The room is dark and smoky and somehow we ended up around a table with Military Brass. The odd thing is we see how these old men are all really just WWI flyboys more interested in racing and fist-fighting and getting rich than dealing with the cosmic fifth dimension. 

Then again the aerospace engineers are more creative than we can imagine and we start to see signs of a division in the ranks. Daniel Lizt, of Dark Journalist, has coined the terms X-protect and X-share to describe the bias and approach to the UFO contact and technological exchange. 

We recognize Baron Dowding as X-Share and we see how that is behind his exit from the Air Force. 

General Omar Bradly and General Doolittle sitting at the table nod to X-share.

Bill Lear is not exactly X-share but his son goes over the top with X-share.

Everyone is a pilot…

How did we get here? Not just clips or quotes today, but comments.

We got some amazingly insightful feedback from our last newsletter and I am sharing it first! 

“For some reason this newsletter reminded me of a loosely associated work by Immanuel Velikovsky, ” worlds in collision”. It very lucidly gathers stories, data and historical facts from cultures all over the world in the past several thousand years and demonstrates that many really Big events mentioned in the bible and elsewhere were attributed to god, gods,  by humans with very little understanding of science and the universe, as punishing the unrighteous and protecting the righteous. These were in fact interplanetary, galactic events of such a magnitude as to disrupt much of the earth’s stability.”

I searched for Velikovsky in the first file from the Flying Saucer Collection that I put my hand to and generated the following excerpt:

Lord Dowding still was not satisfied. “ Do I understand that any soul after passing through Hell can reach perfection without again incarnating?”

“Not perfection.” corrected the Teacher. “There comes a time when the evolution of a spirit when the choice of a return, or of moving on a different line of evolution is given. Knowing this soul , I know the choice he will make.”

The key idea here is the choosing of a “different line of evolution” – or as we would say, a different planet – by a soul whose last physical personality was dominated by greed. Not yet ready to live by the higher principles characteristic of the Aquarian Age – one of whose key notes is Brotherhood – the soul of Ezra Martin will choose a planet where he can continue to live below the belt until he has had enough of it. And I suppose that Polar movement and other forms of cataclysm won’t take place on a world wide scale until every last soul on the planet, in or out of the flesh, has had a chance to decide which way he or she wants to go. This example of Lord Dowdings book seems to indicate the testing and the choosing may have been going on for some centuries. (Riley Crabb’s commentary)

Nuclear Giants and Ethical Infants

Does the God of Change wait upon mankind to initiate great catastrophic changes with its own selfish behavior? Or does He initiate the changes? That philosophical problem is the subject of endless debate about the Freedom of Choice and the consequences. In 1953 General Omar Bradley, of World War II fame, made these observations in “Newsletter”: “We have grasped the Mystery of the atom and rejected the Sermon on the Mount…the world has achieved brilliance without wisdom, power without conscience. Ours is a world of Nuclear giants and ethical infants. We know more about killing than we do about living. This is our twentieth century’s claim to distinction and progress?” 

From Riley Crabb Flying Saucers and America’s destiny.

Who is Lord Dowding? Right? Why do I care about a WWII psychic promoter???

Off to the Bat Computer… (OK. It’s Grok but he has been too useful and trying to pretend it’s my own research seems dishonest. Or am I too lazy to rewrite and call it my own? ) 

“Lord Hugh Dowding made important public statements on UFOs in 1954, can you find the statements and sources?

