Thursday, November 13, 2014


A cornerstone must be put in place, the establishment of a paradigm that will serve the ages to come related to three attributes of God.

The first is built upon a postulated theory of six macro-ages in which the stars all expand outward after the big bang and six macro-ages of time that pass before the next big bang. (There is more said about this in my book.) Then, as all matter falls to the black hole of all black holes even light, frequencies, and vibrations are drawn in. Picture the last power standing: Just before it enters the ball of mass it says, "Let there be light."

We have no control concerning this; it is systemic, built-in, and so far removed from the human condition that "You can't get there from here" is the best way to understand it. Rites, rituals, and prayers do not reach it. It just is. And this carries over to the second definable trait that I wish to mention.

The examination of it is in how the invention goes on to dictate, require of, or otherwise control the inventor. Today computer technology is building a world of its own; and while we can say that the automobile serves mankind it is just as true to say that man serves the automobile. Take note of traffic-snarled cities plagued by gridlock and you are looking at created environment, a monster made by an invention. Then, in those cities witness all of the businesses that were put in place to serve the car.

As God creates, so too do we reach out to invent, albeit on a much smaller scale; so, in consideration of this fundamental behavior it should be understood that all of this four-dimensional reality we are in has to lead back to the one that brought it into being and thus, God is reality and reality is God. Further, directly related to this idea are all the basics of science: math, astronomy, etc. Pi, Epsilon, and Theta will always be there; no matter what a person believes, two plus two will always be equal to four.

Like the highest form of the creator, in causing the big bang this bedrock of scientific reality does not have flexibility. A dictatorial regime may torture you to the point where you can see variations, but that will only be irrational delusion. Our task is in acceptance, we must strive to be in harmony with these two manifestations of the Godhead. We get nowhere in going against these two precepts by inventing contrived notions of reality that do not fit with the proofs and evidences. Moving religion to a place disconnected from science is an act of lying.

And, lastly, the tertiary (third) attribute of God:

Many people have a spark of the divine within. But there is nothing uniform about the strength of this gift. The scribe could write that Adam was the first man and not be lying because the intent could have been to tell us that he was the first with a human soul. Souls are tiny sparks, and they can be seen as little seeds placed in our deepest recesses. Collectively those blessed/cursed with a small dose of a higher power can, and do, communicate with their like-fellows at all times, but this is especially true at night when sleep allows us to touch the higher worlds. Collectively souls are an essence of God. They form connections to the universal mind through the organization of their collective consciousnesses. I think that the mystics and alchemists of the Middle Ages referred to this system as "The Invisible College." It is in this area that mankind can have some positive changes brought about by methods of sending out calls to the higher orders; as the stray quarks in dark matter fall in energy value they first become quanta packets of light and they go on to organize tightly into protons, neutrons, and electrons. This is why there was a hydrogen generator aspect built into the pyramids of Giza. Hydrogen is the first element. This is what is created when quarks fall to become matter. From that the stars take over and by the pressures of gravity go on to make all of the other elements. Part of the Egyptian way of usage had to do with the sarcophagus. It was employed as a sensory deprivation tank. After three days or more in darkness the human body will send out calls as the pineal gland becomes activated. The frequencies and vibrations of the calls served to modulate the golden-mean spiral that passes through all three of the main pyramids. A radio works in the same way: a carrier wave is established; this is the frequency that is tuned to but mixed with it, or modulated atop, come the frequencies of voice and music, commonly termed audio. The information is in the modulator frequencies in the same way that the calls of the seeker in the sarcophagus attached themselves to the spiral. To the universe at large this is a language it can understand, and the fact that the golden-mean spiral is a line of lesser gravity means that there is a weakening in the fabric of space/time all along its course; this meant that the human calls could get through with more ease that anywhere else on the Earth's surface (except where there are other lines such as this).

If you wish to see proofs of the human spark, then visit an art museum or go to a symphony. Better yet, take a look at the evidences of ESP that crop up in people from time to time. The symbolic organization of human souls can be seen as branches of a huge, idealized weeping willow, while the trunk, figuratively, is the supreme being. This example comes from the animate world but there is also an illustration we can see in the inanimate by viewing what happens when raindrops fall near to a light. Our souls are akin to the raindrops and in our short little lives, like falling rain, some of us have larger raindrops, some have smaller ones, and some have no inner raindrop at all; some of us are close to the light and some are farther away, and some are too far away for the light to influence. We are not of the light but a raindrop can act as a prism, capturing light, and directing it to the most favorable place. In studying Kabbalah I came upon something that makes sense as according to what I have written above (paraphrasing): At the start the creator broke all the vessels that held the light (symbolic of the big bang) and the light went where it would; some souls have much, some have a little, and some have no light at all. The Talmud tells us that Abraham smashed all of his father idols before setting out on his quest. As we transition to a higher state of being, we may each be required to reenact this action, even if it is merely in a symbolic way.

And I must mention the way the Anasazi temple of Chaco Canyon was partially used: The people made pottery, ensconcing their individual calls within, and then they smashed them (probably at sunrise) on key days of the year so as to send out their calls. Hopi legends tell of a Golden Age. We won't know until we try.

Wednesday, November 12, 2014

Of the Chicken and the Egg

For the election year of 1972 I was able to get an absentee ballot because of my being in the Navy. I can't remember how I voted for the lesser offices; it was probably for the man and not the party though because at that time my focus had been on the race for the presidency. I had come to dislike the policies of Richard Nixon as much as those of his predecessor, but when I heard the views of George McGovern as an initial response I was shocked. As is the trouble with many Americans, we tend to let it go by when a spokesperson uses the words we, or us, when—in fact—we had nothing to do with it. As a beginning point we all need to realize this for a tactic designed to make us responsible for the blunders of the leadership. If we think in terms of we, then we will inadvertently take some responsibility for directions taken that are actually against our vested interests. As a serviceman in 1972 I was under the mistaken impression that I had a part in the federal government, so when the democratic nominee lambasted the direction that the Washington leadership had taken I took offense. At first I didn't know what to make of him: Here was a genuine hero, a pilot in the great war who did not just lean to the side of withdrawal from Vietnam but aggressively attacked the flawed reasoning that had put America in that mud-pit. After much consideration, however, I had to agree with his position; I voted for him and remain proud of the fact that even in the face of a vast majority I was able to choose the right man.

I start this essay by relating this incident since I see it as related, in a way, to the choice of the chicken or the egg. There are usually cloudy and smoky and gray areas that confront us when we have to make difficult decisions. The way the leadership of the sons of darkness have been able to win in these last (more than) six thousand years is to direct our mental processes to emotional areas; from there we can easily be jerked around. To the answer of chicken or egg, the answer is yes.

The creator endowed us with the powers of logical reasoning. To me these are sacrosanct and placed in a very high station, but without realizing it, there is a huge majority that is subliminally programmed to go along with what they are told and—thereby—go against their own vested interests. Their own proven systems of checking new data for flaws or proofs are subverted by emotional considerations. A good case in point is 9/11: "Oh no, I can't think that!" And, thus, we return to the choice of McGovern or Nixon. In large part, people that are the most susceptible to this manipulation are those that have a knee-jerk reaction of belief to anyone in authority. This is the basic step in the programming of the masses. Arthur C. Clarke introduced us to the insane computer, the HAL 9000, in 2001: A Space odyssey, but since it was a work of science fiction most people were entertained without their connecting the production to how the society of man is manipulated, directed and programmed by dark forces. No one wants to admit that he's been had, taken for a sucker. This is another one of the tools of the sons of darkness; that, and the feelings of shame attached to the telling of unpleasant truths, such as those stated by George McGovern.

