Author Archive | Lee Camp
I was sitting full-lotus around a fire that was whispering symbols in a tipi in the desert listening to the wind howl when I closed my eyes and left. There is a latch that clings to our souls that I know how to undo with a bit of focus. The method is there waiting to be learned intuitively. Passing through the loudest possible explosions of atomic blasts from within, I ride an eternal detachment through an organic tube twisting out of control.
Then it all falls into place with a fold and comes back one piece at a time, almost looking like a cartoon but obviously much more sophisticated. I am in the body of a person walking through a forest in the dead of night. The moon through the dancing silhouette of the canopy is somewhere in between the color of bone, chelated metal and duplicates a shining.… Read the rest
There’s a gang of YouTube videos out there “proving” that So-and-So is a shape-changing lizard alien, based solely on minor video distortions. And (if you didn’t know) Paul’s bare feet on the cover of Abbey Road is proof that MI5 replaced him with a double when he died in 1966.
Sometimes, the most innocuous event can be touted as evidence of a conspiracy.
And sometimes, the evidence supporting a theory will be so damning that it will push that theory into the realm of “fact.” Like Snowden’s revelations, which proved what the Alex Jones crowd had been saying for years.
But somewhere in the middle, are those events which refuse to be either proof or conjecture. Events that merely dull Occam’s razor, leaving you with only a slightly scarred hunk of rock-solid “what if..”