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Please welcome to the world … Derek McCormack CASTLE FAGGOT (Semiotext(e))

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CASTLE FAGGOT DAY
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Derek McCormack

Welcome to Castle Faggot, the new novel by me! It’s published by Semiotext[e] and comes with an afterword by Dennis Cooper and Zac Farley.

 

 

To promote the book, I’ve written a cast commercial for the cast of The Andy Griffith Show to perform during Episode 2 of Season 4. The episode’s called: “The Haunted House.”

 

 

——“A fag!”
——I’m a fag.
——“I’m a dead fag!”
——I’m a dead fag.
——“I hanged myself – I had to do it!”
——I’m hanging from a chandelier. I’m hanging like a chandelier. I’m more chandelier than faggot!
——“A faggot in this town – what a terrible thing to be! A faggot on this show – what a terrible thing to be!”
——It’s The Andy Griffith Show. It’s the Rimshaw House, the most haunted house in Mayberry. The chandelier’s brown with cobwebs; the cobwebs are brown with crud. I’m a bit brown – I shat myself.
——The show’s in black and white.

——“Who goes there?” Sheriff Andy Taylor tiptoes into the house. He’s played by Andy Griffith. “Hi, Dad!”
——I’m a dead fag.
——“Oh, Opie,” he says, acting, “why’d you go and do that?”
——“I want to meet the Count!”
——“Opie, don’t be ridiculous,” he says. “The Count’s a cartoon character – how would a cartoon come on a sitcom?”

——“What is it, Andy?” Deputy Barney Fife says, scrambling into the scene, sidearm drawn. He’s played by Don Knotts. “What is it – a bank robber? a moonshiner? a kidnapper? This sound serious, Andy! Maybe we should stake it out! Maybe we should set a trap or something! We got to nip this in the bud – before it brings Mayberry to its knees!”
——“Hi, Barney,” I say.
——I’m a dead fag.
——“Opie committed suicide,” Andy says, “because he wanted to meet the Count.”
——“The Count?” Barney’s eyes bulge. “Opie, how many times do I have to tell you: cartoons aren’t real!”

——“Count Fruitcake is real to me!” I say. “He’s the star of my favorite Saturday morning commercials! He’s an interior decorator – his clients are vampires and werewolves and mummies!”

——“Oh, this really takes the cake!” Barney takes off his cap and flings it at the floor. “This is your fault, Andy. This is all your fault. You let Opie watch too much television. It’s bad for the brain – it’s bad for the brain!
——“Opie, Opie, Opie. You have what’s known in science as an active imagination. All those vampires and werewolves and Frankensteins you see on the tv – you think they’re real! The Count’s a cartoon! The Count’s an animated character! He’s fictional! How could a cartoon –” Barney stumbles back. “Walt Doody!”

——Walt Doody comes down the staircase. He looks like he does on tv.

——“Walt Doody!” I say. “What are you doing on my show?”
——“It’s a crossover!” Walt Doody says. “I’ve crossed over to our show so that you can cross over to mine – The Wonderful World of Walt Doody!

——“Yay!” I say.

——The Wonderful World of Walt Doody is the weekly show where I advertise my amusement park, Doodyland. The park’s made up of lands – Funland’s for fun, Futureland’s for futures, Fantasticland’s fantastic – and Faggotland? Faggotland’s for faggots!”

——“Yay!” I say.

——“Whats the faggiest land in Doodyland? Faggotland! What’s the faggiest ride in Faggotland? Castle Faggot! What’s Castle Faggot? It’s the home of Count Choc-o-log, the mascot of the monster cereal that faggots eat for breakfast. The cereal looks like shit. The cereal tastes like shit.”

——“Yay!” I say.

——“What makes Castle Faggot so faggy?
——“The faggots!
——“The castle’s decorated by Count Fruitcake, the foremost faggot decorator in the world!
——“What’s his style? Suicide! He’s decorated his castle with suicides! There are faggots who drank arsenic. There are faggots who drank absinthe. There are faggots who shot themselves.
——“Why, friends, there are so many ways for faggots to commit suicide – and there are so many faggot suicides! To the Count they’re décor – they destroy themselves and he displays them! What do you call a faggot with a hole in his head? Vase. What do you call a faggot hanging from a chandelier? Crystal!”

