Paratopia Unmoored

It is 2021 and all the world is speaking about UAP in the same terminology and context as Ted Roe and NARCAP did on this show a decade ago. What changed? And why isn’t NARCAP ever mentioned in the mainstream media? 

These are the questions I had for Ted. He gave the answers. And then he burned the proverbial house to the ground in this information-rich and somewhat heartbreaking episode. 

Yup, that’s the description for tomorrow’s Paratopia Unmoored. What’s that, you ask? It’s the name of any further Paratopia episodes from here on out. Normally I will be releasing them on a Sunday so as not to break up the flow of the Paratopia rereleases. However, as I explain at the top of the program, this one was too controversial, or maybe newsworthy in ufological circles–something in there–to pull focus from the next episode of Paratopia. It features the first appearance of Dr. Dennis McKenna, which was a pivotal moment for Jeff and me. So, that episode will air next Friday and this Friday is the return of Ted Roe. And oh, what a return it is!

No spoilers. Tune in. Tell a friend. Some of our idols are about to get name-checked off the list of sacred cows.

Somewhere out there, Jeff Ritzmann is shouting, “Ah-ha! Yeeeees!”

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Ufology’s Dirtiest Secret

Ufology. The study of unknown flying objects and surrounding phenomena.

Ufology. We demand the truth from our government/military/corporate complex.

Ufology. If you don’t think there are aliens flying through our airspace then you’re asleep.

Ufology. We will drag science into this kicking and screaming if we have to.

Ufology. We are dedicated to this cause because we know this is real and the most important discovery in mankind’s history.

Ufology. If you study this stuff, you are one of the elite. Welcome out of the matrix.

Ufology. Those are all the talking points we believed in decades ago. Now it’s just a business and a way to forge a social life.

Wait, what?

Yep, that’s the big secret behind Area 51, the face on Mars, The X-Files, and Giorgio Tsoukalos’s hair. That’s the reason that, with so little opposition, the Disclosure Movement has been able to pioneer new ways of promoting charlatans year after year as they inch closer and closer to… not disclosure. That’s the reason Kim Carlsberg can claim she’s the grandmother of a cosmic Brady Bunch. That’s the reason David Jacobs is invited to speak at conferences when perhaps we would all be best served if he spoke in front of a jury.

And that’s the reason crap like this proliferates:

That’s Michael Salla speaking. His wife and he used to charge rather large sums of money to bring unsuspecting New Age tourists out to where dolphins tend to sleep and play in Kona, Hawaii, telling them that they were psychically calling them in. Turns out they were calling them in the same way fellow disclosure advocate Steven Greer calls in UFOs with flashlights and laser pointers. Sometimes these UFOs would shape shift into airplanes and helicopters when light was applied to their mighty morphing hulls. I think he should sue for gimmick infringement.  In any event, Ted Roe called out  the Family Salla on their Aquaman-like powers and now they’ve been shamed. Humiliated. Disgraced. And asked to appear on Coast as an authority on this NASA footage, apparently. (Or at least he has. I don’t know what his wife’s been up to lately.)

What does this guy have to do to get kicked out of the club, promote a photo of just some dude as an alien giant?

Lead Me To Your Taker.

Some aliens have big eyes. Others, big car keys.

Nope. That didn’t work either. Salla stays. But Salla’s no expert. He’s not a video analyst. So you might be inclined to ask NASA what that footage shows.




Salla’s no expert. He’s not a video analyst. So you might be inclined to ask a UFO photo/video analyst what he thinks this represents. Back in the day–way back–way, way back–you might have gotten an honest answer. But nowadays what you usually get is someone who knows full well what he’s looking at but will treat it as a mystery so that he can make the rounds of media appearances as he diligently analyses the footage. By the end of it he’s likely to admit it’s just a part of the space station; or, stepping outside this specific example, a photoshopped element, a bird, a star, a stop light, whatever. He’ll admit that only after he’s exhausted his means of speaking about it as a mysterious object that requires further scrutiny. And the irony is, when he does out what he already knows, that will further cement him as a credible analyst.

The above was told to me by Jeff Ritzmann, who is a respected analyst in ufology (and, yes, one of the good ones.) It shocked and, I imagine, depressed him when he saw this in action. And now it will shock and depress you, too, when you see it in action. Please, do look for it.

Salla’s problem is that he only gets the first part right: he brings nonsense to the table for dissection. But he never follows up with an, “Oops. No. Upon further analysis, it turns out that really is just a normal guy standing in front of a baby tree.” Or, “I called NASA. Turns out that’s actually part of the space station and I don’t know what the fuck I’m talking about. My bad.” If he did that then there would be no need to start off his lectures as he does with audience breathing exercises. We’d already be hypnotized to his bullshit because we’d think he’s credible.

