Something peculiar has happened to the occult.
It has acquired spacecraft.
For thousands of years, humans claimed to communicate with things that weren’t human.
Gods.
Angels.
Demons.
Spirits.
Fairies.
Ancestors.
Elementals.
Then somewhere around the middle of the twentieth century, another category walked onto the stage.
ALIENS.
And some of them looked remarkably familiar.
Tall.
Beautiful.
Human.
Often fair-haired.
Apparently rather concerned about nuclear weapons.
Ladies and gentlemen:
THE NORDICS.
BEFORE THE ALIENS CAME THE MASTERS
The story doesn’t really begin with flying saucers.
Nineteenth- and early twentieth-century occultism was already populated by superior beings who supposedly communicated with selected human intermediaries.
The Theosophists had their Masters or Mahatmas.
Other occult movements had Secret Chiefs.
Mediums had spirit guides.
John Dee had his angels.
The terminology changed.
The basic proposition didn’t:
Somebody human attempts communication with an intelligence that isn’t ordinarily available for conversation.
Then we invented aeroplanes, rockets and science fiction.
And the entities apparently upgraded their transport.
ENTER THE SPACE BROTHERS
The classic figure is George Adamski.
In November 1952, Adamski claimed to encounter a human-looking visitor named Orthon in the California desert.
Orthon supposedly came from Venus.
He had long blond hair.
He communicated partly telepathically.
And he warned humanity about nuclear weapons. (Wikipedia)
The astronomy hasn’t aged particularly well.
Venus turned out not to contain a hidden civilisation of handsome long-haired space philosophers.
It’s approximately the last place you’d book for a relaxing weekend.
But forget literal Venus for a moment.
Look at the story-form.
A human enters an unusual environment.
A superior intelligence manifests.
Communication occurs partly outside ordinary speech.
The intelligence provides a message concerning humanity.
Then it disappears.
If Adamski had performed this in an Elizabethan study using a crystal instead of standing beside a flying saucer, we’d call it evocation.
KLAATU ARRIVES
And here’s a wonderful cultural collision.
One year before Adamski’s famous Orthon encounter, cinemas were showing Robert Wise’s The Day the Earth Stood Still.
A flying saucer lands.
Out walks Klaatu.
He looks human.
He’s peaceful.
He’s intellectually and technologically superior.
And he’s here because humanity’s nuclear behaviour is becoming dangerous. (Taylor & Francis Online)
Adamski’s Orthon and Klaatu aren’t identical.
But they’re inhabitants of the same emerging mythology.
The Space Brother.
Not the bug-eyed monster.
Not the Grey.
The visitor who looks sufficiently like us that he could almost walk unnoticed through a railway station.
And who has come to tell us something.
THEN THINGS GET VERY SWISS
Fast-forward to 1975.
Eduard “Billy” Meier claimed he began meeting a woman called Semjase in Switzerland.
She was supposedly one of the Plejaren — originally described in Meier’s material as Pleiadian — and his alleged contacts expanded into an enormous cosmology involving telepathy, spacecraft, warnings, philosophy and human-looking extraterrestrials. His first claimed meeting with Semjase was dated January 28, 1975. (futureofmankind.co.uk)
Meier produced photographs.
Lots of photographs.
And decades of controversy followed.
Real?
Hoax?
Myth-making?
Elaborate performance?
Something stranger?
I’m not particularly interested in settling Billy Meier here.
We’re looking at the pattern.
Because it keeps recurring.
THE NORDICS
Eventually ufology developed a recognisable category.
Nordics.
Tall human-looking beings.
Frequently blond.
Frequently beautiful.
Frequently telepathic.
Frequently presented as more benevolent than the notorious Greys.
Sometimes Venusian.
Sometimes Pleiadian.
Sometimes apparently from somewhere considerably harder to put into Google Maps.
And the obvious historical problem is that this imagery overlaps uncomfortably with older Theosophical and racial ideas about superior Aryan beings.
