Adverse Reaction

  Chris Cornell once sang, "you are tired of walking and loathe the ground."  Sometimes when I close my eyes I picture myself not as myself but more like some ghostly presence speeding across the great expanse of space and in my mind's eye there is another ghostly dust cloud coming from the opposite direction.  We are both screeching across the universe to some predetermined location in which we will collide in a some sort of cosmic blast of light and color. 
  If we as a consciousness build and project the reality in which we interact with, I am just thankful that our own self's have such a grand sense of humor to allow for synchronicity to weave in and out of our lives.  As with all forms of entanglement I wonder if synchronicity are actually so prevalent in life or is it absent in your reality until you begin to consider the possibility of it existing. 
  I remember searching through YouTube for the best UFO interviews or such that I could listen to while I drove my way to work.  This was not uncommon then five or so years ago anymore than it is now.  I came across a copy of a Coast to Coast that had aired a one or two nights before, some user without permission uploading a recording of the interview between George Knapp and an artist I was quite familiar with.  As a child of the 1990's as well as a musician myself I knew who Tom DeLonge was and had cut some of my punk rock teeth in my youth with bands like Rancid, the Offspring, and the radio friendly Blink-182.  I remember sitting in front of my workplace, entranced with that interview, the things he spoke of, the passion in his voice on the topic.  I was sold, hook line and sinker.
  A couple of years after, I had moved my life long obsession with UFOs into the next stage and had sent enough emails to get MUFON to let me re-open a MUFON group in Austin Texas.  The group never gathered enough steam, enough members at meetings, or helped my personal cause of finding more information and answers.  I remember sitting across from Robert Powell (who was still with MUFON at the time), at a Starbucks talking about his time in Stephenville, ideas on how to get the Austin MUFON up and running, and an interesting case he was working on that involved Home Land Security footage from Puerto Rico.  I also remember the look on his face when I asked him what he thought of Tom DeLonge and his new book "Secret Machines."  I don't blame Robert, why should an investigator, researcher, and scientist have an opinion on a rock star that wrote a book, a fictional book on flying saucers?
  It was long after that meeting with Robert that in passing at work I was approached by a co-worker who had heard about me holding UFO meetings.  I had mentioned it to a few people at work trying to get a few more people to come to my MUFON meetings that lacked much of an attendance.  The co-worker told me she had heard about the meetings and was wondering if I would be interested in her asking her father to come speak to the group.  I inquired why would he be interested in speaking at a UFO meeting to a bunch of people in tin foil hats?  She answered, "he spent a few years studying weird stuff and UFOs at this Ranch out in Utah."  Unfortunately for the short lived Austin MUFON group and myself there was never a follow up with her on him presenting at a meeting.  In reality when I think about the chance of getting this PHD in a room to ask a few candid questions I remember that this was before he publicly was linked with ATIP, Bigelow, or TTSA so I would never had asked the right questions anyways.
  I was recently listening to Grant Cameron and he was speaking on his radio show about how he has identified that those scramble down the rabbit hole of the phenomenon seem intimately connected to the topic either due to experiences or synchronicity. 
  Often in the field you hear about those that are interested in the topic of UFOs traveling down the rabbit hole.  I think a side effect of becoming involved in the phenomenon is even more interesting, the leaving of bread crumbs to keep one moving further down the hole.  I would bet an ounce of layered Bismuth-Magnesium that most of us that are invested mentally in the subject all get our fair share of bread crumbs.  I would even imagine that if one spends some time thinking about it, their own journey is full of synchronicity and odd tales of the unexplained. 
  It was early June right out side of Roswell New Mexico when on our way back out to our campground after stocking up on ice and beer my wife and myself both had the same idea.  On the way in we had both noticed the hand written sign on the side of road, "local honey."  My wife said she wanted to stop and get some honey for her father and I admitted I had considered the same idea of stopping to get some honey as well.  When we left we carried the biblical poetry of the elderly wife of the honey bee farmer.  Their hospitality was sincere as they invited us into their house to try their honey using their own personal kitchen spoons.  As we left and drove back to our campground I kept thinking of the oddity of the event, the hospitality, the honey, the poetry, the praying, and the sweetness of the elderly couple.  They welcomed as if we were part of their hive. 
  Rarely I think of that experience but memory of the sweetness in that honey on that terribly hot June day came back to me when a few months back on my way to meet a client for work I found myself lost looking for my destination.  I pulled into the drive on my right and pulled into the parking lot of a normal looking office building.  My mind was buzzing as busy as a bee when I realized I now sat by mistake in front of Earth Tech International.

"You have a conscience animal, use it
Her ghostly presence birthed his being
Haunted was a way to live
Shadows exists among the light
To live in the warmth was the prize
Poltergeist the curse."