If you stumbled into this conspiracy theorist's blog unintentionally, if you happen to be someone who thinks that our distributed white or almost white civilizations are the highest peak of human progress we're currently able to conceive of, I would ask you when we voted to let certain private banks control the issuing of currency. It is my duty to inform you that, no, currency creation is not in fact in the hands of government in most countries. I feel you should know that privately-owned businesses have acquired, through a process we're never told about, the right to say that there is now x amount of money, where there was nothing, which they then loan to non-cabal banks and governments, with a percentage of interest. When, in our supposedly free society that we're told we love and respect so much, does the assignment or removal of this most crucial economic ability ever appear on the ballot?
Politicians and all manner of economic experts feign ignorance, when that ignorance is not real, at the ungraspably many layers of obfuscations that no one but their own kind have covered this systemic monstrosity with. Their presented solution is always to centralize power, and their promise is always to rid the world of anything bad ever happening again. Taking the long view of our economic history, it becomes clear that our economies are controlled, and monopolies increased, by the peristaltic or rhythmic expansion and contraction of available debt, as issued by the world's central banks. Centralisation of control only serves to simplify this action. You should not take my word for this, but neither should you swallow whole anything coming from An Expert™, especially when they resort to personal attacks towards anyone who challenges their conjecture.
I believe I've logged sufficient hours trying to front-run the planned actions of the scum of this world. To do this, you need to access your own inner darkness in order to project, and putting myself in their shoes has covered my feet in something I don't want it covered in. Attempting to do this is a symptom of fear, something I would like to think no longer has the grip on me it once did. Just because excessive fear is bad, that does not mean any percentage of fear is bad, contrary to what our mainstream media's polar left-right thought system would like us to believe. Being able to access fear is healthy, as well is it necessary to not only be aware of, but able to exploit the darkness in all of us, to a small extent, to recognise when a cloud of it is waiting for us.
I don't really care any more what control-obsessed, ultra rich, inbred crime families have planned for us. Life is the only media I know of that is interactive enough to consistently surprise you when you think you have figured out what happens next. Suffice it to say that these parasites feel so unable to cope with the lessons life inevitably teaches all of us, that they are still trying to attain enough power through money to prevent it. We are able to understand this now, because even since before the royal heads started to roll down the hills, most of us have wanted to be just like them.
They are a function of evolution, to blatantly demonstrate to us that part of ourselves we must be willing to admit we have, before we can avoid it controlling us. To answer the question I posed, on when we vote on who gets to produce money: We cast our ballots every time we pass a currency note of their issue in exchange for something else. The only ability they have demonstrated over us is to make us think we have none of our own. Like I said: It's not in the hands of government.
If there is anything I would say we should be to face our future, however boring or active it may be, it would be able. Able of body, mind and spirit. Most importantly, able in that elusive extra dimension that enables us to realise that the aforementioned three are actually all part of the same thing. There is no one less able to meet their own challenges of life, since we all got the same amount of character points when we started, they were just spread out all in unique ratios for diversification. Life, of which we are both part and observers, speaks to us from the inside and out, and we need to be able to recognise what it is trying to teach us, what we are trying to teach ourselves, and respond to the best of our abilities.
In the previous incarnation of this blog, before it had a kind of theme, and the corruption of this world was only an occasional guest star, I wrote that finding one's Mojo meant being ready to deal with anything, even if you are not prepared for it.
The time of the fiction is
completing for now. We grew tired
travelling the path of our culture, and for
a time were enticed to dream of triangles.
The moment of the trilogy, the beginning,
middle and end is passing, for a time. Say
goodbye to the happily ever after, the
fantasy of perfection, at best a
momentary rule of rigid wish,
allowed by a temporary
the journey is
being sought again,
to continue with the road
that changes but does not end.
For a long time we'll revel in the parts
we had missed, how highwaymen said we
could trust them as we rested, and then stole
the burden we didn't know was making us tired.
