Declassified Indian Knowledge

Okay, if France is declassifying, so am I. Why not?

Here in Canada, and probably everywhere around the world, there exists a race of interdimensional beings we call “Little People.” And I don’t mean like that tv show. I mean like gnomes, as my cousin calls them. For some reason in my family they are commonly witnessed by people. My cousin has counted seven different species of Little People as they show up on her farm. At this point she doesn’t even want to look at gnome figurines anymore.

Human remains really do walk around museums.

There is an increase in poltergeist activity. My friend Preston’s house ended up having multiple spirits wandering around the basement and banging on the walls. One night one made everyone talk about the most morbid stuff they could think of for THREE hours until we finally left the house for pancakes and realized we got really fucked up. My cousin and I could feel two vortex’s in his house and didn’t know how to close them.

When I helped a friend edit a video about the missing women in Vancouver, some really creepy stuff happened. The final cut pro system would suddenly make edits on it’s own. We were on the third floor and could hear people knocking on the windows. The pipes in the ceiling were banging. A mysterious figure would let us in after hours. And finally, as my friend walked past a water cooler from five feet away it started to rock violently back and forth.

I have heard unearthly voices, and seen strange lights, and watched sparks fly past me. My cousin has talked to me from beyond the grave, although he’s really funny so it’s not creepy. I have seen men standing next to their coffins. I’ve felt hundreds of spirits still walking around in places like Sachsenhausen. And I also know for a fact that spirits will haunt murderers, which is the only reason Karla Holmolka started making mistakes. People don’t just vanish all together. They just don’t have a physical body anymore.

People like to believe that death is the absolute end, but it isn’t. There are all kinds of things you can’t even begin to imagine. You call it insanity to make yourselves feel better.

And even worse, consider this: how many aboriginal spirits do you imagine wander through the Americas? And what do you think they remember?

Camping at Devil’s Tower
Originally uploaded by superfunkmobile.

This is us on our camping trip last summer. I made everyone stop at Devils tower just for . . . kicks. We watched Close Encounters under the stars.

“What the fuck is that?!” UFO Sighting Oct 28 -10pm -1am

***** This is a repost of my entry on Oct 29, 2006******

Laurel and I didn’t have a Halloween party to go to last night, so we decided to drive out to Cranberry Flats to sit in the parking lot and tell ghost stories. We turned south towards the flats when I saw two very dark objects speed over us. I ignored them, thought they were birds (maybe they were). Then I started noticing streams of light going over the road, at first they looked like falling stars and kept going from left to right. Then they starting sort of going back and forth, like two of them swirling, but I rationalized it as the reflection of our headlights against power lines. They also kept changing colour, the ones we noticed were purple, green, orange, blue, yellow, and white. I should also say they started out very thin, and slowly swelled up into the size of ovals. The further we got to Cranberry Flats, the brighter they got, two white ovals slowly circling each other. At this point I was trying to rationalize it as spotlights. Neither Laurel or I were saying anything to each other, I didn’t want to say something in case I was totally hallucinating, and I didn’t mind it if I was hallucinating. Anyway, the further out of town we get the brighter it is. Total silence, we miss the turn off to Cranberry Flats and she pulls into a side road to turn around to go back to the Flats. At this point I notice that the lights hovering and swirling in the sky are staying in one place. I think at this point I said to Laurel “What are those?”

“You noticed them too.”

We FREAK! We’re fifteen minutes outside of town with thingies in the sky and we have NO friggin idea what they are except UFO’s. And I immediately start worrying about being abducted, and I think so does she because we keep checking the time. We turn around and start driving back into town, neither of us wants to look back. This time back into town I realize: There are no power lines going across the road. They are all along the side of the road. We’re starting to compare notes and realizing we’ve seen exactly the same thing. Both of us are terrified. Then Laurel stops along the roadside to get out and see if they’re still there, and they are, so she freaks out and jumps into the car. We keep driving until the turn off going east, and we look back and they are still there, still glowing white ovals.

We’re finally in town, I’m still freaked out, and we go to Diefenbaker to see if we can see them from there. Sure enough, there’s those two swirling lights.

She drives me home and then after much debate convinces me to go out there with her again. And so I do, but I was terrified and tried to put on a diaper in case I shit myself.

I shit you not.

Anyway, we get back to Diefenbaker and they’ve changed. They’re still swirling, but this time they’re green and acting somewhat like northern lights, just the way you see energy ripple off them. Some other people in the park seemed to be seeing them too.

