Dr. Kevin Keough

Modern Day Slavery

MORE SLAVES NOW THAN ANY TIME IN HUMAN HISTORY

Turn and look away ? Not any more. Denying is a bit like lying. If we are gonna do it, let’s agree to admit it at the very least. Might as well know a bit about what one will deny or not. "Compassion fatigue"................................?

Check out www.freetheslaves.net, watch "Amistad", check out this excerpt:
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Excerpt: ’A Crime So Monstrous: Face-to-Face with Modern-Day Slavery’

by E. Benjamin Skinner

Chapter 1: The Riches of the Poor

For our purposes, let’s say that the center of the moral universe is in Room S-3800 of the UN Secretariat, Manhattan. From here, you are some five hours from being able to negotiate the sale, in broad daylight, of a healthy boy or girl. Your slave will come in any color you like, as Henry Ford said, as long as it’s black. Maximum age: fifteen. He or she can be used for anything. Sex or domestic labor are the most frequent uses, but it’s up to you.

Before you go, let’s be clear on what you are buying. A slave is a human being who is forced to work through fraud or threat of violence for no pay beyond subsistence. Agreed? Good. You may have thought you missed your chance to own a slave. Maybe you imagined that slavery died along with the 360,000 Union soldiers whose blood fertilized the Emancipation Proclamation and the Thirteenth Amendment. Perhaps you assumed that there was meaning behind the dozen international conventions banning the slave trade, or that the deaths of 30 million people in world wars had spread freedom across the globe.

But you’re in luck. By our mere definition, you are living at a time when there are more slaves than at any point in history. If -you’re going to buy one in five hours, however, you’ve really got to stop navel—gazing over things like law and the moral advance of humanity. Get a move on.

First, hail a taxi to JFK International Airport. If you choose the Queensboro Bridge to the Brooklyn—Queens Expressway, the drive should take under an hour. With no baggage, you’ll speed through security in time to make a direct flight to Port au Prince, Haiti. Flying time: three hours.

The final hour is the strangest. After disembarking, you will cross the tarmac to the terminal where drummers in vodou getup and a dancing midget greet you with song. Based on Transportation Security Administration warnings posted in the departure terminal at JFK, you might expect abject chaos at Toussaint L’Ouverture Airport. Instead, you find orderly lines leading to the visa stamp, no bribes asked, a short wait for your bag, then a breeze through customs. Outside the airport, the cabbies and porters will be aggressive, but not threatening. Assuming you speak no Creole, find an English—speaking porter and offer him $20 to translate for the day.

Ask your translator to hail the most common form of transport, a tap-tap, a flatbed pickup retrofitted with benches and a brightly colored canopy. You will have to take a couple of these, but they only cost 10 gourdes (25 cents) each. Usually handpainted with signs in broken English or Creole, tap-taps often include the words my god or jesus. my god -it’s my life reads one; another announces welcome to jesus. Many are ornate, featuring windshields covered in frill, doodads, and homages to such figures as Che Guevara, Ronaldinho, or reggae legend Gregory Isaacs. The -driver’s navigation is based on memory, instinct. There will be no air conditioning. Earplugs are useful, as the sound system, which cost more than the rig itself, will make your chest vibrate with the beats of Haitian pop and American hip-hop. Up to twenty people may accompany you: five square inches on a wooden bench will miraculously accommodate a woman with a posterior the size of a tractor tire. Prepare your spine.

You’ll want to head up Route de Delmas toward the suburb of Pétionville, where many of the -country’s wealthiest thirty families—who control the -nation’s economy—maintain a pied—à-terre. As you drive southeast away from the sea, the smells change from rotting fish to rotting vegetables. Exhaust fumes fill the air. You’ll pass a billboard featuring a smiling girl in pigtails and the words: Give me your hand. Give me tomorrow. Down with Child Servitude. Chances are, like the majority of Haitians, you -can’t read French or Creole. Like them, you ignore the sign.

Heading out of the airport, -you’ll pass two UN peacekeepers, one with a Brazilian patch, the other with an Argentine flag. As you pass the blue helmets, smile, wave, and receive dumbfounded stares in return. The United Nations also has Jordanians and Peruvians here, parked in APVs fifteen minutes northwest, along the edge of the hyperviolent Cité Soleil slum, the poorest and most densely populated six square miles in the poorest and most densely populated country in the hemisphere. The peacekeepers -don’t go in much, neither do the national police. If they do, the gangsters that run the place start shooting. Best to steer clear, although you’d get a cheap price on children there. You might even get offered a child gratis.

