It Was Mother

It Was Majestic

It Was Majestic
Wayras Olivier

MAJESTIC IS THE WORD that you're looking for to abridge the answer to: "What do we know? We now know that we live in an ever expanding universe, we know that there are billions of stars and planets literally out there and the universe is getting bigger. We know from our fancy telescopes that just in the last two years more than twenty planets have been identified outside our solar system that seem to be far enough away from their suns and dense enough that they might be able to support some form of life." Answered by a guest in 2014 on a talk show in response to whether or not he would have initiated disclosure if he had known that there were aliens. What he didn't know was that, two years later, his wife would answer the exact same question in the exact same seat: "I would like us to go into those files and hopefully make as much of that public as possible. If there is nothing there, let's tell people there is nothing there."

"What if," Jimmy Kimmel asked, "there is something there?"

"Well if there is something there," Senator Clinton remarked, "unless, it's a threat, you know, to national security I think we ought to share it with the public."

Majestic was, as lore goes, a matter of national security before its existence became public in the mid-eighties. A dozen scientists and GO'swhich ufologists call Majestic 12 (Majority Intelligence Community) or simply MJ 12were assembled allegedly by President Harry Truman to keep any "legitimate" discoveries of the 1947 Roswell incident under wraps. The first non-GO who began looking into Roswell fastidiously was a nuclear physicist named Stanton Friedman, who found himself in the dismissive company of engineers, professors and journalists, one in particular named Philip Klass on the June 24th 1987 airing of Nightline. Klass asserted that Majestic and Roswell, as far as an investigation was concerned, would be best left to the national media and that it could be resolved in a handful of weeks: "And within a month," Klass stressed, "come back and report either that these documents are authentic, we have captured a craft, a flying saucer, the government has maintained a cover-up for forty yearsor come back and report it's nonsense and there has never been so great a con job done against the news media and the public." An unswayed Friedman simply responded, "I think that the people who want to keep secrets have done a very good job of taking advantage of the egos of the Washington Press Corps who think that no secrets can be kept from them."

Friedman, by the way, had a classmate named Carl Sagan while he was studying at the University of Chicago. Sagan, a skeptic himself, went on to become an astronomer and wrote on the subject of UFOs rather tersely: "The reliable cases are uninteresting and the interesting cases are unreliable. Unfortunately, there are no cases that are both reliable and interesting," from his 1974 book Other Worlds. A year later, Sagan co-founded Committee for the Scientific Investigation of Claims of the Paranormal.

Let's just say, then, that even an incredulous and pragmatic Sagan is susceptible to the close encounter bug. That explains why the subject matter of his book, Contact, horses around in 432 pages of fiction and not in a published scientific article or theoretical essay. After all, signals that seemingly arise out of nowhere could expose and barn one to quite serious ridicule. Not so, for religious outlaws who breed easy bucks by monetizing the firmament. Take Peter Popoff for instance, the German-born yahoo, who after emigrating to America seemed to have an encounter with something extraordinary. Popoff ran a lucrative business in the eighties by receiving "the signal" of the Holy Ghost and occasionally the ethnically light Nazarene, (who can readily appear anywhere, for Pete's sake, on any number of bumper stickers along with the caption: are you following him this close?) Cashing in on stadiums that were packed to capacity with the sick, tired and poor, Popoff would amble around the aisles and theatrically call out a 'stranger' by name, along with their illness, before casting the devil out from their wretched body.

Arresting awe, as it were, was a not a protocol reserved just for GO's and scientist of Majestic as Johnny Carsonanother talk show personality who hosted presidentswas determined to do by politely bending a certain Uri Gellar in 1973. Carson had placed a call to James Randi, a paranormal and ESP debunker, who advised Carson not to allow Gellerthe self proclaimed medium who could, with his homespun brand of telekinesis bend spoonsto bring any of his own props onto Carson's show. When the segment was taped live, Geller found himself in front of metallic objects he had not been permitted to examine or touch in advance and began to stall, "I don't feel strong," he claimed before promptly yet indirectly blaming Carson's incredulity as the cause.

James Randi was everywhere, and an unequivocal believer alsoin buying tickets to all different kinds of shows so that he could follow supernatural powers closely. So much so that he, one evening, entered 'the stadium' with a radio receiver so that he could, brace yourself, pick up the signal that was going into Popoff's hidden earpiece. Indeed, a vivid voice from the back, (sounding much more like a dutiful wife than God), broadcasted information that had been written on collected prayer cards withgive it a minuteyou guessed it: audience name, their medical affliction, along with their seat and row number.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute, Hitler and his politics have nothing to do with this," atheist astronomer Eleanor Arroway (Jodie Foster) argues to the White House intelligentsia, whose brows are raised over the codified Hitlerite TV signal that was retransmitted back to earth from Vega that carries blueprints for a technologically advanced spacecraft. The signal of the Führer, as explained in Sagan's Contact (in the film's 1997 adaptation, Clinton, through the aid of CGI, made several cameos) was the first TV signal that breached the earth's ionosphere. The unassuming alien civilization was merely saying 'yes, we got it'. Sagan, however, is certainly slipping in a slight double entendre, when you think about it, of what it means for America to "get it."

