Aliens in Fashion.

I read fashion magazines. Elle, Vogue, Marie Claire (more than a fashion mag, but...) Nylon and the rest. So I saw this AD a few weeks ago and thought the same exact thing: This model looks like an Alien. The extended eyes, the pronounced nostrils and lack of a nose altogether. The ears... the angle...the freaking cheeks. Dammit. I can't exactly put a finger on it, but I shop at Sephora and methinks they're trying to tell the public, "We had help inventing this makeup!" At least one industry isn't afraid of disclosure. I kid. I kid.

Read more here.

This Politician's mom is an alien, and he doesn't give two shits if everyone knows it!

Dayum. I'm kinda jealous because I have no idea what my alien mom looks like.

You can read more fantastic plastic here.

Rise of the NEW Illuminati

Whatever you thought you knew about the Illuminati, forget it. Whatever you thought you knew about Freemasonry, forget that too. The Cormons used to scare me. The idea of 9 very powerful beings being able to tap into a netherworld and pull etherbeings through to this world. Yeah, I shit my pants when I first heard about it. But guess what? This is 2012. This is not the age of Faeiries when the rich elitist rewrote Druidic history. This is a time when power comes from money and influence and guess what? The pop stars influence your children. The reality stars. The mediocrity of america. The kids who never wanted to be Scientists or President. They rule the world and they rule it while undermining the devil while at the same time worshipping him. The new illuminati is underfoot. Don't believe me?

Watch this. Watch this and then hide your children. Or don't bother. It's already too late.

They said the devil would come and you wouldn't even know. Guess what? Someone was right.
I don't know if Jay-Z and Kanye West are aware of the symbolism they are popularizing, but it's old, it's ancient and it's associated with the big bad ugly.

Right about now I wish Jesus and his sandals would finally make an appearance. Or... maybe i wish I was rich enough to build a place to hide in when shit hits the fan.




If you can't spot all the illuminati and freemason imagery than you were BORN YESTERDAY!

(* I love this song)

Inception...

Last night I had a dream. I don't think the dream itself is important. Neither do I think the dream that I had the night before was important. But there was one element that has kept me on edge all day. Somehow, someone from my last dream made it into my other dream... and she knew it. In fact, she said to me, "Remember me? I was in your last dream." And this has NEVER happened before.

Actually, it has. But not like this. I have had dreams with recurring characters who had no idea they that they were recurring characters. I was always the only one who knew who was who and whether or not a dream was recurring or a continuation. This led me to believe that it was all a DREAM, as in, all in MY head. That the people in my dream were not real, actual living people. They were dream people. Figments of my imagination.

And now, I am not so sure. For someone in my dream to know they are a part of it to me just doesn't seem right. In fact, as a child when I came across repetitive themes and characters I was a sort of hero... an Alice or Dorothy, ushering them from dream to dream. They were always clueless. It was those experiences that led me to believe that Frank Baum, George McDonald and Lewis Carroll (to name a few) were aware of the worlds they wrote about because perhaps they had dreamed of them, not as dreams, but as alternate worlds with lost souls who were always unawares of their complete existence.

I started to write a book based on the dream world I thought these characters inhabited. And then I grew up. I moved away from haunted houses. Lost touch with friends who embraced the occult and I became a semblance of boring and normal.

And now, the people of the dreams are back. Or maybe I am just reading too much into it. The only way to know for sure is if she shows up again. What then?

Brad Steiger on BOA!!!

W/ A post show bonus interview with WHITLEY STRIEBER...

ull Preview: We kick things off by finding out what motivates Brad to keep writing about and researching the paranormal after over 50 years in the field. Having seen the rise and fall of numerous genres within the esoteric milieu, we get Brad's take on why some fields seem to emerge and take hold of the consciousness of people. Brad recounts the stunning popularity of 'table tipping' in World War II and explains why the spiritual practice became a sensation during those difficult times. This leads to Brad reflecting on how the quest for spirituality has become an individual journey for people and how this overall concept applies to paranormal research as well.