——“I always dreamed I’d be a chandelier!” I say.

——“Allow me to introduce the interior decorator who decorated the castle – Robert Analtole, Count Robert de Montesquiou-Fruitcake.”

——The Count descends the staircase.

——“Yay!” I say.

——The Count’s in color, or a color – purple: purple lipstick, purple blush, purple paint in his pompadour. It looks like he’s wearing makeup or like his makeup’s wearing makeup – he’s a cartoon, he’s made up of makeup: he’s makeup smeared on air.

——The Count’s carrying a book: Castle Faggot by Derek McCormack. It’s a cartoon, too.

——“The Castle Faggot book is the official book of Castle Faggot!” Walt Doody says. “It has four sections. The first’s a map of Faggotland; the second’s a photobook of Castle Faggot; the third, a set of instructions to the Castle Faggot doll house; the fourth, a novelization of a children’s tv special based on the Castle Faggot ride and the monster cereal mascots who dwell in it!”

“It’s in stores now!” Opie says.

 

 

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——CASTLE FAGGOT GETS KIND WORDS FROM LONELY CHRISTOPHER AND JEREMY LYBARGER

——Welcome, boils and ghouls and non-boo-nary fucks, to the shitty, sparkly world of Derek McCormack! He’s back at it again kids, and if you tear off 666 box tops and mail them to Canada with a pair of your skidmarked undies, you’ll be entered in a contest to win your own suicide. McCormack’s last book, The Well-Dressed Wound, was a closet drama, a seance inside a play, but this time our outré author is taking us on a dark ride to Faggotland, which is what we in the United States call Disneyland Paris…McCormack’s writing is a form of interior decoration. He writes about decadents who “decorate as if they’d flipped a castle upside-down, so that crap from the crypt—the blood, the bones, the bodies—dropped down.” Like a funhouse, everything is topsy-turvy but presentational. There’s a dioramic quality to McCormack’s prose, which contrasts dramatically with the disturbing content, as if a grade schooler made a very meticulous shoebox model depicting a scene from The120 Days of Sodom……Please welcome Derrière-lick Muck-whore-sack!
–Lonely Christopher

If I had to summarize Castle Faggot at gunpoint, I’d say it’s basically a satire of an amusement park modeled on Disneyland. The heart of the park is Faggotland, which is designed to look like Paris, “the faggiest city.” At the heart of Faggotland is Castle Faggot, a haunted castle full of (literal) shit and the bodies of gay men who killed themselves…[T]he chaperones of this grim debauch are Count Choc-o-log, Boo-Brownie and Franken-Fudge, excremental knockoffs of General Mills’s monster cereal mascots. They aren’t so much characters as manifestations of the novel’s premise: “All faggots are cartoons.” To call the novel a satire, though is to pasteurize it somewhat, or reduce it to generic conventions of exaggeration and catcall. Castle Faggot is an experience – its own biosphere, its own zip code. Or, more apropos, it’s a creaky coaster always one switchback away from derailment…The dichotomies of top/bottom and inside/outside pervade the book – and are another queer pun. McCormack reifies these in the layout. A little more than halfway through, the text is abruptly printed upside down, and you have to flip the book to continue reading. On the surface, this gambit is an allusion to two other structures built ass-up: the fictional Castle Faggot and the real-life House Upside Down, the trick-mirror attraction Henry Roltair designed for the Pan-American Exposition, which makes a cameo here.
–Jeremy Lybarger, 4Columns

 

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UPSIDE-DOWN STUFF THAT INSPIRED CASTLE FAGGOT

 

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——Upsy Downsy is a brand developed by Mattel. It concerns two races of strange beings, one that lives rightside-up (The Upsys), the other upside-down (The Downsys). These psychedelic creatures and their fantasy world were featured in a short-lived line of colorful toys and story books for young children in 1970 (copyright in 1969).

