died out around the
mid-1980s. In New Mexico, National Guard helicopters patrolled
pastures.

But mysterious livestock deaths never stopped here. According to
the El Paso County Sheriff's Office, there have been 26 unusual
or unexplained livestock deaths since 1989. No arrests have been
made.

The presence of two Air Force bases and NORAD only fuels the
speculation.

Said Varnicle, "We jokingly say, 'Yeah, they moved Area 51 over
to Peterson'" Air Force Base.

Some cases have been truly bizarre. In January 1996,
Trucktonarea rancher James Richard White found one of his cows
dead, with an entire eye socket surgically removed.

According to a Sheriff's Office report, White told a deputy he
had seen black helicopters in the area before, hovering a couple
hundred feet above the ground, not making a sound. And on the
night his cow was killed, his television flickered.

"I really couldn't tell you exactly what it was. I know what I
saw and what I reported," said White, who still owns a ranch.

In 1994, Simla rancher Ted Hasenbalg found one of his bulls
mutilated, the third to die strangely since the 1970s.

"I've got to think it's UFOs. That's the only thing logical,"
Hasenbalg said. "I think anything's possible, because we don't
know if we're the only life in the universe."

UFO investigators say the recent Calhan incident, although it
differs from classic mutilations in several ways, could be
connected.

"You have a minimum of information here on these animals to
connect them to anything nonterrestrial, like we can with the
cattle," said Richard Sigismund, a Boulder social scientist who
spoke at the 1979 summit. "But on the other hand, that same
minimum of information prevents you from connecting it to
anything."

Varnicle, of the Mutual UFO Network, said she continues to ask
questions about the deaths.

"I would love to catch someone doing it, whether it's the
military, E.T. or Joe Joker," she said.

Sheriff's Office investigators have also heard plenty of
theories, among them top-secret military lasers and ice bullets.
They believe the answer is more mundane, probably some sort of
toxin that didn't show up in the tests.

"We believe there's a logical explanation. We just haven't found
it yet," sheriff's spokesman Lt. Clif Northam said. The
investigation remains open.

Some ranchers have expressed concern about the killings, but Jim
Brewer, president of the El Paso County Farm Bureau, dismisses
talk of UFOs and secret experiments. He thinks the deaths were
weather-related.

"It was a bad thing, but it wasn't somebody out trying to kill
livestock," Brewer said.

For Blasingame, the horses' owner, the case is more than a story
worthy of "The X-Files." She loved the horses that were killed.

One horse survived the incident, a 6-month-old filly named
Santanna, whose mother was among those killed. The horse remains
skittish, jumping at the slightest sound.

"I wish she could talk. I'd give anything if she could talk,"
Blasingame said. "She'd have a story to tell."

Source: The Gazette - Colorado Springs
http://www.gazette.com/display.php?id=1313210&secid=1
- LOOK DEEPLY INTO MY EYES DEPARTMENT -

Dark History of Mind Control

In perhaps the most famous psychological experiment of modern
times, Stanley Milgram proved that most of us are no better than
Nazis. In 1961 the Yale psychologist divided pairs of paid
volunteers into test-takers and shock therapists; each wrong
answer from the former earned an electric shock by the latter,
who could hear but could not see his partner in an adjoining
room.

The test-takers were never actually shocked, but were directed
to scream and plead as the shock therapists — ordered to proceed
by an authoritative psychologist — thought they were
administering near-lethal zaps. Two-thirds of participants
dumbly obeyed the white coat even though they thought they were
practically killing an innocent stranger.

The American Psychological Association, appalled at the
experiment's effects on participants, stripped Milgram of his
membership, but he nonetheless earned a place in history: He
later analyzed the My Lai massacre and his name has surfaced
repeatedly in discussions of torture at Abu Ghraib.

The Milgram experiments were the pinnacle of decades of research
into social control and human engineering driven by the
"behaviorist" school of psychology. Born at the University of
Chicago in the first years of the 20th century, behaviorism
posited that human actions are unaffected by free will or
consciousness, and instead may be empirically predicted,
recorded and shaped by external stimuli. Just as a plant turns
toward the sun, a frustrated human lashes out aggressively; the
plant can be conditioned by its orientation to light, as can the
human by modifying his level of frustration. Or by giving stern
orders, as Milgram dismayingly proved.

Rebecca Lemov, a lecturer at the University of Washington, has
produced a lively and well-researched history of the human
engineering field and its broad intellectual and social legacy.
Lemov nicely structures the book around key social scientists in
the behaviorist movement, most of them psychologists at Yale's
Institute of Human Relations from the 1920s to the 1960s. From
John B. Watson's early (and breathtakingly durable) thesis that
animal behavior is an infallible predictor of human behavior
came decades of laboratory studies of white rats marching around
strung out on drugs and shocked into doing this or that. Then
came George Murdoch's effort to amass all knowledge about
humankind in great storerooms of boxes and card catalogs, which,
when brought to the attention of the Defense Department, earned
the fusty professor a shiny commission in the Navy in addition
to grants from Uncle Sam. ("[W]e were repeatedly subject to Jap
attack and ambush . … I really had the time of my life.")

With the birth of the Cold War, a more nefarious collaboration
began between government and social scientists, as the CIA
funded universities' mind control and brainwashing experiments
that left unsuspecting volunteers psychologically impaired. One
example was the "psychic driving" of McGill University's Ewan
Cameron, who played subjects an endless loop of one of their own
statements from therapy, such as "You killed your mother," while
keeping them packed with mind-altering drugs and locked in
sensory depravation chambers. They emerged broken, ready to "be
built up again." This is real "Manchurian Candidate" stuff, and
it is easy to see how it could have a dramatic impact on human
behavior.

