I Still Believe

My generation still has a passion to tell damn good stories… and I am still listening to them.

Yes, the X-Files aired tonight. I was very excited. I found it hard to focus into the new one. So many elements and subtle changes.

It was the early 1990s and I had a baby in my arms when the X-files first arrived.

We were living in a little rented home cottage in Santa Cruz California. I started to watch TV after we received a small TV as a gift from a family member.

“Believe me when you have a long night and when you are nursing the baby, a TV can be very enjoyable.”

After a few years without one I gave into a TV. I have always been into the subject of the X-Files and all the interesting mysteries of life. I was ready to join their world. It was the right place and time. I have been a true fan of Chris Carter’s mythology of mysteries, conspiracies, and U.F.O.s ever since.

Not to ignore the ghost, monsters and the unimaginable.

As the ‘90s moved on I looked forward to Friday nights watching Unsolved Mysteries and the X-Files and then on to Millennium. Frank Black was the most interesting of FBI Agents.

So much has changed… cell phones, the Web, and my generation… we have gotten older yet there is nothing like a good story.

I still sit down to read a Fairy tale.

I just read one to my family this morning called, The Two Golden Boys, a Grimm’s Fairy tale.

I also still like sitting down to the X-Files… I mean isn’t life one big conspiracy theory or remarkable Fairy Tale… “happily ever after until death!”

sneaking suspicion… somethings in the air…

What a wicked web we weave /When governments deceive/And I wanna believe……/I gotta believe/Conspiracy theory abound/But the truth is under ground,/I wanna believe I wanna believe/I gotta believe ` GBH

I have a sneaking suspicion and I believe that Colin Abrahall wrote the lyrics to the song “I Want To Believe!” I woke up with it on my mind. Also those “X-Files” feelings got my pineal gland stimulated again. Something is in the air. I can always feel it when Chris Carter is creating by way of the vast unconscious collective of writers. Believe me I just know. Before big hair Giorgio A. Tsoukalos there was the great big hairdos of GBH!! See how it all comes together here. I am pulling the threads tighter too.

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Scully: Mulder, since we’ve been here you’ve acted as if you’ve expected to find every piece of evidence that we’ve come across. What aren’t you telling me? Why are we here?
Mulder: A true piece of history, Scully. The very first X-File. Initiated by J. Edgar Hoover himself in 1946. ‘ X-Files

When the X-Files film I Want To Believe came out in 2008 I was thrilled. You have to know that I was a hardcore fan of the 1990s X-Files series throughout the 90s; besides nursing the babe I looked froward to Unsolved Mysteries and then the X-Files on Friday nights.

“We are made of stardust, our whole body consists of material that has been here before the beginning of time.” ‘Giorgio A. Tsoukalos

Now before the 2008 release of the I want to Believe film we listened to the Ha Ha CD in our car. GBH’s song I Want To Believe, was to me, the perfect new addition to the this film. I put so much anticipation into the song and the film I thought for sure that Mr. Carter would use the song in his film. I was sad when the two songs only came together in my mystical place of belief… but I was projecting it real hard onto the movie screen … believe me!!

What does all of this mean… it means something and in time I may understand…. but for now…

@@@ until next time..

“The Electromagnetic Hypothesis of Olfaction” at the Society for Scientific Exploration conclude that insects use a portion of the EM spectrum to communicate.” ‘Pg 207 Lost Star of Myth and Time by Walter Cruttenden

Where their loyalties lie

The mind is designed to lie. The heart has a mind of its own and when you put the mind and heart together strange things can happen… but then there is the sex organ mind that has a power pull of its own too. Then there is the conscience mind that an episode of X-files defines as:

“Conscience is dead people whispering to us.”

The dead may see things and know truths that we alive humans can’t understand. Not just the dead but nature and characters such as Jiminy Cricket and billions of crickets chirping every night help us with our conscious mind.

Why?

Maybe because we should not be telling lies!! It is an impossible situation. Listening to crickets chirp at night for about 15 minutes can help us to become more aware. The overwhelming gravity of constant sex calls throughout the night can force our thinking inward.

Helping us to feel regret about some of the lies we said that day. Maybe there is something to those old fairy tales after all. Who wants their nose to grow every time they tell a lie?

Some well-seasoned anxiety sprinkled on top.

Then there is the gut. We all can feel that gut feeling. Do we listen to it? I have a fine-tuned gut, well not physically but intuitively. I know when something is not right by listening to it. I know when I hear a lie. It feels like chaos and looks like the fog with well-seasoned anxiety sprinkled on top.

I prefer following my gut.

Lies are not all bad. We have all told them to protect people we love. Here comes Santa Claus, There Goes Peter Cottontail and The Grinch Who Stole Christmas are humongous subtle lies some of us tell our children. (Even though I still believe in them personally.)

The lies that really hurt us, others or the world in general are the big lies that suppress us as a people. Governments, corporations, and organized religion are good at these types of big black widow lies.

These are the kind of lies our government told to our American Indian brothers and sisters.

The throwing in the wrench lie.

Then to conclude this little essay I will speak about the throwing in the wrench lie. It is when you tell a lie in order to see how gossip spreads. This is a fun one to practice. This is what gangsters do in order to find out where their loyalties lie. I have done this a couple of times to see where my loyalties abide but I prefer following my gut. It never lies!

“I guess every form of refuge has its price…” ain’t that the truth…

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