Upsys
–Flossy Glossy
–Tickle Pinkle
–Pudgy Fudgy
–Baby So-High

Downsys
–Downsy Dilly
–Pocus Hocus
–Mother What Now
–Miss Information

Wiz-z-zers
–The Furry Hurry Wiz-z-zer with Hithery Thithery (Upsy)
–The Hairy Hurry Wiz-z-zer with Skelter Helter (Downsy)

The Book Line
Eight of the main Upsy Downsy characters were spotlighted in a series of lush, colorful (and slightly psychedelic) Storybooks that chronicled their crazy adventures. There was also a larger book, Welcome to Upsy Downsy Land, which introduced the Happidiculous World and its inhabitants as a whole. This book told of the surreal origins of the Upsys and Downsys. They were once merely flowers, covering an entire world made of fuzzy dandelions. A sentient wind called The Great Huff passed by this world long ago, and, having his nose tickled by the dandelions, blew them all away. As the dandelions fell back to earth, some of them fell through a rainbow, and were magically changed into rightside-up beings known as Upsys. Other dandelions fell through a storm cloud, and became upside-down creatures called Downsys. The two factions, despite each being the others’ polar opposite, got along famously, and developed their own little civilization which came to be known as “Upsy Downsy Land.”
–Wikipedia

 

 

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Norman W. Johnson, whose Upside-Down House promotion lured thousands of home buyers to the city he was creating out of farmland in what is now Sunrise, died on Monday at Plantation General Hospital. He was 72.
——In 1960, Mr. Johnson bought 2,650 acres just north of Plantation for $10 million and began developing his city. The village was next to a golf course and off Sunrise Boulevard, so he called it Sunrise Golf Village when it was incorporated in 1961. It became Sunrise in 1971.
——Gov. Farris Bryant appointed Mr. Johnson its first mayor, even though he was not a resident of the village and never would be. There were no residents in the village.
What his fledgling city needed, Mr. Johnson reasoned, was something – a sales gimmick – that would lure prospective buyers into the rural,far-west reaches of the county to look at his homes, his son Bruce said.
——By July 1960, the Upside-Down House had been built for $11,500 on Sunset strip and opened to the public. Furniture and fixtures were bolted, nailed, wired, glued or welded in place, a Pontiac convertible was parked in the carport and shrubs filled a planter in front of the home – all upside down.
——“We needed something really outstanding that would attract people into our subdivision,” Mr. Johnson said in 1985. “This brought the people out, plus they were talking about Sunrise and found out where it was. The only problem was you had to change the plants every two months, because they’d turn around and start growing toward the sun.”
——The topsy-turvy house was also a model of the 10,000 homes that Mr. Johnson was building in the development – right side up – and selling for $10,745.
South Florida Sun-Sentinel, March 14, 1990

 

 

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——Meanwhile, Roltair went to Paris to present a new creation, House Upside Down. In the August 1899 issue of Mahatma, the London correspondent reported that Roltair was at the Paris Crystal Palace and labeled him “the unsurpassed builder of optical illusions…”
——Roltair’s Upside Down House was a large, three-story manor house resting on its gables with the foundation eighty feet in the air.
——Visitors entered through a dormer in the attic and found everything inside upside down. The scene was a masterpiece of detail. Underfoot was what appeared to be ceilings with chandeliers like giant toadstools. Overhead were chairs and tables and other furniture clinging to the reversed floors…
——The really amazing feature of the house was the view through the windows which commanded a large expanse of the exposition grounds. Everything outside was seen to be upside down…
——Not satisfied with building a perfectly inverted house, Roltair made the upside down illusion complete by setting special mirrors at an angle in the window casings. Visitors were not allowed to get close to the windows for fear as the attendants said, that they would “fall down into the sky.”
Roltair: Genius of Illusion by John A. McKinven

 