The conversation turns to how the Internet has fundamentally changed the paranormal field for authors like Brad, who have produced a myriad of written works, and for everyday people searching for answers to these esoteric mysteries. This leads to us discussing the meteoric rise of technology, especially in portable formats, in recent years and how it appears to be trending towards a merging of man and machine. Brad speaks to the importance of keeping up with the technology if paranormal researchers are to reach new audiences, but also reflects on how the ease of publishing and broadcasting has lead to a massive oversaturation of paranormal content online.

Next we examine the frenzy surrounding 2012 and Brad reflects on the cyclical nature of apocalyptic thinking, which seems to peak at the end of each century. Brad details how the discovery of America by Columbus was actually fueled by apocalysm. In keeping with the discussion on the cyclical nature of things, Brad details his 1975 book Roadmap of Time. This leads to discussion on lost civilizations that pre-date human history and Brad talks about the importance of South America in these concepts. He also shares the story of a massive ancient city discovered in a dried lake in Russia as well as a cave found underwater which contains remarkable paintings on the walls.

The talk about ancient advanced civilizations then turns to time travel and why Brad is skeptical of the concept, in general, due to the 'Grandfather Paradox.' From there, we go down a completely different path to discuss the enigmatic Bigfoot and Brad explains why he has "mixed feelings" about the creature. Brad recounts his attempts to solve the Bigfoot riddle, how the solution continues to elude him, and why it appears to be some kind of multi-dimensional entity. This leads to us talking about companion species, such as elves and faeries, sharing the Earth with humans.

*This is a GREAT, can't miss interview. I wish I could shrink Steiger and put him in my pocket...

Giants of Antiquity and beyond

Lately I've been rolling my eyes at the tales of women copulating with angels. Yeah, I know, some people actually believe that shit, but where do we draw that fine number two pencil line in the sand? Why do I have a problem with this, you may ask? It's simple, no woman has ever given birth to a giant. Now, let me clarify: Some people who've been born from average height mothers and shorter have grown to Basketball star heights and with the aid of an overactive pituitary gland, some have found their way into the guinness book.

I'm not talking about them. I'm talking about the men of reknown. The giants who were the sons of watchers, born of the daughters of man, who were Jack and The Beanstalk GIANTS. Not. Gonna. Happen. Not saying it didn't happen then, but I think that people are pretending they don't know there's an elephant in the room.

Once upon a time, everything was big. Tree, animals, lizards, insects (still animals, but you know what I mean). Things you couldn't even imagine being so huge these days, like rodents were big enough to rival trees. Yes, everything was big. They called it the Pleistocene epoch. Everything was HUGE!

So, if we push back the biblical tales a bit, is it possible that the People of that epoch were huge too? I am going out on a limb here, but honestly it all boils down to logic: Giant women will beget giant children. And giant men who fly (most likely in spaceships) can only have sex with women who are the SAME SIZE.

There is no way we can turn a blind eye to the fact that when the SONS OF GOD SAW THAT THE DAUGHTERS OF MAN WERE BEAUTIFUL... what giant see's a teeny tiny woman as beautiful? Better still, what teeny tiny woman is surviving in an age when everything else is larger than the empire state or thereabouts?

People say, "Don't take it literally" and yet that is what they do all day when they try to force feed scripture to you. So the next time someone starts quoting the bible, hit them with the something to think about: How did Arch angels, or the hierarchy of heaven manage to impregnate average sized human women and create GIANTS for offspring? Because the bible says there were giants in the earth in those days WHEN the sons of god, ---not BECAUSE--- the sons of god hooked up with the daughters of man.

Yeah, there were giants in those days. Every last one of them.

The Vatican and Freemasons

I've just finished watching BRAD MELTZER's 'DECODED' . An episode on the death of Pope John Paul the 1st. The accusations and conspiracies abound. At the center of it all is the idea of the Freemasons taking control of the Vatican and killing the Pope to keep secrets. But the one thing that sticks out like a sore thumb (and the one thing no one is really mentioning) is the fact that John Paul the 1st died '33' days after he took to the Papacy.

