Sunday, January 06, 2008

The Space Man Cometh

Damn that Spaceman.

(It's a radio show along the lines of Art Bell and George Noory).

If you believe the Spaceman, the Third World War is upon us, there will be death, destruction, mayhem.

Armies are already gathering for a final showdown.

But in the end, it is the "Illuminati" who will win, the Illuminati, that half-mythical group that the Spaceman says has been controlling everything and everyone since almost the beginning of history. Super high-priests. And they will make the world bow down to them.

Damn, why do I have to listen to outrageous moonshine like this when already depressed with the flu, really bad teeth and a mother wasting away in an old age home?

It's enough to drive one to Dostoevsky and his incredible flawed novel, "The Devils".

Certainly Bon Jovi:

"It's all the same
Only the names are changed
And every day
We're just wastin' away.

Is nihilism like botulism?
I think I've got the latter for sure..

I got something, somewhere. From somebody. And it's laying me low.

Memory kicks in:
I was waiting for the light to change, when this gorgeous teeny-bopper sidled right up against me and (I swear) coughed fruitily right into my face. I could tell from the hoarse cough that she really had something. Why did I have to pause, dirty old man, just so I could look at her unlined face and her blonde, frizzy hair. And the pretty mouth out of which issued a Chernobyl blast.

Bring in the helicopters!

Bring in the sandbags!
I swear I am glowing in the dark, like my countrymen in Chernobyl.

Chernobyl means "rotten wood".

I have become rotten wood.

Glow, little glow worm.

Anybody got any heavy water?

Oh hell, say it right on:

Anybody got any Vodka?

Otherwise it's just me and The Spaceman.

And he's enough to drive anybody to drink.



Charles Gramlich said...

"A pretty mouth with a chernobyl blast." There's a cool image.

Josie said...

Ivan, you reprobate :-) you need to start looking after yourself. Your infected teeth are making you feel like crud. You need to cut back on the booze and take your antibiotics. You will feel better instantly. You're not an old man, you just feel like one because you don't take better care of yourself.

I don't believe in conspiracy theories. The human race is too chaotic to be controlled by Super High Priests. And Art Bell is, and always has been, a complete and total idiot. He is the High Priest of the seriously deranged.

ivan said...

Thanks Charles.
The image came from left field, somewhere.

ivan said...


Are you going to spank me? :)

Well, one can't be blamed for hoping. Lol.

Donnetta Lee said...

Ivan, Ivan. I echo everything that Josie just said. Ditto.


ivan said...


the walking man said...

How could one not look at a fresh faced smooth skinned female, even if her momma never taught her to cover her mouth when spewing deadly isotopes?



ivan said...


"Oh sweet Plutonia!"

Her isotope into my U-235.

Everything went ka-boom.

ea monroe said...

Check out the above link, Ivan. You will find it interesting! ~Liz

PS -- don't forget to take your antibiotics!

ivan said...


Cool link.
I think I get it:

Examples of Synchronicity

You are suffering with financial difficulties, yet money for basic expenses such as rent, food, and utilities, always manifests. You begin to trust this. At first you thank the universe or god, then you realize you create this abundance. You are learning to watch how you manifest and why, watching yourself from outside the box.

You have just received your last check from unemployment when suddenly a job comes along.

You walk into a book store not knowing what to buy, and the book you need falls from a shelf and practically hits you over the head.

You have been feeling ill with no clear diagnosis. You meet someone who knows a doctor or healer with the answers. All physical problems stem from emotional issues. Your soul will point out the patterns and hopefully the solutions. When the person is ready to heal, the doctor will be there. That person will often show up by synchronicity. This all stems from various levels of depression and self-sabotage stemming from one's DNA or life experiences that have worn them down. When you are confused and in emotional pain, you either have trouble manifesting synchronicities or they are major learning lessons.

There is a sudden relocation which seems to be for one reason, but later you find much more than you bargained for as the synchronicities rapid occur as if a domino effect. For example, you relocate for a new job, then, as if by synchronicity, someone 'special' comes into your life. You and that person have attracted each other for experience, as all life is nothing more than that. In another case, the energies of the area hold something transformational for you, which is perhaps the reason your soul created the move in the first place.

