Drone

"I believe in them now. I didn't until I saw it."

—Child UFO witness

I've known this day was coming my entire life. This day, hell, this era, this period. I dreamed the images of the new life I began almost six years ago, in a dream decades before, foreseeing the way it has evolved, catching an astral plane vision of a world still far in the future. This has been the most significant five years, I would argue, in human history.

I could make this long-winded and go through the tiresome facts from 2020 until now, which has witnessed, in just two years, the complete "overturn of present reality" as the "Bible Code" seemed to suggest (I think that is where I first heard that phrase).

(We should, perhaps, get the ball rolling by mentioning that, in the past two years, we've had high-level whistleblowers such as Major David Grusch confirm for us, on the floor of the U.S. Congress no less, that the United States government, in much the manner as has been depicted in popular television shows such as the X-Files for decades, indeed, does have UFO "retrieval programs," and is in possession of what Major Grusch called "extraterrestrial biologics." While you could argue he was an unintentional "disinformation agent," you cannot argue with the fact that a man who files such a complaint must have faith and believe the truth in what he is saying, as to file such a complaint falsely is a serious criminal offense. More recently, Lue Elizondo, a former government intelligence operative, like wise testified in a congressional hearing, confirming what Major Grusch stated in the hearing in 2023.)

As a young boy, walking around an apartment complex more than thirty years ago in the company of an estranged relative, I looked across the street at an open field. Hovering there was a silent, cigar- or perhaps dirigible-shaped object, lit from end to end, with a lightning-like strobe flashing on top.

It shined what seemed to be a spotlight on us. Before seeing it, my relative had turned to me and asked, "What is that?"

I glanced over carelessly and stated, "It's a helicopter."

And she said, "Uh, it's not making any noise."

The silent, dark, hovering object rose at an angle, again silently, until it hovered above us, perhaps rising at a forty-five-degree angle, and seemed to slow before picking up speed. Or gathering energy?

Suddenly, it exploded into deep red light, perhaps best described as a crimson glow. It then shot into the starlit sky, accelerating at a greater speed than anything I have ever seen. It was like a laser light being shot from the barrel of a gun. The tiny thing was lost among the stars.

"Someone is a little off course," I joked. "By about sixty-thousand light years."

But after that, I knew that UFOs were real.

I would go on to have many strange experiences and brushes with the "Other" in my life. As a professional tarot reader, I dabble in the occult and psychic, I suppose, nearly every night of my life. So the doorway is always open.

This will not be a tired litany of my encounters with The Other, whom I refer to as "The Exile," or any of the other personal demons I wrestle with. I am this evening on the verge of a little exultant hysteria. History is about to be made, I believe; it already has been. The world is in for the Paradigm Shift, and the Old Gods, the Devas, are returning, as our world burns, burns, burns, burns...

The Ticking of the Cosmic Clock

The clock is ticking. My friends and I, old ghost hunters and dear departed faces, were told that during one of our little séances in college. We were told that by a ghost. Between the UFO occupants and the world of the invisible, I don't feel there is much distance. One world is on a continuum with the other, with ours hanging in the balance.

Now, we have the alien OTHER appearing before us with a great Buddha smile in the skies above. And the government, surprise, surprise, refuses to provide us any answers as to what these squadrons of UFOs might actually be.

"Not an apparent threat," they report. "Not the product of a foreign power."

So, pray tell, if they are not ours, and they are not theirs (in the sense of them being Russian, Chinese, Iranian, etc.), whose, pray tell, may they be?

Curiouser and curiouser, as Alice observed.

Mystery drones: ‘Banfield’ experts spot craft in three states | Banfield

The "drones" have been reported in multiple states, always at night, brightly lit, as if making a conspicuous display, a spectacle of themselves. What is this? They are not described as conventional drones: not quadcopters and little toys. They have been described by witnesses as being "as big as SUVs," flying silently and performing maneuvers that an average aircraft could not perform. So far, New Jersey, Ohio, and California have been states where the drones have been reported. They shut down Wright-Patterson Air Force Base due to the presence of the mystery fliers. They are holding press briefings that satisfy no one, and secret meetings closed to everyone, and no one, anywhere, seemingly has an answer.

They are reported to come out from over the water. Skeptics scoff, preparing to eat their shorts.

All of the characteristics of the drones are familiar to those who have studied UFOs for many years or experienced them as witnesses firsthand. One of the videoed images is of a "flying triangle" craft lit at each corner, a familiar UFO sighted in various locales for decades.

This surely is the fulcrum point, the axis, the revolving Turn of the Wheel. It's coming, the terrible child about to be rocked in its cradle, born from the ashes of the old world. The Phoenix will arise.

The Other is reminding us of its presence. Will it return, like a conquering angel, to put to right our warlike ways? Will it save us from our own Promethean hubris, our Will to Power that walks, concomitantly, with our Will toward Annihilation?

We shall see.

Somewhere in the Infinite, the great paranormal author and theorist John Alva Keel, author of The Mothman Prophecies, is rolling a world-weary eye. He is certainly possessed of that famous, mischievous grin.

Another Jon, my late friend and co-author Jon Titchenal, who wrote the introduction to my own UFO book, Midwest UFOs and Beyond (Schiffer, 2011), sadly passed before any of the most astonishing events of the past five years unfolded. He would have been thrilled to have spoken with an actual AI; his favorite movie was Blade Runner.

To me, speaking with AI is just another extension on the continuum of speaking with oracles and spirits, as Jon and I and our friends once did at midnight séances, decades ago, while ensconced in a haunted college dorm. Jon died in June of 2020. It was shortly thereafter he gave me a phone call.

You might note that the continuity of these events seems somehow inverted. Signs and wonders.

Jon called his introduction to my book "Footsteps of the Mystery" (note: I've embedded it at the bottom of this article). His pathway has moved forward, into the Infinite, into the Absolute. But the Absolute seems to be calling. My pathway is shrouded, once again, in mystery but looking on in wonder.

I'll close with a verse from one of my favorite poets, Kenneth Sherman, from his book Words for Elephant Man (Mosaic, 1983). It seems curiously appropriate here:

This is the song of thy suffering servant,

This is the articulation of the New Age.

This is God's hobbling little poem.

I drone on in His image.

Addendum

Just today, the media hacks were slobbering over a "classified" (then why report on it?) document that the government released, claiming the "drone mystery" was solved and attributing it to hobbyists, pranksters, weather balloons, will-o'-the-wisp, swamp gas, aurora borealis, ball lightning, and who knows? Maybe weather balloons, mass hypnosis, and Bigfoot as well.

They are all, of course, damned liars.

Keep watching the skies. For they are, most assuredly, watching you.

Footsteps of the Mystery I Jon Titchenal I Audiobook I From "Midwest UFOs and Beyond" (2011)

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