The Vallee/Harris vast wasteland: Trinity: The Best kept Secret

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What a god-awful book!

Let me try to explain: it stinks as a research primer. It lacks cachet as a factual vehicle. It is a kind of self-indulgent autobiography, it goes on ad absurdum, ad nauseam, ad infinitum – and the Paola interviews in it went on interminably.

Yet, I am a Vallee admirer, but the great man seems to cinch his UFO reputation; readers are subjected to reminders throughout that Jacques was in on or involved in every major (and some not so major but allegedly important) UFO event in modern history.

Also, he’s fixated on his place in Silicon Valley, which is negligible according to those who are truly important there.

The 1945 “episode” that is the gist of the book is forlorn and almost silly; it wouldn’t even make for a bad TV pilot, and even though I think the book is a prelude to a potential movie script, it smells bad……the literary element is not pungent, pathetic actually: two little hombres experiencing a strange craft breaking apart after a collision with a (radio?) tower in New Mexico and retrieving some odd debris found after the alleged wreck.

Jacques Vallee and Paola Harris think the 7 and 9 year old boy actually saw the crash and are remembering the event accurately (truthfully), and they may have but, for me, it doesn’t ring true and I’ve cited a few reasons why earlier here.

Now, the crash may be an actual event or a contrived folie à deux, or, as my son Josh, the neuroscientist offers, the sighting could have been a perceptive impairment derived from the atomic bomb test aftermath and a result of radiation poisoning or another kind of toxic intrusion in the area affecting the cognitive abilities of the children but that such elaborate physiological damage would persist into old age seems highly unlikely.

So, ruling a neurological glitch and a psychological folie à deux, we are left with the actuality of a crashed weird object that had many of the Roswell harbingers – odd debris, little creatures, memory metal, and a military cover-up, along with later UFO ingredients such as “angel hair.”

Vallee’s assertion and belief that we humans are being played with and the event was a Caravacian scenario proffered by someone or something paranormal; meant to tell us something.

I can accept that, but a scenario presented to two kids, 7 and 9, with the idea that the mise en scène would surface at a later date via a genealogical search or be set up for two young hombres in a primitive intellectual environment stretches credulity and common sense.

That Vallee makes the case for a governmental deep state is also okay with me, as the idea of a sub-political state existed in the 1940s and was determined to be a reality during the Alger Hiss trial as disclosed by Whittaker Chambers.

And all the foo-faa of Harry Truman’s creation of a national security role with a formal agency, the CIA, to ferret out protective information and keep it secret is a given for most persons paying attention to governmental activities sub rosa.

So, while the great Jacques Vallee should get plaudits for his ongoing processes to uncover government and/or military malfeasance and secrecy, his attempt to make a remembered 1945 event by two old guys with a simpatico relationship into one of the best UFO events of all time was little appreciated by me.

Every time I picked up the book to complete my reading – which is yet to happen. (I’m on page 284) – I winced: not more taped or personal interviews with Reme (now dead), Jose, and late-comer Sabrina. They were awful and not full of declamatory information.

The interviews were a bore. But other UFO events that were provided, but shorn of accuracy [Socorro: see Kevin Randle’s comments here, in a previous posting] allowed for some ufological excitement; not enough to recommend the book or suggest it is an opening of something new and worthwhile.

If I end up finishing the thing and there is a significant resolution or epiphany, I’ll get back to you.

RR

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