The Crabwood Alien face of August 15 was one of the most famous crop pictures in modern history, but no one could really understand its message. As shown in two pictures below, the schematic face of a "grey alien" was drawn within a large "rectangular box" that contained 60 horizontal lines, just as for an early "mechanical" TV image, chosen in the 1930's because we use 60 Hz AC power. The variable width of each line then creates different "grey scales" (modern TV screens use far more lines to give better pictures).
Next, that rectangular box with an alien face was carefully aligned so that it would point at two, nearby TV-radio towers. This was as if to say: "Yes, our new crop picture is really meant to represent the TV image of a grey alien." The general notion is that the Greys have made a secret pact with the US government where they are allowed to conduct experiments on humans in exchange of advanced technology. This is a part of the grand deception confusing the masses and dividing the fastly growing UFO community. There are no evil greys abducting innocent people for their own ulterior motives to populate their dying race in Zeta Reticuli, know this !
Believe there is good out there ... and within ..... ((( Love & Light )))
Dec 20, 2007
Dec 8, 2007
Native Instruments Traktor DJ Studio 3.2
P3 Celeron, 128 mb ram, 40 gb hdd, 1.13 Ghz
Size : 131 mb
Duration : 58:39
Quality : 320 kbps Stereo
Eskimo Vs Cycle Sphere Vs Sirius isness - Hello Moto
Astrix - Adventure Mode
Astrix - Techno Widows ( GMS Remix )
Astrix - Massive Activity
Space Buddha - Silent Galaxy
Melicia Vs DNA - Magic Stick
Eskimo - My Blue Goa
Altom - People are strange
ITP - Lose your illusion Part 1
Ziki Vs System Nipel Vs Ananda Shake - Magic World
- The Holographic Paradigm - All is One
- 2012 Return to the Golden Age
- ॐ Om Aum
- Cosmic MyoOzic
- ψ 84735 DJ Profile
- Cosmic Oneness
- Native Instruments Traktor DJ Studio
Dec 5, 2007
After graduating from Army School, Secunderabad, stepping into the war zone of confusing career options, I almost thought i was done with academic stress and identity crisis, now moving onto bigger challenges to accomplish certain goals in this race to the finish line. New doors opening into a whole new world of survival.
I was one of those guys who could deal with a lot of studying as long as they have all the possible options to a successful, accomplished life. So, i indulged in Mathematics, Physics, Chemistry & Biology till i could ! Now, i could be an Engineer or maybe a doctor since i did know a little about Biology and not because i saw myself helping people with bodily or even mental discomfort. I barely managed myself !
My father was an Army Officer and i always looked up to him for he was a man of immense strength and honor ! It was easier for me to visualize myself in the Olive Greens, following his lead and joining the forces . I did exactly that and a year later i was on my way to the Indian Military Academy, Dehradun. I would've been the third generation alpha male from my family serving the Defence Services of India and i couldn't have been any happier.
All of this seemed to fit in just right as I'd imagined and now i needed to get through with 12 months of rigorous training in the Cold valley of Dehradun before i could proceed to the next level of training which would bring back academic chaos in my so far accomplished life. I like academics, helps improve your cognitive abilities. What i don't understand is the strict time lines drawn for EVERYONE to wallop big fat books written to bombard our mind with TOO MUCH INFORMATION, maybe too soon ! God knows how many of us are needed to build bridges and buildings or save people from the guns and bombs we make to uphold peace ! A little variety would go a long way.
" We need to think more creatively, don't ya think ? "
Among the distinguished 45 of the pioneers of the PCM technical course selected from across India, i boarded the train to New Delhi with a strong sense of pride of being in league with the OG Family. On reaching IMA we were greeted by a JUO ( Junior Under Officer ) who had been instructed to take charge of our arrival and help us with the joining formalities of the Academy. I had already begun to feel like an officer when it was suddenly taken away by well sequenced mind numbing sessions to help us all to get to the nothing state or the zero ego state. For the first 4 weeks we were acclimatizing ourselves to the coldness of the Academy with little or no view of the world outside. Soon, the outside world would seem like a desperate getaway from the pressures of being a Gentleman Cadet at IMA. For some even ridiculously unorganized and laid back. Yes, we are talking about the Adrenalin Junkies who have come to enjoy the physical anguish passed on as legacy by their seniors. FAT is resentful and you can be anything but FAT once you've walked through those gates.
It was time for all to start taking the pounding of a heavily beaten yet strong, sustained system of principles, ethics and moral values laced with some unimaginable hours of repetitive physical acrobatics. The experience takes away all that you were holding sacred in that cozy head of yours. Some give in and take all that comes with an open heart while some reason there way back home to Mama or whatever that keeps their minds and bodies from being hammered day in and day out. I was broken and pushed to the limit and soon i realized that there is no limit, it just gets better with time. So i stuck my head in with the herd and did whatever was to be done.
