Paratopia Strikes Back!

Paratopia Green LogoAt the end of last month I was supposed to send out flash drive sticks of the Paratopia archive to throngs of rabid fans. As luck would have it, the master copy coming from Jeff got lost in the mail. He sent another. It arrived. But as luck would have it, the $90 worth of USB sticks I bought from a seller on Ebay, who had a decent rating, were complete garbage. Turns out there’s a little-known thing as a flash drive scam, not to be confused with Greer’s flashlight scam. I became a statistic. And that sucks… sucks like a fox!

–Because now I’ve been forced to buy a pro account on and put The Paratopia Experience there to live. Yes, that’s right, experience. Yes, that’s right, live. For now, instead of a dead archive reanimating its own corpse on a stick delivered to your door, for a mere $30 you get to stream and/or download everything from Mediafire–and I’m not trying to sell that as the better thing, no. The better thing is that I’ve got a ton of space to play with, so I thought instead of a dead archive, why not a living one? Why not update it every now and again with new content for you for free?

And then I thought, Hey! Since there are clearly people willing to shell out $30 for Paratopia–and since after years of nonexistence our Facebook page is still a lively, thriving place for new ideas–Why not extend this offer to listeners: If there’s an episode, a guest, an idea, that you heard on the show and you want to express your views, or your insights, or have questions keeping you up at night, let me know and we’ll record a chat together for the archive. Alternatively, if you’re shy, let me know and I’ll put the word out there to see if we can wrangle others to do a roundtable chat. It would be like a book club, except for a podcast. And instead of just talking to your pals, you can talk to one of the authors (or both, if Jeff’s available).

One of the things that made the podcast unique was our want to hand it over to the audience. I think that proposition might have been too intimidating at the time to all but a few. However, this is more intimate and you won’t be on your own.

Anyway, there’s that. If you’d like to be a part of The Paratopia Cult Experience, simply create a free-and-very-easy account at (I think they ask for just your name and email). Then send me your hard-earned cash and I’ll send you a link.

Get ready for hundreds of hours of the most dynamic “paranormal” talk show journey that ever was. And that’s no exaggeration.

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UPDATE: I wrote to the seller of the faulty USB sticks saying I know it’s past the refund date and I don’t expect one. But these sticks don’t work and since you’re a top-rated seller, I assume you don’t realize you’re selling scam sticks. Here is the reply. Faith in humanity restored….

Seller’s message:
“Truly feel that you have had problems with this set. I have also had problems with some of them at the time to try them before selling. You can return them, no matter what the time is fulfilled. Your money will be refunded in full and the cost of shipping.   I appreciate your benefit of the doubt. Having the category Top Rate Seller, my sales volume, not by accident it’s because we strive to solve problems and sell with Honesty. Now I also have to complain to the people I bought this set of memories. Let me know if you need any help on how much the shipping”




On another note, writing this now and an email to someone just prior is a huge deja vu to the extent that I feel as though I know what happens next in terms of a response from the seller or maybe someone else? … Except the flash of it doesn’t actually make sense. Unless there’s, like, a parallel world where this happened and it went slightly differently in a worse way.

If any of that made sense, you’re ready for Paratopia. lol


Do Aliens Call Themselves Experiencers, Too?

Photo on 3-8-14 at 10.13 PMHey, experiencer. Yeah, I’m talkin’ to you, alien abductee. I’m talking directly to you because I’m done talking through ufology. They don’t care about us, so it’s just you and me now. Let’s talk aliens. Or “aliens.” I suspect they aren’t doctors from another planet. How about you?

Have you ever noticed that they don’t baby-talk us the way we do children and animals? That’s weird, right? I mean it’s just kind of our nature to speak slowly and sweetly to the ones we love with whom we have a relationship of unequal understanding tipped in our favor. But aliens. They aren’t us so there’s no reason to think they’d behave like us… except they talk to us in our own languages and show us visions that apply to our lives and our sustainability on this here Mother Earth. They do relate to us as humans either on a verbal or an emotional level. So, we’re not animals, we’re not children, and they haven’t squashed us like bugs.