The Midway. There are 48 shows of varying degrees of merit on the Midway of the Pan American [Exposition]. For some of these too much cannot be said. They are splendid and one can view them time and time again with interest. …Roltair’s Palace of illusions, the House Upside Down, is the oddest attraction on the grounds and represents a real house standing on its roof and chimneys. The visitor enters through the roof and after passing through the various apartments, all appearing in topsy-turvy arrangement, reaches the grand palace of illusion where twenty beautiful young women are shown cleverly arranged with splendid settings. On the stage are shown four transformation illusions, one dissolving into the other and culminating in Roltair’s masterpiece, “Niagara Falls”
Michigan Bulletin, July 1901

 

 

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The Reverse Castle (also known as the Inverted Castle) is an upside down version of Dracula’s Castle which appears in Castlevania: Symphony of the Night if Alucard frees Richter from Shaft’s dark spell instead of defeating him, a quest which requires finding number of hidden items in the normal castle. It’s a vertically flipped version of the normal castle map, with different color schemes, area names, music, items, enemies and bosses.
——Within the Reverse Castle, in a nod to Castlevania II: Simon’s Quest, Alucard must find the five body parts of Dracula (which function as Relics) in order to access the Reverse Castle Center, defeat Shaft in battle, before ultimately challenging the Vampire Lord and obtain one of the possible good endings.
——The player can travel to and from the Reverse Castle using the chamber at the top of Castle Keep originally used to enter it and its reverse equivalent. Using a Library Card in the Reverse Castle will also warp Alucard to the normal castle’s Long Library, although there’s no way to do the opposite.
–castlevania.fandom.com/wiki/Reverse_Castle

 

 

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——The cherry-popping, ventriloquial, Montesquiou biographeme above – citation, another act of throwing a voice – made up of simultaneities, in which the folie a deux climaxes into a menage a trois, heterosexuality into something homosexual, can be read as a gloss on key coordinates of Hawkins’s oeuvre It’s not only because Boldini’s infamous portrait of the Comte in an immaculate dove-gray suit, back arced to set off the bladelike line of his walking stick, takes (miniature) pride of place in a room in A Bordello on Rue St. Lazare (2007), one of two Hawkins sculptures using painted black tables and spookily altered dollhouses that might just be made for the dead. Montesquiou’s acute silhouette shadows, and has for decades shadowed shadowlessly, Hawkins’s thinking and methodologies; the most reviled Proustian “real life” model is embraced as a warlock of contrarian catalysis, who urges the elegant, proctologic finger be given to the concept of contrariness itself. For the Count throws no shadow he make in the mirror no reflect…He has the strength of many of his hand…He can transform himself to wolf…He can be as bat…He can come in mist, which he create…He come on moonlight rays as elemental dust…He masquerade as hillbilly…He paint, now Nabishly now not…He arrive as Greek and Roman, Indian and cowboy…Through titles he summons Deleuzian machines and halfbreeds…He become so small…He can, when once he find his way, come out from anything or into anything, no matter how close it be bound or even fused up with fire–solder you call it. He can see in the dark–no small power this, in a world which is one half shut from the light.

Comte Montesquiou, Count Dracula, Count Chocula, Grandpa Munster. Cf. Baron de Charlus.

 

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Paul Lynde-ish.
–Bruce Hainley, “Slowly (2nd Draft),” from Richard Hawkins: Of two minds, simultaneously

 

 

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A FEW FINAL WORDS ABOUT CASTLE FAGGOT FROM LISA ROBERTSON AND EDMUND WHITE

In Derek McCormack’s home province, farm boys with growing pains enjoy a little-known meal called bed-supper – a hearty bowl of sweet breakfast cereal enjoyed as a midnight snack. Here McCormack has composed a peculiarly salacious bed-supper, where the long secret sweet-tooth of the Marquis de Sade glints as it sinks into the dirtiest of dishes This useful book will more than stay your appetite until breakfast – Castle Faggot is also a manual of redecoration, a musical, a puppet show, a theory of cosmetics, a work of poetics, and a glorious celebration of the French decadence.
–Lisa Robertson

This is what it felt like to sit in a crib with another baby and to play blissfully with your own shit while your mothers sat downstairs drinking cocktails.
– Edmund White