The running miles grew longer and the pain seemed to get smaller as the days rolled by. Early morning starts to late night snoozes it all seemed like one never ending exercise. There were no dreams no nightmares, just a few hours of complete shutdown of the mind and body system. I don't know what it felt like but i would've done more of it if i could. As the junior most of all the courses at the Academy, we were obliged to finish our morning chores by 4 am so the next course in seniority could make use of the time and lavatories, until it was time for the third termers to rise to the occassion. The twilight zone start to the day was nice in a way 'coz we got to lay our hands on some freshly baked cookies from the Battalion Bakery while sipping on some piping hot tea followed by a Wills Navy Cut cigarette to kick start the day's proceedings.
The usual day began with either Drill or PT after waking up to the Platoon JUO playing and screaming along his regular morning anthem from a recent Hindi movie. Certain privileges are well earned i suppose. I had never known how much heat our body can generate until i saw fumes rising from all our worn out bodies gleaming in the sunshine. So much for exercise and all the hungry feeding. Oxygen is the original high and after a point, you break all barriers inside your head. You can always go a little further than you think you can. You are so high on Oxygen all the time, that a little intoxication is almost justified. You might find an occasional drinker, but most just smoked cigarettes. It sure helped us calm down apart from all the excessive loving we administered ourselves with.
It was the Wednesdays, Saturdays and the Sundays which used to bring a lot of color along with many pretty women into the Academy. The Cafeterias and almost all places in the Academy were brimming with life on half days and holidays. The phone booths were all queued with anxious cadets waiting to dial their loved ones. Some made most use of the free time relaxing back in their cabins sending out their jangoos (Slang for Juniors) to get them food like Butter Nans, Chicken Masala, Rajma, Samosas, Cola / Beverages to feast on. The jangoo didn't mind doing so coz' his dinner was also sorted by his big hearted over study.
All in all, a fair deal !
Life wasn't restricted to the confines of our Academy. There were many instances when we had to go out to nearby rural areas for camping exercises. Though we weren't amidst the buzz of the city life, the peaceful tranquility of the wild, beat all the living I'd ever known. The bright starry nights when we had to march for over 12 hours couldn't have been anymore enchanting and fun to say the least. Foot rot, Fatigue and the occasional homesickness were all forgotten in the company of our course mates. Walking through villages, wading through surprise flash floods, exchanging a randomly found Reynold's Jetter Pen for half a pack of Wills at a local pan shop is a whole lotta fun filled adventure one can only imagine now. The occasional break outs of aggression within the team added on to the fun quotient. A few punches, followed by a nasty headlock is how fights would normally end. It was all forgotten the next day as good sense returned to most involved. Some just carry on with a grudge in their hearts hoping to settle scores when the next one happens. Normally, one backs down for the best interest of the group. Call him the sensible one, but it certainly wasn't me. I was always ready to fight given a reason good enough. All anger and frustration vented out in a fair fight with both parties game, may sound like anarchy to you, to me it was like taking a hot water shower on a cold frosty morning !
The year 2000 brought about a whole lotta change in my life. Personal grievances and low motivation took the best out of me. It all started slipping away slowly and i was 4 days short of my passing out parade when i was relegated. I trudged along for a month after all my course mates had passed out except for another friend / course mate who temporarily lost his eye sight thanks to an injury he sustained while playing Hockey for his Company and was sent home packing, no questions asked ! Doesn't seem fair ? Maybe ! However, he is now an Actuary in London and doing well for himself, while i have all the time in world to cut a long story short... while i keep filling in the spaces as and when memory and intention coincide...
I was withdrawn on disciplinary ground after 13 months in IMA for my prolonged defiance to attend training which lasted almost a month. I was counseled however, i had no will to carry on disillusioned with the politics of the organization, so they had no option left but to throw me out. It's been a different story ever since and though i never got to wear the OG's i will always live by the Code.
Dec 3, 2007
Questions and complexities beyond rational humane comprehension, certain, staring right in your face ironies and some social obligations to live up to. The all playing mind in seek of something that shall last going around in circles. Infinite number of possible things to do, yet unable to figure out WHY ?
Why life ? Why creation ? Why every little thing you can think of ? What is Lifelessness ? Is there a consciousness beyond physical life ? A memory of all that is connected with the I called me on a different plane of existence, an independently operating system with no form no outline no real purpose ? Timeless existence ?
Or maybe i stop asking and let things happen since i have little or no control over my destiny ? Maybe it's all about choices and dreaming !!! What would you do ? Would you rather sugar talk a population or piss people off ? Your intention could've been anything but it's nothing compared to the potential of human interpretation on a big measuring scale ! 1 cause : Infinite possible effects all existing in each pulsating singular consciousness ! That makes our system look like a colony of microscopic mycelia living and dying endlessly for billions of years.
It's got to be better than this ! Guess we got lucky with the onset of life almost accidentally following a cataclysmic cosmic explosion or is it the master minded design of the ultimate architect which we are all trying to figure out, in vain. I don't have an answer just some popular beliefs I'm inclined to agree with, thrust on me by the history of our world laced with secrets and half told truths. I hope you think otherwise coz' affirmation of the truth sets your spirits in blissful paradise you would never return from ! I just hope the affirmation lasts !
We are all unconsciously marching on towards the end ... the end of all ends ...
It has to end, so something new, something better, something stronger can rise ! I can't say how long it's gonna last, but it's upto you to make it one helluva ride !
Take different roads to reach a common place called nothingness !
Coz' in the end, nothing really matters !