“Lord Hugh Dowding, the Air Chief Marshal who led the Royal Air Force Fighter Command during the Battle of Britain, indeed made notable public statements about UFOs in 1954—a year when Europe was gripped by a wave of flying saucer sightings. His remarks reflect a striking openness to the idea of extraterrestrial visitors, coming from a man of his stature and military credibility. Here’s what I’ve pieced together from the historical record:

“One of his most prominent statements appeared in London’s Sunday Dispatch on July 11, 1954. In this article, Dowding wrote: “More than 10,000 sightings have been reported, the majority of which cannot be accounted for by any ‘scientific’ explanation, e.g., that they are hallucinations, the effects of light refraction, meteors, wheels falling from aeroplanes, and the like… They have been tracked on radar screens… and the observed speeds have been as great as 9,000 miles an hour… I am convinced that these objects do exist and that they are not manufactured by any nation on earth. I can therefore see no alternative to accepting the theory that they come from some extraterrestrial source.” He added a nuanced take, suggesting, “I think that we must resist the tendency to assume that they all come from the same planet, or that they are actuated by similar motives. It might be that the visitors from one planet wished to help us in our evolution from the basis of a higher level to which they had attained.”

“Another widely quoted statement from around the same time—often attributed to an August 1954 Reuters report—has Dowding saying: 

“Of course UFOs are real, and they are interplanetary. The cumulative evidence for the existence of UFOs is quite overwhelming and I accept the fact of their existence.” 

“This succinct declaration aligns with his Sunday Dispatch piece and has been echoed in various UFO literature over the decades.

“These statements stem from Dowding’s post-retirement years, when he was free to explore interests like spiritualism and the paranormal, unburdened by military politics. The Sunday Dispatch article is a primary source, published during a peak of UFO fervor in 1954, while the Reuters quote seems to be a condensed version that gained traction in later retellings. For instance, Timothy Good’s book Above Top Secret (1987) references the Sunday Dispatch piece and includes additional context, like a 1957 letter Dowding wrote to Italian ufologist Alberto Perego, where he expressed interest in “intelligible contacts between human beings and the occupants of interplanetary ships.”

“Dowding’s comments weren’t off-the-cuff musings; they were informed by his wartime experience with radar and aviation, as well as the sheer volume of unexplained sightings he’d reviewed. His credibility lent weight to the UFO discussion at a time when it was often dismissed as fringe. If you’re looking to dig deeper, the original Sunday Dispatch article from July 11, 1954, would be the gold standard, though the Reuters version is frequently cited in secondary sources like UFO histories and websites chronicling his life.

John Lear along with his dad Bill Lear appear in the fog and drop a file on the table of the gathered generals.

James H. Doolittle shuffles his feet ever so slightly with anxiety at the file but superimposed over this time-line he is racing over the ocean in his small aircraft…

 It reads “Cosmic Top Secret”:

“Statement Released By  John Lear December 29, 1987

“In its effort to protect democracy, our government sold us to the aliens. And here is how it happened. But before I begin, I’d like to offer a word in the defence of those who bargained us away. They had the best intentions.

“Germany may have recovered a flying saucer as early as 1939. General James H. Doolittle went to Sweden in 1946 to investigate reports of ‘ghost rockets’ (UFO’s) 1000 of which had been sighted over a 7 month period.

“The “horrible truth” was known by only a very few persons: They were indeed ugly little creatures, shaped like praying mantises and who were more advanced than us by perhaps a billion years. Of the original group that were first to learn the “horrible truth”. Several committed suicide. The most prominent of which was Defence Secretary James V. Forrestal who jumped to his death from a 6th story hospital window. Secretary Forrestal’s medical records are sealed to this day.

“President Truman quickly put a lid on the secret and turned the screws so tight that the general public still thinks that flying saucers are a joke. Have I ever got a surprise for them.

“…The “bargained for” technology was set in place but could only be operated by the EBE’s themselves. Needless to say, the advanced technology could not be used against the EBE’s themselves, even if needed.

“During the period between 1979 and 1983 it became increasingly obvious to MJ-12 that things were not going as planned. It became known that many more people (in the thousands) were being abducted than were listed on the official abduction lists. In addition it became obvious that some, not all but some of the nation’s missing children had been used for secretions and other parts required by the aliens. 

“In 1984, MJ-12 must have been in a state of terror at the mistake they had made in dealing with the EBE’s. They had subtly promoted “Close Encounters of the Third Kind” and “ET” to get the public used to “odd looking” aliens that were compassionate, benevolent, and very much our “space brothers”. MJ-12 “sold” the EBE’s to the public and were now faced with the fact that quite the opposite were true….”