You’ll notice the streets of the Haitian capital are, like the tap—taps, overstuffed, banged up, yet colorful. The road surfaces range from bad to terrible, and grind even the toughest SUVs down to the chassis. Parts of Delmas are so steep that the truck may sputter and die under the exertion.

Port au Prince was built to accommodate about 150,000 people, and hasn’t seen too many centrally planned upgrades since 1804. Over the last fifty years, some 2 million people, a quarter of the nation’s population, have arrived from the countryside. They’ve brought their animals. Chickens scratch on side streets, and boys lead prizefighting cocks on string leashes. Monstrously fat black pigs root in sooty, putrid garbage piled eight feet high on street corners or even higher in enormous pits that drop off sidewalks and wind behind houses.

A crowd swells out of a Catholic church broadcasting a fervent mass. Most Haitians are Catholic. Despite the efforts of Catholic priests, most also practice vodou. In the countryside, vodou is often all they practice.

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NOTEWORTHY HAPPENINGS

"The frog does not drink up the pond in which he lives"
--Sioux
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Seems nearly all Native American proverbs are 'spot on' as the Canadians say. Some of them nail the Achilles heel of modern civilization.....it's like watching a 'Greatest of the Greatest hits in football, or seeing a 'poetry in motion' block-strike that ends the matter before it really begins. Now, the little quote above is a 100-200 years old-they could see the future back in the beginning. It's nothing supernatural. It's keen observation of people and the laws of nature.

Red folks have developed a very dark biting sense of humor over the last 500 years or so. If you are a 'venture capitalist', it would be wise to back a group of Indian comedians. They will stand and deliver....as sure as spring follows winter, as sure as the sun will appear yet again, tomorrow.

AMERICAN INDIAN WALK HIGHLIGHTS SACRED PLACES

RENO GAZETTE-JOURNAL
February 19, 2008
Matt Farley


In the 30 years since the first Longest Walk march flooded Capitol Hill with activists fighting for American Indian rights, thousands of places sacred to American Indians continue to be desecrated and developed, an official of the International Indian Treaty Council said Monday.

Jimbo Simmons and other supporters of American Indian sovereignty launched the Longest Walk 2, a re-creation of the 1978 walk, that stopped Monday at an informal powwow at the Carson Colony gymnasium.

"It's more successful (than the original) in terms of outreach to the public," Simmons said. "We're reaching out to as many people as possible.

"If we get 2 million people walking into Washington, D.C., on the same day, that will draw some attention. And at this point, I believe that's possible."

About 40 people have committed to walk the 3,600 miles from San Francisco to Capitol Hill to draw attention to the damage being done to sacred places and the Earth, Simmons said.

A larger party walking through the South is expected to join the group in Washington to stage a re-creation of the original event, organized to protest a slate of legislative bills that supporters believed would undercut American-Indian sovereignty.

That effort, which drew the support of celebrities such as Marlon Brando and Muhammad Ali, was eventually successful, Simmons said.

Since marchers left the Bay Area on Feb. 11, spending nights at public facilities and Indian reservations, their number has grown and diversified, he said.

Brandt Larsen, a California native who drove to Carson City to join the march, said he planned to remain with the group until it reaches Washington on July 11.

"My grandmother was Sioux, but I was never looked at as (American Indian)," he said. "I never asked to be looked at that way, but this is something I really feel like I should do. The whole country is sacred, but nobody treats it that way."

Simmons said he often has trouble articulating American Indians' concerns about the environment to people from other belief systems.

"We don't have to go to a building or a church to pray," he said. "We can pray anywhere. All land is sacred. Sometimes, that's hard to understand."

The group's worship service near Cave Rock at Lake Tahoe was interrupted by a group of boaters who insisted they move away from the water's edge, Simmons said.

"They were saying, 'We deserve to be here because we paid,'" he said. "But, you know, we were there first. We feel like the human family has one commonality, and that's Mother Earth. We were trying to protect that (during the first march), and we still continue to."

The walk took on a festive air when Oakland residents Calvin Magpie, 25, and Estela Sophia Cuevas, 24, announced they would be married Monday night in a ceremony ending with them being wrapped together in buckskins and a single blanket, Magpie said.