An anthropologist, Lemov is less interested in the technical
features of this research than in the culture of those who would
practice laboratory totalitarianism in the name of political
anti-totalitarianism. Lifelong sufferer of manic-depressive
disorder O. Hobart Mowrer late in life found Jesus, dropped
behaviorism and pioneered the snuggly group therapy of
Alcoholics Anonymous. In contrast, John Dollard, an
anthropologist of Southern racial tensions, eventually rejected
the subtleties of the human experience and joined the rigid
behaviorists at Yale. More chillingly, we learn that McGill's
Cameron, a dark wizard if ever there was one, actually helped
prosecute Nazi doctors at the Nuremberg tribunals.

Lemov's central thesis might have been spun out a little
further. She argues that the world at large eventually replaced
the laboratory as all these experiments spawned real human
engineering in the form of modern annoyances like advertising
and focus groups. But rather than trace the connection in
detail, she leaves off in the 1960s, before the research really
began to bear commercial fruit. And not for want of material:
John Watson, whom she profiles, left academia in 1920 to join
the J. Walter Thompson advertising agency. Scientists must of
course be free to research broadly, but if the decades of human
and animal suffering that Lemov recounts have served primarily
to allow modern money grubbers to play mind control games with
consumers, much has been wasted.

The author is also too eager to see in mid-century social
science a vast plot to control human behavior. Plenty of
mid-century anthropologists and psychologists simply wished to
explore and understand their world and had no designs to bend
others to their will. As the book demonstrates, a few
well-positioned scientists with that aim were enough to do
plenty of harm.

Source: Rebecca Lemov/RINF.COM
http://www.rinf.com/columnists/news/dark-history-of-mind-control
- ADRIFT IN A SEA OF QUANTUM LIGHT DEPARTMENT -

Brilliant Disguise: Light, Matter and the Zero-Point Field

Is matter an illusion? Is the universe floating on a vast sea of
light, whose invisible power provides the resistance that gives
to matter its feeling of solidity? Astrophysicist Bernhard
Haisch and his colleagues have followed the equations to some
compelling — and challenging — conclusions.

"God said, 'Let there be light,' and there was light."

It is certainly a beautiful poetic statement. But does it
contain any science? A few years ago I would have dismissed that
possibility. As an astrophysicist, I knew all too well the
blatant contradictions between the sequence of events in Genesis
and the physics of the Universe. Even after substituting eons
for days, the order of events was obviously wrong. It made no
sense to have light come first, and then to claim that the Sun,
the moon and the stars — the obvious sources of light in the
night sky of the ancient world — were created only subsequently,
be it days or eons later. One could, of course, generalize light
to mean simply energy, and thus claim a reference to the Big
Bang, but that would, to me, be more of a stretch than a
revelation.

My first inkling that the deceptively simple "Let there be
light" might actually contain a profound cosmological truth came
in early July 1992. I was trying to wrap things up in my office
in Palo Alto so that I could spend the rest of the summer doing
research on the X-ray emission of stars at the Max Planck
Institute in Garching, Germany. I came in one morning just
before my departure and found a rather peculiar message on my
answering machine; it had been left at 3 a.m. by a usually
sober-minded colleague, Alfonso Rueda, a professor at California
State University in Long Beach. He was so excited by the results
of a horrifically-long mathematical analysis he had been
grinding through that he just had to tell me about it, knowing
full well I was not there to share the thrill.

What he had succeeded in doing was to derive the equation: F=ma.
Details would follow in Germany.

Most people will take this in stride with a "so what?" or "what
does that mean?" After all what are F, m and a, and what is so
noteworthy about a scientist deriving a simple equation? Isn't
this what scientists do for a living? But a physicist will have
an incredulous reaction because you are not supposed to be able
to derive the equation F=ma. That equation was postulated by
Newton in his Principia, the foundation stone of physics, in
1687. A postulate is a law that you assume to be true, and from
which other things follow: such as much of physics, for example,
from that particular postulate. You cannot derive postulates.
How do you prove that one plus one equals two? The answer is,
you don't. You assume that abstract numbers work that way, and
then derive other properties of addition from that basic
assumption.

But indeed, as I discovered when I began to write up a research
paper based on what Rueda soon sent to Garching, he had indeed
derived Newton's fundamental "equation of motion." And the
concept underlying this analysis was the existence of a
background sea of light known as the electromagnetic zero-point
field of the quantum vacuum.

To understand this zero-point field (for short), consider an
old-fashioned grandfather clock with its pendulum swinging back
and forth. If you don't wind the clock , friction will sooner or
later bring the pendulum to a halt. Now imagine a pendulum that
gets smaller and smaller, so small that it ultimately becomes
atomic in size and subject to the laws of quantum physics. There
is a rule in quantum physics called the Heisenberg uncertainty
principle that states (with certainty, as it happens) that no
quantum object, such as a microscopic pendulum, can ever be
brought completely to rest. Any microscopic object will always
possess a residual random jiggle thanks to quantum fluctuations.

Radio, television and cellular phones all operate by
transmitting or receiving electromagnetic waves. Visible light
is the same thing; it is just a higher frequency form of
electromagnetic waves. At even higher frequencies, beyond the
visible spectrum, you find ultraviolet light, X-rays and
gamma-rays. All are electromagnetic waves which are really just
different frequencies of light.

It is standard in quantum theory to apply the Heisenberg
uncertainty principle to electromagnetic waves, since electric
and magnetic fields flowing through space oscillate like a
pendulum. At every possible frequency there will always be a
tiny bit of electromagnetic jiggling going on. And if you add up
all these ceaseless fluctuations, what you get is a background
sea of light whose total energy is enormous: the zero-point
field. The "zero-point" refers to the fact that even though this
energy is huge, it is the lowest possible energy state. All
other energy is over and above the zero-point state. Take any
volume of space and take away everything else — in other words,
create a vacuum — and what you are left with is the zero-point
field. We can imagine a true vacuum, devoid of everything, but
the real-world quantum vacuum is permeated by the zero-point
field with its ceaseless electromagnetic waves.

