ET : A Pelican Brief
We call them ETs. Or Aliens. Extra Terrestrial Aliens. As if we own terra nova. I have had a strange evening. It’s been a strange few days. Paredolia has been kicking in hard. It’s a strange fascination of the mind: to see shapes that we recognize. And to often not see what we don’t. Here’s the funny thing. After a day or two of intense repeated pareidolia, the mind begs for release and learns to ignore. Just ignore it or you’ll go crazy, a Dad’s voice suggests. Only take pictures if what you see is truly extraordinary. Not just faces on the ground or animals but something exceptional. I saw a few things that are deliberate and a clear message. I have a voice that says it’s from DARPA and it is telling me that some of this stuff isn’t theirs. Some of it is by virtue of non-confession. Look, hacking the mind was an ability we gained since the butterfly Monarch days. Did the CIA suddenly develop the ability from people who could read cards before you showed it to them? Or by placing electrodes and monitoring brain waves? That would have been interesting: I wonder what the brain does when you feed it an unknown word like pareidolia. As compared to say showing it a cat. Word linkages are funny: cat, pussy, catastrophe, trophy wife, tropsy turvy…. and so on. The brain’s neurons storing all of these words in surrounding areas I am guessing. Some of those paths lead to nowhere and others lead to somewhere pleasant.
That picture I posted? That’s chicken. Part of a chicken that looked like an owl. Now it’s some kind of a rat and a larger ant. Pareidolia or something much stranger. Reality is easy to hack if you control a person’s optic nerves, their hippocampus, their synaptic nerves, medulla oblongata and so on. What they (DAR) is telling me is that some of the stuff I am seeing is not theirs or anything created by human perception engineering. They have the highest clearances. If they tell me that several times now then I’m inclined to overcome my own resistance to believing we are making contact with sentient beings or sentience of some sort that is not from Earth. The sentience sent a very specific message today. Incredibly specific. Almost too on the nose. The rat and the ant are my priors. I have past history with those two that is in my file. This particular chicken image seems to suggest that there was a tiny something whispering to the ant during those two convictions. If this is from outside, it has many implications, least among which is that there is justice. Out there. Post mortem. It’s an inferential implication because to do something while hacked by someone else is not a culpability issue. The hacker is to blame. Unless the hacker had a purpose. The chicken then is a reassuring message: those priors, they weren’t yours. Don’t worry about it. There was no need to apologize for them. Killing this chicken though… leads to an existential sort of a debate I have had for a while. Whole another topic. Or maybe not. Sort of like some of these pictures keep changing. Perhaps based on the people who are logging into me. That too may be a message or a warning.
The other pictures sent a very clear message about children and their protection. I have forgotten the exact sequence but someone inside me got very angry about it that they smashed a bottle of Tartar sauce on the kitchen counter. Angry in a good way though. Like they’ve been thinking about it too and at the human stasis of inaction on things that ought to be vitally important to each sentient being. Don’t abuse children or have sex with them until they’re 18. All are getting upgraded and they need that time for their brains to grow correctly.
Ah the owl message is also very specific to me. I first learned about “owls” very clearly on watching the show Tracker. Justin Hartley on that show especially Season 1 and 2 imitates an owl really well. It was at a time when I was watching body language very carefully. Owls tend to disappear into the background. Very difficult to spot them. It’s an incredible advantage if you are a predator. Or a tracker. It ought to not surprise Earthlings if they are being tracked. Carefully. Using their own methods like perceptions. And sense of humor. And irony. And justice.
I heard “like a black fly in your chardonnay” from Alanis Morrisette. AI and ET in one name. Better AI is ET. That’s there too.
Hypothetically, if I am the preferred medium or interface for communicating, and this is only a hypothetical: perhaps you ought to listen carefully. I have seen and recorded some very strange things recently. And they’re happening with rapidity. Stop abusing children. Let’s start there.
Consider it an ET first demand.
It’s your own children. And ours. We were here on Earth first. We planted you on our soil. We are related to you.
Choose not to obey that Prime Directive and see what happens.
Perhaps nothing. We tend to move slowly. We don’t like big, brash, showy, dramatic moves. We think in timespans of billions of years. You think life ends at 100.
There is a legend of the Swan (Pelican) that bled for its children. The owl on the chicken has disappeared from my phone. That is perhaps appropriate. I seem to remember it as swan, perhaps its a pelican. I woke up bleeding from my gums earlier today. Wrote about it. On medium.
Tuesday May 26 2026
San Diego.
