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.
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.
That the mass media is employed by the sad people of this world is nothing new to the content of this site. How this system of lies and false promises used to work, and still does for some, was by ensuring that the wrong path of least resistance was in full supply. It would draw too much attention to censor everything, and so things slip through that would take root and eventually crack the turd we're meant to worship wide open.
Anyone who's ever drilled a hole knows that if it happens to go off mark for whatever reason, drilling essentially the same hole a few millimetres to one side or at a slightly different angle is not easy since the drill bit will tend to fall into the already defined error. Not impossible is it though, with patience and the correct application of slight force. Clearly, if you've been paying someone else to drill your holes for you, you've missed out on a good opportunity for enlightenment.
And so was our civilisation once impaled by the worm, that bored through our conciousness and pushed its shit out right to where we lived, slept and ate, that there was no place left to run but the inner realms where the answers were waiting all along. The intent was to fill our heads with useless trivia, lies and solutions to problems we didn't have until someone convinced us we did. For those of us who've had its colourful pictures in our faces and in our minds for as long as we can remember, letting go of it is a process. It takes work to prime the old brain again to chew solid foods, so that you can get back your own creative abilities and imagination.
You might as well get mad at the sky for raining than to get angry at the worm for being a worm, or at the creatures that secreted it. In fact, it might be beneficial to thank the worm for fattening itself off of what we apparently didn't need, and for helping us build an immunity to its like. Right before we cast it to the side, and watch what manner of creature comes to eat it.
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.
The problem is that we currently live in upside-down land, bizarro world. The biggest criminals, doing the most heinous deeds including mass murder by war and starvation, are protected behind ah-fuck-it levels of red tape and plausible deniability. People are allowed to know that the most successful political campaigns are the well-funded ones, and then get all puffed up and surprised when the elected officials go with the interest of big business against the stated will of the people every single time they think they can get away with it. The most legal and accepted drugs are the most dangerous and profitable ones, while the most demonised and illegal ones are those with the highest risk of pulling your head from your ass.
The problem is that we celebrate one day in the year when it's the season to be jolly and nice to each other, while for all the other ones it's widely accepted that those are the days that everyone is meant to steal as much as they can from each other and be utterly miserable about it. There are enough people taking antidepressants that they're finding it in the drinking water, and all the questions of "why, why, why?" are drowned out by the loudness of "please sir, may I have some more?". Earth's most celebrated day is the birth of earth's most famous martyr, whom everyone supposedly looks up to but almost no-one listens to. It doesn't matter that the celebration is done by lining the pockets of the most usurious and gutless scum to ever walk the earth and that no one actually lives by the lessons that Jesus attempted to teach us, because it's the thought that counts. In a world of make-believe money, hard and soft, where a mental flat line is as common as Colon Cola™, thoughts are the only currency people can still believe in.
In the age where reason has returned to nature, be it tomorrow or in a thousand years, we may well spend one day instead attempting to remember the utter desolation and suffering that can be visited upon a planet when people turn "it's not my problem" into their creed. On asshole day, kids would try to duck little turds bursting from a rothschild piñata, and attempt to loop the noose around the banker, wearing a blindfold made from the precipitated catatonia of humanity. On asshole day, everyone would choke down a glass of piss and then form groups to discuss how much they enjoyed it, because that's how it was done in the old days.
I have to be honest enough with myself to admit that I may not know what the hell I'm talking about. It's no secret that by now I'm balls deep in several conspiracy theories, which is really just an honest description of what they are—theories of conspiracies—though a negative connotation has been created around this term by the media. The brain forms its habits and opinions about things by building neural pathways and then using these constructed short cuts to speed up the process of making decisions. The pathways are strengthened by reinforcement and new ones can be built as long as there aren't already others in the place it tries to build them. The bonds can be broken as well, but it is easier for the energy to flow in an established path. In this way, the only reality that exists is what is seen by the being observing it and you can bet that this world is perceived a little differently by everything alive in it. Right now, we are under the spell of a type of mass hypnosis which doesn't use any form of magic besides continuously telling us things that aren't true. This is just good business to some people, and you can certainly blame them for centuries of suffering and mass murder visited upon humanity, but even if it's the last thing they'll ever allow themselves to admit, all they ever wanted is the love and acceptance of their fellow humans. These are the people who secretly hated themselves enough that they could see no other way to get it than by theft. Life only travels in one general direction back to the source and they are the ones who are taking the longest route.
And so we are alive today in a world where majority rules and the most popular form of idea transmission is one that is filtered by what is profitable. Moving outside the generally accepted view of reality is an alien concept, and we'll all have to break this monster down piece by piece inside ourselves and carefully consider which parts can be kept and which are bad for us. The whole process can be more than a little disheartening, because invariably you have to go from a fully constructed reality to a laying a blank new foundation, and our only reason for doing this is a faint feeling that something is very wrong. It's not easy being out here, adrift with no compass, but when the consensus is in error, the only way to find new land is by being lost off the edge of the map. People can call us crazy, but shouted as it is from beneath the golden arches of the local mcdonald's, it is a great compliment.
