As you can’t help but know by now, my new book is out over at Amazon, waiting for you to read it. Another season of Our Undoing Radio has come and gone. And ye olde Paratopia keeps coming. I don’t listen to many of them as I put them out but when I do I appreciate them in new ways. Last week’s was the infamous Scott Lilienfeld episode. This is the show wherein we ask an extremely famous doctor in his field all about hypnosis and even pose some questions about the David Jacobs/Emma Woods hypnosis session clip where he tries to convince her that she has multiple personality disorder because aliens are starting to catch on to who he is and what he does, and he wants to throw them off his scent as an abduction researcher by throwing her under the bus. Because… you know… that’s how advanced telepathic aliens work. They only read the subject’s mind and only her hypnosis sessions. Or something.
As I listen to that episode now, I hear something else pretty amazing. I remember how proud Jeff was to have gotten Lilienfeld to do the show. It took some convincing. Ultimately, this convincing was built on the premise that Jeff was sane and honest and could be trusted not to screw this guy over with a lame true believer conversation that would waste his time. So, what I hear now is the best expert we could hope to talk to about hypnosis, memory, and human psychology–a man who, unbeknownst to me, at least, was also a ‘professional” skeptic–being kind of forced to listen to and reconcile with Jeff’s consciously-recalled experiences after Jeff had earned his trust and after both of us had shown we were rational enough to do away with hypnosis and terribly abusive pseudo-research. Think about how rare that is. As in, I don’t think it has happened since. It wasn’t a gotcha interview between two experiencers and a skeptic. it was a human conversation between three people.
There is not a show in existence where the host is willing to be that vulnerable. And it wasn’t premeditated. That’s just who Jeff was. He was like a little kid who couldn’t wait to finally have adult conversations with adults no matter if they ended up burning him or not. Fear of how negatively a person might react never stopped him from having the conversation. And to his great credit, Lilienfeld didn’t burn him. He couldn’t. He knew what we all know: Jeff was telling the truth and was sane.
As I continue to slog on from the periphery of ufology, I sometimes have to remind myself that even my experiences exist. Not that they’re real–I know they are real, whatever “real” means. But I sometimes get so caught up in calling out nonsense and con artists and even trying to teach an audience what it means to have the type of deeply inquisitive mind these subjects demand that I forget, Oh, right. This isn’t all garbage cases and shallow thinking. These phenomena exist. An intelligence reaches out to us, and, as Jeff used to say, “What you give is what you get.” If you want honest and deep you have to give honestly and deeply.
In other news, next month you will be hearing a lot more from me. I’ll be Whitley Strieber’s guest on Dreamland the 3rd week of October, I believe it is. Remember the big announcement I said I was going to make a few posts back? You’ll hear that announcement in the beginning of the interview, so do tune it!
Furthermore, I’m thinking about maaaaaybe doing another new Paratopia special. I have a long story to share and explore with you, I just don’t know where I want to do that yet. I’m leaning toward Paratopia because I also want to share a couple of the “Shroudman” revelations Jeff was told we could talk about publicly but never did. He would tell people one on one but never to an audience. I think it’s time to talk about those.
Furthermost, if you can’t get enough of my glorious voice and want to hear me make it babble for 2 hours, forty-five minutes, you don’t have to wait until October. You can listen to a man named Vuk question-bomb me into submission on the Tracing Owls podcast, which I have hyperlinked for your convenience. At some point in there I say that I am done talking about hypnosis and also my own experiences.
I mean it. I’m done. Sort of.
I will only talk about them in the future if there is something new and relevant to say about hypnosis or, in the case of my experiences, if whomever is interviewing me wants to use them as a springboard for some type of deeper discussion, perhaps to test a theory or make a point. Just rehashing what happened to me is not fruitful anymore. We have to move this conversation on. It’s stale. It’s dying. I either quit or help breathe new life into it. Let’s go with life, since… you know… we’re alive.
Also, because a week after my announcement I will be completely taking over ufology when I… Oh, you’ll just have to listen to Dreamland to find out!
Alright. That’s all I’ve got. ‘Til next time… adieu.