Respecting C2C-AM:

The mainstream voices that daily pour forth a torrent of trivial, terrible and topical trash, wonder why so many heads and ears are tuning their dials to "Coast to Coast AM" in ever increasing numbers.

Yet, they haven’t shown even a dim awareness of "Why?"

They look for tricks, gimmicks and packaging, yet have not begun to examine their content for what Terry Hansen describes as "The Missing Times." Yes, the same "missing times" on all the channels, ignored by all the watchdogs that didn’t bark, or hunt, or wake up, or escape their short leash to report the real news.

The true diagnosis is in nature of the content, the public’s soulful hunger for truth and thirst for facts. While the main stream wonders puzzled, they still promote the pictures and policies of the so-called "real world" that NASA or Harvard declare to be the ineffable face of truth. Even if it is NASA discussing what was found on Mars or a professor at Harvard who, with Ex cathedra finality, declaring that abductees are misunderstanding sleep catalepsy for a trip to other places, for millions of people listening nightly: "That dog won’t hunt."

This whiskey of the orthodox, let call it "Old Liar" (199 proof) that media sips and occasionally swigs, is the preferred intoxicant of "mainstream boobery," and, brother, what "a bender" it went on with the coverage of the JFK murder plot, bottles lay strewn everywhere, bottles of insignificant facts, bottles of lies, and many empty bottles, once filled with "The courage to tell the truth to the American People," had all gone down the drain...

Do you remember entire fifth of "Old Liar" drunk by Radio TV media on the day after the TWA 800 shoot-down?
It was a media binge, ending months later with the blatant cover-up of federal agents pumping LP gas into a Boeing 747 tank to fake and "make true" the explosion as "false cause" more palatable to the public.

What a hangover for the nation’s papers!

"Old Liar," 199 proof is a jealous drink, and does not suffer competing claims by rival beverages without envious, snarky knives slashing and slicing the truth into ribbons. It is the case of a man, who upon murdering his parents then asks the court for mercy pleading as he is an orphan.

Those maintaining fences of the possible must be pleased indeed at the level of consumption of this approved and welcome intoxicant.

For on the first day of Art Bell’s beginning night, the fences and forces that control the conventional airwaves were bypassed and a necessary new view of the world was awakened...

Not every one was happy.

Deep in the blackest, "special ops" community, voices began to be heard, a whispering campaign suggesting that he (Art Bell) was practicing reckless journalism…

Or was revealing truly great and necessary-to-keep secrets.

This impossible paradox, not appreciated as a steady stream of "nasty grams," trashing the quality and value of the guests, and Art’s tolerance of these fakers and frauds which reminds of the biblical admonition, that of noticing "the mote in thy neighbor’s eye," while ignoring the "beam in thine own eye."

For Art Bell, was new force of genuine curiosity with a passion to explore the truly fantastic wondrous depths of the mystery of who we are or may yet be and a mysterious momentum in a Dark Matter universe in which we may find ourselves from moment, to moment, to micro moment.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Art_Bell

The torch was passed to George Noory and added radio crew and the audience continued to grow. No one can please everyone, but it seems that a key qualification should be the intelligence to understand that the world is infested with plots and stealthy purpose(s), and George passes this test with "Flying Colors" — further while being decent and polite, an accomplishment of both maturity and discernment. George demonstrates the superiority of honey over vinegar.

Lessons "the mainstream" has yet to learn.

A frequent guest on C2C-AM represents the Prime advocacy of SETI and repeats his bottomless ignorance in guest appearance after appearance.

This polite hearing has a clever goal. For all can hear the method to this madness is in the polite listening, which is juxtaposed with the next guest, fully informed on traffic in our skies, such as veteran Stan Friedman, is therefore seen not committing the sins of the guest from SETI who does not seem to have read any of the mountain of data supporting ET visitation.

The deep eclecticism of the C2C-AM schedule is its strength, and listening over long intervals, one suddenly sees the power of the size and extent of the coming collision between the sanitized and insulated "infantilized" world of the mainstream media.

The last laugh (indeed a whole laughing academy) will be had by most of the guests, and the hosts of C2C-AM.---which in the larger lens of history will be seen as how (that in spite of high walls of very expensive secrecy) a great measure of the victory credits will be in the courage and vision of Art Bell and his wise choice of a successor.

The main stream, still not straying from the fenced and propaganda rich feed that these cozy herd thinking beasts, snuffle in satisfaction and comfortable worship of the current shielded corner they painted themselves into while pretentiously ignoring the truly wondrous universe that C2C-AM explores.

  These mainstream voices still live in a world that no longer exists.  They still present a world isolated and alone in the cosmos. They ignore the traffic of visitors from  a big busy galaxy. They snicker and dismiss the citizens of this land when they report these inconvenient flying facts called "UFOs."

They dare not touch "the silent invasion" taking place from ice capped pole to tropics heat. The suffering forsaken, who have chunks taken out of their lives, as slick as a magician takes a silk kerchief out of a black hat.

These farmed folk, across a rainbow of color and station, from NASA physicists  long-haul truckers, to the children of a vice president, are treated with contempt by the defenders of the major myths.

How can the million-dollar newsreaders begin to tell of the forms of life gathered on great ships, sleek and shiny, when they do not even admit their ship’s presence?

What can these pretty faces say about what’s been seen inside the same ships denied, such as windows of banks of artificial wombs, with faces part us, part them?

What chagrin can they endure to report that this unchosen parenthood is hammered into their target’s hearts when little "large-headed ones," meet their Earth parents with smiles from and thoughts like tiny lightning bolts?