We will smile as they go, those ones who try to
fight others, and may be qualified to do so if
they ever finish struggling with themselves.
It's important to regularly check to see if we're standing on certain ground, because if you're really exploring you're probably not where most people usually walk. The next step might be off a cliff, especially considering that the creatures that tried to fence you in also had confusing road signs put up, and yes, the bullshit vendors do deliveries too.
The perhaps unwitting father of modern bullshitting tactics, Saul Alinsky, said that “One acts decisively only in the conviction that all the angels are on one side and all the devils on the other.” If we want our world back, we need to ignore that rule. It doesn't seem to ever be as simple as demons and angels, or heroes and villians, but the kind of people who would take everything for themselves and only think about others enough to avoid getting caught in the act, have had the luxury of never having to think or feel that far.
For a long time we've increasingly given over our thoughts and our lives to whoever had the ability to shout into our souls the loudest. From somewhere we got the image of a spotless and perfect hero, and it's driven us to be terrified of failure. So we've avoided confrontation with what we felt was wrong, because it was convenient and everyone was doing it. We've had twisted and ruined versions of our own ideas and our own lives sold back to us, which we gave up in good faith to the wrong people when it wasn't simply taken away, and we've been weakened to the point where the darkness could take us over if we decided we wanted to be part of it.
There might always be a chunk of the population who need to be told what to do because somehow they've become convinced that they're not qualified to lead the life they've been gifted, and they may continue to be led against their own best interests. But an inkling of a whisper from the hairs standing up on the back of my neck suggest that once you reclaim your own life, not much can stand in your way.
Heed these words if they ring true for you, or better yet, just add them to the ol' brain list, because there's a non-zero chance that I may be off my bloody rocker. I am unable to provide an objective reckoning about which side of my sanity coin has landed face up, because the magnet that used to hold my reverse side to the fridge we call our so-called modern society has become a slightly disoriented Koala and is subsequently far more attracted to tree branches.
Even if the aforementioned coin has landed with its "good" side up, whether that side is actually the side most "well adjusted" to our world is up for a fractal debate. In the most optimal of cases, my research is spotted with guesstimates to make up for a lack of time, and my reasoning stained with gut feelings in case of an even split in cognitive dissonance.
It would seem, from the point of view of someone who has been accused of wearing tin foil hats, that now is a kind of prime time, top of the show opportunity for another false flag. This episode, the role of Osama will be played by no one, and those lovable characters invented to strike utter fear into the hearts of Christians everywhere have to, for real, be pissed off about that. I have been quite taken aback by the apparent approval some Internetians have shown to a theoretical future invasion of Pakistan, owing to the fact that, in the least, it's accepted that they have nuclear weapons. I checked, they weren't kidding that invading another country seemed reasonable. Then again, that's more than it's taken in the past, and maybe this time we'll be spared the wrath of Rumsfeld the reptile's vector art department.
No, this time much of the painting might indeed be left to the theatre of the mind, guided by a heavy helping of that crowd favourite, fear, laced with all manner of preservatives, artificial sweeteners, compounds more toxic than lead, and other things they'd otherwise need a hazardous materials permit and a man dressed like Darth Vader to dispose of properly.
Since I started paying attention in 2009, I've been constantly surprised and re-surprised at how much closer the global economy, resting in large part on that of the U.S. and the Eurozone, can come to collapsing, and at how many more holes can be blown by reality in the "debt as viable economy" lie before people take a step back and go, "hang on...". This week, courtesy once again of the excellent disobfuscated financial commentary at Zero Hedge, we have plunged industrial production and auto assembly numbers and the absurdity of the housing bubble up by another order of magnitude. Remember when politicians and all other manner of con-men and -women used to bother at least talking about a recovery, and the possibility of double dip was something only discussed by the "weirdos"?
