tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7287379637820573973.post5967464859847712565..comments2018-03-02T17:35:07.594-08:00Comments on CONTACTEES: A History of Alien-Human Interaction: The Weirdness Continues...Nick Redfernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07199813303416083671noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7287379637820573973.post-85833041940290113562010-01-12T06:43:43.503-08:002010-01-12T06:43:43.503-08:00Hey Wildrote
Many thanks for this - very interest...Hey Wildrote<br /><br />Many thanks for this - very interesting! <br /><br />Weirdly, I'm actually right in the middle of writing a chapter on Crowley for my next book...Nick Redfernhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07199813303416083671noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7287379637820573973.post-54193394362498017572010-01-10T21:47:53.322-08:002010-01-10T21:47:53.322-08:00For your amusement and mystification, a small sect...For your amusement and mystification, a small section from the footnotes of Jason Louv's A Grammary in Ultraculture Journal One that bears directly on the sacrifice of frogs: "When I was twelve I was sent to camp for a week on Mount Palomar, as the San Diego public school system did to all sixthgraders at this time. At one point I found a small frog with its legs broken slowly dying in a cold stream. Feeling horrible for the frog, I put it in a plastic bag and showed it to a camp counselor. At this age I had an aquarium with two bull-frogs in it in my room who I regularly fed and cared for, I told the camp counselor that I wanted to bring the frog home and nurse it back to health. The counselor decided to take it upon himself to teach me a lesson about “the way things really are” and made me put it back in the stream to die, as is “the course of nature.” This began to compound my already growing hatred of authority figures. When I went home, already heartbroken, I found that in my absence one of my own pet frogs had gotten itself smashed in between a large rock and the edge of the aquarium and gutted itself (a pet snake had also died). Later, when I was seventeen, I bought a copy of Paranoia magazine<br />with an article about Jack Parsons in it, which included the rather stunning factoid that Jack Parsons and the Agape Lodge of the O.T.O. had crucified a frog on Mount Palomar in the Forties (Crowley’s “Cross of the Frog” ritual)."Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7287379637820573973.post-37887418828255521132009-12-04T09:09:26.978-08:002009-12-04T09:09:26.978-08:00my pleasure.
i have ordered your book and am eage...my pleasure.<br /><br />i have ordered your book and am eagerly awaiting its arrival. to me this is a very fascinating and very often overlooked or complete avoided aspect of the entire 'contact' phenomenon. i too think that something happened to these people, maybe not exactly what they claimed. adamski, for example, seems to have embellished things a lttle (or a lot) in his later books but even these embellishments bear consideration as something from the unconscious (at the very least). others such as angelucci seem fundamentally honest. it seems odd to me, and maybe points to something in human nature, that horrifying abduction scenarios are accepted as fact while the space brother type events are dismissed as fantasy. neither is any more likely or unlikely than the other. <br /><br />to paraphrase jung, something is seen, something happens, but we know not what that is.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7287379637820573973.post-8143707006592587502009-12-03T12:42:33.078-08:002009-12-03T12:42:33.078-08:00Many thanks for the link!Many thanks for the link!Nick Redfernhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07199813303416083671noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7287379637820573973.post-71008874356966915362009-12-03T12:40:07.545-08:002009-12-03T12:40:07.545-08:00the frog in the mythology of the pacific northwest...the frog in the mythology of the pacific northwest: http://www.pathgallery.com/itoolkit.asp?pg=FrogAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7287379637820573973.post-5527915534898841682009-12-03T05:31:30.562-08:002009-12-03T05:31:30.562-08:00Sorry - meant Lesley not Leslie!
:)Sorry - meant Lesley not Leslie!<br /><br />:)Nick Redfernhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07199813303416083671noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7287379637820573973.post-20231422974507674822009-12-03T05:30:36.397-08:002009-12-03T05:30:36.397-08:00Thanks for this Leslie - that's a fascinating ...Thanks for this Leslie - that's a fascinating story re the bird! There's definite weirdness afoot here...Nick Redfernhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07199813303416083671noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7287379637820573973.post-24780224124882561072009-12-02T17:35:18.092-08:002009-12-02T17:35:18.092-08:00I also have a mini (highly inaccurate) stonehenge ...I also have a mini (highly inaccurate) stonehenge that I built in my yard, probably about 10 years ago, using petrified wood. It is only about 14 inches high and maybe 2 feet wide. You aren't the only weird one. A couple years ago I found a dead bird in the middle of it. It didn't seem to be damaged, like if the cat had got it. It was like it just dropped dead there in the middle of my little henge.LesleyinNMhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07650512451759278182noreply@blogger.com