I don’t have a problem inducing the paralysis itself--the problem has been that I get stuck in my body, and I can only get half of my spirit self out of my material self. Much to my absolute astonishment, however, last night was extremely different.

I noticed this morning that most things experienced while sleeping are bipolar opposites of one another, which is precisely why dreams themselves are so hard to recall. You’ll see a lake of fire, you’ll walk upstairs and end up in the basement...

You paint dots over the surface of reality using your memories, drawing pictures in the jumbled mess by tracing from one focal center of the past to the next, looking for a larger picture in it all that expresses something about the nature of what you have just been through, something that expresses “you”. That picture says “This is my life. This drawing I made which connects all these things that has happened, this is me, so this is how I should function in the future.” But that picture you just painted of yourself through those people, places, and things that have occurred to you in the past—that picture is no different than a face you have simply imagined into the clouds. Clouds shift. Things change.

You can look at everything in two ways: it has meaning, or it is meaningless. It is intentional—or it is random. And most of the time, you have difficulty deciding which is which, because when you review an event that has happened to you and you twist it around in your head as if it were a cube in your hand, you can see it both ways---laced with purpose, or you can see all that purpose as just wishful thinking.

The different refractions of light, or modes of thinking, or processes, were given names. To the christian mystic, they would have been the names of the angels and the demons. Each angel would be a puristic example of a process that the mystic could channel. Each demon, the same. I used to be relatively confused when reading occult literature. I asked myself, why in the world would someone pray to God just before summoning a demon? Now it makes a bit more sense...

Picture a fistful of sticks of the same length. In your grip they are long enough to extend in two directions at once--above and below your fist, in equal amounts. Each of these sticks represent a particular quality--below your fist shows the extension of qualities within you, and above your fist shows extensions of qualities outside of you. Both are joined somewhere within the fist and cannot be separated at all. That fist is your consciousness.

I have hoisted my flag, set sail in the breeze created by me and others like me. The wind may be rough, but in my solitude, I do not feel it, I do not hear it. I sit, a light-weighted soul upon the floor of my boat, breathing deeply as the world around me tosses, turns. The singularity beneath us all may be our destiny in this storm--but our lonely portholes and creaking floor boards of our imperfect boats remind us of the very thing we all seem to consistently forget: an appreciation of our own immortality.

If you know deep down that the mainstream media is the mouth of the banks who are lying to you and profiting from those lies as you suffer, if you accept this not as a conspiracy theory but a fundamental truth, the misery associated with this knowledge is absolutely devastating to your psyche, as it has been devastating to mine.

In the beginning, all was white, like a blank sheet of paper. Put one in front of you! All is in balance, there is no disharmony, no disagreement—there is just white. And how does it maintain its whiteness? Imagine every minute particle of that white paper a conscious mind, and all are in agreement. "We are white! We are the all! All is white! We are one."

One of the primary creators of the self is a function that divides what is one’s self with what is not one’s self. At the beginning of trying to answer this question which kicks off seemingly at birth, people settle into the belief that what is ’me’ feels pleasure and pain, and everything else belongs to the other pile.

The bit switch is a mechanism in the center of our consciousness that functions much like the head of a hard drive. It can read in concepts and topics from the world in a passive state and agreeing with all of what it runs across, or it can switch the bits of those very same concepts it sees so the positives become negatives and the negatives become positives...

Does the shore create the waves, or do the waves create the shore? Do the children give rise to the parents, or do the parents give rise to the children? What came first—the chicken or the egg?

Skeptics claim that channeling is a flight of fancy, and the Ouija pointer moves because of inadvertent shared nerve impulses. Anything that occurs during a channeling or an Ouija session, to a skeptic, occurs because minds that claim to be “opened” should be reclassified as vacuous. It is quite possible, however, that both perceptions are based upon a misunderstanding of what channeling actually is.

UFOs are real. Hmm. A statement of fact? Is it a true statement or not? There are many things that fly around in the sky that are not identified regardless of who is flying them (if anything) so obviously it is a true statement.

Consider what happens, mentally, when you buy a new car. You pick out this unique model with brilliant colors and feel there is something really special about it. In fact, you picked it out precisely because it was special. After signing some contract for payment, you leave the dealership and are driving down the highway, a flurry of other cars whip by you, but the ones that you notice are now the exact car and model that you just bought!

When I look at the universe and see the infinite swirling soup of stars and galaxies, I don’t see something that is external to me. Through analogy, I can visualize a direct correlation to each element in nature to something that is occurring internally. Depending upon which side of the brain your universe often relies upon, this will either strike you as useless dream-like drivel or a powerful meditation.