With the royal parasite wedding now over, with it's impossibly long hype-up and assumed blatant flaunting of what was once your money, "they" need the next best ill-advised scheme to rekindle their once tight grip of illusory control on the general population. Options are rather limited when you are filled with hate and fear, so my bet would be on all-out war. The way I see it though, the chances of a false flag happening as described here are significantly decreased because of me writing this. Interestingly, I first saw a billboard in early May that said clearly "21 May - Judgement Day", and now there's a dessicated old chap with the job title of "Doomsday Leader" saying that'll be the actual end of the world. Whatever it ends up being, you can be sure that it will be someone trying to make or maintain a profit.
I've actually looked into it and it doesn't seem that anyone really knows what the term "Jew" is supposed to mean, maybe you do. It doesn't really denote a religious affiliation, an ethnicity or apparently a common goal. The only thing really attached to it is a kind of Katamari Damacy-like history of picking up people who apparently like calling themselves names. That's fine, it's your term, you have fun with it.
As I'm sure you've noticed, there is quite a bit of disapproval against "the Jews", even more than usual. This is just an awakening populace trying to find out who stole everything, including that nailed down and the nails, while they were sleeping. You know, cleaned out and collapsing monetary system and expanding world war, and all that. I'm sure you'll excuse the case of mistaken identity having been applied by the groggy general population, which is understandable since a lot of the thieving bastards responsible have taken to calling themselves "Jews" and your country is apparently run by a bunch of murdering fuckheads, though that last part is hardly unique as far as countries these days go.
So be vigilant for an infestation that has been going around. Labels, as we've established, are inadequate to identify the problem that is plaguing our Earth neighbourhood, so it's better to identify them by their actions, which in broad strokes are these: Starting wars and then blaming someone else, selling the weapons of war, loaning the money to buy the weapons, printing the money to loan to buy the weapons, and loaning the printed money to the government to loan to buy the weapons (???).
If you see anyone behaving in this fashion, don't give them any attention because that's really all they're after.
The modern state of israel was excreted strategically in the middle east to generate animosity in the surrounding region, because without perpetual war, there is a certain kind of bastard that does not have the skills required to feed itself. Yes, yes, holocaust, I know. Heil Hitler, and all that. Very sad, says the unending stream of burnt offering documentaries. But let us place hi-story aside for a moment and concentrate on a manifestation that actually, you know, exists. Something we can affect.
What's left of palestine is well understood in some circles as the world's largest open air prison camp, while some so-called arab states have been complacent in maintaining the opposing wall if it meant the war economy stayed perked up. War apologists, citizen propagandists and all manner of bullshit mercenaries work from a manual that only seems to have a handful of strategies in it, and I suppose it's a good thing that our tolerance for reruns and remakes is what it is, because a certain amount of concentration is required to distinguish the first light of freedom from between the many tangled strands of lies. Not all israelis support the actions of their whore state, as not all palestinians support the actions of their puppet government. The line of truth lies ultimately in that any israeli who disagrees can leave when they want, while the palestinians are not allowed to escape the murder lab.
Whether a person identifies as jew, arab, asian, black, white, or any other flavour we can think of, though, the distinction is largely an academic one and not pertinent to the situation, when an undeniable minority of all seem to need war to survive, and their intolerance and hate makes them indistinguishable. Essentially the defence from both sides always comes down to "they started it," and perhaps it's better that I cannot make them see the irony of their words, because without the hard lesson waiting for people who insist on indulging their darkest impulses, they might forget what they learned again tomorrow.
The unending war of the middle east is what I would be intensely ashamed of if I ever had to tell aliens about the planet I come from, and I would not be surprised at that "holy crap" look from from them, nor if they subsequently asked me, in polite terms, to please not defecate on the floors of their vessel.
I should probably disclaim that whatever I write are my beliefs and deductions only. I don't expect anyone else to conform to them, and just because I criticise members of any group, that doesn't mean I'd like the global death dance to be continued against them just because some of them are not currently capable of compassion. I would certainly appreciate any lost traveller correcting my faulty reasoning where they find it. My purpose here is learning through sharing.