"We were planning to do it in July, but we're going to be walking during the whole time we (should be) planning," he said. "This way, it will be something we can always remember and tell our children."

Magpie laughed and shrugged.

"Plus, you know, it's kind of a spiritual thing. Like the two of us walking on this Earth together."

THE long walk

The Long Walk memorializes the campaign led by Col. Kit Carson in 1864 against the nomadic tribes of New Mexico Territory, primarily the Navajo, to force them to Fort Sumner on the Bosque Redondo Reservation in eastern New Mexico.

Carson's troops destroyed Navajo crops, orchards and livestock and marched 8,000-9,000 American Indians on a 300-mile journey that survivors remembered as a death march.

About 200 people died of cold and starvation during the "Long Walk" of the Navajo people.

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A History ’Brief’ on a Few Presidents

I found this op-ed piece to contain an interesting bit of history. Please understand that I am not endorsing whatever message is intended by Greeley. I found the history clips fascinating. If people want to comment on the op-ed piece that's fine by me. Just understand, I'm putting it up because I like history snippets. This one was pretty good.

Will voters learn from experience?

January 16th, 2008
in the Chicago SunTimes' Daily Southtown
By Andrew Greeley

Father Andrew Greeley

Was there ever a more experienced candidate for the presidency than James Madison? He had drafted the Constitution and written most of the Federalist Papers and had served as secretary of state in Thomas Jefferson's cabinet. Yet he was not a successful president. He split the country over the War of 1812 -- New Englanders called it "Mr. Madison's war." He and his wife had to flee Washington to escape the British forces, who then set fire to the White House. His war was the first war that this country ever lost, despite the pretense that Andrew Jackson's victory at New Orleans after the peace treaty had been signed had reversed the defeat.

Consider also general Ulysses S. Grant. He had led the Union armies to victory in the Civil War and was a national hero. What better experience to lead the country through the mess of Reconstruction? Naturally the electorate swarmed to cast its votes for him, forgetting that he defeated the Confederacy less by strategic brilliance than by brute and bloody strength. He was an honest and decent man, but his military style was not suitable for the postwar corruption in Washington. But he had experience.

Then there was Woodrow Wilson, a brilliant scholar, an able and successful university president and governor of New Jersey. After the end of World War I, he became an international folk hero, but he was outmaneuvered at the peace conference by Lloyd George and Clemenceau and then by Henry Cabot Lodge on the issue of the League of Nations. He had all the moves, it seems, to have been a great president but he lacked the flexibility and the instincts to be, however briefly, the leader of the Free World. His failures made the renewal of that war 25 years later almost inevitable.

Let us not leave off this list Herbert Hoover. He rose to national fame as a man who could get things done, who could clear away obstacles and respond promptly and effectively to crisis -- like the threat of starvation in Europe during and after the war. He served as secretary of commerce in two administrations and headed the nation's response to the levee break of the Mississippi River in 1927, the functional equivalent of Hurricane Katrina. He was an able promoter of his own public image as a man equal to any task. Yet he was paralyzed by the Great Depression, in great part because he thought that self-reliance and self-help were the answers to all economic problems.

Then there is the man who was a two-time governor of a major state and whose father was a president. What better experience for a future president? And indeed a future commander in chief? In fact he made a mess in that role -- which he has expanded far beyond its traditional definition. He plunged the country into a long war with false arguments, exploited the national rage at terrorists, did not commit enough troops to the invasion, appointed inept administrators for occupation, and has not been able to devise an effective exit strategy. Moreover he has become the inkblot for hatred of America all over the world.

I'm not arguing against experience. Yet voters must take a close look at the kind of experience that is being pushed and the person who has had the experience.

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Morning Ramblings of a Grumpy Bear

MORNING RAMBLINGS OF A GRUMPY BEAR

A favorite part of my day is between 4-6 am. It's dark, still, quiet, peaceful--a good thing for a grumpy bear. Sometimes, my dog Shadow will take me for a walk. I'm resolving to let her do this far more often. This time of day is good medicine for one prone to feel bad about denying his dog the pure joy and adventure of walks with 'Daddy'. Shadow is about 6-7 years old but doesn't realize her puppy days are past. Too smart for her own good, amazingly fast, close to fearless, she digs life. Well, she likes it more when "Michael', my son is here. He's with us 60 % of the time. You know, divorce means kids ping pong back and forth between Mom's and Dad's.