Leading up to WW II, the dark powers were very successful in programming an entire nation: Germany. The country became so mentally ill they gave their military over to the control of a former corporal. But we must see that while this may be an extreme case, the string pulling and powers of influence by indoctrination and programming are just as forceful and powerful in the USA of the present time. We have a monopoly in that the reins of information dissemination are held by very few trusts; that hidden-in-darkness cabal decides what is fit for news and what is not, and the only difference between it and the controllers in Nazi Germany is that in America it can ignore you as long as you are marginalized, as long as you don't get a very large audience. But the end can be the same in that there are secret groups here that will MURDER you if you become too problematic for the leadership to put up with. Until then, we are put in our place by the tactic of arrogance. "They" exude confidence as they condescendingly behave toward us; this is in reference to our inner child as they take the role of the parent, and this is where the confidence game begins. Any of our positions may be ridiculed by name calling, talking down to us, shouting over us, and pooh-poohing. And one thing's for sure: They have us over a barrel because an open mind is not to be found with any of them and they have no problem with dishing out lie after lie until they get an inroad into our search for what is true, while they are only about winning at any cost. The reason Hitler was so successful is he was able to apply all of, and more of, these tactics of the sons of darkness; but if you have any closed areas of the mind then you won't be able to penetrate the game to the root cause. If you examine the traits of the Nazi leader, you may see bombastic arrogance with an absolute refusal to accept any responsibility. This spirit is never wrong. It is always about me, me, and me, and when things go bad it is your fault. Many promises are made; very few are kept. And sprinkled into all of this is a continuing series of threats.

To rise to the next level we shall have to disconnect all the memory modules of the biblical HAL 9000. (Hitler had the requisite stuff, the right stuff to play God.) Much of monotheism's success over the last six thousand years was due to its offering a sense of the erasure of responsibility for those adherents who could sublimate their own selves for the sake of continuing an interpersonal relationship attached to a religious template of behavior. It is much easier to surrender one's will, much simpler, and since one's confidence is lacking in this affair the drawing power is strong. (But by following in this path only the ones without a true soul are the beneficiaries. The rest of us, the ones who do have a spark of God get it shoved into the mud.)

According to the sons-of-darkness definition, Sodom and Gomorrah were destroyed due to their wickedness. This comes from the leadership that denies any sixth-sense power existing in man, the ones that are against the discovery of the light in any of us. Again, it is about responsibility. If the inner powers of man were acknowledged, then the lesser ones among us might realize that we have many psychic weapons and our interactions with one another pose risks of all sorts of maladies, accidents, or diseases being brought to bear. They can't handle the knowledge that they might do something terrible with their minds, so they flee to a childish fantasyland. If anything, I would like to establish a school of "The Alternates"; in this body we would take all of the generally held opinions about everything and examine them from different angles. For one: There is another explanation that can serve to shed light upon what happened at those twin cities near the Dead Sea. This interpretation begins with something that Stephen King wrote: He mentioned that full commercial airplane carriers do not crash. Conversely, however, if cancellations start coming in and a few of the passengers don't show up, that's when there may be a disaster on the way. Any reasonable person may consider a strong possibility of precognition at work here. But this will not occur to a conventional, closed-minded believer because, in his arrogance, he already has all the answers.

On to a point I wish to make, toward a consideration not yet mentioned, the attention of the reader is directed to the lowly cockroach. Exterminators know that when a colony is sprayed, even as they are dying the members will indulge in an orgy of sex. If we take into account a sixth sense of precognition in man we may see that there was a sizable part of the populations of Sodom and Gomorrah who knew a disaster was on the way. They didn't know what it was. Most of them moved away in the years leading up to the actual catastrophe, but the remainder indulged in acts of perversions and removed all barriers to aberrant behavior. We might view the evidences of corruption found in the ruins of Pompeii and wonder about the same sort of premonitions possibly leading to the eventual destructions. Then, when we review what certain psychics have written about the last days of Atlantis, this alternative explanation may also be considered. We are back to chicken or egg. I tend to think of the psychic answer as the most correct one. The sensitive among the people could not pin down what was coming, but they knew it would be terrible. So convention was cast aside and an atmosphere of eat-drink-and-be-merry became the norm.

Still though, a question must be asked: In the face of all the decadence of Las Vegas and Hollywood, has the God of the Bible taken a vacation rather than engage in any act of retribution? Or, have times changed to the point where this sort of behavior just doesn't matter anymore (that was then, this is now). Where responsibility is absent, dependence upon an expected reaction based upon a past experience produces no result at all. In short, while I'm sure that it did actually take place, the tale of Sodom and Gomorrah is a fear-mongering tactic, a parental fairy tale designed to manipulate us by instilling a chilling effect. The truth is that (as Zecharia Sitchin leads us to see) the ruling secret societies of Ur of the Chaldees decided to get rid of those two settlements, and Abraham was an agent in their service. The two men who visited him at his tent were there to check him out as to how he had been able to implement the Sefer Yetzirah program. They certainly were not angels.

In Inherit the Wind Spencer Tracy played the role of Clarence Darrow. He explained his views on religion by equating it to a pretty hobby-horse that he once desired as a child. His parents took note and actually bought it for him, but when he tried to ride it the thing fell apart, being held together with not much more than spit and polish. The bottom line is undependability and unreliability.

Again I turn to the unrecognized powers of humanity: In the cases where prayer, rites, rituals, and supplications work, it is not due to the reactions of the Godhead as is commonly understood; the truth is that these communications go outward to the rest of the human members in the universal mind and yet no credit is given to the collective consciousness of the body of man. In fact, in a horrible travesty the ones who have the greatest power to do the best are denigrated by the wicked and evil leadership from their powers of darkness.

As of this time the majority of humanity sees this as too difficult to grasp, that, in an overall unity, mankind rather influences reality as it goes along. The masses do not want to acknowledge the powers held my many of us for fear of the onus of responsibility.

Friday, August 29, 2014

Misplaced Veneration and Misunderstood Technologies

In terms of symbolism the figure of a Japanese pagoda communicates the same message, as do the slabs of stone above the King's Chamber at Giza.

Like a greenhouse a resonant pyramid will slow down some energies when they enter and trap them inside. This causes an echoing effect within the structure and this characteristic phenomenon can be used to create a ninth crystal of ice. In Pyramid Prophecies by Max Thoth (probably a pseudonym), the tale is told of a doctor diving in an area of the Bermuda Triangle. He claimed to have found a crystal ball in a capstone chamber of an underwater pyramid. It was about the size of a softball (give or take), it was very heavy and when held up to light, and countless different-size pyramids could be seen within it.

