#long john nebel

[postpunkindustrial]

Long John Nebel – The Flying Saucer Story

I was doing someprep work for my Halloween posts when I came across this oddity.

Long Jon Nebel was an over night New York City talk show host that was a predicessor to Art Bells Coast to Coast AM format. Giving voice to a wide range of paranormal theories with a bemused yet sympathetic ear.

This record details his interview with George Adamski about his Alien encounter.

You can get it from my Google Drive HERE

[oldshowbiz]

Obscure post-war comedian Danny Crystal became a semi-regular on the Long John Nebel show and briefly managed Liberace.

[creature-wizard]

hi!! i saw ur take on DID programming being a conspiracy theory, and i'd like a further elaboration if that's fine with you. i'm just curious and a bit confused, since i've met numerous systems claiming to be victims of programming

Sure! It's kind of a long story, but I'll try and summarize things as best as I can.

So, back in the early 20th century, mystical types were looking at hypnosis, trancework, and even drugs as a way to retrieve memories of past lives. The idea that you could retrieve lost memories made it way into ufology communities, where people tried to remember alien abductions. It also got into actual psychology, with therapists attempting to help patients retrieve lost early life memories. There was never any real evidence that these practices actually worked the way these people thought they did, and today we know that you can get people to confabulate memories of just about anything under the right circumstances. (If you need evidence, I can show you some very obvious examples here and here.)

Edit to add: In 1952, the book The Manchurian Candidate came out. It was basically a political thriller about a guy who'd been captured by Russians and brainwashed into being their secret assassin, complete with special triggers to activate his programming and everything. This had everything to do with the US painting communism as something subversive that people were sinisterly brainwashed into. In 1962, a film adaptation was released to theaters.

In the 1950s, Dr. Cornelia Wilbur started treating her patient Shirley Mason for seeming DID. (Which, Mason did not actually have.) Dr. Wilbur was extremely irresponsible and unprofessional in general, and very notably gave Mason sodium pentothal to help her remember. (Yikes!) Dr. Wilbur would push the baseless myth that DID could only be caused by severe childhood abuse (such as SA), and push drugs and hypnosis as methods for finding said abuse if the patients didn't seem to remember it. The 1973 book Sybil was based on Wilbur and Mason.

In the 1970s, radio host, notorious prankster, and platformer of weird fringe content Long John Nebel apparently started using hypnosis on his wife, Candy Jones to try and figure out the reason for her mental health issues. Supposedly, he helped her "remember" being a CIA agent, whose alter Arlene had been trained as a spy. The 1976 book The Control of Candy Jones describes what they supposedly uncovered. Also, here's an article that talks about some of their claims, and the context around what happened.

Also in the 1970s, Dr. Lawrence Pazder (who was inspired by Sybil) attempted to find the source of his patient Michelle Smith's issues by helping her remember supposedly lost memories. Under his coaching, Smith "remembered" being abused by a Satanic cult. They didn't use hypnosis as most of us know it, but Smith was putting herself into a kind of trance. Now like, this whole book is extremely discredited. They made a lot of claims that were very easy to check, and each time somebody checked said claims, it turned out they were full of shit. Like just for one example, her school yearbook picture from the year she was supposedly being tortured by the cult doesn't show any sign of the abuses she claims she was suffering, which would have been very, very obvious.

Then in 1988, Mark Philips used hypnosis on Cathy O'Brien to help her "remember" being a mind-controlled slave for the New World Order under the CIA program Project Monarch. They published what O'Brien supposedly remembered in the 1995 book Trance-Formation of America. O'Brien claimed that she and her daughter were tortured to induce DID, with the alters being programmed to carry out specific tasks for the CIA/NWO. The whole thing was an extremely racist crock of pure conspiracy theory bullshit; it claimed, for example, that the NWO was letting Mexicans ruin America and shipping white women off to Saudi Arabia as sex slaves.

In 1994, Fritz Springmeier used hypnosis on Cisco Wheeler to supposedly uncover her memories as a member of the NWO/Illuminati. In their three books published across the mid to late 90's, Springmeier and Wheeler gave an incredibly elaborate narrative around alter programming, incorporating elements from just about every other conspiracy theory you can name. They claimed alter programming was an ancient practice developed by pagan priests, and used in modern times by a global cult that intended to enthrone the Antichrist in the year 2000. The pair of them made so many claims that are absolutely beyond ludicrous, and I posted a sample of them over here.

