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The deeply sculpted, 3—D venue would go virtually flat in the symmetric cross—correlation of all equally—valued points of the panorama; and with attention so thoroughly spread (in sticky identification with every element, every eyelash or lacquered inlay catching the eye in its very corner with a bright—colored emphasis insistent as the immediate subject seated straight ahead) all objects would grow gigantic as they simultaneously "tesselated" in expandingly—subdividcd textures, as if the whole visual field was a wall of ramifying parquetry and then the very Intensity of all that electric trigger would begin to punch an expanding hole right in the center of cognition, like the hole melted in the middle of cellophane held too near a heater that opens slowly at first, then rapidly spreads in all directions in buckling consumption of its substance toward the opposite edges— and as the hole in cognition opened out it caused the tessellate points of equipotential awareness to spread and diffract, flying rapidly off at the edges like galaxies in the Doppler effect diffusing into a subtle, marginal fog of perception that slowly consolidated...and through the tunnel bored in the hole of that enveloping fog there would appear a dark dimensional corridor, its convergence toward a nebulous vanishing point seeming to suck up the very soul in its implicit vacuum and then, to secure the invitation, out of the fog would condense a club—like hand, an appendage—of—beckoning more like the blue-grey claw of a crayfish or lobster... Better for a thousand factors in creation at the present time that the Magician refrain, following only those circumstances strung by the Ariadne's thread of the Process he was specifically there to serve—which if It would, might open out that self-same Window as it had before, but upon an Alchemical Garden in keeping with specimens Logoically seeded as botanically—fit form for the Earth. As for the spacedorks, it was only obvious such psychic policy was genial to their purposes—for they kept perfect concord with their initial approach of apprising by subtle cues the proximity of their presence, while remaining content to found the testimony of their business on what might altogether be gathered in the sum presenta— What, then, was it ultimately that they wished to convey to the terrestrial attention they'd succeeded in drawing? During the course of the conversation Betty reaffirmed in different ways the "revelatory" conclusion promised by Fowler as payoff to The Watchers, that finalizing word delivered in cathedralhush from the back of the book: they were here to introduce us to...Spirit. Theirs was ultimately a spiritual presence and purpose, we learn in the last pages as a large gulp traverses Mr. Fowler's throat, for surely this is the sole way to account for those otherwise baffling events of nonordinary nature, the peregrine reports of processes and perceptions from which were coined virtually sui generis the present prevalent phrase in UFO circles, i.e. "high strangeness factor"...the only way to resolve and reconcile those very problematic portions of the Andreasson (hypnotic) testimony which for virtually the extent of the first two books kept both Fowler and J. Alien Hynek "at bay", as it were, utterly unable to integrate elements of so suddenly a dreamlike character and aggressively mystic tone with the initial mise en scene that seemed safely—-enough composed of credible details suited to a high-tech sensibility. Could there, in recent memory, have been a greater anticlimax delivered by a book which—long—awaited by many as it was— promised so much by the very nature of the progressing material? That "they" were here, ultimately, to introduce poor Earth—-slob humanity to a real Spiritual treat it was sadly lacking, could have been delivered as an end—conclusion only by the very psyche that had rigidly resisted the same sorts of evidences tendentiously leading to this disclosure, being utterly unable for the longest time to identify such 145 T-Bird_Vs_The_Flying_saucers.htm tion of their real Subject, through the words and demeanc overall "sense" of who and what Betty Luca Andreasson had be : A Gift Horse with No Mouth