We drive to a couple other places in the city to see if we can see them from there, nada.

Then we get some binoculars and go back out to look at them. This is about three hours after they first appeared, about 1 in the morning. This time, they’re more like green ovally lights, but they’re moving COMPLETELY differently. Sometimes they swirl, sometimes they flash on and off. Sometimes they just speed past each other. Sometimes they change direction, sometimes they drive bomb, and just as we were driving away I also noticed them leap frogging and chasing each other.

Also twice during our sightings they went from just a glow to a solid light. I should mention it was cloudy so they might have been in the clouds.

So what was it? UFO? Spirits? Some other phenomenon? I’ll be checking to see if anyone else saw them. There was a guy who was flashing his high beams on and off at us on our way out to Cranberry Flats.

Has anyone out there seen or heard about a UFO sighting like this? I really want to know.

And I’m glad I had someone else who saw it with me, because y’all would be calling me a big crazy liar otherwise.

I told you!

Today France opened it’s UFO files to the public. And people were laughing at me! Laurel and I really did see some weird stuff in October, for three hours, which was terrifying. They seem to really like Saskatoon Saskatchewan and Dauphin Manitoba right now, at least the types we saw which were plasma craft type thingys. Thingys!!! Are they good, are they bad? I don’t know, probably about as bad as humans. Or as good. Depends.

They’re over Mexico City all the time too. I told you, we live on a strange planet with many unusual things. They come out of Water Hen lake all the time too. All the time! Okay, not constantly.

Anyway, this is a weird world. I think I need to go toddle off and find some happy things to occupy my time, my eyes are bleeding!!! Not literally though.

Two of my favorite people

Seymour Hersh was the investigative reporter responsible for exposing the My Lai massacre in 1969 and fuelling the American Peace Movement. He won a Pulitzer Prize in 1970. Since then he has been exposing various things from an attack on a pharmaceutical factory in the Sudan to the current plan for the military to use nuclear weapons in Iran. He broke the story that one group of “insurgents” killed in Iraq were actually a group of young soccer players.

Iva Toguri D’Aquino was identified as Tokyo Rose, a propaganda commentator heard on the radio during World War Two. She was charged with treason and sentenced. Her history is more complex though, she was a Japanese American who was visiting Japan when Pearl Harbour was bombed and she wasn’t able to return to America. And she couldn’t just be Japanese either, because she was an American. So she became a POW, and part of her job was to read out propaganda reports in comedy sketches and introductions to news reports. So she did, but she subverted them. She used part of the money she got from her POW work to help other American POW’s. Today she is the only American to be pardoned from treason.

Military Technology

You know, of all the military technologies every invented, I think I like the internet the best. It was invented in 1962 out of the US Department of Defense’s DARPA program. They needed a way to transmit information even in the event of a nuclear war. So they created this web of information, with servers ALL over the world. And it was designed really well, because it had to resist attempts to control it or shut it down. And it was originally just going to be used for military secrets, and then that expanded to using it as a library.

Some people say that in a matter of years the internet is going to be the world’s first true artificial intelligence.

So it went to the academics, it was really good for publishing scientific studies. And then the nerds got a hold of it, because you can play dungeons and dragons on it and so forth, and talk about stuff. And then amateur pornographers got a hold of it. And on and on it went until today, when pretty much everyone uses it. And some intensely dark sides of human nature were naturally able to show up on it, along with light things like spiritual growth. And I think the military eventually realized that they had inadvertently created a truly democratic publishing forum. And so all kinds of laws started coming in to place, stuff under all kinds of more neutral names, because that’s how those laws show up. And people were whipped up into supporting the governments again, and they did.

But they still talked online. Only this time they were open and upfront about themselves, especially if they were part of the majority. And suddenly it was in vogue to hate minorities again, because the older generation honestly didn’t know that people had started being honest on the internet. They thought people still lied all the time. And I’m sure some of the time they do. And that’s why these wars are failing.

It’s different though, the internet is still primarily an American phenomenon, so shameless confession just automatically was kicked off in an entire generation of American youth. The soldiers now going to war have never known a time when the internet wasn’t used to tell the truth. And of course, if you’re doing it through a military technology, then the soldiers obviously are in constant internet access.

This may be the first time in history that war crimes have been exposed by the criminals themselves in real time.

