There was a time when I was younger when I believed in the supernatural, UFOs, the Loch Ness Monster, Bigfoot, and Religion. There was a time I had in my possession photo images of the MJ12 documents, which I shared with a UFO Website, whose author didn’t know about them nor have ever seen them. Now I cannot even locate those images in any of my backups from my various computers I used in the past.
Growing up, I had a copy of Charles Berlitz’s The Bermuda Triangle (which a friend borrowed and never returned) and various other books by said author. Back then I was a virtual encyclopedia of knowledge about Extraterrestrials, Rosswell and Area-51. I was so good on the topic I could espouse on it and have everyone engrossed in the room. I would illustrate connections between civilizations, shared myths and connection of various similar words between peoples thousands of miles apart.
I wanted desperately to see and encounter a UFO but not to be probed but as an intellectual equal and share exploration of the universe with them. Yes, I loved the sciences but back then I did not develop the critical analytical skills and the burning desire for proof and fact.
If the tarot is a symbolic representation of the development and passage of a person in phases of their life, then back then I passed through both the Fool (blind faith) and the Magician (deception). The education system didn’t really teach one to be critical about what one receives and are exposed to in their lives, thus many times I believed whatever information was directed towards me. I consumed it all eagerly and never asked questions about belief. I never questioned the evidence and I never questioned the validity of the sources. The fact is that most of the foundations of these beliefs required no evidence and would not hold up to scientific inquiry, but I was not awakened at the time.
It was not until later in my life (mid 30s or maybe early 30s) did I start to question the canons of which what I believed was based upon. What I found was that I knew nothing as fact, nothing as true and could be proven to be true. And if one thing was not true, what were the other things that were not true? What proofs and facts existed and what could be verified became the Occam’s Razor that would murder the supernatural tenants that I once held to as dogma. The shackles of the spoon fed lies dropped by the wayside and discovered along the way a more critical version of myself. I became more concerned with the integrity of truth and not the belief of truth.
Today, I find myself surrounded by people that believe many things without any critical view of what they being fed. I see students in the school I work, believe in the satanic pop stars and calling them Illuminati, not even knowing what were the Illuminati in history. All being fed propaganda, but it not just these ignorant little chaps but adults as well. My own mother, falls victim to doomsayers in the visual and printed media. I have co-workers who believe all kinds of weird pseudoscience and other mumbo jumbo. And they look at me as being weird for not believing the manure they do or the fact that I question it and take evidence that these things they believe as signs have been around for a long time (such as sink holes). Their imaginations have gone wild and misguided by misinformation and fraudulent claims that in many cases are classified as arguments from authority, which is a fallacy as it does not require evidence or proof.
We live today in a world where there is much propaganda and false information being fed and it not the weird stuff like UFOs. Conspiracy theories have become mainstream. Crackpot medical experts are abound and supported by self righteous, delusional grandeur seeking celebrities; all exposing