I’ve spent years trying to discover truth. I don’t know when it really started—possibly 8. I was baptized when I was 8 by my own decision. The church I was going to at the time had this dilemma when I walked up to the preacher and told him to save me from myself. I was quizzed about fundamental principles concerning Jesus and why I needed to be saved for my 8 year old sins, and I answered them all.

I’ve been enthralled with this photo. It is a depiction of the Earth’s magnetic field. It is also what I believe ideas look like when the spiritual world comes in contact with the material world.

What point is there to consciousness? To follow rules, or to break them?

What is this wind dislodging our leaves? It is a whisper, a black mass of lost souls pleading for others to follow in their wake and attach themselves to their teats. Standing in its presence, it makes so much sense. All the warnings are for naught when its voice is heard, speaking the pleasantries of death, fucking, anger, blood and destruction—the foul stench and strength from its occupants smells sweet.

The paranormal is not a philosophy. It is not a science. It is not a picture. It is not a story. It is not a television program. It is not an audio recording. It is not an infrared signal. It is not a dogma. It is not a ritual. It is not a belief system. I can list everything in the world, and still, I will not have given you a definition of the paranormal.

I believe you should own your own thoughts since this is the path your If there is a path, it is someone else’s path, so you are therefore going the wrong way...

In addition, while driving this heap of scrap metal, I have picked up numerous ideas from the conspiracy and ufo community and have thrown them in the back seat, ideas that are both profoundly disturbing and--probably--at least partially right. All the while, my colleagues have looked at the hobby both as a fascination and an obsession of mine that clouds my view. I’m either on to something, or not. No one knows. Yet again, not a day goes by that I don’t doubt it is all bullshit.

I feel that I have to justify myself and how this website functions. I feel I have to justify the questionable content which is displayed. I feel I have to justify the lack of photos which accompany the articles that are sent to us. I feel I have to justify my lack of religious and political affiliation which is exemplified on the homepage. I feel I have to justify my own attitudes towards article posting.

This document was written in September of 2000, exactly one year before 9/11. Afterwards, all of the dreams and wishes of those who participated in this manifesto were fulfilled by having a few thousand Americans killed on American soil by a terrorist attack. They even stated so!

The question is, is Colin Powell really bringing any kind of proof to the table at all, and in the end, does it really matter? I mean, we all know how effective the paranormal field is in convincing scientific hard asses of the viability of the subject--is Colin Powell’s arguments any more effective? If so, why?

Out of what act did the Mystery schools of the past come from? The secret societies? The freemasons and illuminati? What was their purpose? World domination? The destruction of man? Why did they feel they had to hide their secrets from others in the form of forcing people to pass initiations before the meaning of the symbols which covered the spiritual leaders like tattoos were revealed to them?

I think studying the paranormal is more a theory than research, much like philosophy or religion, or science before it knows –or thinks it knows—the answer....

Sometimes I don’t know why I do all of this. The website, the writings, the contact with unusual people that have witnessed unusual things at unusual times in their life. The ultra paranoid...

Much of the artwork of these pagan gods were not originally done by those whom worshipped them. Instead, the missionaries themselves created the artwork in order to depict these “devils” within a horrible light, reversing what they had originally represented...

Our world government has been passing around an unspoken definition of "alien" for the past fifty years, and I thought it was about time that it come out in the open. Without further ado...

that may just be the mother conspiracy theory of them all. In fact, my car may blow up one day because of it…

I know there are many people who disbelieve in the subject of UFOs. To tell you the truth, I don't blame them. The proof--what there is of it--is elusive, the stories seem farfetched, and half the time, you can't tell if you are watching an episode of Star Trek, listening to the rantings of madmen, or if there is really some substance to what people claim.

Well, here we go again. Roswell. Found buried in the FBI released documents is the following released teletype which came out just after the Roswell Crash occurred. If you've seen this before, bear with me.

As many of us are aware, the SETI@HOME program is used for everyone in the world to help scan the skies for evidence of intelligent life. At first I thought this was a relatively useful endeavor, so I visited SETI's website and was surprised at a number of things I found mentioned, and a number of things that were NOT mentioned, on their site. I decided then to email Seth Shostak for some answers to the questions that arose.

This morning in chicago, WGN invited a fisherman on the news who said he and his family saw a UFO on the lake in Northern Michigan. Now, as a typical sighting goes, this one was pretty typical. He saw a light in the sky, moving sporadically back and forth. Satellites, airplanes, and other phenomena were ruled out--but of course it is possible that he did see something manmade.