We shouldn’t pretend that isn’t there.
But the archetype also escaped its original cultural containers.
By the late twentieth century, the Nordic had become one of ufology’s recurring characters.
Which brings us to the really interesting question.
WHAT IF “ALIEN” IS JUST THE LATEST INTERFACE?
I’m not saying it is.
I’m asking what happens if we entertain the model.
John Dee believed he communicated with angels.
Medieval magicians summoned spirits.
Shamans encountered non-human persons.
Spiritualists contacted the dead.
Theosophists contacted Masters.
Twentieth-century contactees met Venusians.
Modern experiencers encounter NHI.
Different beings?
Same beings wearing culturally appropriate masks?
Human imagination?
Neurology?
Folklore updating itself?
Actual non-human intelligence manipulating our perceptual expectations?
No idea.
Excellent.
Now we have an experiment.
FROM ENOCHIAN TO PSIONICS
John Dee and Edward Kelley constructed an extraordinarily elaborate system around alleged communication with angelic intelligences.
Names.
Tables.
Symbols.
Language.
Ritual.
Concentration.
Vision.
Communication.
The entities supposedly supplied information back.
Whether those angels existed independently is an argument we can leave running for another four hundred years.
What’s interesting is the protocol.
Human creates deliberate altered state.
Human directs attention toward proposed non-human intelligence.
Human requests communication.
Human observes resulting imagery, language, intuitions and external events.
That’s remarkably close to what some contemporary UFO-contact practices propose.
We’ve changed the nouns.
AND THEN CAME SKYWATCHER
This became particularly interesting recently with Jake Barber and the group Skywatcher.
Barber publicly claimed that his team was experimenting with what they called Psionics alongside an electronic signalling system called the “Dog Whistle” in attempts to interact with UAP.
In a later update, Barber said their first round of field operations had generated nearly 10 terabytes of data, and claimed successes using both methods while saying the material was being processed for independent verification and peer review. (sotwe)
Now here’s the important bit:
Those are their claims.
I haven’t found publicly available independent results demonstrating that somebody successfully telepathically summoned an anomalous craft.
Nor should “we collected ten terabytes” impress us automatically.
I can collect ten terabytes of footage of my garden.
The interesting question is what’s in it.
And Skywatcher’s public presence does seem to have gone much quieter than the initial excitement suggested it might.
Psyop?
Experiment that didn’t deliver?
Interesting evidence caught in analysis?
Marketing?
Something classified?
Ordinary organisational entropy?
Again:
No idea.
Welcome to ufology.
THREE MAGICIANS ON PRIMROSE HILL
There’s some precedent for this experiment among people I actually know.
On 22 August 2015, three friends went to the top of Primrose Hill in London.
They weren’t ufologists conducting a formal sky survey.
They were magicians.
And their intention was wonderfully unambiguous:
Summon an orb.
The experiment was conducted in broad daylight on a summer afternoon. No spooky desert. No military base. No night-vision equipment.
Primrose Hill.
London.
They performed the operation.
And something appeared.
A small luminous object became visible in the sky.
Fortunately, they filmed it.
The video was uploaded the following day by SYLAQ under the gloriously matter-of-fact title:
UFO/Orb Summoning. Primrose Hill, London, England.
The original description reads:
“Three Magicians gathered at the top of Primrose Hill (on 22/08/2015) to perform an Orb summoning ritual. This is what transpired…”
Watch the original 2015 Primrose Hill experiment on YouTube
I know the people involved.
As far as I’m concerned, they didn’t fake it.
But that gives us only our first conclusion:
SOMETHING WAS FILMED.
It doesn’t give us:
THREE CHAOS MAGICIANS PSYCHICALLY SUMMONED AN EXTRATERRESTRIAL SPACECRAFT OVER LONDON.
Maybe it was a balloon.
Maybe it was some other airborne object.
Maybe the act of staring intently at the sky simply caused them to notice something they would otherwise have ignored.
Maybe it was genuinely anomalous.