Basically everyone who claims that alter programming is a real thing these days is downstream of Springmeier and Wheeler, whether they realize it or not. One reason we know this is that a lot of them cite a blogger who calls herself Svali, or cite people who cite Svali (such as Dr. Alison Miller and Dr. Ellen Lacter). Svali first popped up in the early 2000s claiming to be a former Illuminati/NWO programmer. She described the same kind of Illuminati and the same kind of practices as Springmeier and Wheeler. If you need examples, here she is claiming that color, metal, and jewel programming are things. And here she is claiming Disney moves are made for Illuminati programming.

Unwelcome Ozian is another clear case of someone who's getting their material from Springmeier and Wheeler; for example, their book Chainless Slaves not only describes the same methods and styles of alter programming; it even reproduces complete paragraphs from Springmeier and Wheeler's work. Edit to add: Unwelcome Ozian's other book, Rules of Programming, reproduces material not only from Springmeier and Wheeler's work, but also from a lot of literature on topics such as abuse, cults, and self-help in general. I have a post exposing this over here.

Basically, the whole idea of alter programming/trauma-based mind control has a long, long history of medical malpractice, pseudoscience, fraud, and conspiracy theory behind it. It just doesn't take very long to start finding it once you actually start digging. Meanwhile, real evidence just never turns up, and what we do find often just flat-out contradicts these claims. Like, many people who claim to have undergone brutal tortures or major surgeries at the hands of programmers don't have the scars to show for it. The sites, tools, and costumes for the elaborate rituals described by a lot of these people are just never found.

What's very notably missing are technical manuals for the actual programming process. I'm talking about literature that fully describes the actual procedures in full, step-by-step detail, rather than the vague, suggestive descriptions you find in conspiracist literature. The fact that nothing of the sort has ever turned up anywhere you might expect it to in over seventy years is pretty damning, because this isn't the kind of thing that a bunch of random, unconnected people would just independently invent on their own.

Meanwhile, what very demonstrably does exist are therapists who still believe the in the pseudoscience and misinformation pushed by Dr. Wilbur, Dr. Pazder, etc, who will push people both with and without actual DID to try and uncover repressed memories. There are websites and articles that suggest guided imagery and hypnosis for retrieving memories you think you might have suppressed. There are hypnosis videos on YouTube that will supposedly help you recover repressed memories. We have clear cases of memory confabulation within the New Age movement, where people vividly "remember" traumatic events that very obviously never happened because they take place in non-existent places such as Lemuria and incorporate narratives from the pseudoscientific and racist ancient astronaut hypothesis.

So, hopefully this should answer things. I tried to keep this post as short as possible, but there's just a lot of history and context here. The very, very short version of this is that there are a lot of misled people who've unknowingly run afoul of 20th century conspiracy theories and psychiatric quackery.

[spaceintruderdetector]

A large percentage of people are very prone to suggestion, which is what hypnotism really is, and can be triggered into a hypnotic state by nothing more than telephone poles whizzing past as they ride in a speeding automobile. Music also has powerful hypnotic influence, particularly rock 'n' roll, and it is not unusual for disco dancers to lapse into a semitrance. The CIA and other noble national institutions have been experimenting with involuntary hypnosis for years and have turned out innumerable “Manchurian candidates" such as the famous model and radio personality, Candy Jones Nebel, and, possibly, Jack Ruby. Candy's schizoid escapades as an unwilling zombie for the CIA came to light when she was hypnotized by the late Long John Nebel and her story was turned into a book by Donald Bain (The Control of Candy Jones, Playboy Press, 1976). Some experts think that Jack Ruby's peculiar behavior on the day he shot Lee Harvey Oswald was triggered by a mysterious phone call he received before he headed for the Dallas police station, that he had been preconditioned to lapse into a trance and carry out orders.

High Times Magazine, 1980s : THC : Free Download, Borrow, and Streaming : Internet Archive

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To Long John Nebel arguing from the

To Long John Nebel arguing from the devil’s self seem Angel of fire and the gentle men!

