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The question that always comes to mind when reading about conspiracy theories like the Montauk project is: how much of this is borrowing from pop culture, how much of this kind of stuff is people twisting the narratives around whatever kernel of true Weird Shit happened to them into what existing stories condition them to expect, and just what is in the middle?
I mean, sheesh, one of the Montauk-related accounts I just read has a young girl being taken against her will into a door under a hill, where the strange people there do strange things. Much later in life a mysterious bit of metal is extracted from behind her ear.
Taken under the hill and elf-shot.
Now and then I run across descriptions of victims of Secret Mindfucked Operatives. Vast structures of involuted, abused personalities hidden behind "normal" ones, with elaborate keywords based on the Oz books - sometimes just the movie, sometimes the whole series of Baum's stuff. Sometimes other fiction like Alice, but mostly Oz. Clearly there's one source document to this that people are retelling and elaborating on. (Oh, and Wikipedia suggests that there is.)
I wonder if there's anyone out there poking at this stuff as folklore, as comparative mythology, as cultural detritus. The loop is already closed: the main story of the Montauk base might just well be inspired by "Forbidden Planet" and "Time Tunnel"... and how many video games use this sort of thing as their backstory, nowadays? How much of the "revised facts" of things like the Roswell Incident are revised by people slowly eliding the exaggerations that came back around to them into what they think is the truth about what happened to them?
I've felt this happening to me: there's a certain life-path that's the Transsexual Narrative, and I've caught myself looking back at my own life and trying to twist it to fit this myth, to help convince myself that a sex change was and is the right thing - even though there are some major discrepancies between my own life and the Standard Transsexual Narrative. Myth is powerful, even when you're half-conscious of its power.
Conspiracies are comforting because they suggest that someone, somewhere, actually knows what the fuck is going on, and has it under control. Even if they're malign, or terribly self-interested, or Machiavellian. Someone's in control, somewhere; the world is not flying off to some unintended direction as the result of the Brownian motion of everyone's individual, unthinking stupid monkey decisions.
I mean, sheesh, one of the Montauk-related accounts I just read has a young girl being taken against her will into a door under a hill, where the strange people there do strange things. Much later in life a mysterious bit of metal is extracted from behind her ear.
Taken under the hill and elf-shot.
Now and then I run across descriptions of victims of Secret Mindfucked Operatives. Vast structures of involuted, abused personalities hidden behind "normal" ones, with elaborate keywords based on the Oz books - sometimes just the movie, sometimes the whole series of Baum's stuff. Sometimes other fiction like Alice, but mostly Oz. Clearly there's one source document to this that people are retelling and elaborating on. (Oh, and Wikipedia suggests that there is.)
I wonder if there's anyone out there poking at this stuff as folklore, as comparative mythology, as cultural detritus. The loop is already closed: the main story of the Montauk base might just well be inspired by "Forbidden Planet" and "Time Tunnel"... and how many video games use this sort of thing as their backstory, nowadays? How much of the "revised facts" of things like the Roswell Incident are revised by people slowly eliding the exaggerations that came back around to them into what they think is the truth about what happened to them?
I've felt this happening to me: there's a certain life-path that's the Transsexual Narrative, and I've caught myself looking back at my own life and trying to twist it to fit this myth, to help convince myself that a sex change was and is the right thing - even though there are some major discrepancies between my own life and the Standard Transsexual Narrative. Myth is powerful, even when you're half-conscious of its power.
Conspiracies are comforting because they suggest that someone, somewhere, actually knows what the fuck is going on, and has it under control. Even if they're malign, or terribly self-interested, or Machiavellian. Someone's in control, somewhere; the world is not flying off to some unintended direction as the result of the Brownian motion of everyone's individual, unthinking stupid monkey decisions.
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Date: 2006-11-07 01:35 am (UTC)Heh. Ever read Joseph Campbell?
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Date: 2006-11-07 03:07 am (UTC)I keep on meaning to read Campbell, but I haven't. I'm familiar with the outlines of his ideas of "the Monomyth", though.
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Date: 2006-11-07 04:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-07 03:59 pm (UTC)And yeah. It's weird. Some stuff is so archetypical. At this point it's hard to figure out, what's external input, what's an individual's own imagination, and what's just going around.
Campbell's good, but he's from a very religious Catholic childhood, and I think part of how he comes to grips with not wanting to be specifically very Catholic in a world he considers to hold more truth. So it's good and bad; he simply can't imagine a culture being radically different, so it always seems like he's trying very hard to plug everything into the same archetypes, although usually also, he sounds right.