The fact that the zero-point field is the lowest energy state
makes it unobservable. We see things by way of contrast. The eye
works by letting light fall on the otherwise dark retina. But if
the eye were filled with light, there would be no darkness to
afford a contrast. The zero-point field is such a blinding
light. Since it is everywhere, inside and outside of us,
permeating every atom in our bodies, we are effectively blind to
it. It blinds us to its presence. The world of light that we do
see is all the rest of the light that is over and above the
zero-point field.

We cannot eliminate the zero-point field from our eyes, but it
is possible to eliminate a little bit of it from the region
between two metal plates. (Technically, this has to do with
conditions the electromagnetic waves must satisfy on the plate
boundaries.) A Dutch physicist, Hendrik Casimir, predicted in
1948 exactly how much of the zero-point field would end up being
excluded in the gap between the plates, and how this would
generates a force, since there is then an overpressure on the
outside of the plates. Casimir predicted the relation between
the gap and the force very precisely. You can, however, only
exclude a tiny fraction of the zero-point field from the gap
between the plates in this way. Counterintuitively, the closer
the plates come together, the more of the zero-point field gets
excluded, but there is a limit to this process because plates
are made up of atoms and you cannot make the gap between the
plates smaller than the atoms that constitute the plates. This
Casimir force has now been physically measured, and the results
agree very well with his prediction.

The discovery that my colleague first made in 1992 also has to
do with a force that the zero-point field generates, which takes
us back to F=ma, Newton's famous equation of motion. Newton —
and all physicists since — have assumed that all matter
possesses an innate mass, the m in Newton's equation. The mass
of an object is a measure of its inertia, its resistance to
acceleration, the a. The equation of motion, known as Newton's
second law, states that if you apply a force, F, to an object
you will get an acceleration, a — but the more mass, m, the
object possesses, the less acceleration you will get for a given
force. In other words, the force it takes to accelerate a hockey
puck to a high speed will barely budge a car. For any given
force, F, if m goes up, a goes down, and vice versa.

Why is this? What gave matter this property of possessing
inertial mass? Physicists sometimes talk about a concept known
as "Mach's Principle" but all that does is to establish a
certain relationship between gravity and inertia. It doesn't
really say how all material objects acquire mass. In fact, the
work that Rueda, I and another colleague, Hal Puthoff, have
since done indicate that mass is, in effect, an illusion. Matter
resists acceleration not because it possesses some innate thing
called mass, but because the zero-point field exerts a force
whenever acceleration takes place. To put it in somewhat
metaphysical terms, there exists a background sea of quantum
light filling the universe, and that light generates a force
that opposes acceleration when you push on any material object.
That is why matter seems to be the solid, stable stuff that we
and our world are made of.

Saying this is one thing. Proving it scientifically is another.
It took a year and a half of calculating and writing and
thinking, over and over again, to refine both the ideas
themselves and the presentation to the point of publication in a
professional research journal. On an academic timescale this was
actually pretty quick, and we were able to publish in what is
widely regarded as the world's leading physics journal, the
Physical Review, in February 1994. To top it off, Science and
Scientific American ran stories on our new inertia hypothesis.
We waited for some reaction. Would other scientists prove us
right or prove us wrong? Neither happened.

At that point in my career I was already a fairly
well-established scientist, being a principal investigator on
NASA research grants, serving as an associate editor of the
Astrophysical Journal, and having many dozens of publications in
the parallel field of astrophysics. In retrospect, my experience
should have warned me that we had ventured into dangerous
theoretical waters, that we were going to be left on our own to
sink or swim. Indeed, I would probably have taken the same
wait-and-see attitude myself had I been on the outside looking
in.

An alternative to having other scientists replicate your work
and prove that you are right is to get the same result yourself
using a completely different approach. I wrote a research
proposal to NASA and Alfonso buried himself in new calculations.
We got funding and we got results. In 1998, we published two new
papers that again showed that the inertia of matter could be
traced back to the zero-point field. And not only was the
approach in those papers completely different than in the 1994
paper, but the mathematics was simpler while the physics was
more complete: a most desirable combination. What's more, the
original analysis had used Newtonian classical physics; the new
analysis used Einsteinian relativistic physics.

As encouraged as I am, it is still too early to say whether
history will prove us right or wrong. But if we are right, then
"Let there be light" is indeed a very profound statement, as one
might expect of its purported author. The solid, stable world of
matter appears to be sustained at every instant by an underlying
sea of quantum light.

But let's take this even one step further. If it is the
underlying realm of light that is the fundamental reality
propping up our physical universe, let us ask ourselves how the
universe of space and time would appear from the perspective of
a beam of light. The laws of relativity are clear on this point.
If you could ride a beam of light as an observer, all of space
would shrink to a point, and all of time would collapse to an
instant. In the reference frame of light, there is no space and
time. If we look up at the Andromeda galaxy in the night sky, we
see light that from our point of view took 2 million years to
traverse that vast distance of space. But to a beam of light
radiating from some star in the Andromeda galaxy, the
transmission from its point of origin to our eye was
instantaneous.

There must be a deeper meaning in these physical facts, a deeper
truth about the simultaneous interconnection of all things. It
beckons us forward in our search for a better, truer
understanding of the nature of the universe, of the origins of
space and time — those "illusions" that yet feel so real to us.

Bernhard Haisch, staff physicist at the Lockheed Martin Solar &
Astrophysics Laboratory in Palo Alto, California, is a
scientific editor of The Astrophysical Journal and
editor-in-chief of the Journal of Scientific Exploration.