I am sure that the ball was made from powered glass and doped with a certain isotope of lead. There is a circumscribed human head within each pyramid; the crystal ball was melted within a chamber of the area known as the capstone. The statement is that of a light of an idea, such as which can be seen in cartoon characters above their heads. The ball was melted during the highest point of the sunspot cycle. The inner pyramids were caused by the energy echoing effect in the structure. One way to see this artifact is as a physical representative of the Greek letter omega; this ball is a statement of the last split-second before the big bang, when all is matter. It also resonates with the twelfth sphere (in the lattice structure of the twelve spheres that I have discovered) of Scorpio-Sol, the Sun, which presents itself to the universe as a body that is dying. The last split-second before the big bang is a time of complete and total fullness. The Scorpio can be (blah-blah-blah) full of it, so it is that the crystal ball cannot hold anything for long before transferring it. Returning to the doctor; he said that he used to pass the ball around at get-togethers but at one certain time a woman obviously felt a grand sense of relief after holding the ball while the next woman after taking it crumpled to the floor in agony. Later it was discovered that the first woman had terminal cancer.

Besides the suspected false name of the author, the story has a certain feel about it; not that it is apocryphal so much that it has a sense of a plant, a disinformational concoction. More likely is that the ball was discovered during a super-secret operation involving a deep-diving submarine, and that the occult agency that performed the operation wished to go to a "Limited Hang Out Route," releasing just enough information to add to the quandary that is always being spread so as to keep the common folk in a state of question marks, a place where the elite inner core of secret societies can manipulate them. The liars at the top will often forge or fake a document or book and while the medium is false, the brunt of the information contained within will be largely true. From what I already know the description of the internal pyramids, the heaviness and the ability for the ball to pass on attributes or transfer them fits perfectly with the opposite of the Alpha in this arrangement.

Monday, August 11, 2014

Two Witnesses

Morning, Bill. You want to hear something off the wall?

Well why not. You're pretty off the wall anyway.

Nostradamus used the name Mabus in a few of his quatrains. Many folks have interpreted it as the name of the, so-called, third antichrist. Well, Ray Mabus is the Secretary of The Navy. Of course now that we know of one with the name, nothing will happen with him or anyone else even close to the same name.

Yeah. And blah, blah, blah; we're supposed to be in the rein of the last pope too, according to some monk named Malachi. So, it's 2014; wasn't WW III supposed to start sometime in the late '90s? Yeah, it's all  that "Boy who cried wolf" stuff, fear programming.

And then there was Y2K. That was a big whoop-dee-do nothing.

I'll say. I do think there is a matrix of man, but it's all so connected to the wrong. There was that "Harmonic Convergence thing in the late '80s that came to nothing again. Anyhow, this matrix thing is managed from the top. Whenever you see those people wearing masks at demonstrations they are not anarchists. Those are paid provocateurs. They are there to cause as much violence as they can. That way the police will have an excuse to use the nightstick, and the viewer of television will see the otherwise peaceful demonstrators as a mob bent on destruction.

Now I got another: What about the tabloids? They are owned by some of the secret societies, lodges, very wealthy elite, and intelligence-gathering organs. And get this: They do not make money; there is no profit to be made and even though they lose money still, in a capitalist society they remain on the shelves. The reasons being, they spread disinformation, they can provide a place for secret codes, and they can also be a threat to anyone in the limelight: Either you play by our rules or you'll get exposed.

I'm thinking of how everything gets twisted, perverted, or corrupted by the authorities: The true meaning of the "Occupy Movement" could be found in South America. Originally it was about laid-off factory workers taking over their old plant and running it, effectively and for a profit, with no management. Definitely the elite can't abide by anything thought up by commoners so they perverted the meaning and corrupted it into The Occupy Wall Street Movement, with no goals and no achievable ends in sight. They are experts at mass manipulation; over time they knew that the thing would lose steam.

We can't ignore the big dog in all of this. What about all the hoopla that was made over 12/21/2012? Dude! I was hoping and praying for something to actually happen – anything to overturn this mess. Hey, honey, how about a refill? Thanks.

It makes sense to think that the reason Joe Stalin blew up the Tsar's oil fields in 1905 was because he was ordered to do it by the big powers, such as John D. Rockefeller. And, referring back to how they always ruin any movement of the people: It was Charles Manson's job to destroy the Hippie Movement, and he did real well. And the street revolution in St. Petersburg in March of 1917 was genuine, so to nip it in the bud they called on Lenin to ride the train. He could be handled.
Hey man, did you ever notice how a great prognosticator comes into the limelight(?): There will be many who build him up; they'll cite the instances of the past where he was spot-on. Okay, so you start paying attention to him and what he is saying about the future only to find out over time that nothing the fraud has said has come to pass.

The Zippo lighter company.

What's that got to do with anything?

Yeah; I just remembered that my dad had an old Zippo lighter. Supposedly they had a lifetime guarantee so he sent in the one he had from way back because it had a broken wheel or something. He sent it in; they sent him back a new lighter. And the reason I bring this up is because it's an example of a very rare instance of something working "as advertised." It is extremely difficult today to find something that is not a fake, fraud, or counterfeit in some way.

This is not new, though: You should realize that lying is the mainstay of civilization. Without it there would be no entertainment, politics, economics, or religion. Remember all the stories of youth? The truth is that the Easter Bunny and The Tooth Fairy are still with us in many different guises. Really, when I think about it I can't find much of anything that is not lying.

Now you hit the nail on the head. This is why I want the Book of Revelation to play out. But this is part of what I mean by this screwed-up matrix we labor against: When you want something really bad, you'll never get it. And here's another sort-of "Murphy's Law" to consider: No matter what is said about the future, most of the time if you have heard and considered it then it will never happen. It's like quantum mechanics: The mere act of observance will cause it to change.

Well for sure, of the people, by the people, and for the people is a lie. It was and is all about special interests. And getting back to Old Murphy again, if voting machines can be rigged, then they are rigged. Does it seem that every president from Clinton on is dedicated to destroying America? Now they have little kids coming over the border. Most of them are from Central America, which means they had to cross over the thickest part of Mexico. They are being escorted, helped to become illegal immigrants to this country.

You have to ask the man with the alias about that, and while you're at it, you might throw in a question about "Fast And Furious." But deeper than that, just who is it who put this programmed Manchurian Candidate up for election in the first place?

Okay, okay, all these things we're talking about are important but there is one overriding problem that trumps them all: The fact that we're nearing the figure of Seven Billion people on this planet, and together we are all burning up the natural resources. Now, while we all know about this, who is going to be the one to hit the stop button? Most of us try not to think about it, or invent facts such as everybody can fit in the state of Texas. So, other than a madman releasing terrible diseases in airports, we're left with Pray to Jesus, or God, or The Virgin Mary. But I think that if I had the means I would hit the button, knowing that there is no one else who could pull the plug.

Yeah, dude, but it's easy for you to say since you don't have the means. We're just two old farts drinking coffee in a restaurant.