You finally end a bad relationship and immediately another partner comes into your life as if by synchronicity.

You drive to a place where parking is "next to impossible" and someone pulls out of a parking spot or it is waiting for you.

You meet someone who interests you and touches your soul. Through synchronicity that person seems to come into your life over and over again. You begin to feel a destiny with that person. You begin to think with your heart instead of your head. You connect with that person. In some cases the karma between the two people is positive but in many cases you have attracted that person into your life for a learning lesson whether you are aware of it or not.

You feel depressed and can't find focus in your life. The next person you talk you says something that brings needed guidance. In a world of wounded souls, and evolving consciousness, answers to help and guide will come more quickly and from different sources than in your past. Learn from those who come along, but never become co-dependent.

A well-known example of synchronicity involves the true story of French writer Emile Deschamps. In 1805 he was treated to some plum pudding by Monsieur de Fontgibu. Ten years later, he encountered plum pudding on the menu of a Paris restaurant, and wanted to order some, but the waiter told him the last dish had already been served to another customer, who turns out to be Monsieur de Fontgibu. In 1832 Emile Deschamps visited a restaurant with a friend and is once again offered plum pudding. He recalled the earlier incident and told his friend that only Monsieur de Fontgibu is missing to make the setting complete. At that moment a senile Monsieur de Fontgibu enters the room by mistake.


On the current Yuppie flu that I've got:
Josie will be pleased (I think) to hear I am at least off the booze and off to the doctor.

Thanks for the link, Liz.

I think we are forever Jung? :)

ivan said...


More synchronicity:

Benjibopper, a blogger who frequently visits these pagers writes:

... some exciting news. A 6,000 word feature I wrote called Economic Emancipation: Ghana, Africa, the World; Debt "forgiveness" and the financial assault on Third World countries has been published by Z Magazine, a fantastic "independent magazine of critical thinking on political, cultural, social and economic life in the U.S." My article is in the same section as Noam Chomsky's, so it's pretty exciting stuff.


Well that is most cool.
Same section as Noam Chomsky's piece? Prof. Chomsky is a very big gun!

And what are you doing yourself, "Prof. Irwifn Corey"? I seemed to ask myself.

Nuttin published for months.

But lookee here:
Era-Banner newspaper, Sunday Jan 6, 2008.

by Ivan Prokopchuk

And whose article is just underneath?

Nobody less that Dr. David Suzuki, with an unusual slant on the now rather overused term "global warming."

Okay, okay.
So they just recycled an old letter of mine, found it pertinent and ran it in the Jan. 8, 2008 Era-Banner, editorial page.

Come to think of it, the cartoon was the best part of the page.

Still, publish or perish, I say.

Congrats to Benjibopper and thank god for me at least adding a footnote to my local paper in a season that suddenly, flukily, seems promising.
Papers and magazines seem to be holding onto my old stuff, republishing every so often.


...I swear E. A. Monroe picked up some sort of psychic connection here.
Well, if she's a witch, she is certainly a white one, a good'n. :)

ea monroe said...

Wow, Ivan! You and Dr. David Suzuki! Your favorite fruit fly chaser!! I wonder Josie's neighbor ever googles his name and your blog pops up?!

Hope you are feeling better! ~Liz

ivan said...

Yup. Dr. David, who made a grand career of goosing fruit flies and examining "the stuff that came out of their ass" (His words, I kid you not...But he was talking about genetics)...I handled some of his story for the Canadian Magazine.

Well, he got to be Super Scientist, so famous that he used to have groupies and ended up maried to a beautiful "white chick".
(I think he lives with his family in Josie's neck of the woods).