Don’t know.
Excellent.
Because then, nearly a decade later, something similar happened to me.
THE CROXTON EXPERIMENT
Winter 2024.
Croxton.
Dark countryside.
Fields stretching away in front of me.
This time I was experimenting with something closer to the contact methods popularised by Steven Greer.
I had a laser pointer.
I wasn’t near MoD land, and obviously I wasn’t pointing the thing at aircraft.
More importantly, I used what I’ve come to think of as the GPS method.
BOOT.VOID.
Still the internal dialogue.
Then mentally pull away from your location.
The field.
East Anglia.
Britain.
Europe.
Earth.
Space.
Then reverse it.
Earth.
Britain.
East Anglia.
Croxton.
The field.
ME.
Effectively:
Here are my coordinates.
I broadcast an invitation.
Nothing happened.
So eventually I thought:
Fair enough.
I got back into the car.
It was dark, so I switched on the internal light and started recording a face-to-camera video.
Several minutes into talking, something caught my attention through the window.
I looked left.
“What’s that?”
A red luminous orb was moving above the treeline.
Then it appeared to start moving strangely.
Jumping about.
Changing position in ways I couldn’t immediately account for.
This continued for some time before eventually it seemed to disappear.
What was it?
I DON’T KNOW.
And that’s the answer I’m sticking with.
But there’s a rather delicious experimental sequence here:
2015
THREE MAGICIANS
↓
ORB-SUMMONING OPERATION
↓
LUMINOUS OBJECT
2024
ONE DOKTOR SNAKE
↓
PSIONIC GPS CONTACT OPERATION
↓
NOTHING
↓
ABANDON EXPERIMENT
↓
GET IN CAR
↓
“WHAT’S THAT?”
↓
RED LUMINOUS ORB
Two anecdotes don’t constitute scientific evidence.
They do, however, constitute an excellent reason to conduct Experiment Three.
And this time we’re going to change one variable.
We’re going to specify who we’d like to answer.
Which brings us back to:
THE NORDICS.
SO LET’S TRY IT OURSELVES
Not because we’re convinced Nordics exist.
That’s exactly the wrong starting point.
We’re going to treat NORDIC as the target specification for an experiment.
Just as an occultist might attempt an evocation of a particular intelligence.
Except there’ll be no triangle of art.
No sword.
No goat.
No Enochian furniture.
We’re going to use psionics.
THE NORDIC PROTOCOL
Go somewhere with a reasonably clear view of the sky.
Countryside is ideal.
Somewhere you feel comfortable remaining for perhaps thirty minutes.
Don’t trespass.
Don’t stand beside a military airfield waving lasers around.
DON’T BECOME AN IDIOT.
Phone on airplane mode.
Sit or stand.
Look at the sky for a few minutes.
Then:
BOOT.VOID.
Reduce the internal chatter.
Feel the body.
Slow the breathing.
Don’t stare desperately upwards looking for spaceships.
Close your eyes.
Now imagine Earth from above.
Pull farther away.
Britain.
Europe.
Earth.
Then farther.
Moon.
Solar system.
Stars.
You aren’t astrally travelling.
You’re establishing an imaginal coordinate system.
BROADCAST YOUR GPS
Now reverse direction.
Stars.
Solar system.
Earth.
Europe.
Britain.
Your landscape.
Your precise position.
Think of it as transmitting an imaginal GPS beacon.
Then broadcast a simple message.
Something like:
TO ANY BENEVOLENT NON-HUMAN INTELLIGENCE CAPABLE OF RECEIVING THIS:
I’M HERE.
PEACEFUL CONTACT IS WELCOME.
IF APPROPRIATE, SHOW ME SOMETHING I CAN SAFELY PERCEIVE.
IF YOU HAVE USEFUL INFORMATION ABOUT THE NATURE OF THE PHENOMENON, I’M WILLING TO RECEIVE IT.
That’s enough.
Don’t mentally scream it.