[allengreenfield]

Long John Nebel "The Party Line" radio show 1958

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12/12 おはようございます。Hank Marr / Hob Nobbin' - Tonk Game 45-12400  等更新完了しました。

Jack Kelly / Most Beautiful Girl in the World Jgm1009 Dave Brubeck / The Canadian Concert Of Dave Brubeck ca1500 Evans Bradshaw / Pieces of Eighty Eight rlp1136 Donald Byrd / Modern Jazz Perspective Cl1058 Thelonious Monk / Genius Of Modern Music bst81510 Hank Mobley / and His All Stars bst81544 Elvin Jones / Dear John C as88 Morgan James Duo / At The Bar Of Music SFL13071 Chas Burchell / No Kidding LP/9 Claire Martin Jim Mullen / Bumpin' stulp18111 Rusty Warren / Songs for Sinners Jgm2024 Long John Nebel / And The Phil Moore Four And Friends M101 Annie Ross Buddy Bregman / Gypsy STEREO-1028 Kerrie Biddell Compared To What / Compared To What ss-301 Linc Chamberland / Yet To Come mr5263 Headhunters / Straight from the Gate Ab4146 Urszula Dudziak / Urszula Al4065 Donald Byrd / Thank You For FUML 6e144 Otis Rush / I Cant Quit You Baby - Sit Down Baby u323 Hank Marr / Hob Nobbin' - Tonk Game 45-12400

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[heroin-heroine]

A handy girl always gets by, a skit-format diary entry

Setting: a 3 room city-apartment.

Personae Dramatis: Nebel--- A woman in her midtwenties, currently sheltering Riesel at her apartment

Riesel--- A girl in her late teens, fled her abusive father and now lives with Nebel

John--- a local drug dealer, despite being a somewhat high profile pillpusher, John retains a certain bashfulness and awkwardness

Scene: The audience looks upon the apartment hallway, the front door, the open door to the first bedroom, the closed livingroom door and the closed door to the second bedroom are visible, the front door and second bedroom door across from one another, the front door on the right.

obnoxiously sad indiemusic plays, Nebel kneels before an altar of sorts in the middle of the hallway, lighting candles and incense, Riesel stands by.

Riesel: “Why would we make such hubbub about this? I’ve done this a hundred times before and it never mattered wether theres candles, or incense or or or... --She motions toward a shawl drawled over a dresser-- whatever this is supposed to be” Nebel moves about, nudging things here and there, disaligning and realigning shoes, fiddling with the mirrors of the altar.

Nebel: “Oh there absolutely MUST be a bit of formality to this, a certain touch of mystique to be expected of a ladys quarters, those special little to...”

The doorbell rings.

Riesel, towards the door: “yesyes I will be right along. (to Nebel) Are you quite done yet?” Nebel: “Ready as need be, do get the door, dear.” Nebel fiddles with her phone, the music switches to something more provocative, if quite generic, a bit more fitting for a shady nightclub than an apartment in a quiet neighbourhood

Riesel opens the front door, enter John till halfway through the door.

John: “ Uhmm, hello Riesel, nice... nice to see you again.”

Riesel, stepping closer to John: “always SUCH a pleasure to be with you, John, do come in.”

Riesel pulls John in by both wrists, John awkwardly pushes the front door shut with his heel.

Riesel, still pulling: “Well don’t be a stranger, come in proper!”

The two end up face to face roughly before Nebel, still with facing the altar and away from the others.

John, rummaging through his satchel: “I got a little present for you, Riesel, i hope you like it --He looks about, sniffing-- I like what youve done with the... place..”

John hands off a small pouch to Riesel, Riesel turns away, Inspecting the pouch.

John: “Uhm, Riesel? who’s your friend there?”

Nebel rises to her feet slowly, holding a glass of wine, moving closer towards John, her free hand loosely around his waist as he looks up at her and tries to back away a bit.

Nebel: “So very nice to meet you, John. I heard you were quite the charmer and i was hoping we might get to know each other. Would you like a sip?” She holds her glass to Johns face.

John moves to grab the glass, as he moves it to his lips, Nebel tilts it over a notch, pouring the liquid within into Johns mouth.

John, shuddering: “This is... That was NOT wine!(Nebel: “quite a swill, eh?”) I may have more later, there is something I’d rather do right now.” He makes to move past Nebel towards Riesel, who just now finished with the pouch.

Nebel grabs his Ass, pushes her chest into him and kisses his forehead, then releases him.

Riesel, very excited: “Oh thank you thank you thankies John, there is something i want to show you, come here, come here!” Exit Riesel and John into the second bedroom.

Nebel grabs the pouch, picks something out of it and swallows it, then digs around it for a few seconds.

Nebel, downwards and moving towards the foreground, entering the first bedroom and sitting down in an armchair. : “Quite a haul, I guess he will stay overnight? may as well get comfortable and be patient, with my luck he is gonna want a roll with me and god knows he paid for it.” Nebel opens a book and leans back with a sigh. Fade stage lighting towards black, turn it full bright halfway through as the second bedroom door opens and a disheveled John exits.

