First Contact

Meteor crosiing Andromeda galaxy: APOD Aug 12, 2018

FIRST CONTACT

To open ourselves to pleasure:
It's what the aliens want to teach us
For who would wish telepathic contact
with a world of whiners?

Aliens call Earth
"Planet of the Hates"
We are so bitter
so pain-obsessed
so cruel and full of malice.

All acts of love and pleasure
are invitations to alien contact
Are you ready to merge
with the Neighboring Other?

Have you freed yourself from hatred?
Have you made your mind a pleasure dome?
Have you adorned yourself as ready bridegroom?
Have you adorned yourself as temple prostitute
offering your golden body/mind at bargain rate?

Are you ready to merge 
with the Neighboring Other?
Have you prepared your body/mind 
as worthy playground
for beings with superior notions of play?
What substances have you ingested
to make your mind receptive
to unearthly forms of enjoyment?

Are you prepared to open your body
to alien pleasure transmissions?
Are you prepared to open your mind
to an otherworldly physics of orgasm?

Yes, they all want to marry our sisters.
And they want us to marry their sisters too.

All acts of love and pleasure
are invitations to alien contact.
Are you ready to join the Galactic Club?
They are opening their warm arms
their sticky tentacles
their moist fur-lined cavities
to Earth's uniquely beautiful males and females.

They know what they want.
They've made the first move.
They've touched us gently so as not to frighten.
For those with eyes to see
they are opening themselves 
and yearning for contact.

What then holds you back
from joining the Galactic Dance? 
What then holds you back
from wholeheartedly embracing
the beckoning Cosmos?

Nick at the God Farm, Boulder Creek, CA

 

Abduction by Aliens

Dr Future Show at http://www.drfutureshow.com/

Allan and Sun Lundell (also known as Doctor and Mrs Future) host a radio show every Tuesday in which they interview folks working (and playing) at the edge of science, technology and consciousness. A few days ago they convened a Conclave of Mad/Glad Scientists at a secret beach house location in Rio Del Mar, CA. Most of the scientists invited to the Conclave had appeared on the Dr Future Show and included people demonstrating Russian hand-held electro-vibratory healing devices, brain stimulating machines, light-pattern projectors; people claiming channeled and otherwise inspired visions of the future and reports from Amazon explorers concerning ayahuasca-mediated connections to the Mind of Nature. Musicians, singers (including the remarkable Caroluna) and splendidly-inventive cooks added spice to the Mad/Glad Conclave.

Nick Herbert attended mainly as a spectator, expecting at most to be goaded into battle against some champion of the Catastrophic Anthropogenic Global Warming (CAGW) hypothesis of which he had recently expressed his reasons for skepticism over the airwaves on the Dr Future Show.

But instead, during a break in the stream of speakers, Nick was called to the stage and asked to do whatever he pleased. He obliged by recounting his Abduction by Aliens story which was captured by Dr Future on video and posted on YouTube.

Later, away from the food, the drink and the music, away from the buzzy touch of the Russian healing machine, away from the rushing buzz of the responsive audience and presenters, Nick and Al slipped outside, walked across the sand, took off their shoes and renewed their age-old connection with the sea.

First Contact

FIRST CONTACT

To open ourselves to pleasure:
It's what the aliens want to teach us
For who would wish telepathic contact
     with a world of whiners?


Aliens call Earth
"Planet of the Hates"
We are so bitter, so backwards
so cruel and filled with pain.

All acts of love and pleasure
Are invitations to alien contact.
Are you ready to merge
     with the Neighboring Other?
Have you freed yourself from malice?
Have you made your mind
     a splendid pleasure dome?
Have you adorned yourself as bridegroom?
Have you adorned yourself as temple prostitute
offering your golden body 
to strangers from the stars?


Are you ready to merge
     with the Neighboring Other?
Have you made your mind a worthy playground
for beings with superior notions of play?
What substances have you ingested
to make your mind receptive
to unearthly forms of enjoyment?


Are you prepared to surrender your mind
to alien pleasure transmissions?
Are you prepared to surrender your body
to an otherworldly physics of orgasm?