Wernher von Braun was just one of the many rocket scientists the OSS sequestered and "got" from Nazi Germany through Operation Paperclip, (which exempted him and many others from the Nuremberg trials) so their talents could be deployed in America. He reflected earnestly in the final declining years of his life, (according to Dr. Carol Rosin, the Corporate Manger of Fairchild Industries) on the potentially unethical use of the advanced technology the American government occulted from Germany after World War II. The sharp tusk from the elephant in the room, it can be argued, was poking Braun.

Whether they be about an illicit affair, or a last-minute change to a will, deathbed confessions have a new subject that didn't exist 100 years ago: UFOs. Dished by scientists, pilots and engineers who have worked deep inside the American military industrial complex. "After the first couple of days of the war when we kept coming back, and all of us kept coming back, there wasn't a scratch on the airplane, for the first time in aerial combat a crew member was able to concentrate solely on one thing in enemy territory and that's the destruction of his target," one pilot said with great reverence on 60 Minutes to Ed Bradley back in 1994. He was talking about the otherworldly performance of the F-117 Stealth Fighter in Desert Storm.

The F-117 was the masterwork of aeronautical engineer Ben Rich, who served as the Director of Lockheed Martin's Skunk Works, who when diagnosed with cancer became one of the aforementioned loose tongues (although he wasn't from Operation Paperclip), to flap about arcane technology. "Ben shared three major things," said, Jan Harzan, a UCLA graduate with a B.S. in nuclear engineering who once attended a Ben Rich briefing, "that I think are worthy of research by researchers worldwide at this point in time. First was we've somehow figured out how to do interstellar travel already, it's known. The second point he [Ben] made was that there was an error in the equations, my suspicion is probably Maxwell's equations for electromagnetic theory. The third thing he said was 'how does ESP work?' And I was really kind of startled because I didn't know what to say but I blurted out, 'I don't know all points in time and space are connected.' And he looked me back in the eye and said, 'That's how it works.'"

As for Sagan, there was the Exposé of the National Security State held at the First Congressional United Church of Christ in Washington D.C. on November 21st, 2015. The three hour lecture by Dr. Steven Greer, (who himself was a cancer survivor), pivoted from "government conspiracy" and explained matter-of-factly how the private sector can slowly but surely distance itself from government, and to a degree, even surreptitiously remove the government from the equation altogether, making government culpability for disclosure non-existent. An MD from North Carolina, who left Caldwell Memorial Hospital to found The Disclosure Project in 1993, Greer's lecture covered why technology for zero-point energy (free energy) is concealed: it would completely eviscerate the multi-trillion dollar infrastructure of the coal, gas, and petrol industries. He also spent a uniquely disproportionate amount of time addressing the most salient objection detractors have, namely that the suppression of information is next to impossible as people are simply unable to keep secrets. At least in one instance, this can be explained by a kind of inverted Faustian bargain that is made between an unlucky someone and the powers that be. Dr. Greer states:

"Now in some cases it's done not for payments so much as to protect your own reputation. For example there was a guy named Carl Sagan, does everybody know who he is? He actually was on the payroll of the intelligence community and what happened is that Carl Sagan, [sic] there were some improprieties in his PhD thesis, which led to the intelligence community reaching out to him and they basically said 'you're going to tell the public what we're going to tell you to tell the public or you're going to be washing the floors at Cornell you're not going to be a professor.' And, two of his friends, George Fennell, who co-founded [uncredited] the Planetary Society and founded the Allegheny Observatory outside Pittsburgh and James Mullaney, who is a very eminent astronomer who was the editor of Sky & Telescope magazine and Astronomy magazine confirmed to me that this happened to Carl Sagan. And one of them told me that he basically aged thirty years in a month because he had to sell his soul to the devil. And so he went from someone looking into UFO's and actually said some positive things about their reality to being a chief debunker of them. And that was a real tragedy, because they [intelligence community] had what's called 'oppo research' opposition research, it's like a political party, they had 'dirt' on him and they used it to turn him. But to the public you know he was this renowned respected scientific figure. So just magnify that all through society. That's how it operates. And I know it's not a very pretty picture, it's a little cynical (pause) it's not cynical, it's just the reality."

Whether or not the Sagan story is true, and assuming it is, the intelligence behind Contact remains potently unjaded; Sagan's optimism seems inimitable and must have, at some point in his career while he was gazing into the cosmos, been permanently launcheda peak experience described by James Joyce as aesthetic arrest. An experience that so lavishly stuns the five senses that awe is capable, for a fraction of a second, to slip into a human who, in essence, registers and absorbs the moment as eternity itself. Knowing, in turn, absolutely nothing about the nature of eternity other than that the scientist, the politician and the theologian can't measure it, militarize it or politicize it. Which is how, once experienced, one comes to know everything about its majesty.