Friday, August 1, 2014

Saying Goodbye (After the Fact)

Would that I could shut it all out somehow: I feel as though I am the victim of a process of shunning, one that has left me alone to experience the sensory awareness of impending danger even as the rest of the accepted group of humanity remains unaware. Hillary Clinton has a book out; a new photograph of her shows those wide and invading eyes, with that smile that's just a little too affected. As I gazed, a comparison came to mind: I recognized it as the same sort of headshot as the one taken of Jared Loughner, the shooter of Representative Gabrielle Giffords; by way of definition, a psycho on Krank. The categories of psychopathology and sociopathology find representation in their shared traits when the patterns of behavior for politicians and the worst sort of serial criminals are compared. Somehow Barry Soetoro dropped out of the sky and became Barak Obama. Now he's saying that he had to issue so very many presidential directives due to the blockage of congressional gridlock. ("I'm sorry," says Caesar, but I had to take charge because of that do-nothing Senate.) Every dictator has used this sort of excuse.

In this paper I am starting with things afield. You see, I had to be away for a few days and, as such, I became vulnerable to the rottenness and filth of television ("Don't touch that dial"), courtesy of my own curiosity and due to my having to be near  a few elderly TV-watching relatives. And referring to hard drugs again, on the way back I awoke in a motel room in Tucumcari and saw the "people" of the early morning shows. My thought was, "Behind every smile lurks a potential lie." (What's new? Just about everything here IS lying.) Okay, that's peripheral information. It could be a tad relevant; some future historian may want to know, but it's not the principal reason why I'm putting fingertips to keyboard.

Two photographs: the first came by way of a professional. It showed Anna and a man at a table, having a daytime beer in a bar. Back in the forties and fifties sometimes a pro would snap a pic of you and you'd give him a little dough. The thing came out like a work of art and it made my eldest sister look like a lovely Italian movie star. But the second picture was not of beauty. It was a bit stark (I don't remember where I saw it), and the circumstances around it were not nice. She was standing on a sidewalk in Sioux City with the woman who had married my dad's brother, Uncle Lowell. He had worked on the first transcontinental highway of Canada and had sent most of his money home, to his young wife. She spent it all and demanded a divorce when he returned. Later, he hanged himself.

Anna Marie married but did not have any children of her own. Her husband had three from a previous marriage but his first wife had been declared insane. After he died in a strange motorcycle accident she became like the deteriorated character played by Goldie Hawn in Death Becomes Her.

There's a part of me to talk about here as well; first I have to return to The Beacon Theater that used to be at 29th and Ames, in Omaha: the year was 1961 and our little gang was walking past the front. Some older guys were there and Lyle gave off a very aggressive "Fuck You" to them. We took off running. I ducked down an alleyway and successfully hid in the middle of three or four trash cans but the next day Lyle gave me hell for breaking away from the group. I remembered this as I sat in – but did not participate in – the Catholic funeral for my eldest sister. The word mass is taken literally: people form a single body as they respond to the liturgical promptings of the priest. The all-together unity of it made me think of huddling for protection as against a too-wild and unpredictable, a too-cold and unforgiving world. Sometimes it's good to have the memory refreshed; some of it came back but in my youth I was performing as a kid, obeying my parents. In contrast, during and after my conversion I can recall synagogues that sounded like a cacophony of auctioneers, each man trying to get his own prayer in (and to heck with mass). Even though it didn't stick with me, I found myself more attuned to the "Currahee" aspect of the Jews. (This is an American Indian word, maybe Cherokee, that means, "We stand alone together.")

The church was a small one off of the old downtown area of Omaha. When I was a twelve-year-old kid I had hawked Sunday morning newspapers on its steps (for a quarter each) some fifty-five years earlier. It was beautiful inside, albeit somewhat cluttered and busy with its too many statues, too much stained glass, and in its symbolism overload. (I pity the one doing the dusting.)

I think it was 1954: she visited us when I was seven. I remember that Anna Marie made a big spaghetti dinner but there was something about that, and the grape juice she had bought, that didn't sit well with me. Later, outside, I threw it all up.

The day before the funeral was the viewing. I cried, not so much for or about her death but the sight of those paltry, pitiful and cheap clothes disturbed me greatly. (From what others told me, our mother had treated her terribly.) Years after her husband died another brother and sister went to visit and ended up taking out about fifteen huge plastic bags filled with trash, junk, and garbage from her neglected home. Her first words to them were, "Welcome to the house of death." In later years she lived with another sister and her family in Omaha. Every time I saw her I would ask if there was anything I could do (and I meant it – if she would have asked I would have tried), but she would always reply that she was okay and didn't need anything. In the last ten years or so even talking sounded like hard work for her (I found myself wondering if she had had a lobotomy); her verbal skills were almost gone, and now (goddamn it) she wasn't even going to be buried in a nice dress.

My private prayer was for her to have something better, no matter where she may go. She paid dearly while she was here.

I sat in the pew with the pallbearers and giggled to myself when I remembered that Jack Kerouac had his first sex in a confessional. Of course with my views and considering what I have experienced I qualify as an apostate and a heretic. I looked up at those wonderful stained glass windows and imagined them imploding inward in a contrived vision of something akin to what may have happened in The Omen. One reason why I broke away is because I feel that if there really is a judgment, then I will have to stand alone for it. When Brian said, "You're all individuals," the ovine gathering below intoned, "Yes, we're all individuals," collectively, but that's not me. I actually try to live as one, and besides that, there's all that mystical stuff about me that my family doesn't want to go near. A feeling of superiority is not where I'm at; I don't see myself as anything but normal while the majority of others want to remain at a lower state where they may feel more secure (plus, couple that with the absence of the pain required as a necessary part of learning and changing). It might be more correct to say that I have to remain a free agent, ready to go wherever I am called (if I get a call). I could not and cannot attach myself to someone or something, at best equal to me or at worst of a lesser makeup. Sorry, Lyle, and I apologize to the Jewish people as well, but I had to be on my own and I could not stop seeking, learning, and changing to fit whatever I found.

Dad and Mom were Aries and Capricorn, two leader houses; their first four surviving children were male-Libra, female-Capricorn, male-Aries, and female-Cancer, covering all four of the leader signs.

Anna was the second one. She was eighty-two-and-a-half when she passed away, the same age as her older brother when he died.

The funeral was followed by my brother-in-law, Tom, taking me to the zoo on my birthday, the day after the services. It was a great time: the Omaha zoo is (for a city of that size) quite exemplary, and an all-day project to take in. My childhood was not pleasant; I cannot bring up a truly good memory. So I find myself thinking of other kids in this town, the ones who will not know of anything good or positive in their youth and it doesn't matter if all the children at the zoo were happy. Even in the middle of my good time I couldn't help but think of the children sitting on a run-down apartment stoop with nothing to do and no money to do it with.

So, after an (almost) heart attack–inducing trip back, I am once again back on Route 66. I wear a wet T-shirt in my repo trailer, with an indoor temperature above 92 as shown on the thermometer. It has been windy (as per usual) but has since died down; tonight I walk and look up at the cloud cover, hoping that it will rain…praying for the rain of John Fogerty and Bob Dylan, a biblical cleansing.

