My memoir has progressed to the recounting and interpretation of the events of my life in 1978. That is even more specifically the time in 1978 when we were leaving La Cuchilla as our tourist visa expired. We were headed back home without a car. But it was a busy time and in recounting the recent years I left out two viewing experiences in 1977 that had a profound impact on me. One was the Jesus of Nazareth television series directed by Zeferelli. The other was watching Star Wars; The New Hope as it was widely released. Our whole family went to see it at a cinema in Charlottesville, VIrginia when we were staying with Jim and Kathy on one of the visits we had with them. Both of these viewing experiences would stay very much part of me. I was still influenced by both experiences in 1988 when living as a married man, sometimes with my first wife and sometimes alone, I was able to watch the work of Joseph Campbell and his religious studies that had so influenced the world of George Lucas and his world of creative imagined cosmology. Of the two films the television series about Jesus probably impressed me more deeply because I felt that my spiritual connections and observances were being portrayed by such a high level cast and director and communicated into American living rooms. Few Americans realize that there are all day cinemas in many countries and some of them showed Jesus of Nazareth regularly for years. Other miniseries I have seen in such venues were Roots and Shogun. But as I recall Jesus of Nazareth was one such show that did at least as well as any other. I was moved by the experience of watching the film in an all day cinema in Mexico.
But as big as Jesus of Nazareth was, Star Wars was huge in my experience of 1977 as well. Clara and I very much enjoy watching Star Wars films. May 4, 2024 was Star Wars Day, “May the Fourth Be With You” Day. Clara and I talked about the canon of films but we were busy going to help a family member as we woke up, then going to a gym, then picking up food at a fair, then going to a rosary and anticipated mass and then being treated to dinner at a great local restaurant by my mother. We just didn’t get to celebrate Star Wars Day. But we made up for it on our streaming platform the next day. Clara and I watched Star Wars IV: the New Hope on our couch. We had a rather full weekend, the May Fest supporting Vermilion Catholic: A Legacy of Mount Carmel. Had us eating, listening to live bands and playing cake bingo, where Clara won a German chocolate cake. We enjoyed eating the cake as we watched the film on Disney Plus. May fifth started with me waking up early and Clara woke up to join me. I had just finished the last of my required continuing education courses for my Louisiana Life, Health and Accident Insurance Producer’s license. I had done some of the last course on disability insurance while standing in line waiting to donate plasma at the Talecris Plasma Resources center in Lafayette, Louisiana. Sadly, I had a deferral which has only happened a relatively few times in the years in which I have donated hundreds of times. However, this time I was anemic. My hematocrit (percent the volume of my blood made up by red blood cells) was just one percent too low. This worries me but in a life of many worries there is not going to be a lot of sleep lost just over the anemia itself. However, I am well aware that I do not have a great history of solid healthcare and I may not get to the age of Medicare at 65 healthy enough to fully benefit from that amazing opportunity for better healthcare. Later on in the evening of May 4, 2024 we watched Rogue One together. These were our festivities. OVER OTHER DAYS IN OUR THREE YEARS TOGETHER AS A COUPLE: I think we have watched most of the Star Wars movies and television shows together at least once. We have also watched some documentaries about the making of the first three films At other times in my life I watched Joseph Campbell and the Power of Myth with Bill Moyers interviewing Joseph Campbell and I read the books of Joseph Campbell after I saw the interviews and bought the companion book for the television series. I was very much aware that George Lucas and his associates were deeply influenced by the thought of Joseph Campbell. However, the links I have to science fiction and its appeals go far beyond the Star Wars universe. My interest in writing and books goes very far and wide indeed.
As I discussed before on May 4, 2024 Clara and I talked a bit about Star Wars but did not view the films because we were otherwise engaged. Instead that day we went to work out at our health club, picked up some food from the May Fest booths (partly because it was good food and partly to use up our remaining tickets).
What was happening on our side of the screen was very different from the epic saga and massively consequential adventure being portrayed. It was also different from the hugely successful and seminal blockbuster film that laid the foundation for an arts and entertainment empire. Our lives do not much resemble Star Wars. But oddly enough, it is about my life’s own version of a Star Wars epic that this chapter of my memoir is mostly about. Space has been a subject already approached and the letter from President Joe Biden in the last chapter was very much a demonstration of how space has become and remained an important interest. In time, if I live to finish this memoir, there will be quite a bit of text devoted to the Crater Cap Colony Concept and the groups and efforts associated with it for many years. But this chapter is about something else that being a Star Wars fan or trying to have a voice regarding human space exploration and colonization. This is not really in the same category as my discussions of mystical experience. This is about my own improbable take on what has been called the experience of encounters with extraterrestrials and extraterrestrial civilizations. What I am writing is not exactly a report and it is certainly not an essay advocating a particular point of view. It is more like a portrait of what exists in some unique region of my mind that is both memory and imagination.