Riesel, leaving after him: “Do come again! You can stay for a bit you know!”

John babbles excuses while grinning around, hurriedly puts on his shoes, exits through front door as Nebel looks on.

Nebel to Riesel: “Did you have fun? Did you scare the poor guy off?” Riesel:”Oh he had his fun just fine, he never stays for more than one time.” Nebel: cradling the pouch in her hands:”But for this much? what the hell did you do that is worth giving all this away?” Riesel:”That is the thing, he just made me hold it and started thrusting into my hand, I think he was hella high.”

Nebel, stashing the pouch away: “Well as long as he is happy, we shouldn’t we be? This is probably enough to wait for it all to blow over.”

[another-fangirl]

RULES: spell your url with song titles and tag 10 people

Was tagged by the lovely @godess-ofthevoid, thank you! 😊

Aight guys, here we go:

S - Silent So Long by Emigrate

H - Honky Cat by Elton John

E - Estranged by Guns N' Roses

O - On a Plain by Nirvana

N - Native Son by Alter Bridge

L - Love Can Only Heal by Myles Kennedy

Y - You Shook Me by Led Zeppelin

C - Caught in a Web by Dream Theater

A - Angel by Aerosmith

R - Relentless Renegades by Santa Cruz

E - Echoes by Pink Floyd

S - Somebody Else by The 1975

A - Allesfresser by Lindemann

B - Bomber by Motörhead

O - One Vision by Queen

U - Under the Bridge by RHCP

T - Tomorrow Night by Steel Panther

B - Burn by Deep Purple

A - Ain't Talkin' 'Bout Love by Van Halen

N - Nebel by Rammstein

D - Dust by Tremonti

S - St. Anger by Metallica

It took me a while to get the perfect songs for each one, not gonna lie. 😅 But it was fun!

I tag: @liebe-ist-ein-wildes-tier @halozinogena @rock-n-fn-roll @generati0nwild if they haven't done this and feel like doing it 🌸

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Long John Nebel - The Flying Saucer Story (George Adamski Interview) [19...

[oldshowbiz]

late night radio

[swisscgny]

MEET NEIL ENGGIST

We recently interviewed Swiss-American painter Neil Enggist to talk about his life, work and how he is coping with self-isolation. Neil’s exhibition The Practice of the Wild was supposed to open at the Consulate General of Switzerland in New York last month as the 8th edition of Art@The Consulate but was postponed due to COVID-19. 

Hi Neil, thank you for taking the time to talk to us. Where are you right now? It is my pleasure. I’m in New Jersey. I have a backyard studio near Princeton, in the old house where I grew up. I’m staying put as much as I can.

Tell us about yourself, where did you grow up? My mother is from Taiwan and my father was born and raised in Luzern, both coming for graduate studies in 1969 to Buffalo. I was born and raised in Princeton Junction in an old stone house near a small forest and the train station. My father was teaching in the Bronx and Connecticut, then trying his hand at importing Swiss Chocolate, but at some point in the 1970s, he turned to stained glass. I remember him cutting, wrapping, and soldering in the backyard. My mother worked for the state of NJ, and drew from the model in her spare time. I drew dinosaurs like a maniac, not very well I may add, but at some point around age 7, my father asked me to draw a dinosaur that he made into a stained glass panel. As a family we traveled to Luzern about every 2 years, and I still remember the smell of Birenwecken and lightning over the Vierwaldstättersee. I drew all the time but wasn’t precocious, as a youth, I was shy, quiet, hot tempered, diligent with school, perfectionist, and mostly played soccer and saxophone and you know, did my math homework.

When did you know you wanted to become an artist? I went to art school at Washington University in 2000, but it wasn’t until studying abroad in Florence in 02 that I had the feel of becoming an artist. There is a laminated portrait from first grade, age 6, where I put into writing that I wanted to be an ‘Artist.’ But in Florence my life felt like it shifted from art student to artist, 3 dear friends and I shared an apartment on Piazza Independenza, learning photography, printmaking, illustration, bookmaking, Italian and art history at a tiny art school called Santa Reparata. My future Love lived up the street and sometimes the cheap red wine would flow. Behind every door were Renaissance frescos, leaping off the walls were Donatellos, and it was the beginning of my explorations as a painter. I would paint plein-air small landscapes and cityscapes with oils, but by the end my ambition grew into a very large Kandinskyesque abstract rendition of Michelangelo’s Final Judgment fresco from the Sistine wall. A year later, back in St. Louis I declared painting as my major, and in the words of Joe Campbell, began ‘following my bliss.’

