There is a shifting pattern of spam email that I get. A while back, it was practically non-stop gay porn; I commented on this a while back, and laughed it off, which apparently annoyed the people who’d been sending it to me. I think they expected me to be stressed and conflicted and angry at getting photographs of muscular young men with large penises, but really…it doesn’t bother me at all. So lately the supply of hunky naked men posing in my in-box has all but dried up.

Instead, my previous criticisms have prompted a flood of commercial spam from middle eastern sites, and the malicious spammers have switched to signing me up for right-wing newsletters. It’s as if they think I don’t know how to use the delete key, or how to create spam filters. Usually they’re destroyed on sight, but one caught my eye — it was talking about a new theory of evolution.

You might be wondering what the old theories of evolution are. One is creationism, the biblical story; another is intelligent design creationism; and the third is the scientific theory of evolution, which he also calls the “particle-clang theory”, that it’s all about particles randomly banging together. According to this email, all three of those are wrong, and the true answer is something completely different. Are you ready for it?

The answer may be found in a fourth alternative, a transdimensional theory that says we weren’t exactly dropped off; but that we walked in from another dimension. We know from watching the Morph sensation that I have written about extensively on my site www.stuartwilde.com that this world is not always solid.

When the Morph appears strongly in a room, it seems as if there are fast-moving striations that move across your vision with many vortexes and swirls in it. You can put your hand up in it and your hand will dematerialize. It sounds extraordinary but we have seen that phenomena more than a thousand times. I’ve also seen humans completely dematerialize in front of my eyes and not reappear for ten minutes or more. I’ve done it myself with others watching. This phenomenon of dematerialization has now been seen by me and others over a thousand times, since I first discovered it in the spring of 2001. So we have become convinced.

One night, I was out in a garden teaching a mate of mine from Montreal how to dematerialize, when a golden ring of light formed on the lawn. It appeared from nowhere. There was no obvious source to the light or any beam shining down from above. It was just there. So I told my mate to walk out and stand in the ring of gold, and he did that and ‘blip’ he was gone. He came back into view a while later, but when he was gone, he was totally out of sight. I could clearly see the distant trees through the area where he had been standing.

The other dimensions I write about, that Paul Dirac postulated (1930) exist as antiparticle worlds, and seem to our perception to be placed at arm’s length to us. They are close, not out in space a million miles away. So if a human can dematerialize and walk out of here, then it might also be possible, that at some point in ancient history, humans walked into this 3-D world from another more rarefied dimension close at hand, the walk-in theory might be possible. It’s certainly food for thought.

Are Humans Older than our Universe?

The problem with all the other theories of origins of man is that they look at the earth and humans as solid. Once you realize that the planet’s solidity is an illusion and that it also exists in a non-solid, hazy-wave, transdimensional form, then it is perfectly feasible that a human could walk out of a multi-dimensional, non-solid, close-by hyperspace into the 3-D earth plane and become solid flesh and blood once he or she got here.

Then particle-clang looks silly as the origins of our humanity and all of life on earth could well have begun in an eternal, twenty-six dimensional hyperspace that might have existed for trillions upon trillions of eons, before this universe came into being, just 13.8 billions years ago. It is probable that no modern scientist has ever seen the dematerialization of the human body so the Fourth Alternative would never have occurred to them.

Humans and the animals could be very old, much older than our universe. It is also very possible that our Universe is just one of hundreds of thousands, maybe millions of universes, that various human species have evolved in, over timeframes that are so astronomical in length, they boggle the mind.

© Stuart Wilde 2009 – www.stuartwilde.com

Here below is a P.S. about the origins of man that I saw in the Mirror World as a vision.

The Origins of Man in the Mirror World-Aluna
Stuart Wilde

The mystical shamans of South America call the Mirror World, the Aluna. In the Aluna, there is a record of the origins of man on earth. In there, it is shown that man walked in naked from another dimension, but he was initially a bit of an automaton, unable to cope. It was as if his brain was not as yet activated to deal with a world of three dimensions and gravity, so he initially lay down on the ground and fell asleep.

While he slept, a being came to him from another world, and it placed six psilocybin mushrooms on his chest, three down one side and three down the other. When the man woke, he found the mushrooms and being hungry, he ate them. Awhile later, the mushrooms’ affect took hold of him, and his brain that had been previously dormant, clicked into action, and the man rose and stumbled off to find others, who had also walked into this three dimensional plane on exactly the same day. I would presume women got here in the same way, at the same time as the men.