On Tuesday April 30, 2024 I attended a six o’clock meeting of the Writers Guild of Acadiana. The featured speaker was Joseph N. Abraham M.D. The little blurb about the author on his most recent book describes him thus:
JOSEPH N. ABRAHAM M.D. is an emergency physician and evolutionary biologist with academic backgrounds in art, chemistry, and French. An omnivorous reader and inveterate traveler, Abraham draws on his diverse backgrounds to offer a new examination of the human condition. Dr. Abraham is a VIetnam veteran who writes and publishes the blog Bookscrounger.com
I have known Joseph Abraham on Facebook for a long time. I won his book Kings, Conquerors, Psychopaths: From Alexander to Hitler to the Corporation is a book that has won all sorts of awards. He is a very practical man as well as an intellectual. We have communicated a significant if not really large amount about some of his previous works as well as about posts on either of our accounts. He has a number of strong positions that differ from mine. But the biggest difference is how much more he has dialed into the business of success. At least that is how it seems to me. I am not a very successful person by the standard of leaving offspring behind, building a fortune, holding high office or any of a number of other measures.
The chances of me being impractical and also very much out of synch with many things were already very high. My mind was full of poets, writers, adventurers, aristocrats trying to keep together great estates, inventors sacrificing for their creations and martyrs dying for their faith. It was far from urgent that I have yet another reason to avoid engaging in the all consuming work of getting along and making one’s way in life. It is that sense of being about all sorts of impractical ideals and obligations that has been one of my most distinguishing marks. The real world had plenty of demands to make and I was not always fully able to respond to those demands.
When we left Cuchilla Del Tesoro and Mexico City it was to leave Mexico itself because our 6 month tourist visa had expired. This chapter is about a number of things but it is not mostly about the time we spent in Abbeville between living in la Cuchilla and living in Colombia. This is a little bit different in that it is much more about the parts of my life that cannot be easily verified by any external source. I remember that I was on my way back to the house after a long day seeing the sites and saying goodbye with some of my friends. Then I decided to take a separate set of public transit connections to get home. On my way home, I had four hours of lost time. When I got home I wrote some notes and drew some pictures in a notebook that I hid among some things in a bag in a hole in the building wall. That could be covered and made to look like a pretty normal section of the wall. I made a timeline of related events that went all the way back to my early childhood. Among the drawings in the notebook were drawings that resembled the Maya pyramids, although I had never visited those pyramids – only the Aztec sites and those mostly in samples and dioramas in the museums we had visited and the displays we had seen in a day we spent touring and speaking at prayer groups at the enormous Ciudad Universitaria . The pyramids were also probably used as a design motif in a modified street fair ride that spun around. But in my drawing the little figures on the steps stacked into a pyramid. The seats were gimbaled somehow. The pyramid was in a sphere. When the ship in which the pyramid sat was on the ground the pyramid worked with our planet’s gravity. In moving through space and the upper atmosphere the chamber spins so that the thrust comes from the area at the base of the pyramid. The spin of the chamber is however continuous this spin pulls out laterally and with the use of electrical fields and magnetism the ship is able to divide the g forces going down by the g-forces going outward in such a way that livable gravitational balance is sustained. The sphere with the pyramid was conned by telescoping arms to six other smaller spheres and the whole substructure was built into an outer structure made up of hundred of superflexible wings that spun in two sets connecting an upper and lower ring to a double equatorial ring, one set is from ring around the top of the upper sphere to flexible ring connecting all of the four spheres on the equator of the ship. The other set of wings is almost identical but is from the lower ring to the equatorial ring. Bags, bellows and jets made of superstrong gel fill the space under the skin made of wings and outside of the structure of seven spheres.gasses and plasma are ejected through all three rings and the skin of wings. The ships can change sizes and shapes to a shocking degree. I have a hard time remembering how much of this detail was in the notebook I created in the Cuchilla. I know that my notes on the comms and propulsions came much later. I noticed then that I could only visualize the ships when I did not directly try to place them in my memory or analyze them very much. If I focussed on when, where and how I had seen these ships they disappeared from my mind’s eye.