But we can’t blame guys like Salla, not fully. They’re just making a living doing what they know. Nothing. And we can’t blame media outlets like Coast To Coast because they’ve got a show to fill daily. They’re an entertainment outlet that sometimes gets it right but more often than not gets it wrong. Again, what choice do they have when they have to fill time every single day?

No, the real culprits behind the poor state of ufology are you and me. The audience. We simply don’t demand better. Oh, okay, and Jacobs, too. And the analysts who you may not have known were biting their tongues until the media die down until I just pointed it out here, or you heard Jeff speak about it. Fine–okay–it doesn’t help that Coast pretends to be more than entertainment to lure you in. And yeah–maybe when the mainstream media covers bunk like the citizen’s hearing on disclosure it’s easy to overlook the fact that it’s contrived nonsense.

But… but…. Crap, I just realized something. Ufology’s dirtiest secret of all… is everything.

The only place these phenomena have ever hidden is in plain sight. We leech onto answers that we know are incorrect by the way they make us (or our institutions, which are also us) neurotic, dysfunctional messes. Lies do that to people. The healthy response is to see it and move away from it, not embrace it.

Until we do that, we are the coverup.

Greetings and Hallucinations

kahaluu picnic areaSnorkeling. Me. Yesterday. Out in the depths beyond the tourists and the reef holding them and the fish in. I saw a moray eel, finally. I’d been wanting to see one for a few weeks after I heard some people talking about spotting one. I saw a couple of types of fish I hadn’t before out there in the blue floating in schools above scattered monolithic boulders. You’d swear there was a city out there swallowed by Pele and time.

But I also saw the usual scenery and heard the usual, too. Part of what I normally hear alone in the water is voices. Human voices. Scattered bits of conversation. Edgar Mitchell talks about this type of thing in the deep of space so perhaps it’s related to sensory deprivation or an inner journey that spills out when the outer one is a blank canvass. Or perhaps I am hearing conversations of tourists rippling through tide and reef. I don’t know but I’m satisfied with a mundane answer and suspect that there is one. What I find curious, however, is that I emailed free dive instructor Ted Roe that evening to ask him his thoughts and the next morning  I had the most baffling audio hallucination I’ve ever heard of sans ‘shrooms!

It’s about 5:00AM. Yes, followers of this blog, that pattern continues. I didn’t check the time but my favorite two roosters were working together to alert the ‘hood about the rising sun. Shout the new position or all is lost! 

I made the error of leaving my window open. Naturally Big Red and Sir Cockington took that as their cue to Rrr-r-rrr-r-rrrrrrr! directly into my ear. Picture two of the Three Tenors belting a high A-flat in your face at five in the morning and you get what’s going on here: torture.  Torture enough to create that perfect chemical stew of dream brain, DMT, and probably the energy that moves me around, within being awake.

I  recall a smattering of nifty visuals flittering through my mind’s eye as I struggled to remain asleep. Patterns and things. At one fleeting point seeing through the eyes of another man seated somewhere outdoors. All of this is old hat by now. What was new to me was the sequence of audio hallucinations. They started with an amazing song. The song built itself out of nothing. It sounded like a typical New Age instrumental piece made from a synthesizer and Peter Gabriel leftovers. Naturally, I was staring at a cosmos behind my eyes as this song came. As it got going more and more elements added themselves. In the end, there was a rock guitar lead whaling over it and a male reggae vocalist. This song went on for a while. I should have written the lyrics down but they are lost to me now.

As this is playing I’m lucid enough to pay attention to my physicality. My head feels like it’s swelling with energy and I wonder if this is what it means to have the energy center at the top of your head opened and linked to universal consciousness. Are ya turning on a radio?

I decide to risk breaking the spell by opening my eyes. Now here’s where the holy crap moment comes in…. I open them both a hair and the song shuts off. I close them and it fades back in. I open my right eye and the guitar solo shuts off. Shut my right eye, guitar solo fades back in. Open my left eye, everything but the guitar solo shuts off. Close my left eye, the song fades back in.

Anyone ever heard of this?! What would be the scientific answer to this? What would be the crown chakra answer? What about the shamanic answer? Anyone got an answer or is it just one of those mysteries that lets us know we have not a clue what we are and what this body so many spiritual seekers condemn is capable of?

Shortly thereafter, the song fades out and another builds itself. Then another. Then another. In fact one of them features Sheryl Crow singing. I wish I’d written those lyrics to see if they exist… yet.
I didn’t try the eye trick on any of the other songs but I did notice that the skin on the back of my scalp felt like it was pulling in tight and releasing with each new song introduced.

I also didn’t jump up and write down any lyrics because I wanted to see what this was leading to. As usual, it lead nowhere. It was its own thing I guess and so there is no moral to the story and no ending wrapped in a bow.

Perfect for a blog post.