good-naturedly I’m continuing with John’s “official correspondence” for 1966. Here. by the way, is a look at the file folder…
As he entered ufology, and worked on his ill-fated Playboy article, he contacted other researchers with his usual thoroughness. In April, he visited the National Investigations Committee on Aerial Phenomena, and met with Major Keyhoe and Richard Hall. He apparently spent more time with Hall than with Keyhoe. There are no replies in the folder, so these letters may have gone unanswered. The book for Fawcett that he mentions was his Batman spoof, The Fickle Finger of Fate.
Hi Doug! It’s always interesting to see JK’s various letters and miscellanea. He sure was a tireless (though, I’m sure, once in a while weary) communicator.
Comment by William Grabowski — August 18, 2019 @ 9:12 am
1966 was a particularly tireless year. And this is just the correspondence, not the visits and phone calls!
Comment by Doug — August 19, 2019 @ 8:15 pm
To measure one entire living soul’s legacy against the cover of a book, The Goblin Universe by Ted Holiday.
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Beneath the book cover to The Goblin Universe, we understand that the cosmos move in circles as we labor to lay down a square tile. How spirituality teaches ways of the Heavens. Natural force in incidental motion; ‘the force.’ Calendars, watches and almanacs, useful things for pointing out the trusty for us beneath what is solid in appearance. It requires one whole affirmed human mind to lay down a stone beyond reference. May a human mind will the cosmos beneath today’s laws of physics? Why does humanity invent, alone deify matter? Astrology, ancient mother sciences which required people to lay those stones written off ghost studies under progress. Do we truly know it is false, a pseudo-science? A melt down. Nessie might be understood differently as the Black Tortoise of the North among the White Tiger of the West to embody a living constellation from witnessing her over man’s very foundation. The yielded emerging sea from our prayers yielded a caught innocent child’s charm; the blackness of our dormant slumbers, or phobias to pray one has laid down their own stone for firing a man to the moon lest he be confounded a dummy damned to cry the whole “sky is falling.”
Comment by Raphael — August 26, 2019 @ 7:28 pm