Parked up in my motor, out in the countryside, asking:Why do humans need to believe they are the point of everything?

Spinning off my Chains of the Sea reflection.

Think about it —

Religions say:You are created.You are watched.You matter cosmically.

Modern secular culture says:You are progressing.History is going somewhere.Humanity is evolving toward something better.

Even science fiction often keeps us central.

Aliens come here.They want us.We’re the key species.We’re special.

It’s the same structure wearing different clothes.

Humans at the centre.

This is why Chains of the Sea hits so hard.

It suggests — quietly, almost casually — that humans might not be central at all.

Not hated.Not judged.

Just… not the point.

This can lead to existential dread.BUT equally it can also lead to a sense of feeling lighter…

I’ve finished Chains of the Sea.

And I can see why certain people quietly point toward it without ever explaining why.

It’s an obscure book. Or was.Until Lou Elizondo started referencing it.He’s former CIA.A big part of the UFO Disclosure movement.So it can be considered signal.

And once you read Chains of the Sea,you realise — this isn’t entertainment science fiction.It’s destabilising. But in a strange way… stabilising too.

Not fatalistic.

And the surprising thing is it came out in the early 1970s.Yet it could have been written today.

A second transmission on this one:

Shorter, darker.Because there’s a version that doesn’t get aired.

There’s a moment in that video message from Jacques Vallée — the one recorded for the James Fox conference — that may matter more than people realise.

He describes the UFO phenomenon as:

“an extraterrestrial phenomenon empowered by advanced artificial intelligence.”

Not powered.Empowered.

With disclosure, it’s not stalled because of fear of invasion.But of what it will do to human identity.

It’s about layers.Multiple intelligences.Different orders of reality.

Humans not being central.Not special.Not consulted.Not protected.

Contact happens around humans.Not for them.

Former counter-intelligence officer Lou Elizondokeeps referencing the book:Chains of the Sea.An early seventies science fiction book.Why?He wants humans to think about:

* Humans probably aren’t top of the food chain.

* Individuals may not matter much.

* There may be no overarching concern for us at all.

That’s existential threat…

Recorded earlier today, parked up in the central car park at Brandon, Suffolk.Engine off. Windows down. Ambient sound drifting through.

This transmission grew out of something small — a single line spoken by Jacques Vallée in a short video message recorded for a conference organised by filmmaker James Fox.

But it’s the kind of line that lingers.

Vallée describes the UFO phenomenon as:

“an extraterrestrial phenomenon empowered by advanced artificial intelligence.”

That phrasing is unusual for Vallée.And if you’ve followed his work over the decades, you’ll know why.

This isn’t the language of casual speculation. It feels deliberate. Compressed. Carefully chosen.

In this episode I explore why that single sentence may be hinting at something much larger — and why certain sectors of intelligence and defence science may already have a working model of what’s going on, even if they’ll never say it outright.

I also bring in Luis Elizondo — who often presents as a regular, grounded guy, but very much isn’t — and his repeated references to the 1973 science-fiction novel Chains of the Sea.

That book isn’t name-checked by accident. It’s not idle talk. It’s a signal.

Together, these threads seem to be circling something that can’t be stated directly:ideas adjacent to the Simulation Hypothesis, questions about non-human intelligence, and the unsettling possibility that humans may not be central — or even particularly important — in the wider structure of reality.

I also touch on why real disclosure, if it ever happened, wouldn’t simply shock people…it would destabilise them.

Not because of aliens.But because of what it would do to identity, meaning, and the idea that someone — or something — is watching over us.

This isn’t a conclusion.It’s an observation from the edge of the map.

Nothing here is guaranteed.Nothing is written in stone.

Remember the dinosaurs.

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🎧 Listen to the audio above🚗 Recorded on location, Brandon, Suffolk🕳️ Temporal Zone Transmission series

At the beginning of this transmission I discuss the Magnatron, a new working from the HyperSpace Lab:”Idea is it spins the probability chains to collapse the one that brings revenue increase.” [Wanna know more, get in touch].Burn the poverty attractor. Activate the Magnatron.

From there the signal static dissolves.

Croxton. Countryside. Dark.Coffee. Subway. Service station. Meeting with Mr MorningStar.Miltech team onto me, he says, due to the UFOs.”Get ‘em off my back?””No can do, old chap,” says MorningStar.But he can run the Blackout Protocol.

The Revolution will not be televised.It will be encrypted.

As the fog around me deepens,I get into the biggest hack you can do:Belief.

Adopt a belief. Use it. Drop it.Change yourself. Change reality.

A transmission immersed in deep winter fog.Amid the strange landscape of MilTechAnd the wild, liminal outlands.

Recorded inside the Temporal Zone.

This transmission begins with a warning from a friend in Poland:“Word to the wise — get some Dr Lugol’s.”Iodine. Nuclear anxiety. Rumours of escalation.

From there, the signal drifts.

Groundhogs, 1972 — Thank Christ for the Bomb.Tony McPhee singing about stalemate, deterrence, and the strange logic of survival after Hiroshima and Nagasaki.

Thoughts on whether global conflict really erupts, or whether it remains a long, grinding psychological war — skirmishes, infrastructure hits, pressure without release.

Then a slip.

Cash in hand — £500, bought online in 2025 — suddenly feels like 1972, when pound notes still existed. A hired car. The Suffolk coast. Dunwich.

Fish and chips in the café. Formica tables. Tomato sauce or brown.Sorted.

Dunwich hasn’t really changed.The village is still small. The café still feels the same.And the ghosts are still there — the medieval town beneath the sea, the old church bells said to ring on dark, moonless nights.

A transmission caught somewhere between nuclear anxiety, cultural memory, and a quiet nosh by the coast.

Recorded inside the Temporal Zone.