Full Disclosure?

Or another round of "where's the pea?"

It was intuition and a little spot of chaos magick that drew me to the psychic.

It felt like coming home and how was I to know what lay underneath the smiles, the liberal availability of psychadelics, the shelves arranged with pretty crystals, the library of interesting books?

She lay me down in her “therapy room” and after some minutes with her hands placed over my head she made the most outrageous of statements.

“The aliens have placed an implant in the top of your spine where it meets the neck. It’s an inhibitor.”

I dismissed it as nonsense.

That was more than 6 years ago.

Since then the psychic has become a friend. She is in the habit of seeing people. Seeing the best and the worst of them, and loving them anyway.

I appreciate that about her. It’s a rare quality.

And furthermore I am not convinced that it was nonsense anymore.

So now I’m on a mission. To find out the who the what and the why of it all. Who put it there? What does it actually do? Why did they do it to me?

And perhaps most important of all, how the fuck do I get it out without killing myself?

I don’t wish to be “inhibited”.

It was almost fifteen years ago when I first recall an encounter with non-human intelligence.

That’s not if you include things like “ghosts”, religious archetypes, psychadelic “entities” or animals.

That encounter was quite profound, and I suspect it may have been when this “inhibitor” was inserted.

I went looking for the encounter. I was fixated on the subject of “Disclosure” and an avid consumer of the work of people like Dr John Mack, Timothy Goode, Jenny Randalls, Mike Dash and of course by now the most iconic “disclosure activist” of them all Dr Steven Greer.

I don’t always agree with Dr Greers analysis of the “real”, but I remain convinced that his intentons are wholesome and his approach to diplomacy in an inter-planetary sense is more mature than most.

Since that encounter I have had many other strange experiences of sky phenomena, craft if you will. Sometimes alone, sometimes with others. Sometimes at night, sometimes in the bright light of day.

I’ve witnessed these phenomena appear and disappear in remote locations far from human habitation, and also in busy urban locations surrounded by crowds of strangers.

They seem to always know where I am at any given moment, and they seem to always know exactly what’s going on inside my head at any given moment too.

The subject of “Disclosure” is now gathering mainstream momentum but personally I have given up caring one way or the other about it in any top down official announcement kind of sense. I smply don’t trust any of these fuckers and especially not any US president, and I no longer believe there is actually any such thing in this world as “democracy”, “justice” or “legitimate authority”.

This is a lawless world. You play by your own rules or you get played by someone else’s.

Take your pick.

It’s quite clear to see that the subject of extraterrestrials is one of pernicious manipulation, obfuscation as policy and narrative/mind control as strategy. It is also quite clear to see that the ruling classes of inherited wealth and inherited power that protect themselves through assumed immunity from scrutiny or accountability shall only ever disclose what they want to be seen.

Can you follow the pea? Which cup is it in? Can you keep track of it?

Only if they want you to.

The same is true I suspect of the non-human or extraterrestrial intelligences. I sure don’t believe anymore for one moment that they actually need my help revealing them to the world or convincing anyone of their existence, or lobbying politicians to come clean about what they do or don’t know about them.

If ETs wants you to know they exist then they can let you know they exist. They don’t need my help with it.

Same rule applies to God.

But in this strange time we live in I currently seem to need their help convincing myself of my own existence.

And the layers of meaning and significance that lay underneath the word “disclosure” become more apparent and more painful to me everyday.

After all, we’ve all got secrets right? Our own or someone else’s.

Metaphorical skeletons in metaphorical closets.

Actual bodies buried in actual woods.

That kind of thing.

Sometimes we keep secrets to protect ourselves. Sometimes we do it to protect others.

Its a morally ambiguous area of being human.

I wonder what kind of world it would be, what manner of creatures would populate it, where we all truly had nothing to hide, nothing to fear and nothing about ourselves or others of which we could not become immediately aware at will?

It’s a question that wakes me up each day with anguish and wonder, and lays me down every night with the paradox of hope and despair.

Well. Here we go.

Maintain a sense of humor.

Lean into those you love.

Ready or not it’s time for a big Disclosure!

Or perhaps just another game of “where’s the pea?”

The only real question we have to answer for ourselves is this one;

Who is there out there whom we are we going to feel able to believe?