But the Singularitarian elite’s failure to appreciate the nuances of the UFO problem is largely semantic, hindered by the media’s lamentable tendency to equate “UFO” with “extraterrestrial spacecraft.” At least most skeptical ufologists are willing to concede the presence of a genuine unknown, regardless of its origin. To devout critics, the very idea that our planet could be host to some form of nonhuman intelligence reeks of wishful thinking. After all, humans have always attempted to populate the darkness with beings possessed of varying degrees of humanity. And the UFO phenomenon — whatever it is — isn’t easily distanced from its folkloric context.
Which leads to an interesting idea. If we’re indeed interacting with a nonhuman intelligence, could it be deliberately insinuating itself into our cultural fabric, appealing to our basest preconceptions in order to engage us in some long-term dialogue? Given the phenomenon’s enduring physicality and penchant for theater (for example, the airborne acrobatics over Washington, D.C. in 1952 or any number of pilot cases in which objects are seen performing outrageous maneuvers), it’s surely folly to assume we’re the sole participants in our slender portion of the galactic drama.
Elsewhere I’ve entertained the prospect that UFOs might be the product of a postbiological intelligence predating human history. In this scenario, UFOs could be the equivalent of Arthur C. Clarke’s Monolith: both evolutionary catalyst and patient overseer.
As Vallee has argued in books such as “Passport to Magonia” and “Dimensions,” we’re witnessing the latest permutation in a richly historical drama that challenges researchers to re-examine the ETH. Like accounts of gods and “little people” before them, UFOs fulfill a significant psychosocial role. Examined superficially, this alone seems like grounds for debunking sightings of unlikely humanoids and their alleged vehicles. Yet UFOs behave in ways that refute a simple psychological explanation. Decades of multiple-witness encounters, complete with anomalous radar returns and other anomalies, leave little doubt that UFOs are a physical reality.
But why would visiting aliens behave in such a maddeningly elusive manner, eschewing open contact yet persistently presenting themselves in the most bizarre context? Moreover, what do we make of the nagging folkloric parallels documented by Vallee?
While humanoid aliens engaged in a scientific study of our planet might very well inadvertently reveal themselves from time to time, UFO researchers must grapple with the peculiarly theatric flavor that accompanies so many credible sightings. It seems that whatever we’re witnessing is intentionally tricking us, adopting prudent disguises that fit the reigning zeitgeist.
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Time travel to the future is possible and has been experimentally verified millions of times. If an astronaut were to travel near the speed of light, it might take him, say, one minute to reach the nearest stars. Four years would have elapsed on Earth, but for him only one minute would have passed, because time would have slowed down inside the rocket ship. Hence he would have travelled four years into the future, as experienced here on Earth. (Our astronauts actually take a short trip into the future every time they go into outer space. As they travel at 18,000 miles per hour above the Earth, their clocks beat a tiny bit slower than clocks on Earth. The world record for travelling into the future is held by the Russian cosmonaut Sergei Avdeyev, who orbited for 748 days and was hence hurled .02 seconds into the future.) So a time machine that can take us into the future is consistent with Einstein’s special theory of relativity. But what about going backwards in time?
The UFO Cold Case. A pair of private detectives have been hired by an anonymous European group to investigate and search for a UFO witness who has apparently disappeared. The missing witness they’re looking for is the original source for the Capitola aerial UFO drone photos. I must admit this is a fascinating case. The pictures have always looked fake to me, with BoingBoing readers linking the symbols to Star Trek and Japanese fonts, but Linda Moulton Howe’s timeline (Part 1 and Part 2) discusses reports from thirteen eyewitnesses, with multiple stories going all the way back to 1987. If this is a hoax it’s a surprisingly elaborate one.
Whoever this is European group is they can afford to pay $100 an hour for a pair of detectives to search for this drone witness. It’s interesting to think about these two detectives driving around Capitola and the Santa Cruz mountains looking for UFO related telephone poles to track him down, right in my part of town. Hoax or not, I’m curious to see how this plays out.
Men in Black they’re not. To cover his middle-age paunch, Davis prefers windbreakers and blue jeans to the crisp suits of Hollywood’s extraterrestrial sleuths. Dixon is more Man in White. On this day, he’s wearing a Vegas-bright white sweater suitable for the first tee at the golf course — which is where he spends most of this time since retiring from police work seven years ago.
“See how close that one is?” Dixon says of one power pole, comparing it with a photo. Their SUV is easing along a shady street, its cab cloudy with smoke from Davis’ cheap Hav-A-Tampa cigars.
“I like that one,” Davis says.
“No,” Dixon says, “it’s turned the wrong way.”
They motor on, scanning the sky.
Observers from Another Dimension. Three retired police officers saw something very strange in the Adirondack Mountains of upstate New York.
It was a glowing circle or sphere about the size of a Volkswagen beetle, still the “black light” color. This sphere was transparent, and inside of it we saw what looked exactly like two humans – a male and a female – sitting facing one another. Yet there were no visible seats beneath them.
The woman had long blonde hair and was clothed in gray and black. The male had medium-length blond hair with similar clothes. The three of us all watched for a few seconds before we looked at each other, and almost simultaneously said, “Are we really seeing this?”
The further a sighting is from our expected aesthetic of reality, the more it interests me. Flatwoods Monster style.