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haviorally influenced, but not controlled—at least not until such time as we might fall prey because of the passive habit of our will to the type of coercive, mechanical or formal regulation such passivity implicitly invites." "So these dudes, like, hang out in their little saucers and cups above the planet and sort of shoot pirate—radio broadcasts all day long?" Hopper takes obvious pleasure from his rhetorical query as he strokes his stubbly wo -.4 beard. "It seems that all the ancient stories and folklore about forbidden caverns, underground systems of tunnels going down into whole other worlds beneath the Earth and so on—you know like 'Sesame' and other tales of secret openings in the sides of mountains, mysterious holes in the middle of the desert—have a basis in fact." "Whereas we're taught to believe that there's basically a solid mass under us compressed into magma and intense temperatures toward the core, there's actually an entire, mediating world of levels and intertwined passages like a gigantic antfarm that snakes to incredible depths and stretches all across the globe connecting landmasses and continents by secret tubules, and running under the ocean floors. And there are all manner of civilizations in the vast underground caverns that are connected by these passages, some of which are populated by the ancestors of ancient refugees from surface cataclysms, some of which are inhabited by alien lifeforms from other dimensional galaxies of space and time that find it's much more convenient to establish these quasi—permanent underground outposts than to shuttle back and forth from their native worlds to this..." "And why, pray tell, do they want to set up shop here in the first place?" Hopper challenges with mellow pugnaciousness, taking a deep hit while the campfire crackles like the popping of gigantic seeds... "It seems there's various motives, depending on the type of alien consciousness we're talking about." Jack palpably warms to his subject, knowing like a good attorney that he has his jury spellbound regardless what each intends to turn in as a verdict. "There's good aliens, who want to be of help in furthering man's evolutionary development and spiritual knowledge so that he am someday sit on the intergalactic council of cosmic caretakers along with them; and there's aliens that are basically neutral as far as man's own development is concerned but are involved by scientific curiosity—usually these types of aliens require Earth as a kind of watcringhole, or colony of natural resources; of course some of those natural resources have to do with man's genetic makeup, which these beings find heartier than their own since their development is 71 T-Bird_Vs_The_Flying_saucers.htm that seeks to resonate our psychic atmosphere—we're be— "Ah, here's the really weird part about it." "You mean it hasn't been weird so far?" "Pass that joint, would you..."