Source: Science & Spirit Magazine
http://www.science-spirit.org/article_detail.php?article_id=126
- GREAT MYSTERIES OF TIME AND SPACE DEPARTMENT -

Whitley Strieber - Twenty Years of Communion

Twenty years ago, at approximately three thirty in the morning
on December 26, 1985, I heard odd noises and felt as if I had
fallen out of bed. I opened my eyes to a scene of such
extraordinary horror that I am still suffering from the effects
of that moment, two decades later.

What I saw before me was a small room like the interior of a
tent, populated by enormous insects. These insects were at once
strange, distant-seeming creatures, totally unlike me and not
communicating any sense of the human at all, and yet at the same
time aware of me in a way that eloquently and terrifyingly
signaled intelligence.

Immediately, I was seized from behind and there was a swooping
rush around me. An odd, machine-like voice commenced repeating
again and again the phrase 'what can we do to help you stop
screaming?'

The terror was beyond words, beyond imagining. They were rough
with me, pressing a needle into my head and raping me with a
device that I now know is called an electrostimulator. In those
days, such devices were used to induce erections in sex clinics,
and they are still used to gather semen in animal husbandry.

I am not a prude, but I am a modest man and quite shy
physically. I was appalled at finding myself naked with these
creatures. I can remember trying and trying to wake up, to
somehow find my bed around me again, to embrace my wife.

But my wife was not there. I was alone in the night with these
things and I had no idea what might happen to me next.

This experience has left me with a disease called post-traumatic
stress disorder. The last time I awakened with my heard
practically slamming out of my chest, my breath coming short and
so frightened that I literally dared not move a muscle was last
night.

In fact, for at least five out of seven nights since the event
happened, I have been waking up in terror between three and four
in the morning. I have tried many treatments for this, ranging
from conventional psychiatry and psychotherapy to every sort of
esoteric treatment you can imagine, to no avail.

The disorder that began on that night will, I believe, remain
with me until the day I die. And I wouldn't trade it for
anything in the world. Because, on that night, the woman whose
portrait is on the cover of the book Communion said to me,
'you're the luckiest of the lucky.'

She was precisely correct. Yes, it has been hard and it has
shattered me on the deepest possible levels. The public reaction
has pained me as much as it has inspired me. But I have had a
truly remarkable opportunity offered to me, and I have taken as
full advantage of it as has been in my ability.

The morning after the experience, I asked my wife if she
remembered anything unusual that night. She said no. My son,
also, seemed entirely untroubled. So I decided that the riotous
memories that were troubling me must have been some sort of a
nightmare.

The memories were quite clear. I remembered being carried. I
remembered being roughed up. I remembered being raped. Also,
though, meeting somebody I felt that I had known for quite some
time, somebody, even, who had in some way trained or prepared
me.

During the next few days, I wrote a story called "Pain," about
an angelic being who administers pain in order to free people
from themselves, to use pain, in effect, as a means of
transcending the ego.

I remember how I felt as I wrote that story, the curious sense
of surrender that it brought me, as if I was reliving a very,
very powerful experience with someone who had loved me so hard
that it had broken me heart and soul.

The weekend came, and by the time Monday rolled around I was in
pain. My rectum hurt. The side of my head hurt. And I could not
sleep at all. I was living in a state of terror. By then I was
pretty sure I had been abused in some way. What I could not
figure out was how or by who. I could remember these big, black
eyes staring at me, but could not figure out where they had come
from.

I did not yet know that a friend of mine had also had a very
disturbing experience that night. He was a retired state
policeman and he had been coming home in the wee hours with his
wife from a Christmas party. We lived in a pretty lonely corner
of the world--not entirely isolated, but quite dark and quiet at
night, with lots of woods around, stretching for miles.

He'd been about two miles from our houses traveling along a
lonely stretch of road when he'd observed what looked like a
large gray object in a field. It was a dark night and the object
wasn't very distinct, but it was big enough to make him think
that it was a crashed blimp. He stopped his car and got out,
whereupon he heard somebody screaming. As he walked toward the
thing, lights came on all over it and it began moving toward
him. As it was obviously under power and not in need of help, he
got back in his car and drove home.

I did not know about this for over a year, unfortunately, after
I had written the book Communion and was well into its sequel,
Transformation. It took him that long to tell me, and when he
did tell me we were both just sort of silenced. What were we to
think?

By that time, though, I was already well along what has become
the road of my life.

A few days after the event, I believe, on the Wednesday, I drove
into New York City to see my doctor. He listened to my story and
examined me. There occured during that examination one of the
most agonizing experiences I have ever known. He took one glance
at the condition of my rectum and blurted out, "you've been
raped." I was so terribly, terribly humiliated by this that it
has taken me these twenty long years even to put those words
down on paper. Only last June did I utter them to another
person, when I told Anne what he had said, and told a
psychologist I am thinking of working with this spring. And now
I have said it.

I have been the victim of endless jokes for having been raped.
If you are a woman reading this, think of how you would feel if
you had been raped and had been made a laughingstock for it.
Your very soul would be eaten by the acid of that. It has made
me despise our society to the very depths of my being. I loathe
the world I live in, because I was raped and everybody laughed.

But I do not loathe you, because I know that reading this are
many people who have been down this same hard road.

So, why in the world are we lucky? What's lucky about getting
raped and being scorned and rejected after having a devastating,
soul shattering experience that most people think is a lot of
hooey and a big fat joke?

Well, in, I think, early February of 1986, I completed a series
of mental and physical tests that convinced me that I was not
suffering from any known disease. I had an MRI scan, a battery
of psychological tests, a test for temporal lobe epilepsy and a
thorough neurological workup.

The results of these tests were three: one, I was suffering from
severe stress; two, I had some unknown bright objects in my
brain which occur in about 2% of people tested with MRI scans
and are benign; three, my brain was not only not seizure prone,
it was unusually stable.