Everything I've learned since falling down the rabbit hole has been treated with a combination of trust and disbelief, since there's a lot of disinformation floating around out there and what passes for science here is a poor method of confirming anything of real value. Occasionally I get to "see" things, which is really only the momentary lining up of facts in a pattern that conforms to the rules of life, and is most likely also related to how certain ideas "ring" of truth. If I hadn't "seen" the inevitable collapse of the system years ago, when this blog was still populated alternately by game reviews and masturbation jokes, I might've doubted it like I have any other idea I've encountered during my awakening. It was Paris Hilton that showed me the truth one night, of what is to become of the consumerist system. Here is a person who was really the next step in celebrities at the time, being famous only for being famous. Instead of a name, she got a cheap ad for a hotel. Of course we're a couple of generations past dear Paris already, and someone else had to step in after Britney Spears burned out in such spectacular fashion. We've been trapped here so long because they've found a way to sell diluted life and love back to us, but the name of the game is unregulated theft and things of real value have become too expensive to include in this world of mass production. We've finally run ourselves around in a complete circle, and the only step left, if you don't want to repeat the grade, is out.
As the murder of the Gulf of Mexico has proven once again, the most heinous of crimes will go unnoticed by the voting flock as long as it is not covered by the mainstream media. Anyone who's paying attention knows that the markets are a sham. The current so-called performance of it is so far out of whack of the fundamentals that it leaves anyone trying to explain it speechless, spinning around in circles in vain trying to find the right words to convey the utter level of unimaginable theft and lies. It's clear now that markets don't crash, no matter how overinflated and stressed at the seams they are, until the mammonite-owned media deems that they should. A panic erupts when this happens, and the whole flock stampedes to the exit, never realising that the only thing that was keeping the lie afloat to begin with was their belief in it.
Picture if you will, the December 7th bank run is anywhere near successful. If my little voice of guesstimation and bullshit detection is right, this meme is nothing more than an attempt to demonise the truth movement and citizen activism in the mind of the voting public. It would benefit the truth movement to remember that private banks are just the the lowest level in the system of theft, quite insulated from the next one above it. Very few people read my ramblings and I would have it no other way, but if someone knows better, please correct my assumptions on this matter. I only have the stomach to read one financial blog and what I know of finance is cobbled together largely from ZeroHedge and glances at the pit of hate that squats in my darkest recesses. If a private bank—like the ones you're allowed to know the name of without going to find it out—folds, it would be just like when anyone stops paying back a loan, because the largely non-existent money they loan to the public was loaned from the central banks. Contractually, the central banks would then be obliged to seize all the assets owned by the smaller banks, which they in turn seized from the public following the inevitable folding of all those bad loans they issued. Their stock prices would drop into the toilet and any kind of scum that strives to own yet another bank, yet lacks the spine to buy it at market value would then be able to pick up a controlling share for a bargain. The media would spin the people up into the kind of frenzied panic they're famous for, assisted by all the money people who didn't participate just lost, and what would most likely be pushed forward is that this was caused by anti-semitic "financial terrorists" who organise themselves into groups on the internet and plot to overthrow the beloved consumerist system that supplies spare organs to toddlers and food to the needy. Selectively censoring the internet would thereafter make a lot more sense to the voter base than attacking Iraq did after 9/11, where most of the purported attackers were from Saudi Arabia, and the CIA-manufactured terrorist organisation was said to be based in Afghanistan.
Before this little celebrity endorsed idea showed up on the net, I was half convinced that the next false flag might be a cyberattack that stole everyone's imaginary digital money and left teevee-spawned chaos on the streets, but it would seem that a trembling and palpable fear has made the self-chosen scum pee down their legs and scale down their attack for now. The facts as I see them are these: They are losing control and they know it. As an inescapable result, they are attempting to tighten their grip but ironically that will just make things more unstable, and they know this too. They are the result of their own creation and they're about ready to do some really stupid shit. The financial profit they've been able to extract over centuries is dependant on the operation of a finely-tuned lie. They have been co-opting what started off as an insignificant truth movement for years, and as a result they have pushed a lot of money into letting everyone know how things really are. The pieces have started to line up for some more than others, and ongoing and unchecked theft has created a really unstable situation which could go up with the slightest spark.
It's all good. If the life force could be destroyed it would be long dead by now. Nobody's holding a gun to our heads to make us go to work every day, because if they did it would be too obvious what we are, or more to the point, what we make ourselves. We were sold a bill of goods advertising one thing, but the warranty has expired and now we're seeing, one by one, what we've bought into and where it leads. The walls are coming down and we'll each have to decide whether we want to be inside the system or out. Diversification of the species happens in evolution by separation. There is nothing but ideas standing between us and the next step.