Outrageous indeed, is the thought that kids ought be able to stay put in one house, leaving it to Mom and Dad to live out of bags, feeling whatever it is kids feel about such arrangements. I know they don't like it. It would be cool to have a video of the reactions of my ex, lawyers, all the family court people, --virtually everyone--when I proposed the 'kids stay in the house' idea. This was evidence enough that allegations that I was "psychotic, delusional, dangerous, violent, paranoid, threatening, intimidating, incapable of care or compassion for his children, a bully who brainwashes his kids, is trying to get his son to commit suicide, has such control of his wife that she writes prescriptions dictated by him for their kids and other people, he is even trying to control the Judge, manipulates the police to do his dirty work", blah, blah, blah......essentially I wielded such power that world events were controlled by my thoughts...........and I was the identified wacko.

If you've been spared the experience of a nasty divorce, it's worth noting that the stuff in quotations can be found in child abuse investigation reports submitted to a Family Court Judge. These judges wield more power than Supreme Court Justices, people in the executive, and legislative branches of government. They have absolute power, smirk if a lawyer if silly enough to call attention to flagrant and reckless violations of established family court proceeding and the 'law'. They are accountable to no one. Anything goes including: "Well, last week some father killed a child, so I'm not taking any chances here. The children are to stay with the mother and Dr. Keough-you are only permitted to see your children under the strictest supervision level within Child Protective Services.

If they want to see you, it will be at the CPS building for 1 hour twice a month in the presence of a CPS worker. At no time are his children to be left alone with him--not for a second". My lawyer: "Your honor, there is absolutely nothing in the record to support this ruling. I must call your attention to previous CPS reports that demonstrates the mother has a history of binge drinking....and driving her children and their friends during 'black-out' drinking episodes, that the children find her to be undependable, unavailable, and.." Family Court judge interrupts: " Save it counselor,...yes, I know next thing coming is to inform me I am violating several statutes.....I don't care....file your complaint against me", etc. etc. A very boring, predictable, unremarkable event as things go in family courts.

Now, all this craziness (that was a tame glimpse of a 2 year ordeal that included 9 months of not seeing my kids till I proved my wife had filed a false complaint) ended 2.5 yers ago. Katie is at college. Michael doesn't came back here till tomorrow. Despite some pretty serious, sustained, and clever efforts to get used to not having my kids around, I'm not sure I've 'gotten over it', 'learned to live with it', 'see the bright side of it". Curiously, Shadow has never gotten used to it either. When the kids are around she has boundless energy and a tail that wags in her sleep. When Michael leaves, I watch her pretty quickly lose energy. She retreats to a place under a table in my bedroom so she can hear everything. Shadow's mood is directly tied to Michael's presence or absence. She knows the difference between him leaving to hang with friends vs. disappearing for a few days. On the days he returns to stay with us, she parks herself next to the front door almost precisely 10 minutes before Michael gets home from school.

So there are no misunderstandings, Shadow is certain I am God. She greets me everytime I come in, puts on her bummed out look each time I leave, and has her daily rhythms tied to mine. We go through the same routine. She shows up around 4-5 am, and herds me to the back door, with head motions and jaws moving instructing me to let her out. When I open the door, she steps back and nods to the food and water bowls, refusing to move till I fill them. Then she jumps on me using me as a pad to launch her out the door. She takes several spins around the yard, and comes back in every few minutes to make sure I am not planning to go anywhere. She loves Michael. Michael, at 17, still calls her the best possible dog in the world. They fight, play, cuddle, he uses her for a pillow.

However, every time he calls her, she gets up and sits directly in front of me like she is some Fu-Dog. She won't go over to him until I tell her to. Michael secretly thinks I have some special power or somehow trained her to do this. This dog can be barking in the back yard along with every other dog in the neighborhood---average 1.5 per house--but she turns on a dime, zips it and heads for the back door when she hears me through closed doors grunt "No bark". People are astonished. I'm bewildered by their astonishment. I carry on conversations with her. She is the daughter and I am 'Daddy' (yes, I need to pretend I have a kid with me and she is happy to oblige--no harm no foul)

We both enjoy torturing Michael---at 3 am I tell her to 'wake up Michael' and off she goes. Michael starts in with "Daaadddd". I tell him to shut the fock up or me and Shadow will both piss on his bed (this is how fathers and sons say "I love you")--he laughs---we leave till 6 am. Michael and I have discovered some of the cool things of having no women around. We can burp, fart, not clean up, (no cussing and old rules like that still apply), etc. We both take immense pleasure in going out on the back porch at night, rather than climb the steps to the bathroom, to water the bushes next to the deck. That is one of our bonding things. Sounds bizarre but it is sacred to us.