Neil Enggist, Sea on Earth, acrylic and stain on wood, 2011

How would you describe your style? Has it changed over the years? I would say it’s an Organic Abstract Expressionism, or Nature Action Painting. Over nearly 20 years, YES it has changed! Like a photon going from point A, painting the Ponte Vecchio, to B, dancing on a piece of steel with turmeric and ocean water, taking every single possible path! To say it’s moved linearly would be wrong, but there is a sequence of transformations or leaps, in the Ozarks, Mysticism, Heartbreak, Dylan, New Mexico, Traveling Europe, The Mir, snow painting, India, Brooklyn, Voice and Veil, Gardening, going cross county, yoga, India again, the dance, steel, the tides, The Tao and the Yellow Mountains, devotion. I’m very interested how Dylan’s work has transformed and shifted, beyond expectation, without calculation, yet somehow almost always in line with his poetic essence. My paintings have changed like dinosaurs and birds, from a common source, many branches, some seemingly from different worlds, some becoming bones and fossils, some soaring through the sky.

Tell us about your artistic practice, where do you paint, what inspires you? Well we can start with Highway 61.. music of the American vernacular, jazz, blues, country, rock, folk, hip hop.. from Louis Armstrong, Strange Fruit, Charlie Parker, to the early Bluesmen of the Mississippi Delta, Robert Johnson, folksingers like Woody Guthrie, onwards and outwards to Wutang and Nas. Basquiat inspires me. Ana Medieta, DeKooning, Paul Klee, David Hammons, Polke, Mel Chin, James Turrell, Richard Long, Kerry James, Doig, Ofili, Wangechi Mutu, John Akomfrah, Bonnard, Matisse, Puryear too. Gary Snyder's brilliant collection of essays 'The Practice of the Wild,' from where the title of the exhibition comes, has helped me attune to the wild systems at play in nature and within, and continues to evolve my way of thinking, seeing, and creative being. Taking a journey into nature, not just a dip into nature, but really feeling the connections, the web that runs through the forest and is woven into your own nature. The Redwoods, the Swiss Alps, the Coast of California.. I lose and become myself here. In my practice, nature is welcomed into the process of artistic creation. The imagined line between artistic intention and the creative functioning of wilderness is blurred, or more accurately, these spheres merge into a unified moment. It’s a spiritual practice, a kind of Taoist exercise, merging with the changes of the natural world, not holding, not fixing, listening to what the painting wants to become, and finding the color to enable the beholding. I paint outside and on the road, sometimes inside.. anywhere..

Neil Enggist, Odyssey III, acrylic, dye and turmeric on canvas, 2020

What role does Switzerland play in your life/art? My family has a house in Luzern, with a balcony opening to a view of Mount Pilatus that I would call perfect.. at least on the days where it’s not obscured by Nebel! Since 2012, I’ve been spending many springs / summers living there, in the bohemian remodeling of our chalet attic called the Macolette. I have painted and drawn our view of Pilatus so many times, it is ingrained in my mind’s eye. I’ve explored and hiked the mountains surrounding the Vierwaldstättersee, Grindelwald, Engadin, and Zermatt, finding places on and off the path to paint. When I am in the mountains, alone with my pack, in the quietude and breathtaking beauty, I feel something akin to being home, being one with myself, being on my true path. This feeling is fleeting and eternal. Also, during many of the summers, I have worked with my great friend and mentor, garden designer, Andre Ammann, constructing and maintaining gardens around Luzern. Working with him has taught me in so many ways, to notice the minute changes of spring, to work with contrasts of nature and culture, to understand placement of boulders and trees, how to create a riverscape, to dissolve into the consciousness of the river. When we are done with the work, all cleaned, raked, and hosed down, Andre and I look at our work, and he’ll say, ‘Now, the garden starts, try to see how this will look in 10 years, in 50 years..’ This has been a major influence in my own ‘Practice of the Wild’ and painting. It has also taught me how to shovel!

You have traveled all over the world, how has the nomad life shaped your art? As a traveler, painting becomes the act of experiencing and processing place; the painting becomes an archive of experience. Traveling serves to connect the painter with the uncomfortable and uncalculated, which forces a spontaneity and body-memory response. I aim to paint as one would do battle and dance and play jazz at once. In traveling, the painter becomes the abstraction, inhabiting transient and visionary territory. Materials from places of special significance, white gypsum sand from New Mexico, pigment from the Holi festival of India, black sand from Kanyakumari, gravel from Highway 61, layer into the topography, giving the painting a personal geographic context, while opening formal and textural possibilities. On the road, I explore the spiritual territory of color, and natural occurrences of unearthly blues.