Arms companies receive metric fucktons of money for selling tools to commit murder, and the highest body count determines their premium offerings. Governments tax us to buy these implements at insane prices, and in return they no longer fix our roads, but fondle children at security checkpoints, just in case any of them got by the priests. When business gets slow, they execute Newton, live, in 3D, and you better eat that shit up or else you'll never work in this town again, you crazy tin-foil hatter, you. The suckers of this slimy octopus don't quite cover the whole planet yet, and that's why they just don't seem to be able to help themselves.
It's coming, it will be ugly, and I don't know how the world is going to react. It will be designed to knock us on our asses so that all capability for rational thought will bounce out of us, but I suspect it may wake quite a few people up. Others will not be able to handle the unfolding world, and either way we need to prepare for some rather rude awakenings. I've learned that people who make predictions should not provide dates, and you'll see none of that silliness here. I have no idea when it will happen, but I suspect sooner rather than later, because things are getting crazy(er) quickly. I accept that I may be completely incorrect about the entire modelling of how the world works, but it functions a damn sight better than "I'm surrounded by idiots". We're all idiots, based on how wrong we are most of the time, but sometimes experiencing the world with a blindfold provides you with new insight.
Israel seems a likely target for a false flag, or it may happen to many countries simultaneously. Chicago may get false flagged too, since a story I found on the 'net once about some guy's girlfriend identifying a nuke going off there as 9/11 2.0, through an incredibly vivid and prophetic dream, seems about as likely as anything else I've read. That, and a number synchronicity once suggested that Rahm Emanuel is the antichrist, and he is currently being positioned under that rock. Synchronicities are of course odd little things, coming up at odd times. I'm not completely convinced they have any importance, but I'll take their word over anything that comes from the anus of the monetary-dependent media.
I don't think that the interconnected protests in the arab world which started right around the December solstice are completely organic in nature, though they seem to be making the best of it. In some ways they have already provided a shining example to the rest of the world how hands can be joined for change, or at least awakening and cooperation for a start, without a lot of military spending and lending. Nevertheless, they will likely be blamed, and that old chestnut may not stand up to a second viewing.
UPDATE 2011/05/19: Added the link to the Chicago nuke dream prophesy.
The accumulated propaganda against the phrase "conspiracy theorist" is failing, but it's the strength of it which I found perhaps the most surprising of all. I discovered that many intelligent people—the likes of which hang out at places like Slashdot, or even busy themselves on Reddit trying to make others understand that the actions of israel against palestine are inhuman—are unable to cross the proverbial Rubicon into that sort of territory where they could be accused of theorising about conspiracies.
"Just about everyone except me is stupid," is what they've been told, and to them every action on planet earth can be explained from that basis alone. If the economy fails like it has many times before, it is simply because those in charge don't know what they're doing. This is not even to mention the broken logic of the voting public. A case could be made for this kind of behaviour, because there must be a certain kind of honour and nobility in being meek enough to be food for something else. Cows are generally defenceless, yet are very useful for their plodding strength, which is why Hinduism regards them as sacred, gentle souls. There is also a undeniable fear of being removed from one's peers that is employed in the conspiracy theorist meme, and I can't blame others for their choices, because that fear has never had an opportunity to really find a hold on me. Truthfully I've always been a bit crazy (our new word for not assuming everything you're told is true), and throughout my life I have found it more important to be true to what I believe than to have friends who are only acquainted with a façade I could generate.
I've met the most amazing people, greater than myself, in the freedom movement. To be there they also have had to be true to themselves beyond where society would nominally allow, but also because they were shown a world where an organised group with all the resources and social control must be opposed by those lone souls who necessarily have none of these things. It is a battle of near-impossible odds, and in it many of us finally found an enterprise worth engaging in.