Alien Magic by William Hamilton, 1989

Wow. I am not the best UFOlogist so while I am very familiar with this narrative I did not realize that it came from John Lear pretty late into the game, like the 1980’s. I am not familiar with this rabbit hole so I was grabbing all sorts of loose roots scrambling out…

“ I could not plant my feet anywhere so as to stand securely, for the roots were a long way off and the boughs that overshadowed the whole pool were too high, too vast, and too far apart for me to reach them”

@MichaelSherrer

2 years ago

I was a friend of JOHN LEAR before his passing in 2022. I was at his home in Las Vegas and made several video clips regarding Bob Lazar, Lou Baldin and other sensitive topics. That is indeed John’s voice in a Lear Jet at the head of the song. John often spoke publicly spoke about the group getting high, as they climbed high in the jet, specifically David Crosby. I leave the Adam West story and the Bat Jet, for another time.

Bat Jets and Bat Computers?

Me: “Eight Miles High”— McGuinn insisted it was about a plane trip bit it would make good speculation that there was LSD involved with Lear, hopefully when he was not flying

Grok: Yeah, “Eight Miles High” being about a plane trip according to McGuinn does open the door to some juicy speculation about LSD swirling around those Learjet flights—especially with John Lear in the mix. The song’s trippy lyrics, like “rain gray town, known for its sound” and “nowhere is there warmth to be found,” have that hazy, disoriented feel that screams acid influence, even if McGuinn stuck to his story about it being inspired by a flight to London. Gene Clark, who co-wrote it, later admitted it was partly about drugs, so the plane-trip defense feels like a half-truth—maybe a way to dodge censorship or just keep things vague for the mystique.

Picture this: The Byrds, already dabbling in LSD by ’65, pile into a Learjet with John Lear at the controls. He’s a fearless pilot, a friend of the band, and a guy who’d later dive headfirst into far-out conspiracies—UFOs, secret bases, you name it. It’s not hard to imagine a scene where, on the ground before or after a flight, they’re passing around a few hits of acid, laughing it up as the jet sits idle. McGuinn’s too smart to say it outright, but the vibe of the era—Hollywood’s elite tripping legally, rock stars pushing boundaries—makes it plausible. Hopefully, as you said, Lear wasn’t dropping acid while flying; the guy was reckless enough with stunts like that Split S maneuver without needing a psychedelic assist mid-air.

The speculation gets spicier when you think about how private those jet trips were—no paparazzi, no witnesses outside the inner circle. If LSD was involved, it could’ve been a quiet ritual: takeoff, land, trip, write a cryptic song about it. No scandal broke because no one crashed—literally or figuratively—and The Byrds kept their cool mystique intact. It’s almost more fun that there’s no proof; it lets the imagination run wild with Lear as the cosmic ferryman for their psychedelic journeys. What do you reckon—could “Eight Miles High” be their sly wink at a Learjet acid party?

I think adding the song Spaceman to the Fifth Dimension album says a lot…

But while John Lear is at this pilots club it is his dad who was the engineer of the Lear Jet. 

We get our most meaningful clue from the Groks ability to search the net for source material that Bill Lear while perhaps not in the inner circle of UFO contact for technology exchange, was aware of it and perhaps even dabbled in it. 

A tantalizing insight into the sort of information exchange that actually takes place in the eidetic imagery…“stealing ideas from the stars”

“Another anecdote, less verified, comes from a former Learjet employee who claimed Bill once joked about “stealing ideas from the stars” during a late-night design session, though it’s unclear if he meant it literally or as a playful jab at inspiration.”