The number '33' just reeks of Freemasonry and if there is one thing us common folk have come to know it's that the Freemasons adhere to strict rules and rigors of their belief system. To make John Paul the 1st's death a powerful page in Freemason history they had to make it symbolic. Why not use a symbol of importance like the number '33'?

Just stating the obvious.

Twenty-twelve

If you've never had the pleasure of walking passed a doomsayer, then you've clearly missed out and should rethink your life. In all seriousness, nothing beats having someone push the concept of 'end times' down your throat. "The end is nigh... repent...repent...repent." Truth be told, I think a few people *cough* Christians *cough* forgot that their savior died for EVERYONEs sins. SO what are we repenting for? The Kardashians?

The fact is, January 1st came and went, and yes, we are only into day two of the prophesied year of OMG!ZOMBIES!ASTEROIDS!HURRICANES!VOLCANOES!DIEHUMANSDIE! scenarios, but oddly enough the year seems to have come in pretty quiet.

For starters, no one really got out this year. Many of the people I have known to raise a few too many glasses at some of the most crowded clubs, opted to stay home this year. And yeah, maybe Times Square was crowded, but was it as crowded as in previous years?

I stayed in with family, drank a little, watched a little tv and ate ate ate. But I didn't feel a shiver in me timbers when the ball dropped. I had no resolutions to set into action. All the hoopla from all the "HFR"s of the world made 2012 out to be the year of epic badness and I am just wondering if the year will live up to our imaginations.

If you've ever read The Secret and believed that our thoughts and desires manifest, well then, you will have to consider that if something bad does go down, like... let's say, mass extinction... then every person who's ever been a strong believer in 2012 is responsible.

If anyone needs to repent, it's the people who want the world to end simply because they can't pay their bills or get along with their boss. What about the rest of us? Maybe we like it here. Maybe we want you to shut up and do something about your problems instead of hoping some massive event will wipe them away.

In fact, if anything bad does go down in 2012, I say the rest of us prepare to kick all the doomsayers asses! For the betterment of ALL HUMANKIND.

Black Peter

I don't know who came up with him first. Who saw him first, or maybe who made him up, but sometimes I just feel the need to remind kids who say, "There's no such thing..." that Santa Claus does exist. And why wouldn't he? They say if you believe in God, then you have to believe there's a devil. Well, since I've seen the opposite of Santa Claus, it's only logical to think that the story about the Jolly old elf with a sack full of toys has some basis in truth.

Fact is, I was probably one of the few teenagers who still believed in Santa Claus. I made it a habit of scaring little kids in the family by reminding them that Santa Claus was watching (like some Seasonal Big Brother) and that I knew how to reach him to let him know who was naughty and who was just plain annoying.

I even had an idea, however ridiculous it was, that Santa Claus didn't keep an actual tangible, paper list. No. The list was just some cosmic alert system. If you believed, Santa left you something. If you didn't believe, you didn't get anything. The end.

And why did I believe all this? If you've never heard of Black Peter, I'm going to let you in on a little secret: The Grinch is not entirely fictional. Somewhere, somehow there's a darker, creepier and perhaps sinister version of the Smiling, red-cheeked old man on a Coca-Cola can.

In tradition, Santa Claus (Or Sinterklaas) is loosely based on Saint Nicholas, a 4th century Bishop who was known for his generosity. In Iceland, Santa Claus is in fact no different from the God Odin. The fact that Father Christmas is associated with a God is probably what should raise a few eyebrows among Ancient Alien Theorists.

Odin road around on a sky chariot being propelled by a magical creature similar to a reindeer. The creature was eight-legged, and originally (before Rudolph was invented), Santa Claus had eight reindeer. But Odin only left gifts for the children who fed his eight-legged beast.

