Insurrection: The Why, The What’s Next, The What To Do About It

Aloha, Gang:

I’ve been toying with the idea of doing a political video or mini series to flesh out how we got to where we are. But Jared Yates Sexton beat me to it. And he did it much more succinctly, historically-leaning, and perfectly in scope than I ever would have. So, if you want to know the ins and outs of the fascist uprising we’ve been witnesses to, here it all is. And also, what to do about it.

It’s fascinating. it’s informative. Please do give it a watch.

2021 Is Packed. Let’s Unpack It.

Happy New Year!

But time doesn’t exist.

Except it does.


Happy New Year!

Say, what is new for this new year, anyway? Glad you asked–and just like that. Here’s what we’ve got percolating in the lab….

Less Para, More Normal

I will be fading out of the ufological scene. I used to think it was fulla garden-variety nuts. Now I know they’re poisoned nuts. I don’t want to swim in the poisoned pool anymore. That’s one reason.

Another is, I think that given my experiences and where my thinking has been leading me about them, I’m actually running a parallel track. I mean, I don’t think there are enough people who can actually hear what I’m saying about abductions/the paranormal to make me a useful voice in this anymore. I’m more interested in the really, really big picture, not eternally explaining and arguing against nuts and bolts, sounding like a broken record about hypnosis, and forcing topics and ideas on my audience who, by and large, don’t want to hear them.

I know the reality of all this unreality doesn’t lie in the fetishized shallow end of the human kiddie pool and I can’t fake it anymore. It’s time for me to towel off and bathe in the sun. I think I lost the thread of this metaphor, but the point is, the closed cases are closed. Too many people are toxic or embrace toxicity here. Come with me if you want to live.

Thirdly? In their present incarnations, ufology and paranormal subjects are simply unimportant to me anymore and we have zero time left on this planet to dillydally.

That said, I am going to be spending as much of my online life as possible serving I will be fleshing out any overlap between paranormal/ufological stuff and the Spirit stuff there. This is the place I feel most free to speak from heart. By that I mean, I don’t even care if anyone is reading or watching or listening. This is what wants to come out of me when I’m not fighting it back to be the everyday asshole people relate to. This is where I am, in a word, natural.

Social Media

Season 6 of Our Undoing Radio should hit the airwaves at the end of this month. I’ll flesh out why in an episode there, but I’m thinking about quitting Facebook and Twitter as anything other than a means to advertise. OurUndoing already has a free and paid presence. I’m still not sure if I want to make it all free and forgo the memberships moving forward, but if I quit social media I will definitely open up the message boards for free and we can talk there.

Living Mystery Symposium

My wife and I and a few others are working out the details, but we will be doing another Living Mystery Symposium this year. It will be online. It will be inexpensive. It will feature only quality speakers, each speaking to topics that will be parts of a larger story. What will that story be and who will be telling it? That’s what we’re working out. We’re trying to nail down what we believe is the most important–most useful–meta topic we can think of as we move forward into the unknown with our broken political systems, unstable people, unstable atmosphere, and transforming Earth.

Like, what’s important at the end of time? Not just entertaining and not just informative–What’s transformational and necessary?

No biggie.

I Am To Tell You This….

Lastly, even though I want out of ufology/paranormal world as a white marble on the Hungry, Hungry Hippos board, I’ll still be speaking about my book. In fact, I’ll be taping an episode of Where Did The Road Go? later this week.

I’d also like to do some live book readings of I Am To Tell You This And I Am To Tell You It Is Fiction with you all via Zoom really soon. Like, February soon. So, if you have not read it, we both know you got Amazon gift cards for Christmas. Use that last eighteen bucks on a hilarious, mind-blowing book, why dontcha, and then meet me in the Zoom chat with questions.

Lastly, John Randall’s and my children’s book, The Story of Toe…. I have decided to do a video reading of it for children on Youtube. I will use it as a leaping off point for a new section of for adults.

All right. Lot’s there. Packed year. All that and I’ve still got ducks to feed and gardens to plant. If you have any questions or comments–suggestions/ideas–please feel free to drop a comment.

Hybrids Aren’t Real: The Evidence We Missed

Whelp, it looks like my extortion worked. Enough of you bought books. I was kinda hoping you’d fall short so I could do a long essay leading up to the big reveal that I cannot make the big reveal as you didn’t do your part. But you did. Here’s your reward….

Alright. You’ve likely heard the arguments that alien-human hybrids aren’t real, but let’s go over them anyway. It’ll help pad this thing out. Really, there’s no other reason.

The Arguments You May Know

1.) We’re All Nuts

Writing a sentence that starts with, “You’ve likely heard the arguments that alien-human hybrids aren’t real….” already implies that you and I are delusional or insane because this topic is stupid and not to be taken seriously. I wish this were true, then I could stop writing.

Since my argument that hybrids aren’t real is in service to revealing what is real about the abduction topic, the people who stick with the “You’re all crazy” argument mean me, too. This one’s a shortsighted non-argument for me. Still, there are people–oh, there are people–who will argue it, thus ending their inquiry. For the rest of us saps, let’s move on….