All acts of love and pleasure
Are invitations to alien contact.
Are you ready to join the Galactic Club?
They are opening their warm arms
Their sticky tentacles
Their moist fur-lined cavities
To Earth's uniquely beautiful males and females.


They know what they want;
They made the first move
They have touched us gently so as not to frighten.
They are open and yearning for contact.
What then holds you back
from joining the Galactic Dance?
What then holds you back
from wholeheartedly embracing
      the beckoning Cosmos?

The Day The Saucers Came

THE DAY THE SAUCERS CAME

That day, the saucers landed.
Hundreds of them, golden,
Silent, coming down from the sky
like great snowflakes,
And the people of Earth stood and stared
as they descended,
Waiting, dry-mouthed to find
what waited inside for us
And none of us knowing
if we would be here tomorrow
But you didn't notice it because

That day, the day the saucers came,
by some coincidence,
Was the day that the graves gave up their dead
And the zombies pushed up through soft earth
or erupted, shambling and dull-eyed, unstoppable,
Came towards us, the living,
and we screamed and ran,
But you did not notice this because

On the saucer day,
which was the zombie day, it was
Ragnarok also, and the television screens showed us
A ship built of dead-man's nails, a serpent, a wolf,
All bigger than the mind could hold,
and the cameraman could
Not get far enough away,
and then the Gods came out
But you did not see them coming because

On the saucer-zombie-battling gods day
the floodgates broke
And each of us was engulfed by genies and sprites
Offering us wishes and wonders and eternities
And charm and cleverness and true brave hearts
and pots of gold
While giants feefofummed across the land,
and killer bees,
But you had no idea of any of this because

That day, the saucer day the zombie day
The Ragnarok and fairies day,
the day the great winds came
And snows, and the cities turned to crystal, the day
All plants died, plastics dissolved, the day
the Computers turned,
the screens telling us we would obey, the day
Angels, drunk and muddled, stumbled from the bars,
And all the bells of London were sounded, the day
Animals spoke to us in Assyrian, the Yeti day,
The fluttering capes
and arrival of the Time Machine day,
You didn't notice any of this because
you were sitting in your room, not doing anything
not even reading, not really, just
looking at your telephone,
wondering if I was going to call.


-----Neil Gaiman-----

Physicist, Heal Thyself

[Art by Rian Fike]

PHYSICIST HEAL THYSELF

Physicist, heal thyself

Submit to Alien Pleasure Rays

Before We let you board a starship

We'd like to teach humanity to play

We'd love to show you yesterday

When yesterday was called "today".

But first

We'll need to wean you 

from your "X and Y"s and "Pi"s

And feed you ribs, and naked breasts 

and tender thighs

Before We help humanity to fly

We'd like to see how passionate you cry

We'll even teach you how to nicely die.

Before you let you in the Pan-Galactic Club

We'll show you how attentively to rub

Rub shoulders, haunches, crotches, tendrils, feet

Of lovely mindful life forms 

in quantum wave-entangled heaps

Of expressive hairy strangers 

with the strangest sexual needs

That too much astral traveling 

at extra-light-fast speeds

Can bring about.

Don't ask Us: how much, how many, and what for?

Make love just once with Us 

then open up for more

Before we open up for you 

that well-kept Secret Door

To Nature and the Bigger Tribes next door

To hypersexual pan-galactic corridors

To alien wolf packs, fairy kingdoms, 

outlaw gangs galore

And all the million billion secrets of amour.

Please open up, amigos, unclench yourselves, 

invite Us in

We'll show you fifteen hundred 

different types of sin

And fifty million kinds of lovely pleasuring

From deep red-shifted clusters,

spiral nebula beyond the Rim

From love-starved quantum creatures 

neither It nor They nor She & Him

Accept Our gifts

Of pleasure tools, telepathy, 

Empath Juice and Wisdom Weed

Of bulbous bulging sacks of alien eggs and seeds

And six new senses that your species really needs

For time travel.

Open up for Me: I sense you'll really like it.

Open up for Me: I feel you'll really like it.

Open up for Me: I know you'll really like it.

Come live with Me and be My Love

And we will all the pleasures prove

So we may all the pleasures prove

Come live with Me and be My Love.