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Disneyland of the Gods - John Keel

Disneyland of the Gods - John Keel

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Published by: Tim Brigham on Apr 13, 2013
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Whenever we fail to uncover solid evidence to support our observations of paranormal phenomena,
we tend to indulge in fanciful speculation. After chasing flying saucers for forty years we find we
have no more real evidence that when we began, so we decide preemptively that they are space
ships from outer space. Since humming, buzzing multicolored UFOs hang around the lakes and
rivers inhabited by our plesiosaur and his relatives, and the swamps and woodlands frequented by
our Snallygaster, it should be obvious that all these things share a common cause.
No one seriously contends that sea serpents are visitors from some other planet. Rather, it is
becoming more evident that all unexplained phenomena are connected in some inexplicable
. Some could be tricks of time, with the monsters and dinosaurs popping into our time zone
temporarily. Some could be pure hallucination.
The reality of these things is not only unproven and unprovable, but the integration and logical,
objective study of all these matters has been made impossible by the intrusion of belief. Loch Ness
investigators sneer at the whole subject of UFOs. Ufologists ignore Snallygaster reports. Psychical
researchers are so busy hunting ghosts they have little time for flying saucers and monsters...
although all these subjects produce the same effects...
In the past few years, however, a handful of investigators have begun to try to view the whole scene
rather than isolated fragments of it. One of Britain's leading ufologists, Brinsley Le Poer Trench,
now admits ”there is considerable evidence that the UFOs appearing in our skies have some
connection with psychic phenomena.”
The helicopters vainly chasing dinosaurs, the posses tracking down ten-foot ”gorillas,” the hordes
of teenagers sitting on hilltops and scanning the skies for flying saucers, and the patient cameramen
shivering in the cold night air at Loch Ness, are all engaged in the same pursuit. But they don't
know it.

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