What is fascinating is that the anthropologist and ethnobotanist Terence McKenna, who wrote Food of the Gods, knew about the mushroom activation of human consciousness theory, but he did not consider the Fourth Alternative I have suggested, the walk-in theory discussed above.

He also believed humans evolved from a primitive state akin to automatons, but he did not say where those primitive beings came from, but he did suggest that they then took the mushrooms, and so they developed the self-aware consciousness that we know today.

I have no idea how we will ever prove the walk-in theory, because by its very nature it left no trace of what happened, but as creationism and evolutionism are mathematically ludicrous and open to question, it might be an idea to consider the possibility of walk-ins.

A sophisticated form of the intelligent design theory might be right in the end, as it doesn’t preclude walk-ins, and when dealing with other dimensions in hyper-space, one isn’t constrained by the tightness of a few billion years, that particle-clang theory asks us to believe in.

I reckon we walked in here just as the animals and the insects did, and that life is trillions-upon-trillions of eons older than our rather new universe.

Totally dingleberries with a big red clown nose on.

What always gets me about these loons isn’t their grand wacky theories of everything that explain absolutely nothing, but the casual asides: “I was out in a garden teaching a mate of mine from Montreal how to dematerialize”. Right. OK. I would love to meet this guy, see him standing in front of me in all his lumpy solidity, and ask him to dematerialize for me. I suspect he has a nice patter of prepared excuses for why he can’t just do it right then.

(Also on Sb)

I don’t make them. But I will lose more weight this year. Out of fear.

I was just at the grocery store, standing in the check-out line, which has become a gauntlet of terror. It’s the magazines.

Today, it was Paula Deen, round-cheeked and grinning, teeth bleached white, eyes like cold blue LEDs, photoshopped into perfectly plasticky plump grandmotherliness — a grandma with the complexion of an irradiated sixteen year old, glowing and sparkling — and she was holding a bowl of livid yellow macaroni and cheese that was bigger than her head. And I said to myself, this is the new face of death. And I said to myself, this is the American face of death, the death of viscid excess, the death that ends not in bones, but a quivering mass of adipocere. And I said to myself, don’t piss yourself, Myers, but that’s goddamn terrifying.

And I thought about buying that magazine and pasting that freakishly leering face on my refrigerator, but decided that placing a potent ward in my kitchen that would cause me to starve to death instead probably wasn’t a good idea.

But this is not a New Year’s resolution.

Tomorrow, it’ll probably be the Kardashians, and I’ll vow to Read More Books; or closeups of some starlet’s cellulite, and I’ll vow to be Less Superficially Judgmental; or creepy weepy exposes of a dying actor’s final hours, and I’ll vow to Crawl into a Cave When it’s my Time to Die. You can learn a lot from the supermarket checkout line, but mainly you learn that there’s a side of humanity that makes a fellow ashamed to be a humanist.

To fill in all the dead air and vaporous mumblings on his far-too-long broadcasting schedule, Pat Robertson pontificated on the nature of time recently. I suspect that he may light up a little weed during the commercial breaks.

Well, clearly, this indicates that Sean Carroll either needs to run for president or start a religion.

A reader just sent me a photo to prove Canadian superiority: they have evolutionary bacon.

Now they also need a premium line called “Founder’s effect”, and maybe they could market scrapple under the “Random Drift” label.

Those of you with a peculiarly antiquarian or literary turn of mind might enjoy this odd essay from China Miéville on Lovecraft and various other strains of strangeness in fantastical fiction. I liked it because it’s got lots about tentacles, and also snipes at Eagleton.

This must be insisted upon for the heuristic edges of the Weird and the hauntological – and indeed of other fantastic categories – to stay sharp. Hence the importance of ‘Geek Critique’, which rebukes, say, Terry Eagleton when he blithely discusses the ‘rash of books about vampires, werewolves, zombies and assorted mutants, as though a whole culture had fallen in love with the undead’;(25) because whatever the merits of the rest of his argument, only two of those figures are undead, and they are all different. Teratological specificity demands attention. And, granting the controversial position that ghosts are teratological subjects, such specificities are nowhere more different and important than between Weird and hauntological.

Others who dislike ornate verbosity may not care much for it at all, and that’s OK.