Panopticon

I know one thing which has always worried civil liberties folks is the issue of surveillance. And surveillance has been used for a long ass time to figure out what’s really going in in various groups. I mean, look at all the bugs and so on invented by the CIA. When my cousin went crazy he kept being terrified of being surveilled by the government. I realized it was an interesting use of force.

The Panopticon is a model for a prison proposed by Jeremy Bentham in the late 18th century. It was designed with a central observatory post surrounded by cells which could be seen at all times theoretically. This constant surveillance was supposed to provide moral guidance. If you are always being watched, then you will always be “normalized.” Foucault expanded on this concept by using it to discuss surveillance. He saw that this kind of All Seeing eye was a replacement for God. If God can see everything you do he can judge you, and if you know God is watching then you won’t do bad things. But that was subverted, suddenly someone else became God and surveillance became a disciplinary force.

Do you know most cameras in public don’t even connect to a VCR? I mean, who actually wants to sit around watching an ATM all the time? Some cameras are connected to real people, like the ones at the Sky Train in case someone looks like they’re going to jump. You just never know.

So I decided to put myself under surveillance for ten years. I mean, if they really wanted to know what I was doing, why not? I was just doing stupid shit anyway. And I knew they wanted thoughts, so I told all my thoughts. Why not? And the funny thing is, nothing I said mattered because by definition I was the lowest on the totem pole in this society. I was a person of colour, queer, a girl, poor, etc etc. It didn’t matter if I was intelligent or not, by virtue of my identity I was a nobody. And by virtue of my identity I was everything people are supposed to be ashamed of.

So I thought fuck it, why should I be ashamed? And I spent my time under surveillance being shamelessly me. And yet, since I was a nobody, no one really cared what I thought. But they did care that I wasn’t ashamed, and if someone as worthless as me wasn’t ashamed then why did they have to be ashamed. And so the internet became one big reality show.

And the mainstream caught on, suddenly reality shows were the big thing, because they didn’t really know why so many people were interested in mundane daily life things. So we got goofy reality television, shows like Big Brother and Survivor and so on. And people really liked it, because suddenly ANYBODY could be a star just by exposing themselves on television . . .

Or on the internet, where there were no corporate censors.

The problem with a world that loves reality shows is if you do it in a country which is also war mongering and celebrates war, then war itself becomes one big reality show. It was exciting for the people involved, because war always excites people, I’m not sure why. So then you send out soldiers who are trained to believe the world is a reality show, and they didn’t honestly know that they were doing illegal things. Because their community encouraged it. Their spiritual leaders preached hate. Their government preached hate. Their friends preached hate. They recieved orders which didn’t conflict with their hate ideology either. And so realistically, they were showing the reality of war to people who were encouraging it. They became surveilled, by their own hand. And there wasn’t that moral compass of the fear of being surveilled anymore, because how can you fear surveillance if you’re the people doing it?

Places to find me

Publications

Fireweed Fall/Winter 1997 “revolution girl style.”
Home on the Plains – prose
My Dog’s Piercing Intellect – cartoon
Untitled – (back cover) cartoon
text:
“I was drawing this really righteous girl who was gorgeous and kicked butt and held deadly weapons, but the only part I could draw decently were her legs.
Realizing this would be seen as objectifying and fetishizing kick ass grrl legs, I decided to write this disclaimer.
The rest of her, although you can’t see it, is entirely fierce and intimidating, and instills in you a sense of empowerment, and hopefully will cause you to run amok in a fit of underage female N-R-GY. Yeah! You go girl!”

Lazy Bibliography (I didn’t feel like finding them all)

Ken Eisner, “Light and Shadow,” Georgia Straight, 15 March 1999

Magnetic North – Walker Art Center
Stills from “Untouchable,” photo response to Untouchable by Catherine Opie, “For and in conversation with Thirza.”

Transference, Tradition, Technology: Native new media exploring visual & digital culture.
“Thirza Cuthand” by Shawna Dempsey, originally published in Poolside.
“Indigenous Experimentation” by Victor Masayesva
“Re:Wind” by Dana Claxton

The Romance of Transgression in Canada
Queering Sexualities, Nations, Cinemas
By Thomas Waugh, Foreword by Bruce La Bruce
McGill – Queen’s University Press
Bio pg 397, Still from Working Baby Dyke Theory on pg 398 brief mention somewhere but I don’t feel like looking it up. This is actually like the yearbook I always wanted.

Happy things

I think I’m just going to talk about art now. I love art. Everyone loves art. I mean who wouldn’t? Just sometimes some things are thought of as art and some aren’t.

