I get in trouble because I’m a realist. When I hear wacky stuff, like the sky is falling next Tuesday, I’m amused. Some people are insulted because usually, I make no attempt to hide my feelings. But when full-blown nonsense comes across my desk, I laugh, (sometimes in the face of the dead serious person giving me the “inside dope).”
I don't EVER want to be the guy getting snickered at. That’s the main reason why my blogs avoid religion, politics and wild opinions. Deep down, I don’t want to write anything so stupid that my readership wouldn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
First and most importantly, I realize that being “out there” and being controversial can be profitable. That means that a lot of people don’t mind coming off as idiots because they’re purposely prostituting themselves in the name of the all-mighty dollar. Obviously I don’t condone such behavior but understand why many clever people (out of desperation or the need for fame or fortune), prey on the less-than-clever.
On many occasions I have mentioned that on way home from work, I listen to the, “COAST TO COAST,” late night radio program. I like it best when they have mainstream authors or scientists on. But I’m also entertained by self-proclaimed geniuses with a gimmick who theorize about debatable but improvable concepts, (buildings on the Moon and Mars, chemtrails, time travel etc).
Just scan the cable-TV listings and you'll see an abundance of shows on a broad range of stations that cater to cosmic fantasies. A popular show like, "ANCIENT ALIENS," proves NOTHING except there's tons of money in the outrageous because millions of gullible people seek age-old solutions to questions that have no firm answers.
Sometimes during my twenty-minute exposure to Coast to Coast," I wish I had a tin foil space hat to wear to complete the mood...especially when some gonif pontificates about their "Remote Viewing" experiences.
My antennas also get aroused when people write books about how the giant stone slabs of Stonehenge were mystically levitated into place or how Big Foot can make himself invisible to avoid capture (and uses a custodian? like a subserviant animal to bury corpses, clean his never-seen refuse or unique fur).
Last week, "COAST COAST" hit an all-time low. A gentleman came on to hawk his new book, "CHANNELING HARRISON." Apparently, the author David Young (a musician, song writer), dated an ex of deceased Beatle, George Harrison. During his short romance, he wrote an unusualy high amount of new material. Young then wrote a book describing his relationship, ultimate break-up and how he hit a snag on finding the right music for one particular piece, to go with his perfect lyrics Until the ghost of George Harrison, guitar in hand, showed up.
The following is an excerpt from the "CHANNELING HARRISON," book jacket.
This book is a true account of the ongoing and mind-blowing experiences between David Young, a multi-talented musician/producer/ artist, and former Beatle George Harrison. What David Young, who plays two flutes at one time and has sold over a million CDs, has documented is verifiable, real, and astounding. Every time he questioned his direction, he was (is) guided by one of the most loved, respected, and spiritual musicians of all time. The story abounds with seemingly impossible synchronicities, lined up one after the other in perfect time, all of them helping him to rise above his life’s challenges, and not only evolve as a musician, but as a spiritual being as well.
George entered David’s life during a time of devastating heartbreak. This intervention was just the beginning of over forty incredible experiences. George’s musical genius began to channel through David’s own music. After recording forty instrumental CDs, David spontaneously wrote and recorded twenty-five vocal songs in thirty days!—songs with depth and rich production values like the Beatles, in a rock-with-soul style he had never done before. What is George trying to communicate, and why has he chosen David? This incredible story proves there is life after death or better yet, life after life.
The trouble with being a realist, is that I come off like a hopeless cynic. I really would like to think that there are goat-sucking animals running around Puerto Rico, the mother UFO ship is coming in September to serve man or that our government wants to implant a computer chip into all of us to know our every move...but I can't. So I'll never be a believer unless I can see something concrete for myself. Until then, I'll listen to Coast to Coast and see how to movers and the shakers intend to bilk the naive.