With Hosts Thom White and SMiles Lewis
SMiles Lewis on THE WEIRD tv SHOW with Russ Dowden
Tune in to THE WEIRD SHOW‘s Live VodCast via the San Marcus based SMTX NetTV station at www.SMTX.tv this Wednesday night from 9-10pm Central Standard Time. Host Russ Dowden‘s guest is SMiles Lewis. Stephen Miles Lewis (“Gonzo Alt-Media Proprietor”) is the manager of the Elfis–Anomaly Network , PsiOp-Radio co-host, and Founder and President of the non-profit community lending library The Anomaly Archives. He’s also served as past leader of a local Austin UFO Experiencer Support Group and the Austin Mufon chapter.
Check out the links below to read a past interview of SMiles Lewis in the pages of Weird Magazine and to watch past archives of The Weird Show with Russ and guests like Cheech and Chong, Stanton Friedman, Barry Cooper, and many more (including in-studio musical guests):
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At the climax of this morning’s dreaming, I am walking through a street scene which seems equally urban and rural. Someone is walking next to me and we are both vocalizing a surreal / ethereal “music” which sounds like a combination of Elizabeth Frazer’s (of the Cocteau Twins) voice and Brian Eno’s ambient synth sounds.
As I “sing” this amazing sound all I am doing is opening my mouth wide and this awesome sound just pours forth. I am slowly walking with my arms outstretched, raising them gently towards the sky. The energy and emotionality of the sound emanating from within is unimaginably powerful and I think I might weep.
Then I awake…
PsiOp Radio 135 – guest Ethan Persoff
The Weekly LIVE PsiOp-Radio Show Is Now On Extended-Semi-Hiatus. This will be the last live Sunday show for some time.
However, in the coming weeks Mack and SMiles will unveil a new monthly Interview Podcast.
FLASHBACK: In early 2001 I was actively promoting the then upcoming 38th Annual National UFO Conference that I was Hosting and Organizing for a 3 day / 3 night ParaUfological Extravaganza here in Austin at the Original Alamo Drafthouse cinema. It was “The Best UFO Conference nEver!” … it was canceled due to the terrible events of September 11th.
The following article appeared in the 12th issue of Austin Daze – a very Austin publication that has thrived ever since. I don’t recall the author’s name, the article credits him only as “D”… but we met in his East Austin abode and discussed all manner of strange subject matter. His excellent stream of consciousness, gonzo-style approach to his writing was mirrored in the funkiness and fun of our actual meeting. I wonder what he’s been up to since …
So now, presented here for archival purposes, is the text, cover and a PDF of the Austin Daze issue featuring pre-NUFOC event coverage.
– SMiles Lewis
It was late and I was anxious to get home. The day had been rough, and I was looking forward to a hot dinner, a cold brew, a lukewarm shower… and maybe, if I played my cards right, a clandestine midnight romp, a hairdresser with blue eyes and sturdy hips and a taste for decadence. I goose the truck along and curse the length of the road and bop to ‘jamming oldies’, whatever that is.
The Toyota stalls out and rolls to a stop smack dab in the middle of a railroad crossing. Wonderful. Dinner and suds and cleanliness are suddenly a long shot, and the odds on snatch are totally off the board at this point. Then the lightshow commences and the bells start clanging and big pieces of wood with orange stripes begin to descend towards my ride.
Just fucking great. I throw the truck into neutral, leap out and start heaving… touch and go for a moment, but I manage to get the bitch off the tracks and rolled back into a ditch before the hammers fall. I spit. I search my vocabulary for the proper adjectives to describe the situation. The wind begins raging around me. Beautiful… a goddamn storm to boot. I turn around and the big lights wash over me and then I don’t remember.
I am lying naked on a table. There are wires hooked up to my head and face and hands. I am bleeding from an incision in my stomach. There is something cold and hard up my butt. A deep hum resonates from the room, and long sickly fingers hover over my body. I weigh a million pounds, immobile. There are voices, but they are gravelly and whiny and weird, and I don’t understand them. A horrific face appears above me and I pass out again.
An alien abduction? Exhaustion coupled with drugs? Self-hypnosis? Manifestation of the collective mythos? Hallucination directed by an out-ward power? Who the fuck knows, eh? It’s fairly certain that something happened, and there are a lot of explanations floating around out there.
Weird paranormal shit descends onto the global population in regular fashion. It is well documented and well studied and we still don’t really know jack. With that said, let me introduce…
The 38th Annual National UFO Conference. That’s right, boys and girls. September 14-16 at the Alamo Drafthouse, and Austin Daze has man-aged to gain full press coverage of said event.