Think broadcast.
Like a radio beacon.
Let the message move outward.
Across the sky.
Across Earth.
Across oceans.
Into space.
And — because we’re deliberately targeting the mythology —
introduce the image of the Nordic.
Human.
Tall.
Fair-haired if that’s the image your imagination produces.
Calm.
Non-threatening.
Don’t over-render it.
You’re supplying an address label, not casting Brad Pitt for Close Encounters II.
Then stop.
LISTEN
This is the part people invariably ruin.
Don’t keep transmitting.
Listen.
Still mind.
Open attention.
Maybe you’ll see something.
Probably you won’t.
Maybe an image appears internally.
Maybe a sentence.
Maybe an emotion.
Maybe an unusual thought.
Maybe nothing.
Don’t manufacture content because you’ve spent twenty minutes standing in a field and feel entitled to an alien.
Nothing is a result.
THE SAFE DOWNLOAD
If something does arise internally, don’t immediately accept it as extraterrestrial communication.
This is crucial.
Suppose the sentence appears:
GO TO THE FOREST TOMORROW AT MIDNIGHT.
Interesting.
Write it down.
Don’t necessarily go to the forest tomorrow at midnight.
We’re not surrendering executive control to voices generated during altered states.
Our standing rule applies particularly strongly here.
DON’T BECOME AN IDIOT.
A “download” is data.
Not authority.
LOOK UP
After ten or fifteen minutes, open your eyes.
Watch the sky.
Don’t identify every satellite as the Pleiadian High Council.
Learn roughly what aircraft look like.
Know that satellites exist.
Know what Starlink looks like.
Know that meteors exist.
Know that your own eyes behave strangely in darkness.
Observe anyway.
If something genuinely odd occurs:
Time.
Direction.
Duration.
Movement.
Weather.
Aircraft nearby.
Record it.
If possible, photograph or film it.
Observation first. Interpretation later.
THEN WATCH THE NEXT 72 HOURS
Here’s where I’d differ slightly from conventional CE-5.
Don’t restrict the experiment to lights in the sky.
For the next three days, watch the entire field.
Dreams.
Coincidences.
Unexpected references.
People mentioning UFOs.
Odd imagery.
Strong spontaneous thoughts.
Unusual encounters.
Again:
None of these proves contact.
We’re investigating whether deliberately loading the Nordic/NHI archetype produces a detectable cluster of subjective or external effects.
That’s a much more interesting experiment than shouting:
I SUMMONED A UFO!
because Venus appeared between two clouds.
LAB.COAT
After the field session:
LAB.COAT.
Put on the imaginary scientist’s white coat.
One arm.
Other arm.
Button it.
Now become irritatingly sceptical.
What did I actually observe?
What did I imagine?
What did I expect?
What could have been aircraft?
What could have been suggestion?
What occurred that I genuinely can’t explain?
Keep those categories separate.
That’s the discipline.
SAUCERS AND SORCERIES
Maybe this produces absolutely nothing.
Fine.
Maybe it produces an extraordinary dream.
Fine.
Maybe a strange light appears.
Interesting.
Maybe a six-foot-four blond man walks out of the woods and says:
“Greetings, Jimmy. We have travelled 400 light-years to discuss your Substack.”
At that point I’d probably keep the camera running.
But the larger experiment interests me more.
Humans have been attempting to communicate with unseen intelligence for an extremely long time.
The names change.
The technologies change.
The cosmologies change.
Angels become extraterrestrials.
Crystal balls become night-vision cameras.
Evocation becomes CE-5.
Telepathy becomes psionics.
And perhaps nothing except us was ever on the other end.
Or perhaps something has been answering all along.
I don’t know.
That’s why we’re doing the experiment.
Go outside.
Look up.
BOOT.VOID.
Transmit the coordinates.
Invite contact.
Listen.
Observe.
Then:
LAB.COAT.
And whatever happens —
DON’T BECOME AN IDIOT.
Results you can use, but not prove.
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