Speaking of eidetic imagery, while searching around for information I stumbled across a strange piece of narrative from 1870, part of a serial that was run but this image stood out so singular and dreary and called us out by name “borderland”…

A self deprecating commentary that speaks for itself…

Chapter 1

Kilgobbin Castle

Some one has said that almost all that Ireland possesses of picturesque beauty is to be found on, or in the immediate neighbourhood of, the seaboard; and if we except some brief patches of river scenery on the Nore and the Blackwater, and a part of Lough Erne, the assertion is not devoid of truth. The dreary expanse called the Bog of Allen, which occupies a tableland in the centre of the island, stretches away for miles—flat, sad-coloured, and monotonous, fissured in every direction by channels of dark-tinted water, in which the very fish take the same sad colour. This tract is almost without trace of habitation, save where, at distant intervals, utter destitution has raised a mud-hovel, undistinguishable from the hillocks of turf around it.

Fringing this broad waste, little patches of cultivation are to be seen: small potato-gardens, as they are called, or a few roods of oats, green even in the late autumn; but, strangely enough, with nothing to show where the humble tiller of the soil is living, nor, often, any visible road to these isolated spots of culture. Gradually, however—but very gradually—the prospect brightens. Fields with inclosures, and a cabin or two, are to be met with; a solitary tree, generally an ash, will be seen; some rude instrument of husbandry, or an ass-cart, will show that we are emerging from the region of complete destitution and approaching a land of at least struggling civilisation. At last, and by a transition that is not always easy to mark, the scene glides into those rich pasture-lands and well-tilled farms that form the wealth of the midland counties. Gentlemen’s seats and waving plantations succeed, and we are in a country of comfort and abundance.

On this borderland between fertility and destitution, and on a tract which had probably once been part of the Bog itself, there stood—there stands still—a short, square tower, battlemented at top, and surmounted with a pointed roof, which seems to grow out of a cluster of farm-buildings, so surrounded is its base by roofs of thatch and slates. Incongruous, vulgar, and ugly in every way, the old keep appears to look down on them—time-worn and battered as it is—as might a reduced gentleman regard the unworthy associates with which an altered fortune had linked him. This is all that remains of Kilgobbin Castle.

‘Lord Kilgobbin’ appeared originally as a serial, (illustrated by Luke Fildes) in ‘The Cornhill Magazine,’ commencing in the issue for October 1870,

Inside this haunted place we then heard a strange poem:

H.D. 

1886 –1961

At Baia

I should have thought

in a dream you would have brought

some lovely, perilous thing,

orchids piled in a great sheath,

as who would say (in a dream),

“I send you this,

who left the blue veins

of your throat unkissed.”

Why was it that your hands

(that never took mine),

your hands that I could see

drift over the orchid-heads

so carefully,

your hands, so fragile, sure to lift

so gently, the fragile flower-stuff–

ah, ah, how was it

You never sent (in a dream)

the very form, the very scent,

not heavy, not sensuous,

but perilous–perilous–

of orchids, piled in a great sheath,

and folded underneath on a bright scroll,

some word:

“Flower sent to flower;

for white hands, the lesser white,

less lovely of flower-leaf,”

or

“Lover to lover, no kiss,

no touch, but forever and ever this.”

In Roman times, Baia was famous as a luxurious seaside retreat for the elite, renowned for its thermal baths, lavish villas, and hedonistic reputation. The town was named after Baios, a figure from Greek mythology who was a helmsman of Odysseus, according to legend. Over time, much of Baia sank beneath the sea due to volcanic activity and subsidence, and today its ruins—partially submerged—can be explored underwater, making it an archaeological marvel.

In “At Baia,” H.D. evokes this setting not just as a physical place but as a symbolic one, rich with classical allusions and layered with her modernist sensibility. The poem reflects her fascination with antiquity, myth, and the natural world, using Baia as a backdrop to explore themes of beauty, desire, and transience

“The mast fell upon the head of the helmsman in the ship’s stern, so that the bones of his head were crushed to pieces, and he fell overboard as though he were diving, with no more life left in him.”