I then decided that these remarkable beings I had seen must
therefore have been real. I very well remember the moment this
thought first crossed my mind. I had just left the
psychologist's office after getting her evaluation. So all the
pieces were in place. I wasn't psychotic and I had no organic
brain disease that would explain what I remembered happening to
me.

I therefore began to attempt to solve the mystery. But where to
turn? I really had no idea. I went out in the woods, revisiting
the place I had been carried. A very odd part of the memory was
that I had seen somebody familiar in the woods just before I
ended up in the little chamber with the insects. This was an old
school friend who had joined the CIA. He had told me about a
design flaw in the containment of some sort of engine that was
being tested on a high performance aircraft.

I have written little about this part of the experience and
mentioned it only a few times in interviews because it has
always disturbed me deeply, but not for the reason that you
might think. I tried to look him up that February, only to
discover that he was dead, and had been dead for more than a
year when I saw him in my woods in the company of what I then
regarded as aliens.

I didn't know what in hell to make of this. Only after I
published Communion and began to get hundreds of thousands of
letters from other close encounter witnesses did I realize that
it's routine for the dead to appear with the visitors. The two
things go together--not in every encounter, by any means, but in
enough of them to make it more or less part of the routine.

By that time March had come along, I had read Jenny Randles'
book about UFOs that had a description in it that made me think
I might have encountered aliens. The book led me to Budd
Hopkins, who wanted to hypnotize me. I found Budd to be a very
nice fellow and also quite brilliant, but I declined to be
hypnotized by him because he was not appropriately credentialed.
So he introduced me to Dr. Donald Klein, who was an eminent
psychiatrist and one of the world's leading forensic hypnotists.

When Dr. Klein first hypnotized me, there was an explosive
reaction. I did not go back to the indicent in December, but
rather to the previous October. I still remember that session
vividly: the absolute terror that I felt when I had awakened one
night in our little country cabin and seen a small hooded figure
standing near the bed—a figure that had proceeded to rush at me
and strike my forehead with a stick that shot out electric
sparks.

In the second hypnosis session, I did address the December 26
experience. It became somewhat more vivid in my mind, but
nothing new was added to my memories. However, during the
session, I spontaneously reverted to the age of twelve, and
recalled another incident of meeting this extraordinary woman
who is the real subject of this essay and is, in fact, a great
light in my life. She lives and functions across the divide of
what we call life and death, and beyond the confines of time.

This recollection seemed to the doctor to be similar to the sort
of memories that emerge in people who have experienced repeated
abuse that they have been unwilling or unable to articulate to
themselves. The mechanism by which difficult memories may be
repressed is well explained by Dr. Jennifer Freyd in her book
Betrayal Trauma. Dr. Freyd is the daughter of two of the
founders of the False Memory Syndrome Foundation, and has
accused them of abusing her.

This memory led me to return to my home town of San Antonio,
Texas, where I explored my own childhood, which I recounted in
my book the Secret School.

Before that, I wrote two additional books about my close
encounter experiences, which continued and expanded after I
began walking in the woods at night in an effort to re-engage
with what it had become obvious to me were some very remarkable
beings who had been with me, in a hidden way, throughout my
life.

I remained engaged with them for eleven years after the initial
encounter. It only ended in October of 1997, when I moved out of
the upstate New York cabin and returned to Texas. I did this
both because I wanted to explore my past, and because we no
longer could afford to live in New York. Our son's education was
demanding of our resources, and the long and terrible depression
that had followed the rejection of my claims of encounter had
taken their toll. I had become unable to write more about my
encounters after the book Breakthrough. I saw that
acknowledgement of the existence of the visitors would bring
enormous rewards to our society, and also the venial reasons for
the secrecy. I saw how eagerly the egocentric media and
scientific institutions supported the government in keeping the
secret of their presence. And I watched as the visitors
patiently waited, knowing, as they do, that our species is in
the process of making a deeply spiritual decision about whether
to enter the cosmos or go extinct.

I was having too many thoughts of suicide to stay at the cabin
any longer. I felt that I had failed in one of the most
important missions ever entrusted to a human being, to open the
mind of man to the existence of another intelligent species. In
so failing, I had seen that humanity would most likely give up
on the greatness that is mankind, and choose to turn its back on
five billion years of earthly struggle and the patient, hopeful
waiting of those who long for us to join the stars.

It was a truly fearsome failure. I also had been given, in the
eleven years I had with the visitors, the opportunity to see the
fate of souls, and I suffered the most terrific sorrow over what
was happening to the people who were getting drawn into the trap
of lying about the existence of the visitors in order to support
government policy. I began to see government as a machine for
the killing of souls. The terror of the situation was simply
overwhelming. I will tell you this about the way a soul dies:
for the universe, it winks out of existence the instant the
supporting body's electrical system fails. But for that soul,
the moment of death remains forever.

What kills souls is quite simple: choice. They choose to die
because they despair of themselves. They die of lack of love.
Our lives must be rich with compassion both for ourselves and
others. This is what enables us to thrive and live in the body
of consciousness that is this universe. The body is a brief
passage, a place of decision. It is here, in this engine of
forgetting, that we can only decide from our essential truth
whether we are going to go on or not.

This is as true for the species as it is for each one of us. I
have chosen life. I believe that this species is worth saving,
that we can ascend into a great journey if we so choose. So when
I see us being captured by the people of the death wish—those
who concentrate on material wealth, who ignore suffering, who
fight, who lie, who ignore the needs of the planet—I feel the
touch of despair.