I've been thinking about what my part is that I could do to make this world a better place to live in, because writing about it has been a start, but ultimately inadequate. No kind of employment I know of is a worthy endeavour, because the corporate environment by design inevitably moves toward the interests of profit, and after a certain point that imperative becomes more accurately identifiable as theft. Give a man a fish or teach a man to fish is key to serving others in their best interests, and this sheds much light on the goals of so-called charity. What happens anywhere these charitable organisations operate is; first the grain prices fall through the floor because the market is flooded with hand-outs. Farmers in that area lose their livelihoods, and of course the market for land goes into the toilet because nobody wants it. You can guess who then buys it up at a bargain because you don't get to be filthy rich by acquiring things honestly. It's just one of the many ways that people are made to lose their self-sufficiency and their land, and at least the great bulk of humanity must be lauded for not even being able to conceive of such a level of evil.
9/11 is the loose thread anyone can pull to unravel the tapestry of bullshit we've all been wrapped up in, and without such a glaring mistake I don't doubt that most of us would still be lost in uncertainty. It's something that had to happen to bring an increasingly loving and peaceful world to war, and you can admire life its elegance in bringing to the fore the unfinished garbage that necessarily has to be revealed for us to move on. WTC7 is the clear and unambiguous smoking gun of this latest in a long line of false flags, going in the face of all we're still allowed to know about the laws of physics. Get it while it's legal.
There is only the correct way to honestly evaluate what happened on 9/11, and everything else like glaring omissions and flat-out lies in the official accounts and investigations is an optional extra, unnecessary to determine that some group must have conspired to spur another profitable war. Using even the most accepted methods of crime investigation implicates those with motive, and the events that have transpired since then points clearly to arms manufacturers and oil companies. The former cannot exist in a state of peace, and the latter cannot exist with an acceptance of truth. I've often thought about producing a satire to illustrate the absurdity of this world, but ultimately nothing can match the satirical finesse of what we're meant to believe.
The truth is everywhere and it's free, but some assembly is required. The problem is people don't like doing stuff, and when I say people, I include you and I, because we're the sheeple. We get bored of things because of the same mechanism that allows us to spot a green leaf in a pile of brown ones, and helps us pretend that the moment that just passed still exists. We also generally don't like being wrong, because that may make us seem ridiculous.
What happened is that, one day, some men showed up and suggested we should trade some of that bread for this bit of shiny rock they found. Some speculate whether these men emerged like that, top hat and all, from the ass hole of the planet. Today the world is starting to run out of bread, and we don't even have the rocks any more. We long ago started using little pamphlet vouchers which represent a certain amount of the rocks, but by now the stamped papers only represent a value inversely proportional to the amount of them in circulation. While the food keeps getting harder to come by, the amount of good toilet paper wasted on this endeavour keeps increasing, and the real value of this idea called money keeps getting smaller. It may be possible that these things are connected.
We're slow learners, though. We've known that the emperor has no clothes since the 1300s, and most of us still don't get it. In comic fashion, the new lie has gotten more impossible to stop the more we've invested in it, until now we're forced to watch it blow up in our faces. That's where the shit that's hitting the fan is coming from. I suspect that it's landing on the arab states first because israel is our modern day faecal super volcano, and that's the direction the wind is blowing. The original israeli eruption probably didn't make it to the news because the atmosphere over there has apparently always been shitty and people didn't notice the change.
If you follow any of the more accepted news networks, you may know that you're now authorised to really start trembling in your boots, because something called the muslim brotherhood™ is taking over the arab world. Look anywhere else, however, and you may realise that the people doing the actual work out there don't actually appear to give a shit about any of that crap, and may in fact just be bone tired of watching their children go to bed hungry. Look at history, and you may learn that it has been relatively easy to make people go to war by first inducing famine, and now more than ever the beast needs to be satiated. When the teevee news starts talking about food shortages in a self-destructing economic environment where you can speculate on food prices like you can on tulips, software companies and badly built houses, you can be sure that it's going to happen.