Guernica by Picasso is art. Actually, various historical art works focus on the issue of war.

I always wanted to see Guernica in real life. The painting I mean.

It’s about the Spanish Civil War under the leadership of Generalissimo Francisco Franco. Incidentally this is also the time period shown in Pan’s Labyrinth, with the evil Captain Vidal. Apparently people appealed to Picasso to make a statement about fascism in Spain and elsewhere. Picasso didn’t like politics, but after a massacre which killed 16 000 civilians he went to his studio and painted Guernica. It opened at the Paris Exposition and got critical reception, typically people said it looked like a three year old could paint it. But it began to tour Europe and became one of the strongest indictments of fascism. Today it stands as a masterpiece.

Saturn Eats His Son by Goya is also art.

Goya started out as a court painter to royalty. During the Napoleonic invasions and Spanish war of independence he was so shocked by the horror of war that he devoted a series to it in his off time.

Claude Cahun was also an activist artist. Apparently she shocked Duchamp, who was already running around in ladies clothes anyway. She did a lot of self portraiture and played with gender roles. She lived with her partner in Paris and they held cultural and political meetings in their studio in Montparnasse. During Nazi occupation they made agit-prop art as part of their resistance activities. From Wikipedia:

“Following the outbreak of World War 2 and the German invasion, they became active as resistance fighters and propagandists. Fervently against war, the two worked extensively in producing anti-German fliers. Many were snippets from English-to-German translations of BBC reports on the Nazi’s crimes and insolence, which were pasted together to create rhythmic poems and harsh criticism. The couple then dressed up and attended many German military events in Jersey, strategically placing them in soldier’s pockets, on their chairs, etc. Also, fliers were inconspicuously crumpled up and thrown into cars and windows. In many ways, Cahun and Malherbe’s resistance efforts were not only political but artistic actions, using their creative talents to manipulate and undermine the authority which they despised. In many ways, Cahun’s life’s work was focused on undermining a certain authority, however her specific resistance fighting targeted a physically dangerous threat. In 1944 they were arrested and sentenced to death, but the sentences were never carried out. However, Cahun’s health never recovered from her treatment in jail, and she died in 1954.”

Private Life

I’m happy to have a private life again. You might be surprised to know I’m actually a ridiculously private person, in fact the only reason this blog wasn’t anonymous is because I knew people needed to start sticking their real names to the ideologies they were espousing. But also, I dunno. It was funny. I’m kind of glad I’m private again though because certain people in my life don’t want their shit everywhere. And I get that, totally, I was doing this for art. Art!

When I got my psychic reading she said “Do you boss people around?” And I thought pshaw, no way, otherwise I would have control over my life. And then I said “Well, I’m a director.” I guess I hadn’t anticipated being this good of a director. But she did note that I was getting help from others now instead of doing it alone all the time. And that’s true, I can’t do everything on my own. I don’t know though, if I had to write report cards I sometimes worry it might say “Does not follow instruction.” I was really worried I’d end up being like Charlton Heston at the end of Planet Of The Apes.

But I think people have held on pretty well. It does get overwhelming though, when horrid stuff seems to take precedence over the nice things. But I mean, yeah, that’s human history in a nutshell. I guess people were just really good at turning a blind eye to these things, and so in a way it had to get really in your face. I wish it didn’t, I wish people could have just gone to see movies and art and listened to music to play out these stories and actually looked at history. I mean, that’s the decent thing to do. But I also know psychiatry as it stands today has really got a stranglehold on society, I mean, even I was duped into taking pills two months after I felt my root chakra being activated. But again, like I say, the light can be too trusting.

I honestly don’t think I’ll be coming back to this planet, some really fucked up shit lives here. But who knows, maybe it will turn into a nice place. Maybe. At least people finally know who other people really are.

I’m not really mad at certain other people in Montreal who sent me to the ward, because they honestly had no idea what happens there. I hope they do now.

People think prophecy is all about someone knowing the future. But I am starting to think that the people who tell prophecies are actually people who are making a promise that they’ll fulfill in a future life.

I don’t know what people are going to do now. I know what they’re going to do, but other people, hmm, not sure. I think people need to start having small discussion groups with eachother about things they’ve noticed, things that need to change, and ideas they have for changing them. A lot can happen at kitchen tables with a couple of friends. And I think we need to have way more art in the world. Basically, we have to stop letting the darkness run everything, and we have to stop feeling bullied by them, because they’re the ones with the secrets to worry about.