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Date: 2006-11-07 01:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-07 03:07 am (UTC)You cannot step twice into the same river, because you ARE the river.
Date: 2006-11-07 01:48 am (UTC)Re: You cannot step twice into the same river, because you ARE the river.
Date: 2006-11-07 03:23 am (UTC)I'm devouring this stuff with an attitude of "what if?". What if there is something there? What should I be seeing if so? and what correspondences emerge between far-flung stories - and why?
because, you know, I'd really like to be able to lay some of the blame on our world being this shitty due to our being led by malign lizard-people in the guise of humans, and I'd like to have some hope of there being aliens lurking aroud with hyperdrive because that means we might be able to get off this one planet we're choking to death...
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Date: 2006-11-07 01:58 am (UTC)both and neither...
conspiracies are real, but they're never totally successful...
there are secret wars that no one wins...
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Date: 2006-11-07 03:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-07 03:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-07 02:04 am (UTC)This does not mean we were kidnapped by aliens or drove through a time vortex or had a meeting with the sasquatch who hypnotized us afterwards to forget it happened.
I lost an hour and a half. I don't know why. That's as much as can be reasonably said about the matter.
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Date: 2006-11-07 03:11 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-11-07 03:16 am (UTC)And yeah - the essential problem with these conspiracy theories involving mental superscience, for me, is that geeze, we're so fucking stupid as regards care and maintenance of the human mind in this culture; I figure that these skills for disassembling and reassembling a person would have seeped out into some sort of spinoff effect by now if they were real. IN4MATI0N WANTZ 2 B FR33 and all that; secret techniques quickly get spread anyway when they actually work.
*assuming the whole MK-ULTRA spinoff of schitzo-kids-controlled-with-Oz-quotes thing is not, in fact, truer than I would prefer to hope
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Date: 2006-11-07 03:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-07 02:57 am (UTC)i shit you not :) however, this was the world series, this was boston, birthplace of 9/11, there were crazy crowds already drunk and in the streets. any number of wierd aligning reasons could've accounted for it.
but they were definitely two unmarked, black gunships, flying very low and very fast over the buildings. like -right- above us and -quiet- not silent, but definitely no louder than a passing car.
i cannot tell you how psyched i was about that :D this was a couple blocks from the ballpark, so i'm guessing they were scouting around for tourorists :D
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Date: 2006-11-07 03:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-07 06:47 am (UTC)Gunships? Are we talking Apaches (http://www.namsa.nato.int/gallery/systems/ah64-apache-3.jpg) or Cobras (http://www.richard-seaman.com/Wallpaper/Aircraft/Helicopters/SuperCobraDiving.jpg) here? Actual combat helicopters with weaponry?
'Cause, as far as I know, they ain't allowed to fly over a city, and especially not a low altitudes.
They have to fly very very high over population centers.
I once saw a Cobra fly over Downtown L.A., and it was very high indeed.
The only way I could even tell it was a Cobra was because I had binoculars with me.
I've seen helicopters fly overhead with no lights on at all, and from the sound, I think they
were Hughes/McDonnell-Douglas/Boeing 500s (http://www.geocities.com/Hollywood/2307/blue500E.jpg). It's been a while since I've seen them though.
I'm pretty familiar with helicopters, so I know what I see and hear.
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Date: 2006-11-07 11:29 am (UTC)not pretty familiar with helicopters. it could've been either of
of those you mention or something else. i'm still passingly familiar enough to know the shape of armaments on a craft when i see them, guns and rockets. it was not a trauma helicopter or media or police, etc. not in shape certainly, but more simply because these were quite black and entirely unmarked. it was a pair of them and they were low enough for me to hit with a fastball. if i could throw one. the stadium is right in the middle of the city, it was game day, and these were definitely passing by as close as they could get.
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Date: 2006-11-07 04:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-07 09:52 pm (UTC)Rings in my ears all the time. Except I'm sort of standing here and staring at this doorway. I look down it. There's a long and winding tunnel. Some of it open enough that I can get a good feel of what's coming. But it's so blurry... I can't be sure. It's so dark. It's hard to see. There are specks of light along the path, but my doubt makes me blind.
I am moved
Date: 2006-11-08 06:27 am (UTC)Many people spend their lives looking for the One Big Thing.
Sometimes... it's really a bunch of One Small Things carefully located, identified and herded together.