Thursday, July 31, 2014


There is a behavioral pattern that unites just about all the naysayers to the archetype of The Cowardly Lion: to those having something over him he is yellow, but if he is behaving at the behest of controllers, he becomes to us a lion. Which university professor will bite the hand that feeds him? Which member of the press will ask difficult questions if they aren't backed up by strong powers? Sometimes, though, one is different than that. For example, in the case of The Amazing Randi, because he has made a career of tricks and bamboozlement he assumes that anyone introducing something out of the norm must be in the same boat. However, include him in this: the people of this grouping will only attack that which is an easy target, one that is safe just as a lion in the wild preys upon the weak, the young, the old and the infirm. There are ruins of undersea civilizations at many places on the earth but they won't go into this category because it may lead back to Atlantis. And, if they seem to go into a sensitive area (such as 9/11), the deck will always be stacked, the game will be rigged; almost always there will be a stooge as opposed to the debunker who will bring up divergences that will be easy to refute. Think of the scoffers in this light: they rose to a high level by playing the game as it is; they excelled in the established system so, consequently, they have loyalties that bolster the present framework. Another unifying attribute is that there is no such thing as an open mind here. They live in an animal sort-of hierarchy; the only way they'll examine anything fairly is if it is somehow accepted by the upper levels of society – if the roosters standing over them in the barnyard mentality say it's okay then it must be so.

I can't cite an instance when any of these people introduced an original thought or presented an idea of something new. In their education they become performers, but a savant can – at the same time – be an idiot. They are against originality because this is an area of lack. If you try to introduce something new you're liable to get your words twisted; because of an overblown ego they'll try to ignore what you have come up with and, instead, talk only of me, my stuff, and me. What I suspect here is they have a nagging, background fear that eats at them: someday people may discover that they aren't real, that they are actors – therefore paid liars – merely playing a role.

Remember the high-school "in crowd"? These are the kind of people who have considerations other than the quest for truth and reality. Instead, they hold in high esteem acceptance and popularity.

In the shadows, away from our public eye, they are often whores, selling themselves to agents who remain unknown to us. This is one of the tools of the "Sons of Darkness." In the study of Roman history you'll come in contact with the system of Patron/Client; this is known as a cornerstone of their ancient civilization. This is not to be understood as being of that time only; in truth, it has been going on since Akkad and Sumer and it still is very much in operation today. The most useful tools for the handling-patrons are almost always bribery and coercion, such as blackmail, but the threat of the loss of something of value is also something that can be brought to bear. "If I get off the boat in this I could lose my job and be blackballed, and never be able to work again."

On the way to a specific case I want to say that the reason why Reich was so viciously persecuted was because he was getting too close: His Orgone theory of sexual energy touched upon rites and rituals involving orgies employing sexual magic that have been in use for thousands of years by the elite of the Earth. Forget Aleister Crowley; he was a disinformational agent, and there's a rule here: if a so-called antiestablishment person gets a lot of publicity it usually means that he or she is being handled and controlled. Suspects from my generation include Abbie Hoffman, Jerry Rubin, Gloria Steinem, and Jane Fonda.

In the film Eyes Wide Shut, Stanley Kubrick opened the curtain a little to show the public just a touch of what the elite sometimes do… And then he died. Now examine two of the films made by Roman Polanski: Rosemary's Baby and The Ninth Gate. The first is about bringing a spawn of Satan into the world, and the second is about a book that Satan, supposedly, co-authored. Realize that he was conveniently away when the murders occurred. His wife was Sharon Tate. The rumor is that the police found pornographic films in the house that featured (among others) Steve McQueen and Yul Brynner. After the event McQueen went abroad. This has to be taken in the context of the times; in the late '60s and early '70s pornography was exclusively controlled by underground elements, and in particular, the Mafia. During the trial it was said that at one point Manson turned and said that the La Biancas were purveyors of child pornography.

The young man murdered in the driveway, Steven Parent, was just in the wrong place at the wrong time; the hairdresser, Jay Sebring, was a drug dealer to the stars. (Again this goes back to underground criminal elements.) Abigail Folger was among the idle rich; she was there with her lover, Wytek Frykowski. In the world of filmmaking sometimes there is a disagreement, a falling out that can get people killed. See the strange cases of George Reeves and Marilyn Monroe.

Who benefits? There was a good reason for ordering Manson to have these people killed: Charlie was a fraud hippie, but if his gang did these things and got caught the media would see to it that the flower children would be given a bad name. The common people would associate the real hippies with this fake. The establishment could breathe easier now that they smeared all the gentle people.

A few years ago the prosecutor at the trial published a book about the JFK assassination. In it, for the most part, he debunked the critics and whitewashed the Warren Commission. After having him on his program Alex Jones said that he was a "know-it-all." I would add that this is a mentality not unlike that of cartoon character Eric Cartman on South Park. If you try to present any information different from his he may stick his fingers in his ears and say, "Yada-yada-yada, I can't hear you." It is not out of the question to strongly suspect that he had been approached by an agent who presented Mr. Bugliosi with an offer he couldn't refuse: if he would be a good boy he would get help with the writing and publishing of the book, but if he didn't go along a lot of damaging information would come out about the Tate/La Bianca murders, information that was damaging to him.

So be wary, be careful. Filter the presented information. Remain suspicious.

Friday, June 27, 2014

Half a Century Ago

Half a century ago:

There was hybridization and selective breeding, but no GMOs.

I was part of the largest demographic this country had ever seen; after WW II our forefathers really got down on it and produced The Baby Boom Generation. We had a strong influence upon American culture but were unaware of the fact, being caught up in our own world. Bombarded by sales pitches, often we were coaxed down incorrect paths that would lead to nothing, or to ends that would serve others. We were brainwashed into thinking that love was the answer for all of our ills when I was seventeen, but the radio in our barracks sometimes played songs that made me wonder if there weren't other parts of life at least as important if not of a greater meaning. Granted, one of my favorite ones in that summer of '64 was "Sealed with a Kiss" by Brian Hyland; it was a very romantic ballad that had a line I could identify with because of the impending date of our completion of training: "…meet in September, and seal it with a kiss." But there were other songs that did not toe the love line. In "It's All Over Now" Mick Jagger put out a message in keeping with those four words while Gale Garnett did a reprise of the Paris Cabaret scene of the late 1930s, wistfully singing, "We'll sing in the sunshine." Looking back, I'm glad that I had no one waiting for me. Strange mixture, in this de facto physical prison of the Navy I found feelings of emotional freedom that would have been diminished by having a girl on the outside.

With the Internet, today, many different versions of the truth can be quite a bit easier to find than they were in 1964, but I'm not sure if it's better now because there are scores of paid debunkers, whores who have as their employed task the job of ruining and destroying any and all evidences of establishment lying.

In that time of the summer virtually everything over the airwaves was A) the wrong stuff to want; B) lying; C) twisted; D) disinformation; E) deflections to something else; F) or focused in on some (safe) useless crap. And then came the Gulf of Tonkin Incident, the excuse to snuff out the lives of about 58,000 American kids (and a whole lot more Asian ones). We had been brought up in the age of "duck and cover," and the experience of the Cuban Missile Crisis was fresh in the minds of every one of the recruits in company 366. We had H-bombs over our heads; the Cold War was raging, and America had a very powerful sense of raison d'être. Each of us had to deal with this atmosphere as best we could individually. If one of us were to think about these influences too much it would not lead to any positive pattern. Concentrated on too much, the result could lead one to cynicism and even nihilism; I'm tempted to characterize this negative in the words of Mel Brooks, in what he said about the time in England when the tales of Robin Hood became popular: "When things were rotten." But there was also a negative we all knew about. It was conveyed to us by our parents, who told us, by their experiences, that what they had gone through in the Great Depression had been terrible. Things could be worse – by far. In 1958 the U.S. had gone through a mini recession. Vietnam would be the eventual answer, but at a great cost. "Okay junkie, I'll get you the dope" (and he would only need more later).

