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Thursday, June 06, 2013
Wednesday, June 05, 2013
Alien Lore No. 249 — Mass Abduction in New Jersey?
By Jack Brummet, Alien Lore Ed
Illustration by Jack Brummet, © 2008
What follows is the witness narrative from a case file in the MUFON (Mutual UFO Network) database. The incident occurred on May 20th, 2013 in 'Jersey. Long Description of
Sighting Report — "I've always been a skeptic of aliens and UFOs, up until two nights ago, and I feel lost and confused, that's why I am here. I would like to start off by telling you that about 3 weeks ago I saw an unidentified flying object that looked like a fireball in the sky, and since then I have felt like I am being watched.
Illustration by Jack Brummet, © 2008
What follows is the witness narrative from a case file in the MUFON (Mutual UFO Network) database. The incident occurred on May 20th, 2013 in 'Jersey. Long Description of
Sighting Report — "I've always been a skeptic of aliens and UFOs, up until two nights ago, and I feel lost and confused, that's why I am here. I would like to start off by telling you that about 3 weeks ago I saw an unidentified flying object that looked like a fireball in the sky, and since then I have felt like I am being watched.
"Two nights ago as I was about to go to sleep I saw something in my room through my peripheral vision. I don't remember going to sleep, but I do remember waking up in a metal room and I was lying on a metal bed and I was restrained.
"I struggled to turn my head and I saw many people lying in these metal beds just like mine and I focused on one in particular which I realized was my sister, it seemed that everyone was in some state of unconsciousness. At that point I realized that something was very wrong and I was conscious of the scary situation I was in. I started to panic and tried to free myself. At that point I realized that I was surrounded by short beings, they were grayish in color and seemed oblivious to the fact that I was trying to fight my way out of the restraints.
"I struggled to turn my head and I saw many people lying in these metal beds just like mine and I focused on one in particular which I realized was my sister, it seemed that everyone was in some state of unconsciousness. At that point I realized that something was very wrong and I was conscious of the scary situation I was in. I started to panic and tried to free myself. At that point I realized that I was surrounded by short beings, they were grayish in color and seemed oblivious to the fact that I was trying to fight my way out of the restraints.
"Suddenly out of nowhere came a bright light and another being appeared, this one was taller and had a more oval shaped head with indentations in it and it was almost tan in color. It communicated with me telepathically and I asked it what it was doing to us and it said "We are looking at your DNA." I asked it why it was doing this to us and it replied "All humans have alien DNA, but not all humans have the same alien DNA" I asked it where they were from and it said "We come from Sirius" and it also told me that they have been coming to me for a long time.
"At that point it disappeared and my fear returned and I started screaming from the top of my lungs, the next thing I remember is jumping up from my bed screaming waking up everyone in the house.I haven' t slept for 2 nights now....."
"At that point it disappeared and my fear returned and I started screaming from the top of my lungs, the next thing I remember is jumping up from my bed screaming waking up everyone in the house.I haven' t slept for 2 nights now....."
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Tuesday, June 04, 2013
The night Miles Davis was pummeled by an NYC cop (the week "Kind Of Blue" was released)
By Jack Brummet, American Music Ed.
From the original 1959 AP article "New York -- Miles Davis, 32, of 881 10th Avenue, a trumpeter now appearing in Birdland, 52nd Street and Broadway, was arrested after fighting with patrolman Gerald Kilduff, who had ordered him to move from crowded sidewalk. In the scuffle, Davis was hit on the head with a blackjack for which a St. Clare's ambulance had to be called. "
According to a recent article on the assault in New York magazine: a cop asked Miles to move from the crowded sidewalk. He said 'I work here' and, pointing to the club's marquee, 'That's my name up there.' A plainclothes cop, misreading the exchange, rushed over and beat Miles over the head. He was released on a $10,000 bail. Doctors put five stitches due in the wounds.
One of the commentators on a recent piece about this wrote: "Crazed Black Man Bangs Head On Nightstick as Policeman Stands Helplessly By"
This beatdown happened one week after the release of Kind Of Blue.