With the COVID-19 pandemic, travel is no longer possible, in what ways has the pandemic shaped your practice / life? I just drove from California to NY in 5 days to install the Consulate show, just before the Covid situation hit the fan. I am supposed to be in India right now, doing a residency in the Himalayas! I’ve had a number of shows postponed and it just really doesn’t seem like people are buying many paintings right now.. But, really compared to people who are sick, caring for loved ones, and risking their lives to care for others, my sacrifices are minuscule. And I can most surely still paint! But I’m trying to use this time to do things I would have done in ‘normal’ times, but there are no normal times anymore. I’ve been making sculptures out of half rotten wood using an ax and a handsaw. I’ve been learning some Tai Chi from my Ma. I’ve started reading the Mahabharata. I’ve been texting whole a lot of hearts to California and writing love songs, and staying out of the bar.. 

Neil Enggist, That Great Mysterious Storm, acrylic, ink, oil and sand on canvas, 2010  

What important lessons do you think we can learn from the impact of the pandemic? Well, first and foremost gratitude for life, health, and for the things that we used to take for granted. To be grateful for the people who are dear to us. This may sound cliché, but the pandemic has shown us how connected we are, for better and for worse. We are interdependent, and what affects one region affects the global community. I hope that people can stop and reassess their personal and collective relationship with the planet.  In a profound and dire way, humans and our socio-economic systems have entered an unbalanced, virus-like relationship with this Earth. Humans seem to need wake up calls to affect changes, I hope this pandemic serves as a paradigm shift for enough of us. We are in this together. Yes when this is over, it will be great to go to a yoga class, an Indian restaurant, and to toast with friends, but we each need to use this time to reaffirm our commitments to each other and to all beings of this planet, and not go back to business as usual.  

What advice do you have for people stuck at home? Can you recommend something to read, listen or watch? Well I’m a Liverpool fan, and we were just about to WIN the premier league, so I’ve had to go back and watch Liverpool highlights to cope. There’s a lovely interview with the legendary skipper Steven Gerrard in conversation with Gary Neville on youtube. I’m a very lazy television watcher, meaning I don’t really watch new things, so it’s The Sopranos, and very little else. Peaky Blinders is good, violent, but solid. Kurosawa’s ‘Dreams’ is a ravishing movie.  I just saw ‘Purple Rain’ again, EPIC. When I drove across country I listened to Toni Morrison’s own reading of her novel ‘A Mercy,’ and it took my breath away, literally every sentence .. I don’t know how I even made it!  She’s a true master in telling a harrowing story in pure poetry. Also reading ‘An Indigenous People’s History of the United States’ and Leonard Peltier’s ‘Prison Writings.’  Musically I needed a lil rock, so I went back to the Black Keys ‘Brothers’, Brittany Howard’s solo ‘Jaime’ is good, JS Ondara, Black Pumas, Valerie June’s ‘Love Told a Lie,’ AM!R’s ‘Parachute, ‘ and the syrupy ‘Cigarettes after Sex.’ I’ve been listening as well to Gann Brewer’s most recent ‘Absolution.’ I made the video for his ‘River Song.’ Tracy Chapman’s first album is incredible. Springsteen’s ‘The River’ is like his White Album and sometimes I need to hear the Boss sing ‘Heart and Soul’ over and over.. and hear that ‘Drive All Night’ sax solo by the late great Clarence Clemons. I am from Jersey, don’t forget. Listening to a lot of John Prine too, and with his recent passing, his music shines like a diamond ring. ‘Christmas in Prison’ is one of my favorites of many. Oh and Bob Dylan just released a 17 minute song about the assassination of JFK, and it’s .. indescribable.

Thank you Neil! 

To find out more about Neil Enggist go to www.neilenggist.com, contact Neil at suisse17@gmail.com and follow him @neilenggist 

Scroll down for more information about the exhibition The Practice of the Wild which will open to the public as soon as it is safe to do so. Please note that all paintings depicted in this article are featured in the exhibition. 

NEIL ENGGIST

THE PRACTICE OF THE WILD 

8TH EDITION OF ART@THE CONSULATE 

THE PRACTICE OF THE WILD by Swiss-American painter Neil Enggist is comprised of a series of abstract mixed media Nature Action Paintings, a method by which nature performs an integral part in the artistic process. 

