I saw the advertisement pictured above that somehow remained with me as a illustration of the skeletal framework that lies beneath the veil of consumerism in the search to hang one's hat where there are no longer any coat racks that can stand up under their own weight as former beliefs that were foundational to a series of ideals, an idealism turned sour as it was imagined as a visionary nightmare by a William S Burroughs or the late Phillip K Dick. Or subsiquently as Mac Tonnies so elegantly fingered it .... as a "Post Human Blues"
Is this International Congress more of an effect than a cause? Is this an expression of a perverse idealism based on the society which created it?
The fingerprints of scientific materialism are all over this brand of what could best be described as a cargo cult of the American Dream.
Of course none of this has anything to do with the potential nature of the phenomenon itself and yet to this writer that is what makes it interesting with the additional impetus to write this being is that the cultural social movement that UAP\ UFO has inadvertently created is seldom commented upon.
As time progressed I realized that the social aspect of the phenomenon has very little to do with determining the nature of this anomaly and it simply reflects the society / cultural aspects of an unnamed shared anxiety..rightly or wrongly that frames it according to it's own history, past and present.
Let me explain..lets open up a portrait more illuminating to me than any minutia that any archivist can attribute to any sighting and endlessly debate without effect. More of a human condition than an extraterrestrial existentialism. More globally seen as an influenza lurking beneath all the protracted and abstracted theories any of us could muster on our best day to bedazzle ourselves to distract ourselves, to distance ourselves..but from what?
Call it the new materialism, a sort of visionary mirror of the technological windshield we find ourselves perched as a mascot for anxiety roaring along at a breakneck speed admid blind curves and reactionary fundamentalists of every stripe.
Hand me the scalpel as I am about to dissect a corpse with pretense which has some resemblance that is lodged between Thomas Jefferson and Santa Claus that had crashed like a software error in a unidentified objectification that is also a projection of our own world. Something you won't witness at The 22nd Annual UFO Congress or for that matter, on cable television.
Seeking a new and improved materialism that will deliver us one way or another for what seemed like a fixed path of unpredictability akin to the survivalists death wish that expresses that the suspense is killing them. Either shoot me or save me as a didactic reaction to controlled chaos. Physicists pronouncing that we should hide under the brush and keep a low profile because the "other"might be us. in terms of sending signals off into the jungle, a sort of primeval instinct is at play among a dazzling array of technological magic tricks. Why?
The pared down question in this flurry of a miasma is one very basic question.
What will become of us? Or......What have we become?
In the open territory of youth it’s easy to imagine that you are not like everyone else and as you stubbornly stand like a rock in the midst of a torrent, the easy presumptions of innocence get worn away and through erosion ,the rough edges get smoothed over and one day you wake up and you realise that you have more in common with your suburban neighbors than you care to admit.
For a generation weaned on Marvel Comics, and The Blob from Outer Space, the idea or even the remote possibility that extraterrestrials have visited the earth seems as naive as the spiritual theologies that stood rigid against change, while the popular media and anyone wanting to make a paltry dollar from this social movement remains running on autopilot. Why is this so? Simply because nothing has come along to replace it as a technological religion buried in a social movement.
The grey aliens who paralyse their victims and intone “do as I say”, who have no eyes to look into, who steal the very nature from our bodies by way of abductees is a Jungian prescription for something that has gone terribly wrong in society represented in the images of colorless. clones who express empathy while their behavior reveals them to be sociopaths. Walk through this house of mirrors and you witness something that has been buried and yet takes an end run to appear as the "other" who are none other than what we most fear we as an aggregate sum have or will become.