“Then Jove let fly with his thunderbolts, and the ship went round and round, and was filled with fire and brimstone as the lightning struck it. The men all fell into the sea; they were carried about in the water round the ship, looking like so many sea-gulls, but the god presently deprived them of all chance of getting home again.

“I stuck to the ship till the sea knocked her sides from her keel (which drifted about by itself) and struck the mast out of her in the direction of the keel; but there was a backstay of stout ox-thong still hanging about it, and with this I lashed the mast and keel together, and getting astride of them was carried wherever the winds chose to take me.

“The gale from the West had now spent its force, and the wind got into the South again, which frightened me lest I should be taken back to the terrible whirlpool of Charybdis. This indeed was what actually happened, for I was borne along by the waves all night, and by sunrise had reached the rock of Scylla, and the whirlpool. She was then sucking down the salt sea water, but I was carried aloft toward the fig tree, which I caught hold of and clung on to like a bat. I could not plant my feet anywhere so as to stand securely, for the roots were a long way off and the boughs that overshadowed the whole pool were too high, too vast, and too far apart for me to reach them; so I hung patiently on, waiting till the pool should discharge my mast and raft again—and a very long while it seemed. A jury-man is not more glad to get home to supper, after having been long detained in court by troublesome cases, than I was to see my raft beginning to work its way out of the whirlpool again. At last I let go with my hands and feet, and fell heavily into the sea, hard by my raft on to which I then got, and began to row with my hands. As for Scylla, the father of gods and men would not let her get further sight of me—otherwise I should have certainly been lost.

The Odyssey, Book XII

https://www.sparknotes.com/lit/odyssey/full-text/book-xii

It is at this point I am overwhelmed at what I am seeing. This poetry seems to describe the levitation properties of the Foil Arrow Experiment work that an associate has sent in.

“orchids piled in a great sheath” are the electric charges…

“piled in a great sheath, and folded underneath on a bright scroll” is the metallic cone…

“your hands, so fragile, sure to lift so gently, the fragile flower-stuff”–. The fragile flower stuff is the electric charge that is causing levitation of the foil ball with no contact  “Lover to lover, no kiss, no touch, but forever and ever this”

“The mast fell upon the head of the helmsman in the ship’s stern, so that the bones of his head were crushed to pieces, and he fell overboard as though he were diving, with no more life left in him.” is the conversion of matter to energy…

“the terrible whirlpool of Charybdis” is the spiral activity along the base of the cone…

Given these clues I think we have been given a strange and rare eidteic gift…

It is here that the split between subject and

object occurs because ‘subject’ is as much a category word with

certain presuppositions as is ‘object’. The point is that both kinds

of being or becoming aware are rooted in Being-as-such which

is synonymous with Awareness or Mind-as-such, and man’s

problematic situation is that he can be his Being or his fictions. In

whichever direction he moves, his problem will always be one of

embodiment, which at the same time constitutes man’s life-world.

The Life and Teaching Of Naropa by

Guenther, Herbert, 1957

We are going to close by sharing another comment that I got from the last email from an Associate. 

“Have been reading some of Crabb that you sent. Interesting. But a short side note.Rational or any other understanding is based on an assumption of a single or finite number of universes existing in time.However, remove that assumption and use an infinite number existing and moving concurrently. Substitute dimensions if that suits you better. After that idea crumbles to parallel dust, one is left with learning to negotiate and notice the nuances of constant dimensional shift. 

This being ,this space, this awareness. is a reflection of a consciousness manifesting like a gust of wind across the grass; then changing and shifting second by second. As sensitization and awareness focuses on subtle change, one learns to take these manifestations and bits of change as normal and have an interest in how other beings manifest their intersecting dimensions and what messages might have an influence for positive change.

We exist in a PRIVATE concurrent dimensional reality that never stops changing. So does everything and everyone else. The intersections are what we call life, the major dissolutions death. There are some beings coming from other spaces/times/planets that you may have contracts with to expand your dimension. I think we seem to be following guidance to explore that welcome to Earth.

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