Now, Black Peter, although never associated with evil, was (according to the Dutch) a helper of Sinterklaas. Not much else is known about Black Peter and maybe what I know as Black Peter isn't really him at all, but everything has an opposite, and if Santa Claus has one... I've seen him.

I was twelve and honestly, to this day I don't exactly remember why I decided to sleep on the couch. But I was the sort of kid that always wanted to prove something truth or false. I vaguely remember a pact with my sister to see if Santa Claus was real, but it's vague and I can't be certain. What I do remember is falling asleep on the couch, in front of the Christmas Tree.

It took me a while to finally knock out because the pulsing lights danced behind my eyelids. When I did fall asleep I was abruptly awakened by the fact that I was in complete darkness. The lights were no longer flashing in my eyelids. I had the unnerving feeling that something was standing over me, blocking out the lights.

Growing up in a haunted house, you learn a few things. First, never open your eyes when you KNOW something is standing over you and, Second, never ever assume it's just your mom. I had run in's with that kind of stupidity. Thinking the lady in white standing by my window was my mom, or the vague outline of a dark mass standing at the foot of the bed was my mom. Not this time. I was hyper-aware that whatever was standing over me was radiating a malevolence that my mother did not possess.

I remember talking myself into breathing calmly. Into making the thing, whatever it was, believe that I was still asleep. I had succeeded because eventually the darkness was replaced with the twinkling lights of the Christmas tree. But whatever it was, it wasn't gone. Yet.

Plink! Plink! Christmas ornaments were dropping to the floor. Had it not been for the Skirt around the tree, they would have made enough noise to rouse my mother. Instead they fell with dull thuds, surviving the impact only to be crushed moments later by something making its way around the tree.

I listened to the crushing and crackling of smashed ornaments and the rustling of the tree before realizing that the dark foreboding I had felt moments ago was gone. It was safe to open my eyes. Or so I thought. When I did, I tried the 'slit-method'. A method practiced by millions of kids across the globe. It is the act of opening your eyes just enough to see but not enough to be seen.

At first I saw nothing. It wasn't until I opened my eyes wider and focused that I realized the tree was misshapen. It was bent over from the top and behind it stood a being so tall it had to crook it's head slightly to fit under the ceiling. It was as black as coal, and furry, not like an animal, but just like The Grinch. A humanoid with tufts of hair, in a dirty red suit. The kind of thing a drunken and battered Santa Claus working at a local food mart would wear.

Worst of all, it had red eyes. Not glowing red. Not evil red. But more like a crimson, or fiery red that burned as it looked at me. And what I got from the creature wasn't a feeling of absolute evil as much as a feeling that this thing was OUT-OF-PLACE. It did not belong here and it knew it. It shouldn't have been there and the fact that it was meant something else was wrong.

Even more odd was the sense that it was more afraid of me. But at the same time, it scared the hell out of me. Tall, dark beings in tattered old Santa suits do not hover over you on Christmas morning. I wish I could tell you more but the last thing I remember is blacking out.

The next morning the memory of Black Peter was vague and I didn't mention the encounter at all. We ate breakfast and we played Christmas music as we opened our gifts and I had all but forgotten about that 'weird dream' from the night before until my mother made her way to the back of the tree in search of more gifts.

"Who broke all of these ornaments and hid them behind the tree?" She said. Earlier that morning she mentioned the fact that the tree looked sparse, as if some ornaments were missing. Let's just say, I have yet to see proof of Old Saint Nick, but I have seen proof that however ridiculous a story may be to you as you come into adult hood and shun your child hood beliefs, just remember one thing: Every story begins somewhere.

The Peruvian alien is making the rounds

It has a non-human appearance because the head is triangular and big, almost the same size as the body. At first we believed it to be a child's body until Spanish and Russian doctors came and confirmed that, yes, it's an extraterrestrial being.

NAW! Really?

Of Giant heads and NO PROOF

Philip Coppens has an interesting article on the Mysterious Guatemalan stone head. My only question is how come no one has taken a picture of it recently. Just because it's been partially destroyed that doesn't mean it isn't still standing.

