Lost Raiders of the Causality Curve

Back in my previous life I knew a guy who was the German translator for the Brigade HQ. An old school Nazi, always referring to his clients as “these Ausländers” whenever we crossed paths, then would start onto me. Naturally my response was “Fuck you Muhlenschulte you Nazi piece of shit”. He had no idea of my family’s legacy, nor did I care to discuss it with him.

I have a friend named Tommy who used to be the proprietor of the popular record store in town, called “Die Schallplatte”. The shop was next door to the old shoemaker and a small white Bistro on the corner, called the “Wolkenkratzer”. We still see each other now and then, as it is we live in the same village. Back then we used to meet at the “Adler Klause” (some country and western bar) on Friday nights to watch the floor show, namely drunken 4 Service guys doing god knows what they were trying to prove. It was great entertainment. Well, Tommy asked me if I knew a guy named Muhlenschulte. I laughed and replied, “Yeah I know that psycho. I don’t know what it is about people that work there too long but they’re all totally mental.”
“They’re all like that?” he asked amazed.
“Unfortunately, each in their own deranged way, but don’t ask me why. I like to keep my private life far away from there, the further, the better.”
”Good god, even working with that lot would be too much for me.”
”No worries, be just as crazy or paranoid as them and they won’t suspect a thing”.
We laughed wholeheartedly, then Tommy proceeded to relate his encounter with the notorious one.

Muhlenschulte had invited him to his apartment for coffee and cake. The first thing that struck Tommy was a huge poster of Hitler above the stack of stereo equipment. As if this wasn’t despairing enough, that huge top-grade sound system was solely there to listen to endless Hitler speeches.
“Oh boy, I imagine you didn’t stick around for long”
“Yeah, looked at my watch and said something about an appointment I had completely forgot”

Well, years later after the crazies all left, there’s Muhlenschulte in our Legion branch acting like the last true Canadian on earth. He tries to engage me with the question if I’ll ever return. “Return where?” I queried back, “I’m a German citizen”. He looks at me shocked, then says, “but I thought you were such a devout and patriotic Canadian”. I looked at him with a smirk, “Maybe what you thought, but I don’t recall you ever asking. As for back, my family’s here. My father is British. His father ran away from Hatfield because he wanted no part of the Cecil legacy. My mother is from Selesia. Her home no longer exists and I never had one, so I guess this discussion has ended.”
Yes, I never saw him again after that. Which is just as well.

The other Nazi nuisance was Partenheimer, always on my case about some political thing or another. What a fit he’d have when I get myself a Kebap at the local Turks. It wouldn’t matter how many times I told him to go fuck himself, that these were friends with all due mutual respect. It would really burn him up when we gathered over a samovar of tea to discuss what the town was up to. I really don’t see what this jerk’s obsession was with me, but I was glad when I no longer had to deal with the legion, leaving his lot stuck in some delusional no-man’s land between here and nigh. Perhaps enjoyed too much privilege in their elitist diplomatic status, that they had to keep up the stigma with pathetic shit like the Canada House and the Old Bastards Club. Man, isn't life a bitch when you've run out of peons? Sometimes it amazes me what people like that try to project, like I'm just some extension of their obvious tunnel vision. Well, they're probably all gone down that tunnel now, so it's not like I really missed anything.

To See or Not to See

I don’t doubt that this world has had the odd discrete visitations, but the story of the Grays I don’t buy as extraterrestrial. There are two problems with this issue, one is covert experiments with implanting false memories through drug induced hypnosis. I know this first hand from an aforementioned acquaintance I had known since 1968 and her involvement with NICAP. As I've said before, Dr. Jacques Vallee was the expert Astrophysicist assigned to explore these  these abduction scenarios, only to find  that the majority were either hypnotically or psychosomatically induced, lacking physical evidence of anything significantly alien. There had also been complaints by other investigative bodies that covert agencies were also trying to exploit their contactees in this way. Needless to say, Dr. Vallee brought this to the table at the 1977 symposium in Geneva, much to the dismay of J. Allen Hynek. Since then, using hypnosis is no longer considered a valid means of obtaining details, regardless whether the experience was real or not. With the way the human mind is wired, it all inclines to be easily suggestive (Mandela effect). Nonetheless, I see the alien ruse as a clever way of false flagging quite earthly controversial research being advanced in secret. In this regard I’m sure conspiracy theories also have their convenience of diversion.


The second problem is the assumption that these CEs are extraterrestrial. Here again I side with Dr. Vallée’s conclusion that these creatures are gene-manipulated throw-backś from a parallel future. In the rare cases of actual CE3s, DNA samples have revealed evidence of such genetic engineering yet no trace of anything extraterrestrial in the mix (and that includes anything microbiologically relevant to such a creature and its living/working space). I find this hypothesis also makes sense with the long human history of similar abduction and loss of time scenarios in countless cultures of the past. However, that does not say that human invention back then was incapable of it’s own artistic license. These days science is discovering that time travel is certainly easier to venture than crossing the eternal void of space and its inhospitable conditions.


Aside from all this, strange lights in the sky do not mystify me. Having always had a fascination for geophysical phenomena, I am not only familiar with their wide variety of characteristics but also understand the physics of it. Particularly interesting is the behaviour of ion plasma in the atmosphere as well as on the surface. While its size and shape can vary with the quasi-hydrostatic conditions, its behaviour is not unlike what pilots have described of their encounters with the unknown. Hence, knowing their quantum nature, I would not be so foolish to pursue such a thing, especially with today’s micro-electronics. Now having said that, do not try to approach me with the subject unless you’re prepared for one hell of an argument over the nature of strange forces in extreme quasi-hydrostatic conditions. To me the Bermuda Triangle is merely the mother of all transcendental phase states like any huge body of complex tidal forces. These are things that fascinate me more than others' paranoid euphoria for mystery like it's a new kind of drug (or religion for that matter).