It’s as though we’re equals but we don’t know it. They know it; we don’t. Perhaps what’s true in that is we’re equal in the way that it counts to us both–some codependent multidimensional way where what one does affects the other. Maybe we’re not intellectual or emotional equals but we are conjoined twins: like it or not, we all must survive if any of us are going to. Family in a fractal reality; shards of one broken mirror; a stained glass mural. Or perhaps photo negatives is more like it.

Lately I’ve been on a kick about how the deep structure of the experience and syntax (deep structure) of the communication are sensible even if the surrounding events and grammar are not. Something about linguistics has for years struck me as important here but for just as many, I haven’t been able to put my figure on it.

Speaking of for years…. For years I have said that what makes sense to me is that this intelligence subverts our conscious surface self to speak to our unconscious “more-real-me-than-me” self. That means there is a symbolic communication going on that has subliminal effects. This communication is made to look like a real event but is no more real than a play that conveys a deeper shared reality through subtext. Enter George Hansen and Jacques Vallee to remind us that the mitigating personal circumstances surrounding the very fact that a person is experiencing this at all is its own subtext. Quiet, you two! I’m thinkin’ out loud here!


Experiencers say they have great long-term memories. I have a fantastic long-term memory and a terrible short-term. I can’t tell you what I did yesterday but I can recall the time I ran into the kitchen from the living room all excited because “Mister Rogers” said my age on TV — three. (“Daddy! Daddy! He said my age! He said Twee! He said Twee!” And that’s when my dad bent down to my three-year-old face and taught me how to say “three” instead of “twee.” I don’t think he was nearly as excited about this as I was.)


It is a fact that people generally tend to remember the gist of events and conversations but forget the exact details within 10 seconds of having experienced them.


Let’s put this mural together in the form of a question: Is it possible I’ve been wrong all these years about the unimportance of the surface presentation we consciously remember?  Family or not, what if this intelligence hides the deep stuff in the shallows of the presentation? Hey, even family’s got secrets to keep, right? So, if humans tend to remember the gist and forget the details, could they be hiding the important stuff in plain sight because that’s the stuff we’ll forget anyway? And what we don’t forget we commit to our outstanding long term memories. I don’t want to alarm anyone here, but this is too perfect.

What if the message or audio/visual we remember as the important takeaway from the experience… is unimportant? What if it’s a ruse? What if we are misdirected, manipulated into latching onto the wrong piece of the experience by following our natural inclination like a magic act or a con?

I don’t know or even suspect that this is true–not in a nefarious way, at least. But it’s fun to contemplate.

So… experiencers… do you remember the surrounding details of your experiences? What of the surface, shallow aspects that you discarded can you recall?

Is there anything important there, anything we’ve missed?

What If Missing Time Is Supposed To Stay Missing?

Dimensions book coverAccording to a report in The Houston Post of April 22, 1897, one Mr. John M. Barclay had an extensive interaction with a man from an airship who didn’t give his name. “Never mind about my name, call it Smith,” he said. Mr. Barclay asked him where he was from and where he was going. Smith replied, “From anywhere, but we will be in Greece day after tomorrow.”

God I love that. It’s a bit out of Jacques Vallee’s more-relevant-than-ever Dimensions. More relevant now because it was so ahead of its time when it came out that many ignored it and few of those who didn’t knew what to make of it. Now that quantum physics has hit the mainstream and the popular culture is prying itself off of Newtonian physics, perhaps some of the ideas contained in the book will make a little more sense to a lot more people.

But that’s not why I quoted the above. I think “Smith” gave a brilliant, truthful answer. Whatever this enigmatic other is, names are irrelevant and so is location. Therefore, so is space-time. In a roundabout way it reminds me of something a disembodied female voice once interrupted a dream to tell me: “I understand hither/thither and in that understanding shall neither be swept away nor carried on the seas of time.” (Into The End readers know what fun I had with that one in the realm of fiction.)