A package of cigarettes cost twenty-once cents at the Navy exchange and a little more than thirty cents in town. A cup of coffee at most diners was a quarter but at the same time my pay, as a Seaman Apprentice, was in the range of thirty-two dollars every two weeks (so what the hell). And as another economic comparison, the minimum wage back in Omaha was a dollar twenty-five an hour.

When I left my family there were three television stations there; baseball was much more popular than it is now, and reefer was something that those nasty Mexican gangs smoked out in Los Angeles. The lid was still very much on the specific details of the assassination of John Kennedy. It wasn't just me: I can't say that in following a lack of knowledge that bliss results, but in checking alcohol consumption statistics for Omaha I found that in the sixties the locals consumed a lot of booze. It was, perhaps, a sign of the times that a few kids I knew weren't totally sure that pro wrestling was faked.

Most of the people I knew attended religious services at least once in a while. And in the years leading up to the millennium (not just the sixties), to be labeled a homosexual was a terrible stain to have on one's character. One of the recruits in our company was that way for sure: sometimes, on Sundays he would decorate himself with pinned handkerchiefs and dance on our center-table. How he got in, I'll never know, but I do know that the straight sailors were gnawed at by unspoken fear, and I was one of the ones who were scared of being turned over.

In the summer of that year San Diego was overrun with young men in uniform. The atmosphere of the Hollywood Theater was marvelous; it allowed this green bunch of swabbies an opportunity to harken back to the burlesque entertainment of the '30s and '40s, when sexual inferences and slight nudity, with suggestions, were considered to be at least slightly dirty. I looked around at the rest of the audience and saw nothing but sailors in white. Then, some weeks later, while at my next duty station, I went down to Tijuana where the hookers taught me that there is such a thing as bad sex.

In the early part of the decade Newton Minow had coined the term "a vast wasteland" to describe television in general. The words were accurate. But even during this period of drivel there were at least two exceptions: I thought that Naked City and East Side/West Side brought to the home a few excellent presentations of drama. Taken as a block, in TV there was not much for me to miss while at the Naval Training Center, however reading was another matter. During training there was no time for this, except for the manuals whose content we were tested on. But when I got to the air squadron after training once again I dove into my personal study program by checking out John Updike and John Steinbeck books from the base library. Also, in town I bought a book written by Henry Miller. It was total garbage from cover to cover but as a seventeen-year-old, I liked it that he used the word fuck a lot. Cool, during this time I learned the correct pronunciation for vagina too. As I look back at myself I see a horny, lonely, and uneducated kid, usually a little pissed off about the whole thing.

Thursday, May 29, 2014

The Full Range of Music

It's impossible to appreciate the full range of music if one has a tin ear or is tone deaf in a frequency or two.

In other places I said that Libras tend to go through life with blinders on. I meant that in terms of the collective senses and not just the eyes. I also said that Isaac was a Libra and he was the tone setter for the sidereal age of Aries, approx. 2100 BCE – to sometime during the life of Jesus. And I pointed out that the book of kabballah called The Zohar says that Isaac was a harsh judge. Traditionally, the image for this house is of the statue of justice with scales or balances in one hand, but this is also the mind of the 8 to 9-year-old and the psyche is childish. Maybe the quote from Jack Nicholson is somewhat appropriate here: "You can't handle the truth" (at least not in totality).

What you become depends upon your focus. The proverb, "As a man so thinketh so is he" comes into play. I would say also that the better the mind is organized, reflecting the world as it truly is, the higher the intelligence. And high degrees of performance do not necessarily indicate intelligence; if they did we would all strive to become idiot savants. Carrying this out further, one thing all of us need to keep in mind is that you become and how you operate in your day to day determinations and judgments depends upon your focus, and at base root this first step of your innermost focus is akin to your own cornerstone; think of it as a first step in a long line of theoretical logic and realize that if any step of logic is incorrect in a string, everything after that becomes more wrong.

The spirit of Isaac produced the thinking process that resulted in the Jewish Torah. The system of sacred law was a work in progress (largely) up until the completion of the Babylonian Talmud, sometime after Mohammed came on the scene. Today there are still refinements but as a general rule they are minor adjustments.

Obviously a judge thinks enough of himself to believe that he can make judgments concerning people and situations. Childish or not, this attitude is a very necessary component in the make-up of human civilization. But this way can cause one with a set of deficient background data to think that he knows, when, in fact, he doesn't. And it is also problematic in that, if his base focus excludes related information the outcome of judgment can be skewed. Plus, we need to add: by the very nature of Law there can be no one pure. If a policeman were to observe you and I in our daily routines (without us knowing he was there) he would find a few misdemeanors and perhaps a felony or two every week. Rabbis will openly tell you that for a person to follow the Torah is impossible.


After the period of the Libra leadership Jesus the Capricorn came along. Every sidereal age comes in a beginning tailored to alleviate a problem that grew up toward the end of the last one. He brought a cure of sorts that added something while allowing for, still, a religious primacy to be afforded for the category of Sacred Torah. The problem of Torah carried out is that being under the law could mean being ever at fault. And, as the following gnostic passage indirectly relates, when you get in a category the definition will come as it excludes aspects of the wider truth and reality. Also, the defining spirit of the box will force you to accept the bad with the good; it'll restrict and limit your freedom and the choices that you may decide to make. (Which is basically okay for the childish mind; they want others to take the responsibilities while they may complain and gripe like little children.) The reactions to any constrictive philosophy are endemic in nature: what goes up must come down; for every positive there is a negative.

From The Testimony of Truth: "As for the Pharisees and the scribes, it is they who belong to the Archons who have authority [over them].

"For no one who is under the law will be able to look up to the truth for they will not be able to serve two masters. For the defilement of the law is manifest; but undefilement belongs to the light."

As I said in my book, most of the physical maladies mentioned in the new testament were probably psychosomatic, brought about by the people living in an atmosphere of harsh judgment, of others and themselves: if you "believed" you were guilty you may exact punishments upon yourself, but when Jesus presented the doctrine of the forgiveness of sin, if you "believed" you were forgiven then there was no need to punish yourself.

I find the basis to be amazingly wrong; this whole mess of the leadership of the white archon (of fear) beginning with Aries at about 4,200 BCE and ending with Capricorn at the beginning of the month of Aquarius can be summed up with the phrase, "If you ask the wrong questions it becomes nigh on impossible to get the right answers." Small minded and childish systems of naming, pigeonholing and labeling are easy to adhere to for the immature mind but they do a terrible disservice: while they had power to exert themselves during the periods of their rule and could force the rest of us to believe it or else, there was no place for amorphous change. With Jesus this is true also: its either (barn) this, or it is (barn) that, defined, fixated, unchangeable and set in stone with no compromise (I'll beat you up first).