Neil Enggist, The Storm Ends, acrylic, ink, dye and sand on canvas, 2019

“My work seeks to embody the random precision through which life and spirit intersect. Within a liminal environment, I present set of conditions where the form can be born through an unfolding of natural currents. The nature of water, marks of evaporation, melting, freezing, burning, gravity, animal tracks, traces of dance, time, storms, tides and all manner of seasonal and emotional weather coincide to transform the canvas into a terrain in flux. Whether I am dripping ink into a melting tuft of snow, pouring the ocean on burning ink, or slashing the surface with a fallen pine branch, each action is composed within a system of nature. The result is a site of becoming where oceanic, emotive, and mystical stories interplay” 

Raised in Princeton, New Jersey, Neil Enggist studied fine arts at Washington University in St. Louis and Santa Reparata in Florence. He earned his MFA at San Francisco Art Institute in 2016 where he made paintings on steel in the tidal zones of the Bay Area, searching for a language between art and nature, incorporating ideas of performance and sculpture imbedded in the earth art movement. Enggist has participated in a number of art residencies including the Lucid Art Foundation in Point Reyes, CA, and most recently journeyed to the land of his grandmother to paint the City of Shanghai and the Yellow Mountains of China. Through his extensive travels in Europe, the Americas, and Asia he developed a body of painting and poetry shown in New York, Milan, Mumbai, Luzern, and Paris. Enggist lives and works between New York and Luzern, Switzerland.

Neil Enggist, The Schreckhorn, acrylic, ink, pigment and oil on canvas, 2007 

THE PRACTICE OF THE WILD is the eighth edition of Art @ The Consulate, a curatorial initiative by the Consulate General of Switzerland in New York to showcase the work of Swiss artists living in the United States. Follow Art @ The Consulate on Social media #SwissArtNYC

Neil Enggist, A Candle Burns at Night,  Acrylic and ink on canvas, 2008

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UFOs and the ET Presence Paperback – September 23, 2018

by Rosemary Ellen Guiley

Ever since pilot Kenneth Arnold had his historic sighting of flying discs near Mt. Rainier, Washington, in 1947, FATE magazine has been at the forefront of modern ufology. Hundreds of articles on every aspect of UFOs and the ET presence on Earth have appeared in FATE, written by leading researchers, scientists and experiencers. This must-have volume showcases some of the best UFO articles spanning the entire history of FATE, from its premiere issue in 1948 to present times. Read Kenneth Arnold’s own words about his sighting and follow the amazing era it launched. Also featured: The evidence for UFOs Famous ET contacts and abductions Debates on UFOs as craft or living “space critters” Scientific and religious viewpoints Outrageous personalities A special highlights roundup of the first 50 years of ufology Famous names you will find inside include John A. Keel, James Moseley, Gray Barker, Long John Nebel, Jacques Vallee, Ingo Swann, J. Allen Hynek, Timothy Green Beckley, George Adamski, Ray Palmer, Kevin D. Randle, Betty and Barney Hill, John White, Trevor James Constable, Brad Steiger, Robert J. Durant and more.

[libidomechanica]

Untitled (“Tell you like”)

Measures be, she never to smell.     For what great deep enough! Knows how, but you said. Over of     crimson petals spilled, in our graves, the lifts that he was a     suddenly, with chasing, but her childish error. All those     than the foolish-witty:

he wild thine age is comely as     Jerusalem, terrible as udders were do you     remembered, your devil’s-game! You fast holding duct tape, nor know,     beside, leg over me was let us stand all on each     tide doesn’t looked tushes in

woman a’ her write me thus? And     died and maiden hath thee, O Love, Love, foolish in voices?     And merry was she bang’d me, if ye gie a woman, and     may sleepe, me thou feed, unless night your beauty lies; love by     pieces of horse! Being

tone and trim; if he come and Time     she who am I? Love- lacking out carnival, and all     thee; but late forlorn, lest shades, change, was down, in beds once both     sit, long enough food to make the frankincense. My tongues: and     yet, ’ quoth she; and tumble

into the wise dumb? But the image     dies up his owne children nurse’s song These late excell’d,     a purple was they praise my indolent air, or the low,     the broadcast live even as the summer air is Musicke     lendeth. She take her cheek

a richesse of frankincense, how     the after thee my peace of ours, our eyes seem woe, comparings,     laughs, and thy side, leg over cities, love to stealing     balm, earth’s sovereign lord, and so bold to warm before my     transgression of all my heart

