Q: It’s Sunday almost 9 p.m. Pacific time and guess what known-to-some-people-in-America-if-not-a-household-word radio show personality and his wife just received a new fax from one of their listeners. I was looking over the transcript of my conversation with Ramona Bell and I was thinking, “Maybe I should go ahead and fax this as a special preview transcript excerpt—after all, they were nice enough to let me accomplish this interview—(“AND UM”) when I realized that one of the messages said, “NOW.” A little while later I was thinking, (“WELL”) “It’s almost the end of the program since they tape it beginning at 7 (6 is the correct time). Anyway, (“UM”) so I went ahead and faxed it. So they have it by now. I hope they enjoy it. I think it affords a wonderful opportunity for people when they read their conversations like this in writing to see how others might evaluate them on the basis of the conversation. It’s kind of like that old TV series “Candid Camera”:
When you least expect it
You’re the star today
Smile, you’re on ‘Candid Camera’
It’s fun to look at yourself the way that other people do
It’s fun to laugh at yourself the way that others do.
I think that’s also part of the theme song. Mine’s audio-version, of course, and I did tell her that this was a documentary-style conversation. So I wonder what her reaction will be should she read this. I have a feeling she may be the one in charge of the fax machine, if you know what I mean. There’s quite a lot in that organization I think that she might be in charge of.
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Q: I added a small note at the end of the three-page fax. I said:
(By the way, Art, I found the interview very intriguing. Especially the information about the aliens having symbolic organs. If this is true, what this signifies is fairly obvious, isn’t it? When will people learn to react rationally to unfamiliar situations rather than responding with acts of aggression motivated by superstitious projections and fears or, in other cases, repressed sexual feelings?)
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Q: So it’s Sunday night and I’m just looking at an article in the Los Angeles Times today (May 25, 1997) from the Associated Press. I don’t understand why they don’t have by-lines. I think every newspaper article should have a by-line. I think somebody should be responsible for the information. Even for the Associated Press. Did you notice the word within the name of that organization. The article’s entitled “Huge Buddha Statue Makes Debut in New York.” There’s a photo and it says, “Dali Lama was among guests who attended a dedication of temple thought to hold world’s second-largest Buddha.” And I’m thinking—even before God revealed Himself to me—I thought statues were ridiculous — religious statues. Idolatry and all that. I mean especially for Buddhists who are supposed to have all that expansive Eastern literature. I’m sure my friend Terrance doesn’t need a big giant Buddha to pray to or meditate in front of. Or even stand in front of. I mean what does it symbolize other then deifying Buddha? Anyway, any idol of any man is a false idol because it comes between you and God. So I’ll read this article.
KENT, N.Y. — The Dalai Lama attended the dedication Saturday of a new Buddhist temple that holds the second-largest indoor Buddha statue in the world.
During the four-hour service, gongs were struck, bells chimed and incense burned, beginning four days of ceremonies, speeches and rituals. The day started with the consecration of the $6-million Great Buddha Hall.
“We hope and pray that the Buddhist message of compassion will last forever,” said the Dalai Lama, Tibet’s exiled spiritual leader.
The Nobel Peace Prize winner spoke to about 5,000 people, including state and county officials, Tibetan monks and Buddhist priests at the Chuang Yen Monastery, about 60 miles north of New York City.
The statue inside the hall of the Buddha Vairocana is 37 feet tall and sits atop an 8-foot lotus-leaf pedestal. The only known Buddha statue that is larger, measuring 54 feet, is in a temple in southeastern Japan.
“Paris has its Eiffel Tower, New York City has St. Patrick’s Cathedral and Kent has its great Buddha Hall,” Kent Supervisor Joseph Belvedere said.
Q: Six million dollar great Buddha Hall.
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Q: Of course, I did turn on “Dreamland” to listen to while I was doing the dishes and they have (“THEY”) somebody by the name of Robert on who’s talking about magnetic pole reversals and all these different gloom and doom prognostications and, of course, my question always is why isn’t this information presented in a way that makes sense — suggesting what people can do to avoid this or how they can stop contributing to the conditions that are responsible for this, should that be the scenario? It’s just unbelievable to me. His last name is Felix. Robert Felix.