Now take a look at the swirling atom, or our own solar system; the galaxies are ever in motion as is the blood in your own veins. THERE IS NOTHING IN THE UNIVERSE THAT IS PERMANENT!

The reality of your life is like this: you may be a fireman, for example, but you aren't that – even in the years of your active employment – all the time. In fact, the majority of your time is spent in other activities than what your work requires. Rather than the small-minded box definition of what you are, there are many other descriptive terms that could be applied to you as well and they would be just as valid. And as far as the law goes, the mature mind KNOWS what is right and what is wrong. It is only the unlettered and less intelligent, or those that hold themselves back to an easier (professionally dumb and stupid) level to deal with in life. The normal rest of us should not have to suffer for the three or four kids in class that are of lesser abilities.

I have to think that there is a deeper level of this: behind it is a fear of having to learn because learning requires a period of adjustment in order to incorporate the new data; it hurts to find out that you are wrong (and admit it) and then comes the discomfort of changing yourself to make yourself more correct. But the standard, believing monotheist doesn't have to do this: he is right no matter what.

The answer that Jesus provided was wrong too but it went down a different path of wrong. It involved Capricorn trips to fantasy land using belief as an escape from a tortuous existence. (We're looking at a result of torture-programming and the Stockholm syndrome here.) His was a fractured personality, even in the face of the true God of oneness. Statements involved with not letting one hand know what the other is doing are indicative of darkness, not light. "In my father's house are many mansions" is another showing divisionism, and if that's not enough how about, "I bring a sword of division?" At the least this is a multi-faceted being but with that comes many separated parts. At the least this is Dissociated identity disorder and at the worst we are looking at Schizophrenia. I take it that it was the latter, but controlled enough to become a figurehead for a religion that extolled mental illness, much as tribal man usually views the crazy man as having a spirit from God. Actually there is another category, that of a schizophrenegenic, that probably fits, in that these are the rare kinds of people who can actually cause others to hallucinate and see things that aren't really there.

So in the face of what I perceive to be wrong, how should we conduct ourselves? This starts with a self-evident declaration: In the overall scheme of things we are as insignificant as an ant. To put on a cloak of arrogance and think that the actual creator of the universe would heed anything about us is pure blasphemy. And in the same mindset is that of the less able among us who latch onto some religion or philosophy and, thereby, think they know all that they need. Your blessings mean very little and your curses mean (perhaps) even less. Your systems of categorization are contrived lies made up so as to make a (true and real) very complicated universe conform to your notions of how it all should be so as to serve you and your childish mind. But a good place to start is with each other: be ready to extend to each other the freedom-to-be in all dealings that you are able. We all need to take each other as we appear to be, moment to moment, at face value without stuffing the other guy in some block definition. And give room for improvement; there is none of us that are the same as when we made our last mistake.

In conversations with believers I find that they will always try to drag us into how they define things. In the Navy once I said to a Libra, Christian sailor that carbon dating shows the bible to full of beans (I had not learned the alternate explanations related to the infant in the womb at that time) but he countered with, "Okay, so that's what you believe." I didn't get the tactic at first. It took me years to figure out that in this case "belief" is not the right word. It is a misrepresentation because radiocarbon dating can be checked, tested, proved, compared and verified – but you can't do any of that with some guy walking on water. About five years ago I tried this explanation on another Christian, Libra man. He made a face of displeasure as he held his hands out, palms down, in a symbolic act of trying to push the distasteful information down. From this I came away thinking that (once again) truth and reality do not matter to the monotheistic believer. Everything is a continuous stream of tactics designed for them to not to have any reason to learn anything else. Everything is a game, they live within a lie so as to make it seem that they win and you lose. The know-everything arrogance is a ploy they use so as to be parasites sucking off of you; you get stuck in a position of having to prove yourself right (while they don't have to prove anything) and when you do they may adopt what you have it but only after handing out much grief and insulting arguments; the game is that it is they who stand in superiority, behaving as the establishment Morlocks do: hanging back in their caves, sucking in real people and then devouring all they have while (usually) misunderstanding and getting all they gain wrong. Real and normal people have nothing to gain in this lopsided, unfair game. It is you who will take the responsibility of change upon your shoulders; in that way the lower grades of humanity can rise without having to actually learn (and take on the pain and discomfort of change).

The most important point of my overall presentation has to do with the resurrection of temple observances conducted at sacred sites. The spiritual matrix of mankind has many tactics that it can use to prevent change. If what I have to offer does become more widespread there is no doubt that any and all of their tools will be used against it. As an example, they will bribe and (or) blackmail their whoreagents that will do or say anything they are ordered to do or say, e.g., Paul of Tarsus. Then, down the line, if they can't out-and-out destroy it they will co-opt it and (or) corrupt it in any way they can. (I do fervently hope that temple observances that I recommend will allow for a milder, more understanding mindset between people. To come to the ancient understanding of Osiris means a wedding of science and religion. It's quite possible that the present-day human is unable to do this. But in opposition to this concern, however; it seems that I am surrounded by people that think they are, at least, like (and equal to) me, if not superior, while I must be a moron. In terms of Apocalypse (no, I still haven't given up hope for this; maybe I should) I certainly hope to organize a true weeding of the garden so all of this ilk will have the opportunity to prove their higher abilities (of course Samson knew he was going to die too; it's just that, out of his hatred and anger, he didn't give a damn). We've all heard the expression, "You can't get there from here;" perhaps by the use of the temple rites we will find an intermediate path that will allow us to actually "get there." Maybe the future will find people beyond permanent boxes of uncompromising branding. But in the meantime the normal is surrounded by parasites.

We all need to learn this: l am all those things you have called me, and I am none of those things you have called me.

Tuesday, May 20, 2014

Facing Up to the Establishment

In the course of the last three sidereal months there have been many who honestly sought to better the emotional and sociological systems of man. As I have noted in my studies, the changes resulting from reformers efforts have been minimal and from the view of the common man, far too expensive for any of that level to attempt. I believe that one of the unspoken messages of Christianity is that to implement any real sociological change requires that the crusader be crucified; only after his death will the inheritors consider and (possibly) implement any of his suggestions.

When my father's ancestors went to church in the early colonies they sat in divided areas. In today's terms we may think of them as cubicles with shortened walls. True, not all congregations were seated in this way. But how much of a percentage were in pews is impossible to say. Really though, I am not seeking to discuss the social structure of the pilgrims and puritans so much as I wish to delve into the concept of revolution. However, the subject of the first settlers to North America is a good place to start since they were, by their very nature, revolutionaries.

What happened? Much like children in opposition to their parents, they created something at least as restrictive as what they left, and to emphasize, I wish to point out that those church cubicles I mentioned were symbolic of cattle pens, holding areas where the beasts can be kept until they are slaughtered. (In our lives are we not all marking time in preparation for our own ends?) But something happened to my father's paternal line in the late 1800s. Apparently my grandparents did not agree with the established religious systems. My grandmother had a large family Bible but the family did not attend church. Along with many of the signees of the Declaration of Independence and the Constitution they were termed Deists.