From the original 1959 AP article "New York -- Miles Davis, 32, of 881 10th Avenue, a trumpeter now appearing in Birdland, 52nd Street and Broadway, was arrested after fighting with patrolman Gerald Kilduff, who had ordered him to move from crowded sidewalk. In the scuffle, Davis was hit on the head with a blackjack for which a St. Clare's ambulance had to be called. "
According to a recent article on the assault in New York magazine: a cop asked Miles to move from the crowded sidewalk. He said 'I work here' and, pointing to the club's marquee, 'That's my name up there.' A plainclothes cop, misreading the exchange, rushed over and beat Miles over the head. He was released on a $10,000 bail. Doctors put five stitches due in the wounds.
One of the commentators on a recent piece about this wrote: "Crazed Black Man Bangs Head On Nightstick as Policeman Stands Helplessly By"
This beatdown happened one week after the release of Kind Of Blue.
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Drawing: Faces No. 505 - the staff meeting
By Jack Brummet
[Graphite pencil on 24" x 24" polyester "cloth"]
[Graphite pencil on 24" x 24" polyester "cloth"]
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Monday, June 03, 2013
Sunday, June 02, 2013
Saturday, June 01, 2013
Poem: The Quest
By Jack Brummet
It’s all one story—
A ragged shape-shifting tale
Of incredible coherence and constance,
Encompassing all you know,
All you don’t know you know,
And all you one day will know.
There is more
To be seen, tasted, heard, and felt
Than can ever be known or told.
Our myths flourish and spread,
Person to person,
And the mysteries of the seas and skies and stars
Fill our collective conscience
With mystical scenes,
Quests, and tales of greatness.
These myths, tales, and fables
Cannot be invented, ordered, or denied.
When you strip away the stage flats, makeup, and costumes,
It’s all one story
Starring our private heroes and dreams.
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It’s all one story—
A ragged shape-shifting tale
Of incredible coherence and constance,
Encompassing all you know,
All you don’t know you know,
And all you one day will know.
There is more
To be seen, tasted, heard, and felt
Than can ever be known or told.
Our myths flourish and spread,
Person to person,
And the mysteries of the seas and skies and stars
Fill our collective conscience
With mystical scenes,
Quests, and tales of greatness.
These myths, tales, and fables
Cannot be invented, ordered, or denied.
When you strip away the stage flats, makeup, and costumes,
It’s all one story
Starring our private heroes and dreams.
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Peace along the Columbia: a respite from the Sasquatch Festival
By Jack Brummet
I went for a walk at Sasquatch to clear my head, and stumbled into nothing.
Ten minutes after being in the middle of 25,000 people partying, all of a sudden I was completely alone with nary a human or animal in sight. And I shot this photograph.
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I went for a walk at Sasquatch to clear my head, and stumbled into nothing.
Ten minutes after being in the middle of 25,000 people partying, all of a sudden I was completely alone with nary a human or animal in sight. And I shot this photograph.
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Stazzi paints with Tonia Calderon
By Jack Brummet, Art Ed.
I had to share this photo of a budding young artist. On the left is my great (some people believe the correct term is "grand") nephew Stazzi working with the artist Tonia Calderon [http://www.toniacalderon.com/#!/home] on a painting of Malcolm X. Is this cool, or what?
I had to share this photo of a budding young artist. On the left is my great (some people believe the correct term is "grand") nephew Stazzi working with the artist Tonia Calderon [http://www.toniacalderon.com/#!/home] on a painting of Malcolm X. Is this cool, or what?
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Friday, May 31, 2013
Poem: The Islands from eight miles high
By Jack Brummet
To settle on the sea floor
Like an archipelago of Atlantises.
Islands come and go,
Bobbing up and bobbing down
Like lost corks
Drifting the seven seas,
Treading continents,
And the islands and straits.
They crest the waves
Beneath gathering clouds
As flocks of birds
Circumnavigate the globe,
Shuttling from landfall to landfall.
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Beneath a chiseled frieze of cerulean blue
Islands recede into the waterTo settle on the sea floor
Like an archipelago of Atlantises.
Islands come and go,
Bobbing up and bobbing down
Like lost corks
Drifting the seven seas,
Treading continents,
And the islands and straits.
They crest the waves
Beneath gathering clouds
As flocks of birds
Circumnavigate the globe,
Shuttling from landfall to landfall.
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