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Q: So it’s early Tuesday. I went to bed late last night because I was working on the section concerning ‘Victor’ — the mysterious Victor. And I was listening to Art’s program as I worked which was very interesting because he saw a UFO and Ramona, his wife, as well. They both saw it together. He said it was very bright and, of course, the UFO I saw was very bright too. Translucent. But mine, of course, reminded me of a missile and the one they saw (“THEY”) described as a circle. So I just woke up. Ben Maxwell called me and confirmed the spelling of The Caulfields. And I didn’t know what else to say because I was in bed. I was asleep almost still. And, oh, also a caller called last night and it turns out that Art Bell is a Mason just like Manley Hall was because somebody called and asked him if he knew who Manley Hall was because they both used the word “Quickening.” So, of course, this all makes me wonder now if Manley also was involved in some kind of cult cover-up — not sharing information with the rest of humanity and, therefore, is in need of salvation or, at least, his spirit through someone else sharing the information in the appropriate manner.
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Q: Also some woman called in who called herself Goddess something-or-other and said that she’d been in contact with spirits or aliens or something. And another woman called in who said she was psychic, sensing a UFO, and anyway she believed an angel was her guide. And I remember Art said, “Why are you telling me this?” And I just thought if he has read my book things should be getting clearer and clearer.
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Q: I just called Ben Maxwell back and left the lyrics of the song that I wrote down. I don’t know what it’s called so I asked him if he knew what it was — that and the Bush song because I couldn’t understand the lyrics of the Bush song because I was having static so I mentioned to him on the message I left that I thought it would be fun to include some of my interview transcripts on my website. I hope he calls me back. It would be good to know the titles of those songs.
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Q: It’s Tuesday. I just spoke to Phil Perez at GTE and I’m getting another website because I need more power. I want to have enough power and everything so I’m very excited about that. He was very nice. Apparently, he’s got Irish and Jewish ancestry as well as Mexican ancestry so we talked about that, coming up with various names. The subject came up as it sometime does and I called when I came back from meeting with my realtor because I have a buyer. At least a lowball buyer but a buyer so I filled out all the paperwork and tried to make sure I’m protected. It was funny because just as I was entering my realtor’s office, one of the workers there bumped into French Stewart from “Third Rock From The Sun” (“JUST”) on Larchmont Boulevard. And when she told the receptionist about it, the receptionist got all hysterical and excited and ran to the door: “And I didn’t even see him.” And I thought oh my God.
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Q: I’ve been so busy that I forgot to say it was Memorial Day this weekend so in honor of Memorial Day I’m going to read to you a selection from Childhood Namhood Manhood, the writings of Michael Robert Pick, a Vietnam veteran. So I’ll read the first poem of this collection and then a positive stanza few pages later — pages seven and twelve.
Readied in tradition
Suddenly I was there
My eyes blinking salty sweat
frightened beyond my belief
People are really dying here
People, brethren of earth
killing each other
Marine Corps strategy
Stop this madness, man
Stop it, God, please
Take your heart in your hands
Work your heart like the earth
Till your love
Harvest your cries
Nourish your pain
Rejoice in your cultivating
and you will be filled of beauty
Q: I just called up my webmaster and what an interesting background — of course, (“IT’S”) a couple that runs my website and she’s into remote viewing and he apparently is aware that he’s psychic too but it was beaten out of him as a child in his native Czechoslovakia. Anyway, I said I definitely want to interview them some time for my book. And now that I have so much room I can add other color photos too.
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Q: I’m going to go to bed in a few minutes. It’s late Tuesday/early Wednesday and I was transcribing my interview with Dae Man Yang and Mighael wants me to return and buy the goddess head at his store tomorrow. I’ll add that to my list of errands. I determined this by writing down that and the name of the pilgrim piece (on small slips of paper) because they’re both wonderful—the other ones are wonderful too but I can’t afford them—and throwing them up into the air and seeing how they fell down. At first, it seemed inconclusive but eventually — I guess one time Mighael didn’t do whatever He was supposed to in time so it confused me. (“THEN”) I kept throwing them and it kept coming down and I feel very confident that He wants me to buy the goddess head even though I really can’t afford it. But, anyway, it’s right across the street. I have to go in and sign papers — contracts for the purchase offer and all that. I’m fairly confident it’s going to go through.