I've no idea why/how I got off on that tangent. Probably, helped me to get ungrumpy. DON'T LET THE POST ABOUT WOMEN FOOL YOU INTO THINKING I IDEALIZE WOMEN. Most of my close relationships with women including sisters, mother, ex-wife, etc. have been defined by not insignificant betrayals, attacks, and a particularly virulent type of meanness. I have no time for radical feminists babel. Please don't tell me that fathers are less capable than mothers as parents. I was the primary caretaker for both my children from birth. Mothers aren't more sensitive to their kids needs or better with them when they are sick. Daddy nursed Katie through a 2 month ruptured appendix ordeal---in and out of 3 different hospitalizations. Daddy prepared Katie for the vaginal examination at the ER, fumbling for words as she helped me. When she said 'hynum', I said "hymen". When she said " is that what people at school mean by getting your cherry popped" (my 15 year old daughter talking here....), I said--"Well, um, yeah, that's one way of putting it...yeah that's how kids describe it but let me come up with different words and get back to you". Daddy told the ER docs and every other damn physician it wasn't an 'ectopic pregnancy'----it was her damn appendix. Naturally, they treated me to meaningful looks when I informed them she wasn't sexually active. They wasted nearly 48 hours, her appendix ruptured, we went through 3 or 4 surgeries, she had part of her bowel cut out, truly almost lost her.....because how could a father know anything remotely useful. Daddy made sure they didn't flub the pain medicine after keeping my mouth shut against better judgment after round one. This was my baby girl and I was assuming command whether they liked it or not. They liked it because I saved their assess from losing my daughter and after seeing the father in the hospital room 24/7 vs. 'Mommy', they started to get the possibility that it was remotely possible than a father knew more about what needed to happen with his daughter than all of them combined.

Daddy sat up EVERY night all night with the pain and vomiting episodes that would last for 6 hours. When we were discharged, we went to my mother's house, and I put my head on a pillow next to her bed. EVERY night for 6 hours I 'fathered' her through hell. Daddy decided when to tell the specialists we were coming back to the hospital because they obviously had missed something. I was respectful but firm with the hospital staff----if you go into a damn hospital without knowing you need to know more than the medical folks-----God help you. I found some inoffensive way of telling them how she needed to be prepped for surgery, how to manage the nausea and pain and no sleep, and so on. I wasn't going to watch my daughter suffer unnecessarily just because insurance companies left too few nurses to care for too many patients. When Mommy did stop in, she would try to 'shush' me around the doctors and nurses. Even Katie told her to 'shush herself'. During rounds there would be 6-7 surgical residents in tow. The surgeon had the bedside manner of a bull.....bumping her bed all around throwing my daughter into spasms of pain....his way of waking her up. I blocked his path to her bed after his first mistake, and with my eyes told him I would wake her up, have things go smoothly, and not embarrass him in front of his residents if he kept his mouth shut. When the residents came alone, they instinctively knew to follow my lead, and we agreed to pretend they were telling me something I didn't know as I briefed them.

Why do I sound so angry about the whole thing ? Because I almost lost my daughter ! I was operating in a system that had nothing but contempt for fathers, seemed unaware that my job was to protect her, tried to dismiss me every way they could until they got it. Forget about a mother's protectiveness---fathers forgo the 'nice-nice' that could get someone killed or at a minimum result in needless terrible suffering. Enough of the media portrayals of men as idiots and fathers as dunces. Enough of mothers who don't protect their daughters from the hyper-sexualization of our culture and it's effects on our daughters. Enough of fathers that whine about their families not taking them seriously-----Chris Rock---if that is going down at your house--that is on you. Enough of women and mothers who have surrendered to the radical feminist agenda. We don't even realize how bizarre it is that the government has decided that every type of birth control can be given to 4th graders and up because any parent who'd disagree must be Pat Robertson. Enough with people not alarmed by the fact that 54 % of our 12-13 year olds engage in oral sex thinking it doesn't pose any health problems. Enough of the liberal lunatics who have taken the Scarlett letter and pinned it on any child who hasn't put out by the age of 14. Enough of the 'Deciders' deciding that moral, ethical, and religious principles have absolutely no connection to sexual behavior. Enough yapping about how much we love our children when are actions prove the opposite.

