THE SECOND HAND HUMAN CONDITION?

CliffMickelson

Hi Cliff

At http://www.zetatalk.com/index/zeta228.htm it says that the Deep Impact probe was not actually sent to the comet Tempel 1 but rather to the Earth's dark twin. Is there a way that this can be looked at based on observations that have been made available so far?

-John

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Greetings, John:

I don't know.

Some folks open their egg on the small end and others on the large. The pressing issue for those who crack the egg in the middle is which group to assimilate, re-educate or eradicate first.

In the end, your guess will be as good as mine.

But, since you have opened up Pandora's box, let's have some fun.

In answer to one of your questions, of course there are many ways this question can be looked at. There are likely as many ways to look at it as there are observers.

In the end, we are dealing with the subjective nature of a perceived reality and to some extent it's relativity.

Both are served to us as second hand meals.

Who's word do we take? Do we take NASA's word or the Zeta's?

Here is where we discover that the art of truly successful mind control, (hence "reality" creation) is often a preemptive one.

If nothing else, it is labor intensive and requires a good press agent.

In this context, as in most other similar cases, we are being asked to take someone's "word" for it that something has occurred.

We are often intensely courted in hopes that we will allow the seduction to adopt itself as our personal "reality"

The pre-packaged actualization of this event is based on the consumer credit card of "faith"

To buy on credit is what we are expected to do no matter which party we are persuaded to side with. Either one covets the life blood of interest that is charged.

It is most curious that the endless seduction to win over "faith," seeks to house itself in an edifice we must construct on the perception of persuasive credibility.

Nothing more, nothing less. A bit flimsy for a foundation, but, hey! What the heck!

So the seeming reality of any event "actualization" itself as a "reality" for many of the potential customers being sought is thereby create-able for only those who are willing to submit to its pre-conditioned requirements...

Often this pursuit assumes the nature of a popularity contest; one that on a personal intercourse or exchange between parties, commonly originates out of thin air and validates itself via the same currency.

Kind of reminds me of the way the Federal Reserve functions!

We must all assume on the basis of faith in order to function socially.

Ergo: I assume the sun will rise tomorrow, that certain terrorists did indeed destroy the World Trade center, that you are John and I am Cliff.

However, I am more certain that I am Cliff than I am that you are John, but in the end I am perplexed to truly "prove" either to myself.

You are afflicted similarly. In many cases we both may be more certain of the (so called) factual basis of our assumptions than in others.

If a man says that he is my father, I can prove that he is indeed related if I am willing to do the research. This is the value of science. Yet in the end, it too, falls victim to the relative requirements of faith.

If the Government says that the Tonkin Gulf event did occur and then drafts me because of it, am I now a tool of a lie or the truth?

If the lie is never challenged will it be the truth? And if a lie, will my reality be condemned as the same or will it eventually be redeemed by a superior metaphysical dynamic that will eventually dissolve the unstable elements that form the compounded lie?

Either way, the immediacy of the issue is...I am much less able to personally validate the precepts that I am given second hand and that then place a third party demand upon me that I integrate it as an important part of my reality.

So....

Who sent the probe? NASA or the Zeta's?

Did it land on the comet or on Earth's dark twin?

We must all make that choice if we wish to participate in such a media event and assign it lasting personal significance.

What do you think occurred? And...more importantly, "How" does it really matter to those who are currently disenfranchised from the selling point advertised as the value of the issue.

-CliffMickelson

STARLINGS STAR IN STARRY EYED THESPIAN'S ILL-STARRED PRODUCTION!

The ubiquitous Starling!

If ever an avian avatar were to embody the essence of Loki, he would chose the form of the Starling as the vehicle best suited to ruffle the feathers of we mortals!

The Starling is a pest who's greatest redeeming value is that it is the bird you love to hate.

Starlings are not native to the United States. They were first introduced to North America from England in the late 1800s by an itinerant admirer of Shakespeare named Eugene Scheiffelin.

This fine gentleman had a keen ken for all the fictionally feathered fellows that once flew about the playwright's Globe.

The dapper Mr. S, (No doubt working as a secret agent for the Crown) released 60 Starling in New York's Central Park.

Apparently the Starlings took their role to heart, for it seems that now... all the world is their stage.

Pandora's box had been opened!

And....From those sixty or so winged wraiths of woe are now descended the estimated one to two billion starlings currently patrolling the skies of North America.

Starlings are exceptionally intelligent little rascals!

As the beleaguered owner of a few dozen Cherry trees I can attest that in a head to head contest, the only birdbrain to be found at the scene of the crime is ... yours truly!

A Starling knows the difference between Cliff with a 12 gauge and Cliff with no 12 gauge!

I am barely out the door with ol' Betsy freshly primed and cradled in my arms before the word is out. Down to the ground go the Starlings as they commence an amazing show of evasive action between the trees. Meanwhile, their less mentally gifted cousins, the blackbirds and the Robins, are left sitting in the tree wondering what the heck all the commotion is about.

"Uh...Duh..Hey George! Yea, you with the cherry in your mouth!....Who is that guy pointing that metal "stick" at us, anyway"?

Meanwhile, a mile or so away, (And at least fifteen minutes later) the supreme council of the Starling Varmint and Pest Association send back a scout to see if Cliff has the temerity to still be parked under what he mistakenly believes is next winter's cherry preserves!

Our chosen flying feathered friend is no fool! He will make a wide loop around the orchard unerringly out of range of the shotgun.

Starlings have eyesight that would beggar that of an eagle. If Six-gun Cliff has stumbled back into the house for a cup of morning grog, the all clear is sounded; then like the locusts that plagued Egypt...a cloud of doom for this years cherry crop descends from the heavens!

Just give those foul feckless fowl a half hour! That's all the time they need to relieve any cherry tree owner of the necessity for hiring pickers!

To add a wee bit of cavalier, "in your face" insult to a pirate's premeditated injury, All Starlings KNOW the range of a shotgun! I

t's gotta' be genetic! No Starling EVER flies a straight path when artillery is in the picture. Instead the entire congregation of wannabe sinners will make a wide loop around the intended object of their thievery, all the while hurling immense amounts of raucous feathered invective at the source of their frustration.

But not to worry. The choir from hell will be back! And when they do, they will bring their next of kin from the land of brimstone to share in the delicious fruits of sin!

Starlings! Truly... the bird you LOVE to hate!

It's no wonder the English learned to bake them in a pie! It was the only way they could at least get some of their stolen produce back!

-CliffMickelson