    How can those who had not the courage or good sense to nakedly admit these forms are a flesh exist (forms that connect "us ‘n’ them") now fall on their humility of mistaken myths, after hiding from truths that even now walk on our earth?

What shame can the orthodox boxed-minds admit decades after C2C-AM began (in Art Bell’s courageous and prowling mind) to explore the corners and frontiers that they,

"The MEDIA," would not touch?

How can they begin without apologies profuse to look at the universe as it is, not flimsy fabricated fake Drake equations, and other anti-empirical (yet "pro-empire") imagination of SETI cultists.

    How do they list the "facts ignored" from these physically missing, nightly taken, often returned with inside out nightclothes (or even the wrong night garment) from someone half a world away?

These "lions of standard bearing" fall further behind the world as it really is, and fail utterly to explain the gulf between that vanished world and the new reality, of a black back-track, a classified kingdom of projects and programs, that have tools and technology that could remake our world yet are now the quasi-private province of an unelected unknown few.

The faces behind the gleaming network desks very rarely ask questions that touch this secret kingdom.

Scarce indeed is the look at the size and extent of the great river of cash, some in budgets known, much funded by trade, that if exposed in any fullness would fill a new thousand-room prison with even past presidents to a former governors as "permanent guests."

This noisy messy search for truth is the warp and woof, the ferocious fabric that is torn and then stitched together in fresh formations by this dialectic of the night. And these battling advocacies constitute a genuine radio salon where the future is being forged and formed night by night.

And when the floodgates of UFO Disclosure do open and pour out upon our world, the listeners of C2C-AM will be far ahead of the population and may even play a role in the careful informed and considerable understandings they have may in effect have them informally teaching their Neighbors and family in an impromptu ET 101 Syllabus. The restoration of our "center of goodness" that this nation did govern from once, from the corner store to the halls of congress, to our defenders of liberty, all has been damaged and diminished and now threatens to engulf us in uncontrollable, tumultuous events, in a land of lies and rule by stealth and deception.

In this novel world, C2C-AM is a key institution, one that has awakened our land while most still sleep, literally and figuratively.

This radio network is paving the steps to a reform that will be more a storm than housekeeping, but will do both.

  The many who struggle to put bread on the table, raise their children, and save for the future have not the time and energy to spend years digging into the mountains of falsehoods. They have not the time to examine the untruths that flood across our misspent media.

But they have an uneasy intuition, a sense of something shifting, that this world is due for a fresh deal. They listen to C2C-AM because it gives form and frame to make these feelings comprehensible. 

  The Night nation that C2C-AM is tells it's story from truckers zipping from state to state, and reporting mysterious and silent lights streaking across night skies of this nation,

  This community of the star lit night reports awesome vast triangles moving with demon-quick and ghostly silence near our aerospace research centers, and when these sometimes quavering witnesses report, the hosts do not ask:

"And what were you drinking " but instead, ask:

"Describe in detail."

The hosts of C2C-AM who listen (when this supposedly enlightened society will not listen) have become "voices for the voiceless" and "eyes for the blind."

There is no real competitor except for this forum, a response to a society that sadly believes the popular myth of "There are no successful conspiracies."

This itself is a pernicious and insidious lie.  The best armor of conspirators is the claim that any real plot would immediately leak and vanish in the glare of public Attention and scrutiny. This would be true if skeptics understood that their blind faith on what is thrown over secrecy’s fence cannot be true ensures the continued triumph of the very angled treachery they so disbelieve in the core.

Yet C2C-AM speaks a steady weekly drumbeat on deviltry. It gives a forum and voice to the forgotten and forsaken at the giant networks who can merely arch their eyebrows and intone with unctuous and contemptuous dismissal, "We are serious and responsible and must avoid the tabloid trivial and the silly sensational, as we report "the news."

Never mind the number of nights the networks led with the ribald romps of golf stars, or the hours spent on the underwear challenged Hollywood dissolute drunks.

Week by week the power of C2C-AM grows.  Is this because it addresses a deepening hunger and thirst for the real condition of our world?

Or because it fills it's time with the ideas, people and events that the standard bearers will not touch, ideas and inventions, visitors from afar, from, perhaps, another star?

Concepts that expand the nature of who we are, and what we may become. Visions vivid in telling, that question of powers that may block our progress and powers that may empower us. 

No C2C-AM is not all serious. It has a portion, amusing humorous and just plain dotty, but that is a balancing tidbit on the substantive menu that feeds the mind  and the spirit.

C2C-AM is lighting a path back to a the values that lit the world with the Statue of Liberty, our ethos exemplified in copper and stone, from the Berlin Airlift to the Marshall Plan to the GI Bill, the Bill of Rights, the wisdom we once had but may now longer own.   Most of a century ago, our leaders were largely credible and did put "our country" ahead of party. There was an equilibrium between one and many, and the many and the one. Yet ,in the midst of this loss of values, C2C-AM is a forum in which the thread of values runs throughout the hours of this forum.

This world of the best of the past, the form of the future is being forged night by night as a vast black kingdom, fed by an essentially unlimited rivers of cash, legal and illegal, and possessing technology so protean they could remake our planet, will collide with the sleeping nation, and C2C-AM will have paved and prepared the way.

Yes there is a trick to C2C-AM. It is tell truth when others Do Not.

That alone for me makes these truth tellers "ethical kings." I salute the makers of truth in the night. May they live long, prosper and continue to grow.

VINCE WHITE

Kansas City, Missouri

March 1st, 2010