Paranormal

 

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Paranormal is described as an event or occurrence that has no scientific proof. I’m thinking of the two pyramids that have been in the news of late. There are those who claim they were constructed by an intelligent being. There are others who claim they are both rocks that were formed by some natural occurrence. I’m keeping an open mind.

  1. How can these pyramids be the result of natural forces?
  2. If these were built, what could be their purpose(s)?

During the 1990s I sometimes listened to Coast-to-coast AM. Art Bell was the anchor, for lack of a better word, and he transmitted some rather wild, but fascinating stuff. Much of it was paranormal. Many of my friends shunned Coast-to-Coast AM, declaring it far-fetched, and untrue. Obviously, Art sometimes questioned the stuff originating during his time slot. Two of the men who were his guests on a regular basis were apparently well educated, and certainly presented some interesting ideas.

One claimed to have worked at Area 51, an air force base at Grooms Lake in Nevada, and disclosed some questionable details.

The other had been dismissed from NASA, apparently for disclosing data and photos that were considered classified.

The Area 51 person claimed he’d seen a new type of aircraft that vanished before his eyes. It was, he said, designed by means of reverse engineering from captured alien spacecrafts. He also claimed to have seen dead aliens that were transported and put in cold storage at Wright-Patterson AFB. I didn’t care what he’d seen or heard. Adult fairy tales were a change of pace.

The post-NASA individual claimed that astronauts had seen glass structures on our moon. He also reported a human face on the surface of the Mars. I visited the Internet and saw the image of which he spoke. It appeared much the way he described it. But since we’ve put a vehicle on the Mars surface there’s been no further mention of it. What now?

And now we have the report of pyramids.

Things are not always as they first seem. In 1964 my mother flew from Oregon to Puerto Rico to see her new granddaughter. On the way back home she saw a cloud formation, a giant bowl, and recognized several cartoon characters sitting around it. She snapped a photo and after arriving home she processed her film, but she could never see the image on the film that she saw from the aircraft.

Years later, Barb and I were enjoying a motorcycle tour. One evening we rented tent space in a commercial campground. While gazing across a shallow canyon I spotted Micky Mouse along with the cartoon dog whose name escapes me. Obviously, their images were the result of rocks and shadows, but they were as well defined as any drawing I’ve ever seen. Grabbing my camera, I snapped a picture of this phenomenon. However, when the film was processed the images I’d photographed were not there.

Not so many years ago we spent a summer hosting at the Bristol Head Campground near the Continental Divide on Colorado’s Silver Thread Highway. The entire summer long we only had a half-dozen guests, so we had an abundance of time. Each evening as the sun approached the horizon I could see a distinctive formation in the east. The looked like a group of Totem Poles, each carved in a unique manner. My binoculars lacked the strength to define the image well enough to be sure.

The real estate was too rough to make the round trip in one day, so I still wonder what I was seeing. However, I’m willing to venture that if I had made the trip I wouldn’t have recognized anything after arriving. The excursion would have been for naught.

And we’re back to the pyramids again. I wonder, without taking a navigational fix of these objects the explorer might never recognize them when he arrived.

Sometimes it’s more fun to not know the truth.

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