Crash Gordon and the Mysteries of Kingsburg (66 page)

He suspected it had something to do with David Bohm’s ideas on the Explicate and Implicate Order in his book,
Wholeness and the Implicate Order
. As Bohm explains it, the Explicate Order is the interplay of energy and matter that we understand from our five senses–the world of trees, rocks, Volkswagen Beetles, gravity, frying bacon, and so on. It’s the realm of classical physics as described by Sir Isaac Newton. The Implicate Order, on the other hand, is the realm of quantum physics that operates below the surface of the world that we see every day. It’s the realm described by Einstein, Bohr, Feynman, and others.

The Implicate Order is a domain of high weirdness, where atomic and subatomic particles go whizzing about conducting their often-bizarre business. Sometimes they act like particles and at other times they act like waves, depending on who’s looking. They also sometimes exhibit the peculiar behavior known as nonlocality–when pairs of quantum particles that have once been “entangled” continue to exchange information and act upon it instantaneously, regardless of their later separation in time and space. This is all wrapped up in Bell’s Theorem, but basically, what it means is that even if those particles were to travel to opposite ends of the universe, each of them would still be able to instantly know what the other particle was doing–which would seem to violate the speed of light, among other things. This “spooky action at a distance,” in Einstein’s phrase, has led some metaphysicians to speculate that all regions of space-time are nonlocal, because when our three dimensions of space and one dimension of time are observed from a higher dimensional order, they’ll appear complete in an “eternal now" where all events–past, present, and future–can be accessed simultaneously.

Ingo was pretty sure that nonlocality played a large role in remote viewing: “The Explicate and Implicate Order are available to human consciousness at all times,” he was known to say. Most people focus exclusively on the Explicate Order, but Ingo taught remote viewers to focus on the Implicate Order, where we’re all just a swirl of atoms dancing behind the veil of
maya
, in a frequency domain where mind and matter are inextricably linked.

By 1979, the Defense Intelligence Agency was sending specially selected Army personnel from Project GRILL FLAME to meet with Ingo at SRI so they could learn remote viewing. Ingo had by then organized his thoughts on the subject into a workable teaching methodology.

Ingo’s theory was that remote viewers receive information not from the target itself, but from a place called the Matrix–a sort of nonlocal, transdimensional arena where all the data in the universe resides, unlimited by time and space. He described the Matrix as an infinite archive of “information points” which can be located and accessed by coordinates provided to remote viewers, in much the same way that data files are located and accessed by electronic addresses in a searchable computer database. Once located, that information can be downloaded into the viewer’s subconscious mind along a sort of mental radio wave that Ingo called the Signal Line. The subconscious mind, in turn, acts like a radio receiver, decoding or “unpacking” the information carried along the Signal Line.

Human consciousness has the potential to be on-line with the Matrix at all times in the Implicate Order. The trick to remote viewing is to bring the Signal Line’s decoded data up from the viewer’s subconscious mind, past the liminal threshold, and into conscious awareness. Ingo had teased out many ways to do that over the years–and most of those methods could be taught–but a lot still seemed to depend on the natural talents of individual viewers. It was kind of like learning to play John Philip Sousa tunes on a tuba. Some people seemed to have more of a knack for it than others, but with practice almost anyone could do it.

What Ingo didn’t realize right away was that the practice of remote viewing was the equivalent of switching on a beacon within the Matrix. That metaphorical beacon drew information along the Signal Line toward itself. But it also attracted a lot of other strange things–the interdimensional equivalent of moths and June bugs… and more dangerous entities, as well.

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“S
o that’s how the Men in Black knew how to find us?” Gordon asks. “I had my beacon switched on?”

“Doesn’t it make sense?” Lloyd says as he guides the Bentley into the sweeping curve in the road that takes them from Highway 41 onto Highway 46. “In the dimensions beyond this world, ‘Energy is eternal delight,’ as William Blake told us. And as I’ve said before, certain entities
feed
upon our energy–especially our negative emotions. It takes a great deal of energy to consciously break free from our three-dimensional, material realm into the interdimensional, nonlocal realm of the Matrix. So naturally, whenever you do, you’re going to be a star attraction, so to speak.”

“Then Ingo Swann must’ve had energy-sucking vampires all over his sorry ass,” Jimmy surmises.

