mind bending stuff Daniel, thank you. i have recently been compelled towards bible topics( i myself am too completely bible illiterate). but i think the times are drawing us towards the religious, and the truths held within these traditions. the psi stuff seems to be related. after admitting to some of closest realtions my interest in jesus and the bible(some of which reacted as if i had just admitted interest in heroin), i walked by a woman in a park talking on the phone saying, "we need to prepare to step up to support all these people from the new age(ha!) that are interested in jesus." also, when reading the lines of the Catholic mystic you cited, i had images of the final scene of 2001 flash through my head.
I was living in Phoenix on this day, twenty years ago. I shared a home at an international-level equestrian center with a horse trainer originally from New York. We were having breakfast and watching the news on TV before beginning the day's work with our show jumping horses and their owners. It was impossible to take our eyes off the horrific events taking place in Manhattan that morning. Then the cameras cut to the strike at the Pentagon. I couldn't move.
I had known since May of 2001 that something major was happening within the intelligence community. Completely unrelated to the equestrian field, my recent past had been ten years worth of connections in the realm of ufology, including the political-military-agency components that comprised many so-called conspiracy theories. In my quest to experience the source of information that often led to abbreviated conversations behind closed doors about the "third tier" or outright circular dialogues suggesting plausible denial scenarios, I spent some time in Washington, D.C., including attending lectures at the Institute of World Politics, a school for National Security. I had friendly chats with the instructors, including the head of the programs, Ken DeGraffenreid,
DeGraffenreid took an interest in my background with the UFO research field. His own history includes an impeccable career with the military and intelligence community:
"He has served as Deputy Undersecretary of Defense for Policy, Deputy National Counterintelligence Executive and Special Assistant to the President for National Security Affairs as White House Senior Director of Intelligence and Security Programs on the Ronald Reagan National Security Council. A retired Navy Captain, he also served on the staff of the Senate Select Committee on Intelligence. He has been a Senior Group VP of an R&D and systems engineering firm and VP of a high level policy analysis firm supporting sensitive USG programs in counterintelligence, telecommunications and security. He is Professor Emeritus at IWP, a graduate school in Washington, D.C. where he developed and directed the first MA degree in Intelligence and security studies to be offered in the United States."
Following my foray to IWP, DeGraffenreid kept me on his mailing list. Four months prior to the 9-11 attacks, I received an e-mail from him stating that the school would be closed indefinitely due to an expected return of senior personnel to government service. A gut feeling told me something very serious was coming. That morning of September 11th both confirmed and relieved the sense of foreboding. But what of the aftermath?
I could see the shock on my partner's face as we remained glued to the TV set, watching the towers burn, and then collapse. In the barn, horses were waiting to get out of their stalls, and clients were showing up for their lessons. Emotions running wild, we still had to walk out of the house, and into the stables. This was not a day for acting as though nothing terrible had happened. The atmosphere was already thick with foreboding and anxiety.
Horses pick up on tension, anger, and sadness in humans. Their responses vary according to their personalities and backgrounds, but it was already obvious they knew something was wrong. The nervous ones were pacing in their stalls. The tense ones laid their ears back. In the week that followed, far too many developed colic and some died. We lost one very nice black mare that we had just purchased a few weeks prior. The veterinary clinic nearby said they had never had so many colic cases in a short period of time. The collective human condition was hitting horses hard in the gut. It hit everyone in the gut. It was apparent that the world was never going to be the same.
mind bending stuff Daniel, thank you. i have recently been compelled towards bible topics( i myself am too completely bible illiterate). but i think the times are drawing us towards the religious, and the truths held within these traditions. the psi stuff seems to be related. after admitting to some of closest realtions my interest in jesus and the bible(some of which reacted as if i had just admitted interest in heroin), i walked by a woman in a park talking on the phone saying, "we need to prepare to step up to support all these people from the new age(ha!) that are interested in jesus." also, when reading the lines of the Catholic mystic you cited, i had images of the final scene of 2001 flash through my head.
I was living in Phoenix on this day, twenty years ago. I shared a home at an international-level equestrian center with a horse trainer originally from New York. We were having breakfast and watching the news on TV before beginning the day's work with our show jumping horses and their owners. It was impossible to take our eyes off the horrific events taking place in Manhattan that morning. Then the cameras cut to the strike at the Pentagon. I couldn't move.
I had known since May of 2001 that something major was happening within the intelligence community. Completely unrelated to the equestrian field, my recent past had been ten years worth of connections in the realm of ufology, including the political-military-agency components that comprised many so-called conspiracy theories. In my quest to experience the source of information that often led to abbreviated conversations behind closed doors about the "third tier" or outright circular dialogues suggesting plausible denial scenarios, I spent some time in Washington, D.C., including attending lectures at the Institute of World Politics, a school for National Security. I had friendly chats with the instructors, including the head of the programs, Ken DeGraffenreid,
DeGraffenreid took an interest in my background with the UFO research field. His own history includes an impeccable career with the military and intelligence community:
"He has served as Deputy Undersecretary of Defense for Policy, Deputy National Counterintelligence Executive and Special Assistant to the President for National Security Affairs as White House Senior Director of Intelligence and Security Programs on the Ronald Reagan National Security Council. A retired Navy Captain, he also served on the staff of the Senate Select Committee on Intelligence. He has been a Senior Group VP of an R&D and systems engineering firm and VP of a high level policy analysis firm supporting sensitive USG programs in counterintelligence, telecommunications and security. He is Professor Emeritus at IWP, a graduate school in Washington, D.C. where he developed and directed the first MA degree in Intelligence and security studies to be offered in the United States."
Following my foray to IWP, DeGraffenreid kept me on his mailing list. Four months prior to the 9-11 attacks, I received an e-mail from him stating that the school would be closed indefinitely due to an expected return of senior personnel to government service. A gut feeling told me something very serious was coming. That morning of September 11th both confirmed and relieved the sense of foreboding. But what of the aftermath?
I could see the shock on my partner's face as we remained glued to the TV set, watching the towers burn, and then collapse. In the barn, horses were waiting to get out of their stalls, and clients were showing up for their lessons. Emotions running wild, we still had to walk out of the house, and into the stables. This was not a day for acting as though nothing terrible had happened. The atmosphere was already thick with foreboding and anxiety.
Horses pick up on tension, anger, and sadness in humans. Their responses vary according to their personalities and backgrounds, but it was already obvious they knew something was wrong. The nervous ones were pacing in their stalls. The tense ones laid their ears back. In the week that followed, far too many developed colic and some died. We lost one very nice black mare that we had just purchased a few weeks prior. The veterinary clinic nearby said they had never had so many colic cases in a short period of time. The collective human condition was hitting horses hard in the gut. It hit everyone in the gut. It was apparent that the world was never going to be the same.