And this reporter has managed to gain a pre-event interview with King Bullgoose Loony in Charge of Everything, Austin’s own Miles Lewis.
It was a strange night and Miles is a weird guy. I had my consciousness bent on not a few moments, and I was left to ponder a bunch of shit during the wee hours. We set up in my studio, and I had tape running, but it didn’t really matter. I was expecting arcane reports and outlandish testimonials, but the gig went side-ways on me almost immediately.
I felt like an idiot for most of the conversation. Miles would ask me if I was familiar with the writings of soandso or the research of soandso or the study by soandso or the findings of thisorthat commission or the data compiled concerning thisorthat event. I just nodded and reached for beer. Jesus. Interviewing the President was a cakewalk compared to this shit. Dubya is dumb and mean and easily handled by a cagey reporter who can hold some beer. Miles is off-the-board smart and well-informed to boot. And he had disturbing tales to tell.
My main impression is this: UFO is a misnomer to the highest degree. The serious work being done in the field has little or nothing to do with small green men in flying saucers. There is still that contingent, and it gets a lot of sensational press, but the true intelligentsia are off into way heavier stuff.
The government conspiracy theories are a given. Of course the Feds know more than they let on. Of course they lie to you. Of course they experiment on citizens and cover-up knowledge. We’ll get an earful of that at the conference.. CIA dudes and NSC dudes and various other G-men will be in attendance.
It is the other coca that is fascinating, however. The mystery of ELF (Extra Low Frequency) Waves, invisible, capable of causing change in machines and weather and the human brain–the Saint’ theories, the Earth as a collective organism, spouting out communiques and warnings via individual experience–the role of media and science and government and academia in exerting and control-ling the direction of global consciousness–There are a lot of posers out there, boys and girls, and the people looking into it are most often shunned, shunted, jeered and generally held down by The Man. Nothing happens in a vacuum, as they say, and there is a reason for everything. The NUFOC gang is chasing those reasons for no money and a lot of shitrain. It’s worth a fucking listen.
The conference features heavyweights like Robert Anton Wilson (best-selling author of the ‘Illuminati’ stuff and paranormal researcher), Jenny Randles (Britain’s leading ufologist), Loren Coleman (world-renowned cryptozoologist), Kenn Thomas (para-political investigator), and many more. Hell, I’m gonna show just to find out what terms like ‘cryptozoology’ and ‘para-political’ actually mean. I’m also gonna drink beer and eat pizza and hit on weird chicks, but I figure I can fit it all in.
But wait, there’s more. Alien cuisine (your guess is as good as mine), psychotronic music (the Galactic Diva Pamela Stonebrooke, Experimental Aircraft, 5ciBorg Sam and the Automatons, and PONG! ((hint: this is the band formerly known as Ed Hall)) ((yaya))), and a collection of funky films, some serious, some tongue in cheek, but the name Wilhelm Reich ought to jump out at you. From 1971, no less. The gig is gonna rock.
But here’s the biggie, at least for me. There’s gonna be a chick there who hod sex with a reptilian alien… and totally dug it. My mind immediately went into high gear when I heard that one. I’ve gottago for it. Being alone and naked in bed with a woman who has done a lizard from some other part of the universe is an experience I want to have. Definitely come out to the conference, but back off on the reptile chick.
I’m calling dibs now… D
PS Miles is throwing this shindig out of his own pocket, floating checks, hammering credit cards, etc. He’s flying in these high profile cats from around the globe, hiring bands, renting films, taking over the Alamo, fronting hotel rooms and food, etc. It’s a twisted Austin flavor artistic endeavor, and it needs your support. A full day or two or even the whole weekend will be worth the bucks… new theories to make you look smart in front of your friends and family, off-the-wall film, other-worldly food and bent experimental music. Decent. But I’m serious about the lizard lady.
Hands off… D
The League of Western Fortean Intermediatists
In late 2001, in the wake of September 11th, a new publication was born out of fear for our Republic and a need to communicate the weirdness of post-911 life to our Central Texas friends, family and neighbors.
From early 2002 to mid 2003 I was editor of the Austin Para Times news-zine. We covered a variety of paranormal and parapolitical issues and topics.
I left the magazine to finally start my non-profit community lending library, the Anomaly Archives.
In issue #3, I wrote an article as my alter-ego Jackson Valient (with co-writer Yogina Bare … another pseudononymous author and fellow fringe explorer) that serves as an introduction to all things anomalous here in Central Texas.
I offer it here for archival purposes and as part of my personal introduction to our new audience within the LOWFI network.