“He did,” Lloyd confirms. “It’s my belief that when Ingo first began his remote viewing experiments at the American Society for Psychical Research on West 73rd Street, next to the Dakota building, the psychic energy that he summoned to break through to the Matrix for the first time was so great that it attracted a huge swarm of interdimensional entities–our friends the Lam, included. I also believe that during that massive swarming, some of them found a tiny stitch coming loose in the seams of the space-time fabric that Aleister Crowley had ripped open and later sewn back up in 1918 during the
Amalantrah Workings
. The entities worried that seam until it finally unraveled sometime in 1973 or ‘74–and then they poured through it.”

“Holy crap! That would explain why John Lennon saw a UFO over New York in 1974,” D.H. says, making his own intuitive leap. “He wrote about it in the liner notes to the
Walls and Bridges
album,” he explains to everyone. “You know… the one with ‘#9 Dream’ and ‘Whatever Gets You Thru the Night’–which is the theme song for
Saturday Night Live
these days.”

“There’s more to the story than just that…” Lloyd says. “Uri Geller met with John Lennon almost every week during the late-seventies at a place called Café La Fortuna, one block away from John’s apartment in the Dakota. According to Uri, one day over coffee John told him that he’d been asleep with Yoko when he suddenly awoke to see a blazing white light shining under the door to their bedroom. He thought someone was out there with a searchlight. When he opened the door, he saw four spindly grey figures standing in a brilliant white radiance. John described them as ‘bug-like’ creatures. ‘Big bug eyes and little bug mouths.’ He claimed they were scuttling around him like roaches.”

“He must’ve been high,” Jimmy scoffs.

“He swore to Uri that he wasn’t,” Lloyd says.

“Then maybe he was having a flashback,” Skip suggests. “Wasn’t ‘Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds’ about all the LSD he’d been taking?”

“Didn’t you see bugs the last time
you
dropped acid?” Twinker asks him.

“That was the Bumble Bee Tuna bee,” Skip says. “That’s totally different.”

“Don’t forget how you partied down with Count Chocula and almost choked on the Ty-D-Bol Man,” D.H. reminds him, smirking.

“Lick my Scrotum, Douglas.”

“Gentlemen, please…” Lloyd says. “They were Lam entities, obviously, and John Lennon wasn’t hallucinating. In fact, they gave something to him–tangible proof of their visitation. After they guided him into a tunnel of white light, something happened that he was unable to recall later, and then he woke up on top of the bedcovers next to Yoko with a smooth, metallic, ellipsoid-shaped object in his hand. He gave it to Uri not long before he died, saying, ‘You have it…. It’s too weird for me. If it’s my ticket to another planet, I don’t want to go there.’”

“Did Uri Geller ever have that thing analyzed?” Gordon wants to know.

“No. He says he doesn’t want to run the risk of finding out it’s just something that was manufactured in Denmark. I don’t blame him…. The Lam are tricksters, first and foremost. It would be just like them to try to pass off some phony trinket as the ultimate extraterrestrial evidence. Isn’t it enough that they managed to get John Lennon to believe in their existence?”

“Elvis, too, probably,” D.H. mutters. “And
definitely
Jimi Hendrix.”

“One interesting thing to note about these alien sightings we’ve been talking about–in 1918, 1947, and 1974–is that they’ve all tended to occur towards the end of American involvement in foreign wars. I think there’s a reason for that…” Lloyd says. “When Aleister Crowley first summoned the Lam in 1918, some 16 million people had recently died in World War I, and an additional 20-odd million were dead or dying from the Spanish Flu Pandemic. For the Lam, that translated into quite an abundant energy banquet. At least one of them, as you know, had enough surplus energy to crossover into our realm to sit for a portrait. And in 1947, after World War II, it was much the same story: 60 million dead–about three percent of the world’s population. Again, the Lam feasted on human fear and suffering. When Jack Parsons and L. Ron Hubbard summoned them that second time around, they had energy enough to arrive in style, piloting their flying saucers. When one of those pilots ran out of juice over the skies of Nevada, the result was the Roswell Crash. Since then, the Lam come and go as they please, but I think you’ll find they always appear most readily after times of earthly turmoil.”

“Like in 1975, after the fall of Saigon in the Vietnam War,” Gordon concludes.

“With a big assist from the ‘Killing Fields’ of Cambodia, courtesy of the Khmer Rouge,” Lloyd appends. “This cycle of war and subsequent alien contact seems to happen every 28 years or so. I’d expect the next cycle to start up sometime just after the turn of the new millennium. Which has me wondering:
Could all this be intended?
Are we being harvested? Is each new generation being mown down like a crop of winter wheat so the aliens can energetically devour us?”