 

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Thank you, Dennis, thank you, Zac, thank you to Richard Hawkins and Bruce Hainley and to everybody who took time to read this! Love, Derek

 

 

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p.s. Hey. This weekend the blog has the total honor of not only helping usher the great Derek McCormack’s new novel ‘Castle Faggot’ into the world but to do so via the hand of the maestro himself. It’s as incredible a novel as any novel could be, and you can ‘hear’ me and Zac Farley speak to its amazingness at length in a conversation that forms the book’s afterword. Enjoy the show of shows, and I can’t recommend highly enough that you snag the novel and read it. And massive thanks to Derek for selecting this humble abode as an outlet. ** wolf, Gurglegurgleexplode! Yes, it was like the good old days when paranoid thinking was used for fun. One of my brothers has gone whole hog Bill Gates is Satan, plague is a ploy, Trump is Joan of Arc, etc. etc. conspiracy theorist guy, and it’s a wonder to the worst degree. Your BigFoot theory may be edgy, but, as an edgy guy, I see all kinds of plausibility therein. And, hey, we’ll be batting this shit around and lots of non-shit too in just a few hours, whoop! ** David Ehrenstein, Why the hell not, exactly. I’m going to see that Schrader by Monday morning if it’s the last thing I do. ** Ian, Hey there, Ian! As hard work goes, I think tiring oneself and muscling oneself up and financially rewarding oneself thereby via carpentry is … I don’t know, romantic, and even noble. I never realised how much I admire carpenters until you announced your wood-based intentions. Me too, about those shows, and I even got into the disappointment part. Mm, I don’t think those discrepancies in your work-in-progress have to be a problem at all necessarily. You just need to unify the sections in other ways, via a strong continuance of the central conceit or thematic or story and make sure the shifts in form and style read as deliberate. I’m the kind of reader where, as long as I have confidence that a writer has thought through and is aware of the seemingly odd shifts in their prose — and that’s something one feels from the writing more than anything — they can move a work around on the surface even radically. My new novel changes styles and tacks and lengths in every section, and, unless I’m fooling myself, I think that’s what will make the novel ‘exciting’ to read. So, I don’t know. Those are my thoughts anyway. Have a weekend full of lustrousness. ** Misanthrope, Are you so sure it wasn’t BigFoot? I bet there are dozens of people who would take your initial confusion as proof positive. Ha ha, uh, god knows who those kids would grow up to be if ‘Castle Faggot’ was their Winnie the Pooh. Yeah, I know your ears have been your bane, or one, or, I guess, two of them. For me, it’s my back. Right, I saw your dude is on SNL. I wonder if he’s capable of being funny. I imagine you think so. ** MANCY, Hey, S! So great to see you! A rare and true pleasure. I saw on FB that you got Covid. Man, so sorry. But I’m very happy to hear that you seem to be scooting through it. It’s weird, the last time the virus went nuts, I hardly knew anybody who got it, but this time I seem to know all kinds of people who have it or just had it. Yeah, Marilyn’s Mario post was a huge recent blog highlight for me. I did play ‘Galaxy’ and loved it. I’m dying to play the new ‘Paper Mario’, and our stores reopen in Paris today, so I have no more excuses not to get a fucking Switch. Awesome that you’re doing work for AS! Such a great enterprise, and that’s a huge score for them. I’m often showing people those amazing gif works you made a while back. Do you have any lingering interest in working with them? Feel perfect ASAP, and take care, and see you again soon, I hope. ** Steve Erickson, Yes, it’s a terrible decline from ‘Paul is Dead’ to an international cannibal pedophile ring operating under the code name Democratic Party. What’s sad is that the QAnon fuckers are so lame they even make an imaginary cannibal pedophile ring boring. I think if everyone started taking LSD again the world would be an infinitely more pleasant place. Sweet about the Black Friday score. Shit, I should have ordered my Switch yesterday, damn, I’m such a space case. ** Brian O’Connell, Morning, Brian. I agree. I think the boys were going to eat Kristoferson. They had knives and stuff, but it’s possible they were just going to disassemble him and my already pervy young mind leapt to an unnatural conclusion. No, the film version is set in the highlands of Scotland or Maine or somewhere, I forget. I will re: the Schrader. This weekend is partly dedicated to a hunt. Yes, massive luck all around about the pandemic’s slow fade. I get to go walk into a bookstore today for the first time in ages, so I’m feeling hopeful. Ultra-fine weekend, sir. ** Okay. Derek McCormack has you so incredibly covered locally this weekend. Dig the spoils. See you back here on Monday.