You can soak it all in here.

Let it be know, from hence forth... and yadda yadda...

...that if Micah (I've got a crush on you) Hanks can call himself a Keelian Researcher, then I hereby call myself: Tina Sena, Colemanian Researcher and... um... stuff.

And now, you may return to your regularly scheduled broadcast.

Why Nicholas Cage is not a vampire...

                                                                 (Count Bull-Crapula)

A few months ago a picture straight from EBAY began to circulate the world wide web. It was an 1864 image of  a confederate prisoner that bore a striking resemblance to the actor Nicholas Cage. Theories on top of lame ass theories came to light. One more popular idea was that Cage was a time travelling Vampire. Well, for those of you who need an answer, I have it.

Nicholas Cage is not a vampire. Why? Well because we've overlooked the obvious: Vamps can't be captured in photographs. The end.

Please people, use your imagination for more important things like John Travolta, the time travelling ALIEN.

Giant heads

Every so often Mayan culture becomes a topic of discussion. It has nothing to do with the worlds sudden fixation on Archaeology. People are just dumb enough to want to fulfill a man-made prophecy of impending gloom and doom. It's been pounded into modern, popular perception that the Maya predicted the end of the world: December 21, 2012.

Never mind the incredible pyramids or the fascination with human sacrifice... it's all about a calendar that ends on a certain day. And so, it comes as a relief when people finally start to relate the Maya to other shit entirely... like this giant head of unknown origin...

Producer Raul Julia-Levy (and son of the late actor Raul Julia) is making a documentary that states, unequivocally that the Maya associated with extraterrestrials. You can read on here.

Loren Coleman @ BOA

What's better than listening to Tim Binnall? Listening to Tim Binnall interview Loren Coleman. I shouldn't have to elaborate. Just go and listen.

Full Preview: We kick things off by finding out about Loren's International Cryptozoology Museum, which moved to a larger location on 11 Avon Street in Portland, Maine on October 30th. Loren details the origins and evolution of the museum, which began in his home in 2003 and, ultimately, became an international sensation when it opened its doors to the public in 2009. Loren discusses the massive media coverage that the museum has received as well as the reaction from skeptics and pop culture anthropologists. This leads to some discussion on how the museum serves as a unique research opportunity as it affords Loren the chance to see a wide array of visitors with varying degrees of cryptozological interests and beliefs. We also reflect on how the museum serves as a clearinghouse of crypto materials so that researchers' collections can be preserved and not discarded or destroyed.

Diving into pure cryptozoology talk, we begin with Bigfoot and reflect on both the resurgence in interest in the creature and also have Loren share his thoughts on where we stand in the quest to prove its existence. Loren talks about the paradox of high interest in Bigfoot contrasted with low funding for real expeditions as well as potential "secret projects" being undertaken to help solidify the case for the creature. Loren then shares a bold prediction on how Bigfoot may ultimately being proven to be real and explains how he came to that conclusion. Along those lines, he details an expedition along those lines which proved fruitless due to mistakes made by the researcher.

The conversation then leads to discussi

And there you have it, folks...

The answer to everything. No really.

A Magnetic Anomaly Map of the world can tell you about all the places where Unicorns are buried and UFO's land to get a cappuccino. However, that's not what mainstream science is saying. They have a really smart explanation that has to do with anomalies originating in rock. Yup. Because Science is cool. Or, maybe because no one is every gonna admit that giant machines are turning at the center of the earth where evil, hungry reptilians are madly tapping at their Ipad 5000's, trying to figure out a way to get tasty humans to visit hollow earth.

You can read more here.

Tonight PBS is gonna teach you Morons some SCIENCE

The Fabric of the Cosmos, hosted by Brian Greene airs tonight at 9pm on PBS. It's a four-parter, playing every wednesday night so you really have to ask yourself, "Do I watch a famous Physicist teach me something about the Universe... or, do I watch Ancient Aliens and feel once again compelled to punch something every time the narrator says, 'Ancient Alien Theorists'...?" Hmmm... so many tough decisions.

