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Wednesday, September 15, 2010, 5:37 PM

I have been dipping into esoteric religious stuff, by accident. Normally it isn’t anything I mess with, beyond the dismal fancies of liberal Protestants in general and Lutherans in particular. I blame UFO Magazine. A recent cover caught my eye at the library. There is a connection, I learned, between religious experience and alien abduction (of the two, the alien sort may be the more interesting). Oh, and we are all headed for a higher consciousness, the present lower one being such a disappointment to ascended masters and the like, but I don’t have time to go into that here.

No, what really excited me was an advertisement for several books by Dianne Robbins. Ms. Robbins is the designated channel for cetacean beings, inhabitants of the hallow earth, and trees, and they each have a book. She also channels Adama from Telos, another book, but he’s not nearly as interesting.

One cannot actually say she is the author, though she is listed that way. The books are more like “as told to” stories. They all communicate with her with fair regularity and, what is not contained in the books, she reproduces at her blog site, all the messages, songs, and poetry they dictate to her. All of them are very chatty, especially the trees. They do a lot of poetry, the trees do, at Inner Earth Blog. The cetaceans like poetry too, which Ms. Robbins also faithfully reproduces for them at the blog site.

The cetaceans have a One Group Mind which probably helps in producing their compositions; I can’t speak for the trees but an example of recent cetacean poetry runs in part:

When the ocean’s destroyed
We’re no longer employed
And without us here
You can’t support the biosphere

There’s a warning in there. In fact all of them seem very anxious for all the rest of us, but it is a condescending concern unfortunately tinged with the arrogance enlightened beings sometimes display toward, hmm, guys like me, I guess.

Except the trees; they are actually optimistic for our chances:

Earth’s Ascension
There is no question
That you’re moving into
The 5th dimension

Ms. Robbins undoubtedly believes these messages come to her and I believe she believes it. It does leave me wondering, though. If these messages are so darned important, why do they come only to Ms. Robbins? Why not to The New York Times? Well, there’s an answer for that. One must have first achieved a degree of “soul enlightenment.”

17 Comments

    49erDweet
    September 15th, 2010 | 5:48 pm

    Err…shouldn’t that be “sole” enlightenment?

    Craig Payne
    September 15th, 2010 | 6:34 pm

    Set to the music of Whalen Jennings.

    The Rev. Steven P. Tibbetts, STS
    September 15th, 2010 | 8:48 pm

    I prefer the dolphins in the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy: “So long, and thanks for all the fish.”

    greggo
    September 15th, 2010 | 9:26 pm

    “Why not the New york Times?” How do you know they haven’t been contacted?

    Joe Carter
    September 15th, 2010 | 9:37 pm

    Why not to The New York Times?

    Because the NYT is one of the world’s biggest contributors to the mass-murders of trees. If someone pulped my friends and smeared them with cheap ink and the words of Paul Kruman, I wouldn’t talk to them either.

    Mike K.
    September 15th, 2010 | 10:05 pm

    Doesn’t she know that Telos is the home planet of the Cybermen? She must be crazy to mess around with them.

    Craig Henry
    September 15th, 2010 | 11:40 pm

    From The Raspberry Bush Soliloquies –
    Arboreal with smarts : rhymes with : I’ll bore you all with far…

    A rose by any other name would smell as sweet {:~)

    mike
    September 16th, 2010 | 1:05 am

    Did she say how the hobbits are doing?

    BTW, it’s ironic that one of The 5th Dimension’s hits was “Aquarius.” http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EegRh8Z4H-o

    Joules
    September 16th, 2010 | 1:06 am

    The tree rhymes have a slightly wooden quality.

    Craig Payne
    September 16th, 2010 | 8:18 am

    Dear Joules: Yes; a long step down from the Ent-Moots.

    Gail F
    September 16th, 2010 | 8:44 am

    When the ocean’s destroyed
    We’re no longer employed
    And without us here
    You can’t support the biosphere

    That is FABULOUS!!! What a great poem. Who knew the ceteceans could compose in English?

    Craig Payne
    September 16th, 2010 | 9:52 am

    If there’s global warming,
    Catastrophe forming,
    We won’t be swarming,
    And English has so few end-rhymes.

    Gary Keith Chesterton
    September 16th, 2010 | 10:11 am

    You mock her! Go on, mock! Your mockery is most unseemly. Dianne will NOT BE MOCKED!

    Mike Melendez
    September 16th, 2010 | 3:37 pm

    @Gail F: I don’t know. I think something is lost in the translation from whale song. And I thought group think was a bad thing.

    Bill Daugherty
    September 16th, 2010 | 3:58 pm

    @Gail F.: Not only can they compose in English, they can do it as badly as …say, you run-of-the-mill internet poet:

    Now our birthing grounds gone
    So it won’t be too long
    When we’ll all disappear
    And no longer be here

    Bill Daugherty
    September 16th, 2010 | 3:59 pm

    That should be your internet poet.

    Craig Payne
    September 16th, 2010 | 4:57 pm

    “The New Loaves and Fishes”

    The mighty cetacean,
    That noble creation,
    With bread would go far
    (Also sauce tartar).

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