A View from the Bleachers
Not that it really matters, but I’ve been watching the field of Ufology develop since my introduction as Bruce to Jim Delittoso in the late 80s. Zen hadn’t happened yet; still a few years away. Until then, I’d been relatively free of public engagement, let alone discussion of my experiences. I felt a bit pensive and yet willing to take some chances.
I was pulled in to the ‘scene’ as my curiosity in Jim’s work and all the folks that showed up at Village Labs we piqued, to say the least. Until then, I was a rather naive and trusting sort from rural Indiana. Granted I had started early with regular visits to the orange cigar-shaped cloud, so the scene was not unfamiliar with it’s stories and tales. Michael Tanner and Jim became regular visits and delivering a beautiful and brilliant package to Jim sure helped. When I introduced Susan to Jim, Ufaux was soon launched with Jerry Wills on bass, Susan on drums and Jim on keyboards.
Somewhat surreptitiously and yet willingly I dove into the field, attended Tim Beckley’s Alien and New Age Agenda expos in Phoenix while working with the New Age Alliance to put on one of the first large New Age events at the Biltmore Resort. Jerry Wills introduced us as well. I traveled to Sedona a few times, too, where I met Dr. Frank Stranges and Wes Bateman at a gathering and spent many hours in conversations with each.
At the time I was alone and fresh out of a divorce, heart-broken and searching for self. Al Bielek, unknown to me at the time, called and invited me out to lunch one day. It made for a skeptical optimist, determined to compare experiences with lofty tales of extraterrestrial encounters. Having some good ears to listen and reflect made a big difference to this seeker of the unusual and weird running alongside a very normal if not practical life of recovery from the loss of my family.
Those events and a television show gave me an opportunity afforded few, and the cursory wounds healed quickly. I was aware of the invisible hand and a few handlers, too. A few years later I road in one of Roy Haddix’s limos with Alicia Greig to Tucson and the first International UFO Congress, arranged by Jim. I’d met Wendelle Stephens at the Lab and Bob Dean for the first time at the event with Ted Loman, Dave Thompson and Ken Lilgegren as part of the production crew. Miriam Delicado and Travis Walton were there as well.
Dave, Jim, Miriam, Travis and I had a short and sweet reunion at the last IUFOC on the patio just before the awards dinner. Relationships forged early in the coming of age of Ufology weather many storms; trials and tribulations that seem to be the norm among the cohorts and converts. The sad thing is that competition has replaced cooperation and collaboration as folks turned the environment into profit centers that bring out undesirable influencers, imho.
Since those early times I’ve had the honor of meeting some very respectable people in the field. I was even fortunate enough to be the logistical producer for the Prophets Conference in 1997. The Phoenix Lights had happened earlier, and the Labs were interview central. Background conversations were plentiful as I had a great crew and could easily move about the cabin once the event began. Ann Fogg and Pieter Oosthuizen were great problems solvers and problems were few.
The only challenge was when we weren’t fast enough bicycling the A/V equipment and David Icke had to wait. I got an earful for that I didn’t expect, left a bad taste. Dr. Edgar Mitchell and I had several intimate conversations that few have I’m sure. Jose and Lloydine Arguelles were delightful, having some quality time with them while officing out of Village Labs was amazing for sure. I’d been able to ask direct questions, share experiences and corroborate understanding I sorely needed. That year was phenomena-ful for me.
Things got more intense as the years went on yet I always seemed to be able to manage bridging personal and professional worlds, with a little flair at times. I had a lot of fun playing in the background and spent a considerable amount of time behind the curtain, so to speak. I watched as people changed and morphed, not physically per se, but ethically and morally and some things just didn’t make sense.
As it got more in vogue to share stories, I’ve seen more posers come out of the woodwork than I care to admit. I’ve always questioned my own experience. Heck, I’m even okay with others questioning it, too. Over the last decade I’ve observed some good people with similar experience get set aside while more conspiracy theories crop up to keep the cauldron of fear nice and warm. It seems the effort to evolve is rife with dissenters and doom spreaders.
I’m reminded of the crop circle from August of 2002 that delivered a very interesting message, warning of the deceit and deception to come. As some valiant humans seek to evolve toward a greater consciousness, assisted by some very interested off-planet parties, the squeaking wheels still get the grease. It seems the scene has turned a profit lately and we certainly wouldn’t want to screw that up.
There are some voices of reason that appear here and there, looking for deeper truths and making sense common. Their words resound in the hearts and minds of those who have similar designs with their inquiry – to understand the nature and truth of the interaction of non-human intelligence across the apparent dimensional doorways accessible only to those who remain faithful and fearless. That place within is available for anyone to choose. We’re still invited to go there.
Thanks for reading. Perhaps the longer version may interest you… Zendor the Contrarian – A Seminal View of Consciousness, Cosmology and the Congruence of Science and Spirituality.