James Gilliland wants your money! What else is new?

You can go to this webpage and donate. Or just ignore him like most people. Or you can read this spine-tingling pitch! 

“Contact Has Begun Part 2 will be a continuation of the very popular documentary “Contact Has Begun”. This film will this time be produced by Peter Maxwell Slattery with James Gilliland, with the aim to reach as many people world wide. Any contributions will be greatly appreciated and will go towards the making of this film.“

Yeah -sure-sure. “Contact has Begun” has a lot of  details of – well stuff! Like global climate change is a bunch of crap and Europe is going to have the same climate as Siberia! Or how California is going to have earthquakes. With about 3000 views on YouTube, popular? Well – not so much.

https://youtu.be/OOy2aaf9EBM

James has come back from the dead again (he did get conked on the head during his surfer days.) Since then he’s given up his real-estate business in favor of becoming a UFO Cult guru. I call him the “thin-skinned guru” after a number of amusing interactions, including a threat from his “legal staff” which we of course ignored. 

 He dabbled into the bottled water business (not that he made any money with a company selling $20 bottles of tap water.) He lectures all over the place  about his space-brother buddies. Mostly he runs camp-outs at his “Sativa Sanctuary” (ie) dope ranch. There, people pay a nominal fee to freeze their asses off and watch satellites in the dark skies in the vicinity of Mount  Adams Oregon. For a bonus he informs people that the lights at a nearby camping area are really landed galactic cruisers. Not that you can go see the galactic cruisers! They cunningly turn into pickups with light-kits if you venture too close! 

But these non-physical beings coming from other dimensions are really-really-real says James. Just like the orbs that he’s managed to photograph at his dusty dope ranch. Or the mist-monsters he images when it’s cold outside. Or when he’s imbibing on the sativa. 

James says that the beings can take you out of bed and do stuff to you. James sees aliens everywhere! Even in the bathtub!  He’s got hours and hours of lights over his ranch. They can’t be military or other aircraft, despite the fact that there are at least two military training areas and a Navy bombing range nearby. James also uses Heavens-Above which is certainly a a good satellite tracking application. (Of course the data for the app are provided by NORAD,) Who the heck would trust the gooberment?

James has been having conversations with space buddies since he was a child. How can you argue with that (or ask for evidence.) He claims that there’s a sekrit base of aliens inside of Mount Adams, not that he’s actually gone there to look for it or anything! Dude! It’s only a few miles away! Aren’t you the least bit curious?

James claims that a lot of high level people, air traffic controllers, NASA Scientists, military people, Skunk Works engineers and others all corroborate his story that his dope ranch is a hotbed for inter-dimensional galactic cruisers. James doesn’t name any of these people so it’s not possible to find out if any of them could corroborate Jame’s stories are real. But James SAYS it’s all true and you have to believe him! Or you suck!

James says he’s not interested in being famous or being a guru. Despite this he’s wanting to raise money for yet another feature length film about  – himself! Needless to say that anyone who is skeptical of Jame’s motive suffers from “cognitive dissonance.” James informs us that people with cognitive dissonance can’t accept any reality outside of their own, no matter how much proof James provides!  Funny that James hasn’t really provided any evidence, let alone proof! And funny still that this is NOT the definition of cognitive dissonance in any case. 

But none of those things matter! Galactic cruisers have been flying over James’s dope ranch, piloted by Space Brothers who are related to Native Americans and are waiting for James (who’s NOT a Native American) to usher in a new age of peace and enlightenment for all people. As soon as he can get up the ten thousand bucks for yet another film of blurry satellites, I mean. Galactic cruisers! !