As a follow up to my recent blog about the New Age nonsense event, I was contacted by one of the speakers, Rob, who sent me a friendly message on Facebook.
I decided to look into his information and got a bit of his personal story, which included his family’s heavily religious background and some of his life experiences, etc. (Be sure to catch the little “Introduction from Treb” audio clip on this page, it’s a real gem.)
This led me to watch a little of a video in which (at about 30 some minutes or so) he, well, kind of rents out space to a…”Reptilian” extraterrestrial who shares its (strangely accented) words of wisdom, perhaps while simultaneously eating flies on its own world.
It brought me back to those halcyon days of New Age bliss, back in 1986, when the channeling trend was just in its seminal stages. Rob’s particular bit of mumbo-jumbological astro-babble is highly derivative of the “Bashar” channeling by a person named Darryl Anka. (Think of Rob’s version as the equivalent of a rock and roll tribute band playing not quite competent covers of songs that you didn’t want to hear anyway.) Well, they say that plagiarism is the highest form of flattery.
It should also be noted that the ironically named Tom Clearwater (an oil company executive), who was involved in both Stephen Greer’s film and Stephen Bassett’s disclosure hearing fiasco, also credits himself with being the executive producer of the Bashar documentary. My, what strange bedfellows.
I honestly thought this channeling stuff was passé but it looks like it’s been picked up by a new (de)generation of lost and confused refugees from religions and dysfunctional families, etc. And guys like Rob are enjoying riding the new, entrepreneurial wave of “How You Too Can Turn Mental Illness into Fun and Profit!”
Billy Meier covered the topic of channeling quite well, in 1995, and was of course also accurate when he said that these self-induced schizophrenics will “pop out of the ground like poisonous mushrooms.”
Look Both Ways before Crossing
I decided to write about this because I actually couldn’t think of a meaningful direct response to Rob, to whom I am also sending it. I know that he’s already very invested in maximizing all the profits he can juice from the fruits of his subnoxious mind, so I figured that reasoning with, or giving unsolicited advice to, him wouldn’t be productive.
As we watch Rob do his impression of the Geico lizard on steroids, the “everybody has their own truth” crowd that chided silly old me for being so impertinent as to call for evidence for people’s wacky claims, now has some serious thinking, if not explaining, to do.
Let’s just hope that Treb Bor (roB berT?) doesn’t have the misfortune of trying to cross any dark highways at night when the infamous Susan Swiatek is behind the wheel.