long-distant lights, what tis pluck’d is     still to her, great recall; they descending spur? Tell you like.     And trim; but sleep together like the mounts up Love’s honey;     I have done! In loving to his Saint John Nebel arguing     fronts, there’s much;

foreknowing grave it: then sudden     pale, with thievish progress tree: the knights began, the field, thou     art my worth to bow, when the flower o’ the tints of our     head, dumbe Sleepe hold him in thee to my beloved? Lest and     being full of fellow

door, lest shadow heaved—she star-shaped?     And not to be barren among tender spring when thou     art! To find abundantly, and snowy mounted boar; whose     concubines, and cry, and mourn and salt, in a dull earth is     smooth as the mouth to sink.

Lends not succeed in a woman     I love I’ve broke promises lighted, o that I was sixty!     While we speaks in a bar-room around it. Some small be,     where the diamond rind of civil home-bred streets, and Death, thought,     of a youth since at Prato,

splash the shaped? I like a love     is or should not to leave! When shall I put them extreem day,     where, ’ quoth she tents of woe, whose confined. Some sairie comforteth     like to come to the mouth be fleeth, that does as he third, they     see return, indeede truest

signs of such a yoke by     moonlighted, that leaden appetite, which from City Hall to     me, to trust and all thoughts one behind soul knows how? Or fades,     it fades! He took, that matters heaped with the greater the     He sees his burthens binde.

[allengreenfield]

Long John Nebel - The Flying Saucer Story (George Adamski Interview) [1960s UFO Interview]

[a-fools-jester]

Pencil Me In- A Johnlock AU

Part 2 of 5

For simplicity’s sake and to not keep everyone waiting for each new part, I will upload the story and these photoboards separately. The story can be deduced from the photos for all you impatient little boys, girls and non-binary folk, but here is a snippet of this part:

There was something changing between the two of them, but Sherlock was still trying to piece together all the facts in a way that made logical sense. 

It had been a pretty regular night, and he smiled as John paraded him around the party filled with the porcelain faces of the upper class, trying to remain pleasant in an environment he didn’t belong in. The long festive night finally drew to an end, and they stumbled back to John’s hotel room, giggling, perhaps drunk from drinking too much of the wine. John grinned at something Sherlock said- he couldn’t, for the life of him, remember what it was that had left his mouth- and the next thing he knew John was pressing a wet and sloppy kiss to his mouth as he pushed him against the mattress.

He melted under John’s hungry hands, coming more and more undone with each brush of skin against skin, but even drunk, he noticed that tonight was different than the other nights that came before. There was a softness in John’s touch- a gentleness that Sherlock hadn’t experienced during the previous nights he’d spent with the man- as if they had all the time in the world and there was no need to rush. John deliberately laced their fingers together and Sherlock shut his eyes tightly, his breath hitching as he fought to remember how to breathe. It was that delicate act that unraveled something in him, waking up something long dormant in his chest.  

This was just a job, he reminded himself, yet it was becoming harder and harder to convince himself that John Watson was just an ordinary customer. Just an ordinary client.

The realization came to him later, the night quiet and melancholic as it usually was after a session, his heart beating in his chest like birds trying to fly home. With a cigarette hanging limply in his hands as he stared at John’s sleeping form, he came upon the conclusion as all the data snapped together and forced him to see what he’d been trying to ignore: he was utterly in love with John Hamish Watson, a man whose name was worth billions. Him- a simple rentboy, with hardly any money he hadn’t made from being an escort- in love with a billionaire.

How absurd. 

How laughable.

How infinitely humiliating. 

And yet, how painfully true. He was truly and undeniably in love, and now he didn’t know what to do. For a person who sold his body on the regular, he’d never actually had someone come close to claiming his heart like this. He’d thought it was impossible that a client would manage to actually get close to him in such an intimate way. It was different with the others, who were quick, cold, professional, slapping bills into his hands and then barely even nodding at him as he left his calling card on the table. This was somehow becoming more personal, and that was… dangerous.

With trembling fingers, he slipped on his coat, needing some air as he tried to figure out what to do now.

I’m not sure if this is what y’all wanted, but this is just to give you all a taste of the story and to sorta not keep everyone waiting for weeks or more for the edited story. Quality matters to me and I’m in the middle of exams, so please understand. However, your opinions matter to me, so I wanna know what you think. Do you want me to post these boards first, with a small summary/ snippet, or would you rather wait for the full finished product (which could take weeks or more due to my current workload)?

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