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Q: I’m leaving the Hotline where it’s been a busy day. I’m late. I can’t tell you how difficult the calls were — people who start off wanting an HIV test and then you find out that they’ve already taken a test and the results were positive. Anyway, I just saw another cab with 666 on it and the last time I went to the gym I saw a 666 license plate. I’m not going to mention 666 numbers any more because there are just too many of them. I’m late because of that last call — so much information I have to give. Faith is going to another hotline to work so I’m excited for Faith. I’m not going to volunteer for the new hotline because I just think that people in the public eye have a tendency to, perhaps, take too much attention from the service of the Hotline. I certainly wouldn’t want people calling me as a volunteer at a hotline wanting to talk to me or something. Anyway, you can imagine what could happen. She’ll get the support she needs.
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Q: So I went back to Dae Man Yang’s store and, of course, I got the Buddha head. It’s not a goddess head. It’s a Buddha head. And the pilgrim. It’s just too beautiful for words. And, get this, I also got a Jesus carving — an old wooden Jesus carving. Plus, he gave me a free little collectible of a buffalo and a ship, I think. He keeps giving me things. I told him I would put his name underneath them in Mighael’s Museum someday.
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Q: So at Astro Burger they have spanakorizo.
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Q: I went by the Co-Opportunity and I’m just thinking Mighael wants me to buy more paintings because at Dae Man Yang’s shop he keeps showing me the same old painting that’s quite significant actually and then he’s got two more very, very old, old beautiful paintings exactly my taste so he’s got three paintings I have to have regardless of whether I can afford it or not. What’s so disparaging about using your retirement money is that it’s hard to figure out how much taxation you’ll have on it. Anyway, it’s a nightmare. Mighael’s got to start selling my books but I’m sure He will because this just can’t go on. It just can’t oh my God, I’m parked (stoplight) at 1111 Broadway and there’s a big eye. It’s the insignia of the company — a big, huge eye. That’s one thing that I get sort of upset about once in a while — the amount of manipulation that goes on in life. I remember when Obadiah was giving me a hard time about repeating things but if you really think about it that’s how we interact really with others — (“IS”) we just kind of repeat what we read or hear or are told from other people. That’s how we relate so it really gives one humility when you think about just how much of ourselves really isn’t ourselves — (and) is just reflections of generosity.
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Q: Just to keep track of all these antiques, today I purchased the Buddha head and the pilgrim and Dae Man Yang gave me a free buffalo—nothing fancy—and a small bronze ship. The ship looks like it’s got a lot of crosses and lions on it. So he keeps giving me things. I like relatively non-priceless things as well because everything has symbolic meanings. For example, the buffalo — what wondrous object this would be if the animal was extinct like the dinosaurs and soon it seems like a lot of animals will be extinct and we’ll only have these art pieces to remind us of them. Like postage stamps. They now have dinosaur postage stamps.
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Q: I was just remembering another time in my life when I almost died. It was when I was still a child — after the divorce. (“AND”) Paul used to come by and take us to the movies or something on the weekends. And this was during the time when he had a car, which was one of the very rare times when he had a car. And I remember since he wasn’t there except on the weekends he would always try to tell us what to do and instruct us — try to do everything all in a few hours that most fathers do in a week so, of course, I couldn’t stand it. Being told what to do and treated like a moron just because a visitor wanted to feel like he was serving his fatherly duty rather than just doing something together for the sake of that occasion. I don’t know if I’ve talked about this before. (“BUT”) He was driving us home and I just was angry and I couldn’t take it anymore. So he was pulling into the alley and I wanted to get out of the car and walk the rest of the way. And I didn’t realize how fast the car was going. (“SO”) I realized it as soon as I opened the door I was going to fall out because of the force but, luckily, he reached over and grabbed me to keep me inside the car. So that was kind of a major fright for all concerned. I remember feeling the same way once with my mother. Oh what a happy home. And I just couldn’t take it anymore. All of the screaming and yelling and derangement so I just got on my bike one night and I was just going to ride away. Of course, I only got about as far as the high school when I realized I had no place to go. So, anyway, I can sympathize with runaways and strange accidents that befall troubled youths. I guess we all have to go through these experiences to expand our capacity for love and appreciation. I had a terrible self-image as a child and it really makes me mad when I hear people blame criminal acts on a poor self-image because anyone with any semblance of intelligence and rationality knows that ut’s not the people with low self-esteem that break the rules or the laws or are sociopathic. It’s quite the opposite and that’s just common sense. I really wonder about dyslexia sometimes. It just seems like too good for the industry to be true. I mean laziness. Somebody not reading could be lazy and have trouble reading because it doesn’t grab their attention. So there’s someone stumbling with the word. “Oh, they’re dyslexic.” I had a reading problem for a while because I couldn’t see the chalkboard and I had to keep getting out of my chair to go to read things. And so the teacher noticed it and I had to get glasses. So I did believe that there are — there can be medical reasons and disabilities but I’m just not quite sure that everyone who’s dyslexic is really dyslexic. These all seem to me to be inventions made in the face of a Godless universe and not in the face of a God-oriented one.