We may witness israel being turned into the world's largest glass quarry soon, because like world trade center 7, that's probably where all the bodies are buried. What you're not supposed to realise then, is it's just a way to grease the wheels for another cycle of jewtopia. It doesn't work so well any more to accuse someone of being an anti-semite when they accuse you of stealing, so the term may go all 2.0 on us. They may actually execute six million jews this time or they may not, but you can bet it'll be the ones they don't like. From the looks of their apparent lack of ability to like anything, it might be the entire population, and as a bonus they get to blame all the people that accused them of stealing.
The best part is that there are no tragedies in life, and natural disaster is a bit of an oxymoron. We may think all this is important and that we're special, but we're just another manifestation of life, and the only part of us that is immortal is what is constantly changing. If we do decide to let ourselves be destroyed by another war we've been sold, or we eventually just work ourselves to death, it will be nothing but the experienced hand of natural selection telling us we should maybe try again in a few thousand years.
Life's gone a bit weird. Ever since I changed my perception a while back, it's been 50/50 that this might actually be a season of the Truman show. When I changed my mind that time, the world responded by changing itself, and it's a really strange chicken and egg thing because I can't really tell which came first. Life as a whole is clearly into all those chicken and egg things, and I suppose it doesn't really matter which came first because both are delicious. The theme in my life following that has been unfinished business, and I've been occupied with being shown bits of myself and my memory so that they may be re-evaluated to determine their new worth and meaning.
I don't know that I've had one original thought in my life. Something tells me there are as many ways to an awakening as there are people, and I've cobbled together an image of a revolution from little bits of existence and many parts that rang true for me from movies and certain teevee show(s) impersonating movies. Battlestar Galactica appealed to me on a base level, so much so that it in fact may have been written just for me. Indeed: "From the moment I open my eyes, she's in my blood, like cheap wine. Bitter and sweet, tinged with regret. I'll never be free of her, nor do I want to be. For she is what I am, all that is, should always be." Remakes are the defining characteristic of our generation, and it's definitely worth wondering if our world PC is running a shitty OS when you read that they're rebooting Spider-Man. I've heard that Galactica may well have been commissioned by the military. If that's the case I'd say that they frakked up, but maybe they really didn't. I've distanced myself from it and other ideas out of media recently, and I don't rely so much any more on the familiar old paths they set. Clearly.
Marijuana is a really strange drug. It helps you relax by making you paranoid, and allows you to focus on the inner stillness by making thoughts more uncontrollable. You can see here how the brain forms and removes connections, and I'm fairly certain that the sacred 'erb gives ideas a shakedown by submitting them to the earthquake test. I like to think that fundamental truths have slipped into the world media like cannabis has slipped into our culture, against the wishes and worst efforts of the mammonite powers that were. At the same time, it's probably also healthy to wonder whether we've been programmed in these same ways. If this were true, there should be no way to tell whether we've been defeated by a higher power.
Advertisements for banks would have us believe that every life is sacred and precious, and yet people are apparently satisfied with pissing their unique little snowflake existence away on a manufactured version of some approved cookie cutter template, toiling their hours through on monotonous tasks to enrich those very same banks. Some people like their jobs, and I hold out the idea of a worthwhile 9-5 occupation as a statistical possibility. Then again, some people like getting pissed on too. It seems that people generally avoid straying off the familiar routes in fear of possibly being wrong, and in this way they cling to old habits and the investment they see in all the things they've learned. When you detach from your little personal drama and lift your nose from the grindstone, it becomes evident that your life is one among billions. Then it's no longer such a tragedy that you could turn out to be wrong, as you will many times, when the reward could be an experience and understanding that enriches your life and that of everyone you come into contact with. Either way, it will soon be evident whether the fight against seemingly unbeatable odds was/is worth it. In the end I suppose it all comes down to whether you want to be a spectator of your life or a participant.