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November 6th, 7th & 8th
In this workshop: Discover the unification of physics and metaphysics. Find the origins and inner workings of consciousness and reality,mind and matter. Understand who, what and why you are. Integrate your personal experience and present understanding within a larger scientific context. See how love, spirituality and quantum mechanics are derived as fundamental aspects of reality. Nuclear physicist Thomas Campbell helped get Bob Monroe’s laboratory for the study of consciousness up and running in the ’70s. Tom, the “TC (physicist) ”in Monroe’s book Far Journeys, has been a serious explorer of the frontier of reality, mind, consciousness, altered states and psychic phenomena for 35 years. He has steered his research toward discovering the outer boundaries, inner workings and causal dynamics of the larger reality system. He published his My Big TOE trilogy (my-big-toe.com) in 2003. It is a logic-based work of science representing the results and conclusions of his scientific exploration of the nature of existence.
Thomas Campbell Workshop, Advance Tickets (non-INACS members) 11/08/08, Austin, Texas ($85)
Thomas Campbell Workshop, Advance Tickets (INACS members) 11/08/08, Austin, Texas ($60)
A physicist claims to have come up with the first successful use of quantum theory to explain features of consciousness in research hailed as a landmark in efforts to bring mathematics to bear on the mysteries of the human mind.
Aquapocalypse Dream 070719
Last night / this morning I dreamed of a nuclear apocalypse. Not a global nuclear exchange but rather, an accident with a single nuclear missile whose warhead is eroded by acid until it explodes. In this dream I see the tip of a nuclear bomb submerged in a vat of acid and it’s nose cone is slowly eaten away by the acid. I don’t think this could actually cause a nuclear missile to explode but that’s how it works in the dream. And somehow it’s “my” / “our” fault in the dream. And we are trying to gather a few friends to escape the city before all hell breaks loose!
There was much more to the dream but that was the basic theme. There was also a scene where I and a friend became trapped in an incredibly small elevator – like the size of a highschool locker. The elevator malfunctioned and seemed to plummet to a sub-basement. We had to pry the doors open and I recall the person / child I was with reading the tiny serial numbers on the inside of the door, stating that she could recite these numbers to the automated system and get us out. It worked – sortof.
Tune-In and Call-In To The Blue Rose Report This Wednesday at 8pm CST
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Tune in! Let's talk! UFOs? ESP? RV? ParaPolitics? Synchronicity? Civil Liberties? Cryptozoology? Dreams? What do you want to talk about?
We talked about Consciousness, Psychedelics, UFOs and Contactees like Philip K. Dick, Robert Anton Wilson and John C. Lilly. Gorightly talked about his three books: Shadow Over Santa Susanna, The Prankster and the Conspiracy as well as his most recent tome, The Beast of Adam Gorightly – Collected Rantings '92 to '04.
Gorightly also educated us about another connection for explaining the name of our show … The Blue Rose Report. Seems there is a Contactee saucer cult leader, the Rev. Bob Short who founded The Blue Rose Ministry and ministered for years out at the Giant Rock, Joshua Tree, Landers, California vortex with some of the original 50s / 60s Contactees.
Abducted by my Higher Self? Thanksgiving 1994
Well, life has conspired to keep me from recording any recent dreams. So here is a flashback from a rather memorable UFO Dream of mine circa Thanksgiving eleven years ago.
Abducted by my Higher Self?
11/24/94 – Last night I dreamed of UFOs and I was abducted while sleeping in my dad’s office within his new home, following Thanksgiving festivities. Sleeping in the bed at my feet was one of four household felines. This one’s name… is E.T.
The dream began in the wooded Texas hill country. I remember flying with someone above, in, out, and through the dense oaks in the afternoon. Once twilight passes the night descends upon a picturesque vista. I sense a house behind me in the dense woods. In front and to the right of me is the drive way canopied by the thick oaks. To my left is a clearing, on the edge of a descent from the hill on which I stand.
Through the clearing in the trees the grand Texas hills are eerily illuminated by a dense fog which reflects a bright moon. The fog extends even to our drive way.
Present also are a seven-year-old girl and an authoritative man. We are waiting for the helicopter.
Prismatic paranormal lightning tears away the veil of reality, setting the mood on edge as I realize it is
connected to this female child. I scale a nearby sloping oak to my left to gain a new perspective on the scene. Once in the tree I consider the danger of such a move but throw aside all fear by rationalizing it as
paranormal lightning and thus probably given to different tendencies.
Then I see it. A UFO approaches from across the hills in the distance. Its neon lights shine brilliant pinks and blues, grandly advertising its presence. It is upon us within the wink of a thought. It emerges through the same fog bank which engulfs the drive way, while another identical ship surges quickly up the drive and out of its misty shadows.
The gut feeling that I should NOT stick around overtakes me and I turn to run the short distance to the front door. As I turn, I witness thirty to fifty Japanimated gnomes pouring from around the left side of
the house. They are about a foot tall, round-ball-bodied, and helmet garbed. I continue running for the door, thinking I will simply leap over them and through the door and lock it behind me. As I leap over
them and toward the door I feel myself begin to soar slowly upward. I suddenly remember flying earlier that evening, but I quickly understand that I am not in control and am being pulled backward and upward. I then know I am about to be abducted. The top of the country home and the hills beyond are all that are within my view. Aliens below and spacecraft behind! Then the sensation of an air elemental’s arms coming from behind me, under my arm pits and over my head and face. Then black.
Just black… but then darkness fuzzes into focus, giving the feeling of a fisheye perspective while I sense I am on my back. The only light is from a dim source directly above. Could it be the sun? Could it be a lamp? Yes. Both. Either. The only differentiation between light and dark is the impression of three to four humanoid silhouettes. Obelisks. Standing stones in a ritual/sacred circle. Shadows. Then gone.
A complex laboratory filled with commotion. All is in miniature and, viewed from my perspective, only inches away from my face, yet I am not present in so much as I can FEEL every minute vibration
occurring within this room. There are small rubber conveyer-belts winding intricately throughout. They carry laboratory objects, test tubes, vials, rulers, pens, etc.
Close up of an object undergoing scrutiny by a Frankensteinian electricity-focusing contraption beaming its energy-thought not, in this case, visibly. I sense it. I can feel everything within this space. I perceive all tactile sensation as vibration. I am not so much frightened as worried. It doesn’t hurt, it kind of tickles, but I am definitely wary of proceeding with these unusual sensations. I awake.
I leave the bed with difficulty because of the cat, E. T. I wander into the alien restroom of my dad’s new home. Being at least minimally conscious I distinctly feel I could lie back down and reenter that dream. Or I can shelve it and start a new one.
As my head hits the pillow I think it would be nice to allow for a more pleasant dream. I am rewarded with the companionship of a beautiful acquaintance whom I have not seen in a long while. In RealTime she has, coincidentally, seen a UFO.
What do you think? I told this to one of my roommates and he suggested I could interpret it as an abduction by my Higher Self. It could be viewed that way and still be written off as a dream. Nothing
seemed that alien save for the actual flying saucer UFO spacecraft (which looked quite similar to the armada in Coneheads the movie). So even they weren’t that alien.