“God, Lloyd, could you get any more depressing?” Twinker complains.

“Yeah, you’re even worse than that guy who wrote
War of the Worlds
–Orson Welles,” Skip says.

“H.G. Wells,” Gordon corrects him. “Orson Welles adapted it into a radio script.”

“I thought that was George Orwell,” Skip argues, still trying to show-off his half-assed knowledge of literature.

“George Orwell wrote
1984
–”

“– which might also be considered germane to our conversation,” says Lloyd, “especially the coda: ‘If you want a picture of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a human face… forever.’ But let’s not go there. What I’m really curious to know is: Did the Lam plan this state of perpetual warfare from the very beginning? And if so, is our government collaborating with them?” Lloyd has apparently only
begun
to get depressing.

“What I want to know,” says Skip, “is if John Lennon got the anal probe when those aliens abducted him.”

“Are you sure you’re not gay, Skip?” Jimmy asks him. “Because you’re really hung up on this anal probe thing.”

“He’s not gay,” Twinker assures everyone.

“How could he fuck his mom if he was gay?” D.H. asks rhetorically.

“That anal probe you’re so interested in is actually an electro-genital stimulation device,” Lloyd interjects. “It causes men to ejaculate. A similar device is used on minks and certain farm animals for artificial breeding purposes.”

“I know a guy who did the same thing to roosters with his thumbs,” says Gordon, recalling the rewarding career path that opened up to Johnny Hoss following his pursuit of higher education. “So in other words,” he says, “you’re telling us a bunch of bug-eyed John Lennons might be running around somewhere on the other side of the galaxy.”

“Or more likely, right here on Earth,” Lloyd says. “Aliens have been breeding with us since the dawn of our earliest recorded history. That much is certain. You only need to look to the Biblical story of the Nefilim, or the Epic of Gilgamesh.”

“Or
The Man Who Fell To Earth,
starring David Bowie,” D.H. says. “Don’t forget that one.”

“Okay, so maybe the aliens are having their way with us,” Gordon says, “getting all kinky with us in their spaceships. But does that mean our government is in on the plan with them? How the hell would you even find out about something like that? Ronald Reagan sure as hell won’t be telling us.”

“Maybe he was about to,” Lloyd suggests with an air of mystery. “Or perhaps someone was afraid that with his incipient senility, he’d let it slip. I’ve heard a rumor that after a private White House screening of the movie,
E.T
., Reagan supposedly approached Steven Spielberg and said in that quiet cowboy voice of his: ‘You know, there aren’t six people in this room who know just how true that really is….’” Lloyd pauses for dramatic effect, then says: “
That
sort of loose talk could have been what John Hinckley Jr.’s failed assassination attempt was all about. I think you’ll find that Reagan has been letting Vice President Bush make most of the executive decisions ever since.”

“So does that mean Bush is a shill for the aliens?” Gordon asks.

“Only a remote viewer–or an actual alien–could answer that for certain.”

“I know Nixon must’ve been working for those bastards,” grumbles Skip.

“Nixon worked for Bush’s father, Prescott Bush, in the 1940’s,” Lloyd tells them. “At the same time, he also had a close, shady relationship with Allen Dulles, who would later become a director of the CIA. Those two men, among others, were grooming Nixon for a position of power. He was their stooge, pure and simple.

“I’ll tell you something else,” Lloyds says. “When Jimmy Carter was elected President in a backlash against the Republican Party’s shenanigans, he inherited George Bush as Director of Central Intelligence. During Bush’s first briefing with the new President-elect, Carter asked for the CIA’s most up-to-date information on UFOs and extraterrestrial intelligence. During his election campaign, Carter had told reporters that he’d actually
seen
a UFO, and he swore that if he won the election, he’d make every bit of information that our country has about UFO sightings available to the public. But do you know what Bush told him? He said the information existed ‘on a need to know basis’ and ‘simple curiosity on the part of the President wasn’t adequate.’ We’re talking about a highly educated man with a nuclear physics degree. A man who’d just been elected President of the most powerful nation on Earth. And yet Bush snubbed him. Carter fired Bush shortly thereafter and replaced him with Stansfield Turner, who cleaned house, eliminating 800 CIA field positions in what became known as the ‘Halloween Massacre.’”