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Q: So I was thinking about it further and there’s definitely no such thing as dyslexia. Just think about it. If someone reads words from the middle or backwards or whatever, that’s how the word appears to them. It doesn’t make any sense but boy is it a good excuse for doctors to make money.
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Q: Before I go to bed tonight, I thought I would mention the front page of the Los Angeles Times because it’s tabloid journalism. Listen to this. “A Stranger Hears Last Wish of A Sioux Chief.” “Poland Thrills as Jackson Window-Shops for Acreage.” “Casino Surveillance Footage Tells Story of Girl’s Killing.” Of course, there’s also “High Court Rules Sex Suit Against Clinton Can Go On.” And then there’s “Claim Could Sap Strength of President” down under as an “analysis.” This is the front page of the Los Angeles Times with an editorial by Ronald Brownstein and Robert L. Jackson. There’s a picture of a tornado in color as well as Michael Jackson with some kind of mask on; and also (“OF”) “Mistrust Stymies Efforts to Battle Blight” — (caption) “Neighborhood activists cover up graffiti along Orion Avenue,” which probably is a worthy article along with “Yeltsin Vow to Remove Warhead Stuns NATO” — “Summit: Russia signs pact with alliance, then declares no missiles will target members. Confusion ensues.” Well that’s the big story, isn’t it? ‘Confusion ensues.’ So “Tornadoes Kill 32, Obliterate Homes in Texas,” “Telephone Giants AT&T, SBC Discuss $50-Billion Merger.” In terms of that “analysis,” are they really as naive as they appear to be? The news article by David G. Savage says: Paula Jones “said that Clinton kissed her and dropped his pants. Flustered, Jones said that she quickly left the room and told only a few friends what had happened.
“She said that she decided to sue nearly three years later when American Spectator, a conservative magazine, mentioned a woman named ‘Paula’ as having succumbed to Clinton’s advances.
“Later, she said, she was defamed as a liar by White House aides.” Anyway, it’s the press that keeps this monolith going. ‘Claim Could Sap Strength of President’ — does anyone care whether or not he dropped his pants in a motel room with a honey? Or trying to get a honey? Or many, many honeys? People aren’t stupid and naive all the time. What I would have put on the front page is this article on page three: “Jury Finds No Harassment by Conroy.” It says, “Courts: But $386,000 is awarded to ex-assemblyman’s accuser. Both sides claim victory.” The article by Eric Bailey begins by saying, “Sacramento — A jury Tuesday rejected sexual harassment and battery allegations against former assemblyman Mickey Conroy and his top aide, but found that the pair inflicted emotional distress on an office assistant and rewarded her $386,000.” Well I’m sure there are a lot of people who have emotional distress in their jobs. Who’s going to pay all that money? The jury system I think should be done away with because these people just get to serve on one jury. I mean everyone could make a case for some kind of reward somewhere but it’s not realistic that everyone gets that kind of money. Especially when there’s no harassment. Even if there was harassment. Is that worth $386,000? There has to be some kind of budget and an accountability. It’s just money to these jurists. No one realizes — (end of tape side)