NOVA

Of Hobbits and Moons

In the newly released ART OF THE HOBBIT, J.R.R. Tolkien's original artwork for the HOBBIT is on display and bears and uncanny resemblance to the Lunar Landscape and the odd/anomalous/artificial looking moonbases/buildings that have been making the rounds on the web for years.

Talk about things that make ya go, 'Holy crap!'... you can see more images here.

It all falls down...

It's that time of year again. A holiday that has been so easily misconstrued and revamped for the consumer masses (much like Christmas), that it's been reduced to costumes and candy. There was a time when Old Hallow's Eve actually meant a lot more than annoying little kids in pop-culture attire, knocking on your door, hoping to score a snack-sized snickers.

But who cares about that now? The fact that Halloween no longer invokes ANY fear is what you wanted isn't it? It's been pounded into your head. The dead don't come back and ghosts don't exist and Halloween is just an excuse to be mischievous and greedy. We get it. Actually, 'We' get it... but the rest of you nine-to-fivers are clueless.

Every year a certain Hollywood monster makes it into the pantheon of epic plumage and this year the title goes to the Zombie. Once the c-list monster no one gave two shits about, the Zombie has risen to Dracula status. There are Zombie walks and Emmy award winning Zombie television shows. The Zombie has become a symbol of all things dissident, from OCCUPY WALLSTREET to TERRORISM to a fear of the self-fulfilling prophecy of the end times.

Just when you thought Zombies were a geek phenom, the UFO community has gotten in on the whole trend, starting with an episode of ANCIENT ALIENS that aired last week. Aliens resurrecting the dead. Scientists are using Zombies to make a case for bio-terrorism and the psychology of humanity at the end of the world and now Ufologists are making a case for an actual Zombie apocalypse.

Five words: Are you fucking kidding me?

Is anyone employing their knowledge of biology here? Better yet, is anyone sane anymore? Don't get me wrong, I love Zombies. No, I mean, I LOVE ZOMBIES. I consider myself a connoisseur of the Undead. Every movie, comic book, token novel, television show... you name it... I've seen it, I own it and I know about it. And yes, I have been known to joke about the impending fictional Zombie invasion I'm preparing for. But for cripes sakes, as if the sheeple haven't enough to worry about, now mass media is drilling the idea of Zombies-as-reality into their heads.

No money. No jobs. No hope. Oh, and now you may have to prepare for Zombies. Really? Is this how we invoke Mass hysteria nower days? Forget that infamous Hallow's Eve broadcast of Orson Welles that proved people are really, really dumb. Soon we may find ourselves coveting the last can of spam and barricading our doors, in preparation for the raising of the dead.

Nostradamus would be proud. If only because he succeeded in converting a whole new generation of suckers. Happy Halloween.

Stonehenge in the Black Forest

Every so often something is discovered and if it's megalithic it's tied to the stars. According to Archaeology News Network a Celtic calendar found in a mound at the royal burial site of Magdeleneberg is focused toward the moon which is the exact opposite of Stonehenge and it's utilization of the sun.

According to researchers, tombs at Magdeleneberg mimic the sky constellations of the Northern Hemisphere. Of course the researchers were aided by computers which says a lot about the builders of Magdeleneberg. They didn't have computers... or did they, because ya know, if you've been watching ANCIENT ALIENS on The History Channel, the aliens can do everything and our ancestors couldn't even wipe their asses.

What peaks my interest is the name Magdeleneberg. It's very close to Magdelene or Magdelena which is very obviously feminine in nature and more closely related to Mary of Magdelene/Mary Magdelene. So, who exactly was buried there?

A quick trip to The Megalithic Portal only gave me enough information to suspect only MEN were buried there because, nar der, women didn't exist back then. Like, everybody KNOWS that.

You can read more here.