If you need a reminder of what great theater this “alien” enigma truly is, read Dimensions. He has a piece in there about alien abductions, basically saying that if we ignore all of the pitfalls of hypnosis and take the stories given under hypnosis as accurate, we still must see them for their symbolic value, because advanced aliens would not need the crude tools they are said to use, nor would they need to do the surgical procedures they are alleged to perform. These are antiquated by our scientific standards.

Dimensions was first published in 1988. Knowing what we do now about hypnosis and about the (not to be) trusted men who used it, I wonder if he’d even allow for that premise in a 2014 edition. Has anyone ever consciously recalled the alien doctor scenario? If not, we can, as Jeff Ritzmann says, safely attribute it to cultural contamination. And really, when you look at it, the irony is… it’s too logical to fit the scenario.

Go back. Read the accounts of “alien” and “human-from-airship” interactions sans hypnosis. They’re ridiculous. It’s as if the Rorschach test is alive and a few researchers said, “I see a wolf’s head. Everybody? It’s a wolf’s head. Now we’re going to put you under hypnosis and you’re going to tell us about that wolf’s head.” Meanwhile, in reality, it’s an inkblot that can look like a wolf’s head if that’x how your brain makes sense of it.

This gets me to a point about missing time. Missing time is the thing we fill in with hypnosis, right? That’s the whole reason for the hypnosis debacle in the first place: you have a weird experience and there’s a chunk of time missing and you want to know what happened. But if the consciously-remembered events surrounding this missing time are seemingly illogical, should you recall a logical space doctor interaction during the “missing” part? Nothing in past interactions suggests this.

Perhaps Jacques was wrong about the content of missing time being symbolically relevant but right about missing time in general. Perhaps it is symbolically relevant in and of itself. Maybe nothing happens during missing time. Maybe it’s there, like everything else in high strangeness, to keep the person’s focus on it. It can be another way to make the enigma undeniably real to the experiencer.

Or maybe it runs deeper than that. Maybe it’s a message waiting to be decoded, much like that of our friend “Smith.”

What’s missing? Not just time, space-time. Not just any space-time, a person’s or a group’s personal space-time. What’s missing? The person. The observer. You’re there, not there, and then there again. Do you wink out of existence and then back? Just like the very UFO you were witnessing?

We talk about these futuristic craft sometimes winking in and out of existence and how far in advance of our technology they must be and yet running parallel to that is the fact of us sometimes winking in and out of existence during the same experience. To my knowledge, no one has ever picked up on that. It’s easy to understand why–it is far too tempting to ignore the symbolism and say that aliens are using technology to wink the experiencer in and out of existence like they do their craft. Problem is, we don’t know those are aliens, we don’t know those are craft, we don’t know if the alleged craft is even piloted, and if you were to ask a supposed alien pilot, you’d just as likely be offered a pancake as you would be asked, “What’s existence?” It’s only through hypnosis that you’d have a prayer of being given a logical (or at least straightforward) answer by busy doctors.


Ironically, what’s missing in missing time is missing time. We keep filling it with answers from ourselves. And maybe we are supposed to turn inward and ask ourselves about it. Just ask, not answer. Wait for the answer to come or for the next clue to unfold. And as I wrote that, something fell off a shelf in the next room. I hadn’t planned on ending it here.

And so it goes.

Abruptly into the night.

POST SCRIPT: As poetic an ending as that is, I realize I do need to make the point. Thankfully, I wrote it succinctly on Facebook and can lazily paste it here….

As I was going to get to before I was so rudely interrupted by a crash, maybe it’s a clue that there is no technology here, or if there is it’s one that runs on holistic consciousness (for lack of a better term.) The self “disappears.”

Like the other is saying, “You don’t get it. This isn’t advanced science. You can do this, too. This is how things are.” But we miss the meaning by looking at it the wrong way–as a hole to be filled with memory.