Big Feet and the Interdimensional Hypothesis *

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‘Jon-Erik Beckjord was a San Francisco-based paranormal investigator and photographer known for his far-reaching ideas regarding such phenomena as UFOs, crop circles, the Loch Ness Monster, and his specialty, Bigfoot, which he believed to be an extradimensional ghost-like entity that lives in mountains, forests, and even farmers’ fields. Beckjord characterized his theories as being “no more bizarre than those of Einstein, Dr. Michio Kaku or Dr. Fred Alan Wolf,” and considered many of his ideas to be continuations or expansions upon Einstein’s work.

‘Beckjord believed that Bigfoot and similar cryptids may be “inter-dimensional” beings that can occasionally take physical form for brief periods of time, but that, like the famed Cheshire cat, can “fade out” and pass through “wormholes”, possibly to other dimensions or parallel universes. He reported having had one of the creatures speak to him using telepathy, communicating the words “We’re here, but we’re not real, like what you think is real”. Beckjord claimed that such entities may be able to actually disappear into thin air, or even shapeshift.

‘Beckjord maintained that the interdimensional hypothesis may possibly, if proven, explain why there are thousands of alleged Bigfoot creature sightings each year, yet no dead zoological physical body is ever found. To evidence these ideas, Beckjord accumulated a large collection of enlarged photographs that he says show, among other things, “half-Bigfoots” and “invisible Bigfoots”, or possible aliens. The forms are often found in situations where the camera picked up images not seen by the witnesses, often due to distance. According to Beckjord, the images show primates, carnivores and beings not readily identified within known zoological classifications that resemble descriptions of aliens submitted to investigators.

‘He conducted much field work, such as camping out at “window sites” where, he said, Bigfoot activity is frequently seen. From 1978–1981, he collected his own photographic evidence of what he believes to be a “tribe” of either Bigfoots or aliens at El Dorado National Forest. Beckjord’s strong beliefs about Bigfoot and similar entities brought him into conflict not only with skeptics, who consider Bigfoot sightings to be a cultural phenomenon purely resulting from wishful thinking or hoaxes, but also with those who believe Bigfoot to be an actual physical creature.

‘Beckjord died at the age of 69 from prostate cancer on June 22, 2008, near his home in Lafayette, California. He had been maintaining the Crosses of Lafayette monument to casualties of the Iraq War before his death.’ — collaged

 

 

Interdimensional Hypotheses
by Jon-Erik Beckjord

1) A good example in literature is also “Through the Looking Glass” by Lewis Carrol. Alice goes into a mirror and enters a world where everything is reversed. A parallel universe or world. Also, “Alice in Wonderland” – she falls down a rabbit hole, and enters a strange world.

2) Heaven and Hell may be also parallel universes, if they exist. In an infinity of parallel universes, they probably do exist. The question is whether we on Earth have a wormhole to either one? Possibly so.

3) The Bermuda Triangle may be an entryway for a transverse wormhole and all those missing ships and planes may exist in another parallel world in a parallel universe.

4) In the situation of intra-universe wormholes, people may disappear and reappear at some other part of the world, in a different time. There are reports of a Spanish soldier from the 1600s appearing in our time for a short period, and then disappearing again. There are reports of farmers walking into a field and just vanishing. Many missing persons may have gotten into either an intra-universe wormhole, or an inter-universe wormhole. In the latter case, they would reappear in a different universe and world, and not this one.