This father, this man has had enough. And there are plenty more like me and far worse. There is something stirring. Men are waking up. We aren't playing the 'be more like women if you want to be considered decent human beings". We have no interest in the expert babel of castrated social scientists--95 % self-identified liberals. We are not asking anyone's permission. We aren't suggesting or recommending that things change. We aren't interested in 'debating' lunacy in the public square with brain dead arrogant sheltered liberal elites. And we've no time for Pat Robertson or Dr. James Dodson either. Men and fathers are gonna return to center and hold the line. We won't be bullies, we won't be disrespectful, we don't want trouble. We don't care whether extremists on the left or right get hysterical. It's time for fathers to be fathers and men to be men. It's time for men to teach their sons how to be men. It's time for emasculated males to enter de-programming clinics.

Yes, I will tone it down. But, let the word go forth and let there be no mistake: CHANGE WE MUST to honor our ancestors, fulfill our sacred responsibilities to our children, be true to ourselves. So, changes are coming.

A simple prayer passed along by this grumpy Bear--oh---fathers can be as tender and gentle as mothers.

PRAYERSONG -Jon Anderson

Thou art mother, thou art father,
thou art friend and companion
Thou art knowledge and wealth,
thou art all in all

Lead us from the unreal to the real
Lead us form ignorance to light
lead us from death to immortality
Manifest through and through

Protect us with your sweet benign presence
We offer this meditation,
body, mind
and spirit
Past, present and future to be
for thou art all in all

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UFO Research: An Interview With Dr. C. Scott Littleton

Dr. Kevin Keough, clinical psychologist and host of Warrior Traditions and North Star Guardians, interviews Dr. C. Scott Littleton.

Topic: Dr. Littleton's study and research into and first hand experiences with UFO's

During the early-mid 20th century, people around the world developed a fascination with what came to be called "UFO's or unidentified flying objects.  Many movies, tv shows, books, articles, conspircy theories, and genuine attempts by reputable scientists have attempted to make sense of this phenomenon.  Carl Jung, the famous Swiss psychiatrist eventually concluded UFO's were merely projections of the human mind representing an attempt to experience personalwholeness. Unknown to many,Jung developed a deep interest in astrology, using astrology in his clinical work..ultimately laying the foundation for RichardTarnus--author of Passion of the Western Mind to create a solid intellectual foundation for the scientific study of astrology in his recent book "Cosmos and Psyche".  Often times, things considered goofy and hokey in one generation become acepted in the next.

Dr. C. Scott Littleton

Listen to and download the free audio interview.  Length- 1 hour, 59 minutes, 36 seconds

A native Californian, C. Scott Littleton received his B.A., M.A.,and Ph.D from UCLA, and has taught anthropology at Occidental College in Los Angeles for many years. He was elected to Phi Beta Kappa at UCLA in1957. In 1991 he received The Graham L. Sterling Memorial Award, given annually to a distinguished member of the Occidental College faculty. He's also received grants from the John Randolph and Dora HaynesFoundation (1963), the American Council of Learned Societies (1972, 1978), the Wenner-Gren Foundation for Anthropological Research (1983), and The American Philosophical Society (1983). In 1960-61, he was a Haynes Foundation-Town Hall Fellow.

He is considered an expert in comparative mythology and folklore, as well as in traditional Japanese culture, having lived and taught in Tokyo on several occasions. Littleton is the author of 8-9 scholarly books, including The New Comparative Mythology (3rd Edition, University of California Press, 1982), From Scythia to Camelot: A Radical Reinterpretation of the Legends of King Arthur, the Knights of the Round Table,and the Holy Grail (paperback edition, Garland Publishing Inc., 2000), and Understanding Shinto (Oxford University Press, forthcoming), and numerous articles in professional journals.

He has also researched the mythological dimensions of the UFO phenomenon, and his article "Divine Rebels, Alien Dissidents: Does the Mythology Surrounding Lucifer, Prometheus, and the Ancient Mesoamerican Deity Quétzalcoatl Reflect a Pro-Human Faction in the 'Alien Raj'?" has appeared in UFO Magazine. He has authored one science fiction novel. His latest book, 2500 Strand: Growing Up In Hermosa Beach, California, during World War II is scheduled for release within the next few weeks.  Visit  Dr. Littleton's website.

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