By 1997, I was in utter despair. I felt that I needed the
support of old friends and family, so, on a night in October of
that year, I sat down for what I knew would be my last
meditation with the visitors. I will not get into why they
couldn't follow me to Texas. It's too complex and too far from
the subject of this essay. Suffice to say that the could only
come there in a much more limited way than was possible at the
cabin. In part, the reason is that they are physically much more
vulnerable than you might think, and keep themselves concealed
not only through the use of technology, but primarily by
stealth. When you strip away their ability to affect the mind,
their quickness and a couple of other things, what you will find
is a small, delicate person whom a child could crush between his
fists. But also in that vulnerable, wobbling head a world that
reaches across space and time, that penetrates not only this
universe and its secrets, but many others as well, that is
ancient beyond belief and, in a way that I can hardly even begin
to explain, impeccable.

I'm not saying that they're pleasant. They're as tough as nails,
as mean as snakes and as dangerous as plutonium.

Now I'm going to return to my life with that woman. Firstly, she
has been with me for longer than life itself. I am one of her
many projects. In the world of the soul, she's rich, on a big
journey in the direction of ecstasy, and seeking to travel there
the only way you can, in a great chorus of free souls. This is
what it's about, it's why we're here. It is the core urgency of
life, what you feel at the moment of birth, of sexual union, and
of death.

On that first night, she took semen from me to try to make a
baby out of the two of us. This did not work. She came again to
me many times, and gradually we became gentle enough with each
other so that it did work. I learned a very secret art, which is
the art of touching people who are in a state of higher energy
without trapping them in our level. If you can imagine what it
might be like to embrace a cloud without destroying its form,
that's what it's like to engage with the visitors without
turning their communication into a version of one's own
thoughts.

I wonder if that makes any sense to somebody who hasn't done it?
I hope so, because anybody can. The difficulty is, how do you
explain how it feels to ride a bicycle before anybody has ever
ridden one?

Let me tell you about her. She lived both in the country and in
the city, just like I did. Yes, she walked the streets. An
editor from William Morrow & Co., Bruce Lee, saw her and her
husband in a bookstore in Manhattan, a story which I recounted
in Transformation. Another friend of mine saw her on 14th Street
on the day I drove off westward forever. She asked him, "are you
going west?" He replied, as he was stuck in traffic and trying
to go east, "no, I'm going east!" She said, "that's good," and
stepped off into the crowd. It was her way of expressing her
regret at my departure.

What we did together, in trying to create that living bridge,
was not a disloyalty to her husband or my wife. Think of it as a
scientific experiment in the power of love to transcend. But it
could not transcend the limits of the physical, and there is no
magical child here now to show us the way--at least, not that I
have ever met. Instead, we have the people of the death wish
leading mankind down the road to extinction.

So what happens, then, to the souls that do not enter memory? In
fact, to most of you reading this. You would not be on this
website, or this deep in this message, if you had not made the
opposite choice from the rulers of our world. So what happens to
you when mankind is no more? You will find a sort of magnetic
appeal that will draw you into new companionship. The utterly
unique ecstasy that would accompany mankind's ascension will
never be tasted, but its loss will be part of your beauty. I
can't explain farther than that because of the limitations of
language, but you will certainly find your way, of that be
assured.

Where are we now, twenty years after an effort was begun to
bring mankind into real contact with another intelligent
species? A vast number of people have been awakened to the
reality of the visitors. Millions, I believe. Even more, of
course, remain as they always have been, a great, formless ocean
of unrealized potential. At the same time, the general culture
has totally failed to address the reality of the visitors. To an
extent, they have pulled up stakes. They left upstate New York
in 1999, two years after I did. They still come around in
various places, but it's only to monitor those who might be of
some interest or other. The fifty years between 1947 and 1997
were, as far as they were concerned, the time of decision. And
we decided, thanks to those who so effectively kept their
reality secret, to continue as we have been in history, and to
do so despite the risk that will will not be able to manage the
coming failure of the planetary environment properly without
their support, and therefore that it might kill us.

As far as the close encounter experience is concerned, science
is absolutely nowhere. Fantastically, the intellectuals, who so
distrust the government in every other regard, swallow its lies
about this without the least complaint. Perhaps it's because the
visitors completely shatter the secular view of the world. Or
maybe they threaten the fragile ego of the educated human being,
whose soul knows that all his fine knowledge is but an engine of
forgetting. You cannot be with them without also being with your
own truth. Then you see what you really are, a little fragment
in a vastness so great, so various and so shockingly,
unimaginably conscious that it completely swallows you. To enter
the universe as it really is, you've got to leave your
self-pride far behind, and that is a hard, hard thing to do.

Other worlds have faced these same problems. Understand, there
are not all that many worlds with intelligent species on them
that have survived very long. Often, they come to tragic ends,
undone by chance or, more often, by aggression even more
excessive than our own. In some places, though, there have been
very remarkable solutions to the survival problem.

Some intelligent species have been able to see that their
intelligence was a precious asset that could actually intensify
itself. They have learned to increase the quantity of this
valuable commodity by altering themselves, by creating machine
intelligence, and by conferring it on other species on their
planets. As if we'd hit upon the idea of genetically engineering
brains to greater intelligence, and included not only ourselves
but the animal world as well. In such places, life becomes very,
very rich.

But mostly it doesn't happen that way. There are people who
worry about the fate of consciousness across the universes. (And
there is more than one, as we will soon discover.) They worry
because so often intelligence--which is the single most
important way station on the road to consciousness--fails. It's
incredibly rare, and it fails. Thus the journey toward ecstasy
is compromised.

The more consciousness, the more ecstasy, and consciousness
cannot come about without intelligence. What is worse, until a
species is conscious, intervention is very, very difficult.
That's the problem that the visitors are having here. If they
intervene openly, our culture totally refocuses itself toward
them and all human innovation stops. We end up locked in a state
of profound disempowerment that will take many generations to
recover, and that will leave a permanent scar.

The visitors cannot reveal themselves to us. We must reveal
ourselves to them.