5) Exotic creatures such as hairy humanoids, black panthers, Nessie,etc, may be made of exotic matter or even antimatter. There is talk in the literature about negative energy being involved. (More on this later). But it should be noted that herbalist Charles Hallmark took a video in OK near his home in a state park, in which four Bigfoot creatures showed up along with one hujman being, that he did not see. Analysis of this video shows that while these are some 200-300 feet away, that they were all watching Hallmark, and that using negative image transfers, (pos to neg,etc) it can be seen that the man is visible only in the negative state, but looks normal, while one hairy humanoid looks negative while three others look positive, in the negative state. When the image is reverted, the man is a white blob and so are the three creatures, while the first creature looks normal. This may relate to exotic matter, anti-matter and negative energy forces. Exactly how is not known.

6) What we think are dreams, but are “out of body experiences”, may take place in other universes that we get to via transverse wormholes.

7) I suggest that there is not just one transversable worm hole accessing this Earth, but thousands, even millions, separately, 24/7. Envision thousands, millions of such wormholes (passageways) twisting and crackling all over the Earth, sendng and receiving, taking and returning, over and over.

8) Life after death may be explained in some cases by the deceased’s life-force moving to another “plane” (parallel universe) via a transverse wormhole, and visits by spirits of the deceased may visit back here by the same method. If this is true, nobody truly dies. In some cases, where reincarnation is shown (studies by a Dr. Casey in Indian villages) (details tba) the visiting life force may “take” with a newborn child.

9) I suggest that Nirvana or Satori in Zen, is a result of accessing a wormhole, personally. Meditation is the attempt to enter a wormhole. Za-Zen, or sitting meditation, tries the same. I personally had such a trip, Satori, while sitting in the drivers seat of an Air National Guard bus, in a spring setting with green grass and sunlight, a driver for other troops, and waiting for them to return from a hike. Dreams, visions, “voices” in the head, the voices of Joan of Arc, divine visions, miracles, missing people, all can come via wormholes. IMHO.

10) Critics will level the charge that I am trying to explain all mysteries, under the catch-all of wormholes, but all I can offer in response is that while not every situation can be explained by wormholes in use, I suspect it will be found, over time, as we find tools to test this hypotheses with, that a large number of the mysteries will be explained in this manner. In the meantime, I have yet to see any better solution to mysteries.

11) Other applications are the famous “lost sock in the dryer” – which is not a joke, lost keys that later reappear on a plain table, missing money from a secure spot, travel by dying people 3000 miles to appear briefly to relatives, cases where priests are seen in two widely separated spots at the same instant, giving mass, and more.

12) In closing, I quote Albert Einstein “Great spirits have always encountered violent opposition from mediocre minds.” Skeptics are those who, when seeing the handwriting on the wall, declare it to be a forgery.

 


The Bigfoot Alien Connection Revealed


Does The CIA Have Evidence of a UFO Bigfoot Inter-Dimensional Connection?

 

Extraterrestrially

UFOs and Bigfoot; Evidence of an Inter-Dimensional Connection
Is Bigfoot an extraterrestrial visitor? Some researchers think so
Why the Inter-Dimensional Hypothesis makes sense when it comes to Bigfoot
Can a Sasquatch travel through dimensions?
INTERDIMENSIONAL BIGFOOT (Mindshock Podcast) INTERDIMENSIONAL BIGFOOT (Mindshock Podcast)
Bigfoot as an Interdimensional Interloper
Bigfoot Evolution and Creation Hypothesis
The Ufo/Bigfoot Connection: Our Past, Our Present, Our Hell
Bigfoot is a Ghost: Interdimensional Sasquatch, The Green Flash, and Why We’ll Never Find a Body

 