I don't take away anything from his accomplishments, though if I were to goose fruit flies, I am told they are very choosy--they might reject me, and that would be bad for an "eight-time loser" like me.(Migod! Nine long-term relationships and all I've got to show for it is some books and, I must say, some really lovely adult "kids".
So rock on Dr. David, it is sixty degrees Fahreheit in Toronto right now, though I'm sure it's not global warming but a January thaw.
...Check out those glaciers in the Yukon though; I'm sure those mothers are frozen solid after the Christmas freeze.

...I guess what I'm saying is that my career is coming back through small increaments--very small. Heh.

Thanks again for the link, Liz.
I think you ar psychic.

Merely psychotic. :)

eric1313 said...

I had read that Chernobyl meant "wormwood", like the meteor that supposedly (according to some people's interpretation of Revelations) will strike the earth and poison all the waters during the end times. Very fitting with your post, I must say.

Wormwood is also the key ingredient in absinthe. I love absinthe (not so much the day after...), bring it on!

Wormwood also sounds like a sneaky friend alone in the dark with one's girl.

Don't forget--the helicopters called in should be black, unmarked helicopters, in keeping with the Coast to Coast theme.

On top of it all, you tie in Bon Jovi from the height of his hair farming glory days.

Is there anything you can't do?

ivan said...

Au Contraire.

All that good research and commentary.
Is there anything you can't do?

eric1313 said...

Not research, just useless nuggets of knowledge I have stored away from all my reading and listening to people, things that just happen to help lead to good writing.

You know--that's a damn good question! What the heck can't I do?

Oh yeah, I can't find a job that I want! I'm not going back to driving pizza--besides, my car caught fire, I couldn't do that anyway. McDonald's, nope. The retail job I almost had fell through. That's OK, I didn't want to sell power tools all that much, anyway.

But I bet I can do this shot right now!


ivan said...

Hoo- Hah



It's a MAD world.

I have gone so far as to deliver outo parts for You-Wop....Uh, I mean UAP.

Deliver the wrong part, you swim with the fishes.

Seriously, have you thought of auto parts delivery? It is easy, so easy and it pays.

benjibopper said...

I had a similar experience once with an Irish Viking:

An Irish Viking passes through my room and heads for the showers, grumbling as he goes, “The showers at the gym are too disgusting, and I can’t sleep stinking like this. Sorry.” Boots bounce down the staircase above and sound like cannon-fodder. I hear the Viking singing tunelessly from the shower: “Fodder, fodder, I love you my fodder.”

It goes on like that for some pages.

benjibopper said...

Thanks for the props, Ivan, and congrats on the Suzuki proximity. Eric says proximity to wisdom catalyzes osmotic learning, so it can't hurt.

Eric: Wormwood was also the great demon of the Screwtape Letters, one of my favourite C.S. Lewis joints.

ivan said...



Makes my think of an Al Capp-type female character, just in from Sweden.

Asked is she is still single,she answers,"Yas, I have no huusband.
"But soon, I will get a yob."

ivan said...

Loved the Screwtape Letters, as well as some C.S. Lewis' short stories...You know, the Narnia ones and others possibly read to us when we were kids.
C.S. Lesis died on exactly the day of John F. Kennedy's assassination, so for a long time he didn't get the appreciation he deserved over in America.
But genius shone through and he is obviously well known today.
Almost up there with J.R.R. Tolkien and J.K. Rowling.

Middle Ditch said...

Oh dear, you do have it bad! Do as Josie says. She's a wise woman.

I have only just read your answer on my comment in your earlier post.

No. I don't hire a crew. They are all friends and colleagues and they give their time and effort for free (and they love it). It's not done in a studio, but in my husbands office/spare bedroom. A friend edits for us and it is now also broadcast in France.

My other work (scripts) is available on my other blog called Monique. The link is on Middle Ditch.

Now cheer up!

ivan said...

middle ditch,

That's really interesting.
A basement studio for voices, your friends the "voices" and an ultimate airing of your radio play in France. Waycool.
Sienna (Pam) from Australia has offered me some of her resources, certainly a VTR, should I want to make a documentary...She is a dear, and really supportive!

Thanks for the cheery uplift.
Not for nothing your initials should be M.D. :)