So, where are we? Certainly, we are avoiding facing the reality
of their presence here. Where we are is on the edge of a new
world, and it's not the best of all possible new worlds, believe
me. The environment has already begun collapsing in irrevocable
ways, and over the next half century many, many lives will be
lost. Personally, I do not think that we will go completely
extinct, not unless we're helped along in some way. I think that
we are going to defy the odds and live and thrive anyway, no
matter that we're led by people of the death wish, no matter
that the visitors have turned their backs on us. I have this
faith in mankind precisely because I am among the very rarest of
human creatures: I have really and truly been outside of
mankind, insofar as I have treated with nonhuman intelligent
beings. I have seen what they are, and therefore now see my own
kind to a degree as an outsider. And what I see compels me to
wonder. You really have no way to know how marvelous you are.
Mankind is like a scattering of jewels in the blue of the world.
You can't even see the dead and dying souls. They don't matter
and they are surprisingly few. They just make a lot more noise
than the great, sacred majority.

No, I have failed to link us to the visitors. I have failed to
break the bondage of official secrecy, or to save the souls of
the keepers of the secrets. I have failed to raise the eyes of
the average man.

But I have not failed entirely, because I did not fail in my
contacts, and I have not failed with you. In time—and time is
what this is, in the end, all about—my small successes will
emerge as being far more important than my great failures.

I miss my dear and dangerous friends. I miss those days of the
very highest adventure, the sheer thrill that would come over me
when, a mile or so back in the woods in the dead of night, I
would see the quick, darting movement and then the terrible
eyes. Then I would sit down on the ground, and open my swooning,
terrified mind as best I could, and there would be wonder.

I miss my life with her. The various things we tried, in our
effort to tame each to the other. We could not be face to face
for more than a few seconds, so she took to riding on my back.
It was the only way we could embrace without me getting scared
and her suffering grave anguish because of my fear. So we would
stay like that, with her little soft body clasped around me from
behind—soft, but with bones like iron and a grip of steel. We
were sensually repellent to each other, but we made romance in
our hearts, anyway, and if in time they do emerge more into the
life of man, this is how it will be.

It will be so hard. They're bad, never doubt it. They sin and
fail and are weak and venial. They can be murderously
indifferent when they're concentrating on an important
objective. They do not find us nearly as important as we find
ourselves, and they can therefore be cruel in the pursuit of
their goals. But when you connect with them, the rewards are
very, very great. Stupendous, actually. Beyond measure.

One fifteen. It's quiet here. December 26. A Monday, this year.
I am not so far from death, the unknown country. But I've
traveled it a good deal, actually, so it's not so strange to me
now. I understand how the mystery of the soul works. They showed
me by example; the Master of the Key explained it
intellectually. Not the slightest breeze flows, not a night bird
cries. The kitchen clock hums, my eyes grow heavy, another day
comes rolling on. Very faintly, from where I sit in this moment,
I can hear the sea's sighing night voice. The most ancient sound
of the world, the ocean.

Now I will lie myself down. In a few hours, my heart will start
pounding, my flesh again recoiling from the touch of the
unknown. But not in this moment. In this moment, peace abides. I
see rising as if in the soul's hidden earth, a new sun. This is
us, this sun, mankind rising from our broken world, on the
strong two wings of the good human heart and the good human
mind.

Source: Unknown Country
http://www.unknowncountry.com/journal/?id=213
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Technology and the Pursuit of Happiness

The United States' Declaration of Independence asserts that all
individuals have an unalienable right to life, liberty and the
pursuit of happiness. In the years since that document was
drafted, its phrasing has been subject to much interpretation,
and laws have been enacted to limit the scope of those rights,
particularly the latter two. For instance, forbidding one from
taking mood-altering drugs alienates an individual from his or
her liberty and pursuit of happiness, but this limit exists
under the debatable reasoning that drug use generally tends to
trespass on the rights of others, including their right to
pursue happiness.

But what if there were a way to achieve the same "high"
sensation as one can get from illegal drugs, anytime, anywhere,
and without the chemical side effects and criminal motivation?
Such a technology does exist, and has seen limited use in humans
for several decades. The practice is known as evoking pleasure
by Electrical Stimulation of the Brain (ESB), and despite its
invention in 1954, few people have ever heard of it, and much
fewer have ever experienced it. It sounds like the stuff of
science-fiction, but it's real technology.

The brain's reward center was discovered quite by accident in
1954, when researchers James Olds and Peter Milner were studying
a part of the brain called the reticular formation which, when
stimulated with implanted electrodes, caused laboratory animals
to avoid the action which brought on the sensation. In the early
testing, the electrodes did not always end up in the areas of
the brain that researchers were aiming for, and one such mistake
led to a fortuitous discovery. The electrode on one particular
animal missed the reticular formation and went went into the
brain's septal area instead.

This animal behaved in an unexpected way: rather than avoiding
the action which brought on the electric shock, it repeated the
action continually. James Olds wrote the following for
Scientific American magazine in 1956: In the test experiment we
were using, the animal was placed in a large box with corners
labeled A, B, C, and D. Whenever the animal went to corner A,
its brain was given a mild electric shock by the experimenter.
When the test was performed on the animal with the electrode in
the rhinencephalic nerve, it kept returning to corner A. After
several such returns on the first day, it finally went to a
different place and fell asleep. The next day, however, it
seemed even more interested in corner A.

At this point we assumed that the stimulus must provoke
curiosity; we did not yet think of it as a reward. Further
experimentation on the same animal soon indicated, to our
surprise, that its response to the stimulus was more than
curiosity. On the second day, after the animal had acquired the
habit of returning to corner A to be stimulated, we began trying
to draw it away to corner B, giving it an electric shock
whenever it took a step in that direction. Within a matter of
five minutes the animal was in corner B. After this the animal
could be directed to almost any spot in the box at the will of
the experimenter. Every step in the right direction was paid
with a small shock; on arrival at the appointed place the animal
received a longer series of shocks.