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p.s. Hey. ** David Ehrenstein, Always happy to get a big holiday up from the great genius Sly Stone. I wonder what’s happened to that documentary in the works about him. ** Sypha, Yes, I did read and remember really liking ‘Forbidden Colors’. Damn, I’m going to finally find that Schrader film somewhere today. Old schlock horror can be really wonderfully distracting if you ever want to turn your life completely if briefly off. ** Tosh Berman, Hi, Tosh. It would be so great to read Mishima in Japanese. The English translators always seem to give his writing a slightly different style, so it’s impossible to know how he actually writes or at least which translation is the closest. Yeah, him, Dazai, Tanizaki, and especially Kawabata for me, total gods. I might add Endo, Akutagawa, Inoue, and what little I’ve read of Fumiko Enchi was incredible. ** wolf, Can the Can, or, wait, 48 Crash! I’ve looked into the legal use of gifs a little. It’s kind of vague. If they’re considered ‘movie’ clips, their brevity makes them fair game. If they’re lumped in with still images, it’s dicier. One of the main reasons my gif novels are free is because I didn’t want to draw the ire of the owners of the source material or the gif makers themselves by monetising them. I guess if one did a high profile show of gif projections that reached the ears of the gifs’ source owners, they might cause a fuss. Or at least if they were employed/ distorted in such a way as to render them as other than free publicity. Good question. I’d be willing to take the chance. No, gifs with sound don’t exist that I know of. Excellent idea though. Not sure why they don’t. Rumor (that I’ve heard) is that the Hayward might be permanently closing, so I guess I’ll wait to see if that pans out before I hit up my old pal. ** _Black_Acrylic, You’re most welcome. How was the class? I don’t know ‘Limmy’s Show’, but that clip of the girl is totally fantastic. I’m going to see what else she makes. Thanks, Ben. And, yeah, how did your story go over? ** David S. Estornell, Hi, David! Very happy the post sat so well with you. How are you? Getting through the quarantine with relatively flying colors, I hope. ** Steve Erickson, Hi. His was a very untimely early death, yes. You guys can still eat outside. Lucky you guys. We can grab and go at very select venues, mostly fast food joints, but that’s it until January 20th. A Thanksgiving song! My holiday is saved! Everyone, Steve marked yesterday’s US holiday by composing and posting a timely song called “What Are You Thankful For?”. Go find out what that entails here. Yes, I saw that an actual official Screamers release is imminent. So many questions on the order of, ‘If that demo tape existed all this time, why did it take decades to release it?’ Etc. Very odd. And, yes, I heard the ‘single’ of ‘Punish or Be Damned’ and it’s revelatory and fantastic. Wow. ** Misanthrope, Hi, G. I would say yes, Derek’s work has gotten more intense. I think ‘Castle Faggot’ is his masterpiece so far, as you have already gathered if you’ve read Zac’s and my gush fest. In fact, Derek made a gorgeous ‘welcome’ post for the book that will be here tomorrow. It’s true the pressure on TC was pretty vivid. Dude, I might hit you up on that mac and cheese through the mail offer at some point. I normally bring a few boxes back with me from LA, but … yeah, LA might as well be Mars at the moment. Now your stomach is rebelling? Lord, man, make the docs go over you inside and out with a fine toothed comb or its medical equivalent. And how strange that your earhole has survived all these years. I should make a post about it. I love secret passages, as you well know. ** Brian O’Connell, Hi, Brian! I haven’t seen ‘Dekalog’, but pretty much everyone I know, whether they love him or are ‘meh’ about him, seem to think that’s his greatest thing. Ozu’s color films are startling when you’re used to his b&w films, but they’re also astonishing. There was a very odd film made of ‘The Sailor Who Fell From Grace with the Sea’ back in the 70s, I think, that ends with boys preparing to eat Kris Kristoferson, and that I remember liking but which may not hold up at all. Yes, I’m going to finally find a way to see the Schrader ASAP. Surely it’s on one of the illegal sites I’ve bookmarked. Glad your Thanksgiving did its thing. No, I didn’t do anything out of the ordinary, but the ordinary was all right. Yes, the pundits on the US news channels I can watch over here are predicting a swift post-Thanksgiving total doom. May they somehow be naysaying wackos. Great talking with you too, and happiest Friday. ** Right. I thought I would drag today’s goofy post corpse out of the blog’s graveyard for reasons I’m not sure I know or could explain if I did. See you tomorrow.

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