2.) Our Human Science Is Already Beyond This

Ah. Now we have a fair argument. It’s an interesting one because when hybrids were all the rage in the mid-eighties and nineties, it still seemed futuristic to imagine space orphanages full of gene-spliced humaliens. Alas, we’ve now evolved our own technology to the extent that this seems quaint by our standards in our 2020 hindsight. Pun intended. You’re welcome.

3.) Hybrids Come From Hypnosis

I believe this to be true and it likely explains the 2nd argument. I know of not one case where alien-human hybrids were introduced to abductees that didn’t stem from hypnotic recall. And hypnotic recall, you’ll recall, is not to be trusted. Say it with me, people: hypnosis is a tool of mesmerism used to alter behavior and create false memories, not retrieve real memories. Although some real memory may come up, so, too, does imagination masquerading as memory. This has been demonstrated in study after study.

What are hybrids in this context? Well, we know that Deb Kauble told Budd Hopkins about a dream she had involving a little girl, after she lost her pregnancy in real life. Budd told her, and then the world, that this dream was not a dream but a real encounter (or a flashback to one, I forget.) This is how the “missing pregnancy” ufological meme was born. A lot of people get angry when I say that. But what else can I say here?

From missing pregnancies we get hybrids. Here we turn to Budd’s bestie, David Jacobs, who took the hybrid ball and ran with it. If you’ve ever heard the recordings of his hypnosis sessions you know that he cross-pollinated his subjects with the same hybrid horror story before, during, and after hypnosis. Whether by purpose or by accident, Jacobs became the center of a story he was telling through a cluster of people via hypnosis. That’s putting it charitably.

4.) Hybrids Are Folklore

Alien-human hybrids are not much different than god-human hybrids like Hercules and Jesus and Helen of Troy. Not much different than stories we find of the wee people in faery folklore. The higher being/human breeding program is strong in our mythology. Some modern day folks assume that ye olde hybrid tales were really alien encounters being interpreted by unsophisticated morons who wouldn’t understand if the alien said they came from the stars. This, despite the unsophisticated rubes of yesteryear having built entire cultures and priesthoods around cosmology, as well as hyper-accurate structures on the ground reflecting events and alignments in the sky.

Yeah, something tells me an alien landing and saying, “I come from the sky” wouldn’t be as big a culture shock for them as it would for us. Who is the unsophisticated rube again?

What is interesting here is the question of why stories that come out of hypnosis reflect our folklore and mythology. Perhaps this is where Carl Jung steps in and tells us that the same archetypal stories are so engrained in us, we cannot help but repeat them when we go inside to pull something unknown out–in this case, “missing” memory. Maybe this is what happens when the story-telling is only partially a conscious act and is a group effort.


Those are the known arguments, the ones I’ve heard anyway. Although, to be frank, I haven’t heard them put quite as eloquently and enticingly as that, so really good job me. (Thanks, also me.) Now, onto the one argument I have not heard–the one that is so duh, it really nails it shut. Doesn’t keep it shut because the undead don’t die, and in ufology we mainly deal in reanimating corpses. Original thought is glanced past; getting anywhere is frowned upon. Such is the power of a belief system we don’t even acknowledge is a belief system.

5.) All of These Different Aliens Are Working With Each Other. Why Aren’t They Mating With Each Other, Too?

I know, right? DUH! How did we miss this one all these years? The assumption is that there are aliens stealing our genetic material to create hybrids because their planet became unviable, so they have to live here. Or their bodies are unviable, so they need a human upgrade. Usually some permutation of this theme is given as the reason.

Buuuuuut, when we say “aliens,” who are we talking about? Reptilians, Grays, and Blond Nordics. There are others, but those are the big three, right?


Why aren’t they trading their own genetic material with each other?

Why aren’t they sharing their planets with each other?

They work with each other, right? Do they have a strict no co-mingling at office parties policy or something? If so, it’s really getting in the way of their mission. I mean really getting in the way.

And Nordic Blondes are us at our European sexiest–take their genetic materials. They’re right there on your ship thanks to the Galactic Federation of Light, or whatever. I mean, seriously? They’re all working together but they need to come here and steal from us? They need to transform into us to live here as we look to transform into computers and Martians because we’ve destroyed here? What?

Yeah. So there’s that. If you still want to believe in alien-human hybrids, good luck making your way past number five. You can’t unsee it; it’s right there: Groups of aliens so technologically advanced that they traverse space, like humans driving to the grocery store, are cooperating to take our genetic stock, using antiquated medical tech (they have some catching up with us to do on that front; no science is perfect), instead of staying home and helping each other out. Or–hey!–they could swoop down and learn from our geneticists how to do hybridization more efficiently, so they don’t have to keep barging into our bedrooms at night. They could just kinda one-and-done it if their technology wasn’t shit.

Oh, well. Someday they’ll figure it out. I have faith.

Meanwhile, this is longer and way better than what I expected to write. Thanks for buying my books and listening to my podcasts. Our Undoing Radio returns in January. Ho-ho-ho, y’all.

See you next year!