Alien Is Not Sacred.

From the depths of 2014….

The irony of materialists is that they most believe in what’s in their own heads to the extent that there is nothing sacred in nature. If it’s man-made, swell, that’s sacred. This is why they wouldn’t put an observatory on Mount Rushmore but they’d have no problem turning Mauna Kea into an astronomy theme park.

So what do Hawaiians do? They turn to Japanese funders and appeal to their sense of the sacred by comparing Mauna Kea to Mount Fuji. Even wealthy Japanese capitalists understand that connection. Not enough to turn away from their truly sacred object, money, but enough to maybe feel guilt for five seconds before going all-in on the desecration of sacred Mauna Kea.

And so it was going to be, the beginning of an essay on the nature of the sacred, nature as the sacred, and the racism of materialists who believe that all cultures, like everything else human, are products of neurons firing away in the brain. Since they’re smart enough to have figured that out, theirs is the only one that matters.

Buuuut, as with so many other half-assed essays on this blog, I never got around to it. So that’s all I’ve got–the kernel of a thing. Which is fine because I went on to do an entire season of Our Undoing Radio episodes about the sacred, including a Hawaiian perspective and Mauna Kea. Not so lazy after all, I guess.

It’s weird how some things I wanna write out and some talk out. Get them out in either case, sure, but why the why, if you catch my drift?

Do any of you get that way? Do you know why?

For me, I know it’s not the scope of the issue. If it’s too complex I actually tend to want to write it out to make sure it’s precise. Hence, I Am To Tell You This And I Am To Tell You It Is Fiction is a book and not a podcast miniseries. Of course now that I’m done writing it, speeches about it are writing themselves in my head with nowhere to go. So, if you’re a podcaster/radio show host reading this, please consider me for a guest. If you are not one but have a favorite show you’d like to hear me on, recommend me to them or them to me so that I may contact them. I haven’t paid any attention to paranormal podcasting in years and have no idea what’s out there anymore. I know there are a ton of shows, but I don’t know if they suck or not.

Between and this book, perhaps I should be extending into “spiritual” or “mysticism” podcasts. There again, I know nothing of them, and when I look I see a bunch of bible-thumping Christian podcasts. When did “spiritual” become equated with “Christianity” in podcasting/radio?

On a positive note, I no longer feel like an author without an audience. Sales have been great, frankly, especially given my complete lack of presence anywhere outside of one Dreamland interview and my other podcast, The Experience. And especially especially because when I look at the charts of popular UFO-related lit on Amazon, it is by and large filthy hot garbage. So, either my book is filthy hot garbage, too, or there is a real hunger for better.

I’m willing to take my chances and believe this book is better. At least deeper. I mean deeper as a whole, not just my takes on the individual talking points. I say this because I’m seeing reviews and receiving personal feedback from readers who say that the book sticks with them, they have read it multiple times already, and/or it has changed them. It’s a book that washes over you, I think, as opposed to something you read and go, “That’s nice,” and tuck away forever, except to tell people, “Oh, I read that, too. I liked it.”

This isn’t a book you like. You don’t have a small shrug of a feeling about it. If you get it, it takes you. It does for you what your interest in paranormal/alien/occult/mystical topics used to do in the first place: It shows you there is more to reality than you know and that this more is also deeply you. You, who have read all these books to the point of being dulled by them. It makes you feel that inspiration again.

Yes, it powers down the robot in you who forgot what it was like to imagine BIG for the first time. It takes you out of the box you thought you were out of when you assumed others didn’t think outside the box like you. It calls foul on all materialists everywhere and shows you where else the sacred lives. The sacred calling to you right now.

Also? It’s fuckin’ funny. Buy it. Read it. And get me on the damned radio already, for Christ’s sake.

So, My Interview For Dreamland Took A Turn

Next time you think the world is coming to an end or is so out of control with corruption that it can’t possibly have anything to do with you, ask yourself why bottled water exists.

Those of you who have been following the blog of late know that I’ve been having some fun cleaning out my old drafts and writing tidbits that didn’t make it into my new book. The above quote is me cleaning out old drafts and was going to be the whole of this post. But, I just wrapped an interview with Whitley Strieber for his show, Dreamland, which will air November 27th. It took an unexpected turn for me when he described where I live in Hawaii, painting a picture of a dangerous, beautiful place at the edge of the country and the end of the world. This is accurate, no question. It brought to mind another truth about the place that overlays the entirety of this island chain, which is that it is the heart of Aloha spirit. 

Looooong before I arrived, believe it or not, other people lived here. They are called “Hawaiians.” They, like me, originally moved here by choice. And they carry with them the Aloha spirit, which is another way of saying an open heart, a love for life, and a real care for the land and the sea born of relationship, not a savior complex. 

This place is Heaven; this place is Death. What is it about this drastic place of stark contrasts that attracts such Love?

The Isle of Hawaii is a series of active volcanoes. It is the creator of life and the killer of life. It is the creator of customs and culture and ways, and the destroyer of same. You cannot live here for long without that impenetrable sense of love and caring, which informs how you understand this direct, perpetual lesson in impermanence.

And Love is you, anyway, so why not embrace it? As I said on the show, though it may not feel like it, Love transcends and includes all–including you, the person blocking out Love to find it. You are it. And you don’t have to be this seeking illusion anymore.

It’s probably easier to put off understanding yourself as you truly are when you feel like you’ve got time for that in the future. When you live on a volcano? … Not so much. In fact, to truly live here and understand what living means, it helps when you arrive leading with that Love, not seeking it. This is the difference between a people who calmly clean their homes, open their doors, and invite Pele’s lava in, knowing that it will take their homes in a burst of flame, and people who scream and flail and have a mental breakdown because their home owner’s insurance won’t cover this.

How do you weigh these two minds?


“Who are you in this moment?” That is the context of my podcast, The Experience, moving forward, no matter what the theme of each episode is. We all are at the end of the world and the edge of our country. The country is broken–the system, yes, and about half the people, too. And while Mamma Earth with be just fine, our time here, as we are, is up. The environment is altering us-as-we-are out of existence. The craziness you see around you is what happens when people try to remain as they are while Earth demands different.

It’s funny. Whitley asked me why I am here. Like, what am I doing here? It’s a tough question for me because I talk about all sorts of “crazy” experiences I’ve had and the “crazy,” likely permanent, state of my existence that seems to have nothing to do with Love. And then I end on Love. It seems to make no sense, which you’d expect from crazy.

Sane/crazy, sense/nonsense–Love transcends and includes it all. What else is there to talk about when we cannot get that fundamental right? Where else can we end up when that fundamental is us?

I, for one,  will not ruin Love just to declare, I exist and this is who I am and why I am here.

Because I exist. And this is who I am. 

It’s why I’m here.

I see what I did there, too!