The esoteric community has been throwing me for a loop lately. I had surgery on my lung and lived in ICU for six days, and the entire time all I wanted to do was get out of that bed, get the tube out of my rib cage and go monster hunting. It's who I am and at the same time, it's who I wish I was. I didn't die, even though I could have had I decided to ignore the fact that I could no longer think straight, sleep or breathe. But I didn't die. Instead, some great men who were the foundation stones of this community died. What did it teach me? To keep doing my thing. Screw the naysayers. I was born alone and I will die alone, so I've got no one to impress by myself. I think we all need to come together and recognize that the bully in the playground (the Shermer's and his brethren), are just insecure about their place in the world. They want everyone to think like them. They're already losing. They're losing because for as many know-it-all skeptics there are, cocking their heads and talking sideways, there's equally smart ufologists/paranormalists/esotericanas who know their shit and have known their shit for decades. If there's going to be a fight, bring it on. There's more on our end. There's more brains, brawn, passion and potential. Case-in-point, I watched the UFO HUNTERS episode about the starchild skull. I saw a replica of the skull become a face and it was NOT human. Its ears were too low and it's eyes were too big. It's neck was too skinny and its cranial capacity was epic. If a skeptic can look at that and still see a human being, then we can all clearly point out the idiots in the room.