These early experiments found that applying a small electrical
charge to the brain's reward centers provided a very potent
positive-feedback mechanism. Even if an animal was deprived of
food for 24 hours, when confronted with a choice between food
and this particular type of brain stimulation, it would always
select the latter. The researchers also built an apparatus where
an animal could use a lever to trigger the electrical current,
and after it learned how the mechanism worked, the animal would
stimulate its own brain regularly about once very five seconds,
taking a stimulus of a second or so every time.

This research led to a number of experiments where animals large
and small were rewarded with electrode-driven pleasure when they
took the particular actions the researchers were looking for.
This positive-reinforcement conditioning was used to dramatic
effect, allowing animals to become controllable via
human-operated remote.

One of the most striking demonstration was done in 1964 by Dr.
Jose Delgado of Yale University's School of Medicine, when he
caused a bull which was charging towards him to stop in its
tracks and trot away. He had used a hand-held radio transmitter
to energize the pleasure-giving electrodes which had been
implanted into the bull's brain the previous day. Dr. Delgado
was also known to "play" monkeys and cats like electronic toys.

Between 1950 and 1952, another man named Dr. Robert G. Heath
experimentally implanted similar depth electrodes into human
brains, the subjects mostly comprised of mentally ill patients
from state mental hospitals. His experiments were met with
uneasiness from the scientific community at the time, yet he
continued. Upon the discovery of the brain's pleasure centers by
Olds and Milner in '54, he put much of his research focus there.
He found that using ESB in these areas of a human brain had a
similar effect as it did on laboratory animals, bringing the
subjects immediate pleasure.

~From the book: The Three Pound Universe by Judith Hooper:

A woman of indeterminate age lies on a narrow cot, a giant
bandage covering her skull. At the start of the film she seems
locked inside some private vortex of despair. Her face is as
blank as her white hospital gown and her voice is a remote,
tired monotone.

"Sixty pulses," says a disembodied voice. It belongs to the
technician in the next room, who is sending a current to the
electrode inside the woman's head. The patient, inside her
soundproof cubicle, does not hear him.

Suddenly, she smiles. "Why are you smiling?" asks Dr. Heath,
sitting by her bedside.

"I don't know … Are you doing something to me? [Giggles.] I
don't usually sit around and laugh at nothing. I must be
laughing at something." "One hundred forty," says the offscreen
technician.

The patient giggles again, transformed from a stone-faced zombie
into a little girl with a secret joke. "What in the hell are you
doing?" she asks. "You must be hitting some goody place."

Along with electrodes, Heath's team would sometimes implant a
tube called a canula which could deliver precise doses of
chemicals directly into the brain. When researchers injected the
neurotransmitter acetylcholine into a patient's septal area,
"vigorous activity" showed up on the EEG, and the patient
usually described intense pleasure, including multiple orgasms
lasting as long as thirty minutes.

In another controversial experiment in 1972, Dr. Heath wired up
a homosexual man's pleasure centers in order to help him "cure"
his homosexuality. During the initial three-hour session,
subject "B-19" stimulated himself some 1,500 times. Dr. Heath
wrote of the experiment, "During these sessions, B-19 stimulated
himself to a point that he was experiencing an almost
overwhelming euphoria and elation, and had to be disconnected,
despite his vigorous protests." Since unnatural methods can
bring about unnatural results, energizing the man's electrodes
as he looked at erotic pictures of women temporarily "cured" him
of his homosexuality, but once the electrodes were removed, he
went back to normal.

Today, medical technology allows such electrodes to be
completely implanted into the human body, including a battery
pack the size of a book of matches. But these are a rarity, used
only in very specific and extreme cases. Not even victims of
intractable neuropathic pain or depression are permitted to have
their pleasure centers wired. Individuals with happiness
deficits are instead treated with drugs, which are both more and
less invasive, depending on how you look at it. Medications
don't involve holes drilled into the skull, but they do act upon
the entire body, causing a host of unwanted chemical
side-effects. Often they also result in a lifelong expense.

Some bioethicists feel that ESB technology should be made
available to everyone, protected by the "pursuit of happiness"
clause in the Declaration of Independence. Are there dangers in
having euphoria just a click away, all the time? Would it be bad
thing to have intense orgasmic pleasure at the push of a button?

It seems clear that the pleasure center of the brain evolved to
guide our actions and to motivate us, by rewarding us when we do
well. This is evidenced by the fact that the primary activity
that living things have evolved to do– to mate and reproduce–
brings more pleasure than any other natural means (of course I'm
referring to the mating part). Therefore, it may be that a
pleasure-giving device would detract from our ambition and good
judgment. Some people also worry that individuals who are raised
without unhappiness and heartache would lack the "character"
that makes us human. There is also the concern that most rewards
decline in value after prolonged exposure, and some claim that
this sort of technology would slowly erode a person's ability to
feel good.

But these are all guesses, there is no way to know for certain
how a human might change in response to such technology. One
could also point out that many people never tire of other
stimulations such as sex or pleasurable foods, and that while
many people will naturally partake of those pleasurable
activities a lot at first, most will gradually moderate the
usage to times when it is most needed or appropriate. But
nothing would stop an ESB-wired person from taking a day off
work, putting a brick on the button, and enjoying an afternoon
of bliss. As an added benefit over sex and chocolate, this
technology isn't likely to result in unwanted pregnancies,
disease, or weight gain.

The idea of putting electrodes into the brain is still too high
on the creepy scale for most people, so there is little chance
of the pleasure-o-matic concept gaining much following in the
near future. But in the coming decades, when technological
improvements on the human body begin to become commonplace, this
sort of idea may just find some footing.

Source: Damn Interesting
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