Gradually I embarked on exercises that allowed me to write and draw huge amounts of words and images about alien ships but for years it all disappeared if I asked myself what this information might represent in my own life. In the years to come I struggled to draw the engines from various points of view. In the later drawings there was never the definition of the details of the engines that I achieved with the outer mechanical structures of the ship. The basic structures that I saw were a hemisphere of carefully arranged and ordered jewels in bands and beds of gold, platinum, silver,zinc and lead. Iron filaments flow like living things through hundreds of nesting transparent crystal hemispheres resting on the lower sphere and completing the sphere as a whole.Hydrogen and metals flow through conduits on the nearly molten hemisphere of metal and jewels. These small units of matter are conditioned, charged and energized in very specific ways while various beams and pulses maneuver them into various points, then the more powerful beams fuses the atoms in the materials and the energy is sent through countless conduits in different directions. The whole sphere is located in a set of angular lines and rays appearing and disappearing between a set of projectors. The whole engine per se sits in a hemisphere below the pyramid hemisphere. Above the engine sets the drive. The drive has a crystal lens floating in a kind of force field for each crystal layer of the crystal hemisphere of the engine. The field in which each floats is folded onto the surface of its hemisphere of crystal. Six sets of projectors move a single point around in the drive to transmit energy into a larger hemisphere which conducts energy and information throughout the ship. Meanwhile excess energy produced by the fusion reactions is swirling in a cloud of exotic particles around the drive point.
Much of the room is filled with a complicated amalgam of crystals wires, vines, fungi and a kind of artificial animal brain. Together, these formed a living computer that managed the engine and comms systems of the ship. By accessing geometric principles that affect space time itself the ships can find ephemeral portals through space and time. These comms are also able to interact with the brainwaves, bio-electric fields and electromagnetic spheres created in nature.
The skins made of wings can take in water, air, other gasses and these are also connected to the living computer which processes them into chemicals and compounds needed on the ship. The outer six spheres each have a residential section, a storage section and a section that includes more mechanical and functional ship systems. The ship’s populations vary in size. There are weapons in all of these ships but they vary in potency and complexity. However, in whatever this fantasy, dream, vision or memory is – the people in this ship are not able to come in vast numbers to visit or occupy Earth and are not able to remain here forever.
The crew in my pictures consisted of the same three species of human like people on most ships. One of the species are short and could be blueish or greenish in color and very strong and stout with three six fingered hands and two six-toed feet. These creatures are primarily concerned with mechanical, electronic and chemical operations on each ship. They however sometimes assist the striped obviously muscled pointed faced and large pointed ear warriors with large teardrop shaped eyes and nostrils. Mostly the three armed blue dwarves help the warrior types in maintaining the operations of the engine and drive. These striped. These creatures often wear a suit which gives them a placid expressionless look and because of a field generated in the suit it makes it possible for them to appear much more slight and willowy than they actually are. The suits also extend their height and reach. The are able to fly short distances and levitate in their suits. They are about 90% males in the groups that come here. The lowest level males are completely sexually dormant. The highest cast impregnate most of the females who have six pronounced breasts and usually give birth to triplets which are usually identical. The other species are the most like humans but are about seven feet tall among males and 6 foot five among females. The tend to be slighter than humans on average and wear jewelry, capes, robes, complex insignia and tattoos. They have no hair except atop their heads and in a few spots on their bodies. They study the philosophy, religion, history, mathematics and physics that become relevant and generally control communications and create navigational routes and plans. Council on the mother ship is made up of about half the seats belong to these creatures that I have described last and about a quarter of the seats belong to each of the other other two species.. Additionally, they have some kind of pronounced telepathic ability. Usually the commander of a motherships is one of them but not always.
There are three classes of ships. The middle class lodge four smaller ships in the four equatorial orbs and these ships are very similar except for scale. The mother ship is made up of hub with arms continuing racks on which twelve of the middle size Most of the females that travel live on the mothership. They tend the young and the plants. There are three distinct spheres imitating the homeworld of each of the three species with plants and animals from that world. Then there is a sort of palace garden sphere. No mothership has ever visited our solar system. They use their engines and drives and other devices to open a portal through which the middle size ships fly. These ships visit us. I am under the impression that a mothership is approaching us at about half the speed of light with occasional skips through a particularly promising portal. They estimate its arrival in our solar system in about 5,000 years. The motherships communicate across enormous distances with one another and the smaller ships have limited capacity for truly distant communication.
The motherships move endlessly through the universe by having semi-detached scout ships using rays, fusion bombs of very small size and clashing fields to tear and stretch portals through those parts of time and space that can be opened by them. Meanwhile the maintain a king of rocket in which a tornado of forces which drive the ships on a relative straight line of forward progress and acceleration while the steering system changes space as they proceed.
Yes, I have at times created whole folders and books of the details of these ships and peoples and at times I have burnt whole sets of such books. But in the years and convolutions of the images I have only linked a few days and hours and minutes of lost time. I have only found a few meager traces of effects on certain places. I will return to this impossible subject again. But I remember that leaving Mexico City was a time when I first took a deep organized dive into whatever these thoughts are all about.