Fast-forward to my generation of "Baby Boomers" that came into being after WW II; as a member of that grouping, my experience with all forms of salesmanship as propounded by the divisions of the establishment was that of being overwhelmed by far too many voices pounding my psyche with an overabundance of choices. It was that all the voices of leadership wanted me to buy into what they were selling, either economically or by getting me to at least believe in their message. The textbooks at school did that – along with teachers – and so did the various sects of Christianity, my elders, and parents. The music I listened to wanted me to buy records; my own peers sought to have me take their side in disagreements; television assaulted me with commercial advertisements; the news gave viewpoints that I was supposed to accept; and of course, the politicians continually strove to get all the people they could garner into their camp. (How unfair of it all: to attack ignorant little kids, those innocents naïve and pliable; are we not looking at a form of child molestation?) Of course at the time I did not know that all issues, pro or con, only received publicity if they had handlers behind the scenes directing the moves of the spokesmen. (Yes, I know that I started by referring to religion and shifted gears to Vox Populi, but if the reader will fairly consider, he may see that there is a mass human perception that can unite both areas.)

It is true that America has politically changed. Some of it was for the good and much was not. Direct voting for U.S. Senators was something the founders were against because with the decisions being made by the state houses the process was difficult to corrupt. (Now it is far too easy.) I have never been able to find anyone who was against the Statue of Liberty being sent here from France (with the secret society Prieuré de Sion behind the curtain). Maybe they didn't get it, that it was a Trojan Horse and with figurative immigrant warriors inside it would eventually bring down this country. And does no one else see that, if such a thing as the Pledge of Allegiance is mandated it reaches out to restrict the citizens' freedom a little more? Finally, "In God We Trust" is blasphemous – if Jesus's action of driving out the money changers from the temple precinct is to be believed – because it is stamped on American coins and written on paper dollars; it is the act of mixing God and mammon.

In the sixties and to a lesser extent the seventies change, evolution, and revolution were espoused by many popular music groups. They were ALL lying. And this can be written in stone as a tenet of how the old matrix of man used to work: when you repeat a lie often enough you will believe it yourself. I doubt if any of those musicians would admit that they worked in the field so as to make money. No, of course not; they (each) had a cause (so they said). And it becomes near to impossible for a thirteen- to twenty-year-old kid to see that they were lying because the disseminators of the lies did believe in what they said and did so fervently. "We can change the world," sang Crosby, Stills & Nash, but all that really changed was their perceptions of the world, courtesy of all the drugs they ingested.

We, the target of all this, were suffocating, buried under mounds and mounds of bulishit that was dumped on us from all quarters. Most people don't see that Jerry Rubin and Abbie Hoffman were provocateurs, hired and directed by FBI agents (such as Agent Hosty, the handler of Lee Harvey Oswald). The average guy can't see the game of using people such as Al Sharpton and Louis Farrakhan. The Tsar's secret police used the same tricks. In 1905 Joseph Stalin's gang blew up the oil fields in southern Russia because he was ordered to by the big money powers of the Earth, such as J. D. Rockefeller. Communism and Nazism would have never come into being without the help of the shadow government. All of these so-called Anarchists with masks are whores in the employ of the inner powers. Their job is to turn peaceful demonstrations into violent affairs. Saul or Paul of Tarsus served the high priest at Jerusalem in the same way. In my book I point out that Billy Graham was elevated to a high station in the public eye by being promoted by William Randolph Hearst. People may laugh when they see pages of old catalogs, but their laughter blinds them to the fact that all sorts of figurative elixirs and snake-oil remedies are still being sold today. A portion of callers to talk show programs are shills, paid actors coached and well rehearsed, and the rest of the callers are strictly screened.

At bedrock, here's the deal: the reason why people will allow lies to continue is because they are often nice in their makeup, safer than truth, can be far more entertaining, and can fulfill the nature of wishful thinking that the majority may want to believe (even though there's no proof). "If Walter Cronkite said it, then it must be true."

No one wants to be the bad guy who will tell kids between five and ten that the Easter Bunny, Santa Claus, and the Tooth Fairy are all lies, even though this is the time of life when the lying program begins. Adults are reluctant, perhaps afraid that they'll turn the children into cynics. It is a terrible situation here in that almost nothing can be believed at face value; there are always alternate explanations, each a slight danger to the political or religious establishment.

Thursday, May 15, 2014

Some Geometry and Vibes

Of the twelve ruins of temples, hundreds of kilometers apart between Greece and Turkey, there are four directions and four colors associated; three temples point to the east and the yellow races, three lead to the north and the white races, three direct to the west and the red races, and the last three connect to the black peoples of the south. To complicate matters, there is a brown offshoot that connects to the tenth sphere of Virgo. This giant Maltese cross says virtually the same thing as the ancient swastika as it points to the four cardinal points. Also, if you look at the four equidistant pyramids at Cydonia (located at what has been called "Downtown" on Mars), you may imagine that there are four entryways that all point to the four directions. In this system the constructions or archons are the three-, four-, five- (called pyramids) and the six-sided patterns, mostly found on the Earth and Mars. Mathematically they are connected to the nucleotides in cell structure, with the fifth (or brown) being of the sometimes used uracil.

Arthur C. Clarke's 2001: A Space Odyssey presented the theory of aliens influencing man's evolution with vibes coming from giant monoliths, all shaped like dominoes. I believe that the concept is true but according to what I have come in contact with, the system is far more complicated than the author envisaged.

The two-part headdress of Pharaoh was white and red. Jacob pulled a trick using powers over his father-in-law Laban (levan in Hebrew means white) so as to increase his flocks. When he met up with Esau, he was deathly afraid (the blood ran from his face, making it ashen white) for his brother had reason to kill him for stealing his birthright. This is what exerted mystical power over his offspring, compelling them to go to Egypt. When Esau was born he was ruddy. Red all over is what this means.

The colors of the horses of the apocalypse are white, red, black, and then the pale (which I see as the ashes of aftermath). In the normal progression yellow should be the first but it is left out and, instead, we may interpret a going over of the cliff to reach the pale horse. The horse is one of the astrological totems of the Libra. Their internal age is nine years old, connected to the words of John Lennon, "Number nine, number nine, number nine." When the sequence starts we may very well look for a nine-year period for each horse (either that or a four-and-a-half year term for each one if each color only represents a half of a horse).

In Leviticus there is a negative color progression of the skin ailments spoken of: first comes white, then if it gets worse red is the next color, and then the black is listed as the worst. The Roman historian, Tacitus, said  it was his understanding that when the Hebrews came out of Egypt they were plagued by skin ailments, and from the focus upon a cure for such in the Bible I suspect this to be true. (It's interesting to note that at Moshav Chatseva, halfway between the south end of the Dead Sea and the Gulf of Eilat, the volunteer – but not the members or their children – were plagued by sores on their feet.) After I moved to work in Eilat mine cleared up after two or three weeks, but some of the foreign workers were far more affected than I was, and the sores on my feet were bad enough. . . a flesh-eating bacterium is the suspect.

In terms of emotional influence I see the yellow as reticence (or cowardliness), white as fear, the red as anger, the black as hatred. The twelve spheres follow the normal progression of a human life from
infant in the womb to the last period on a deathbed. The progression is yellow – Aquarius, Gemini, and Leo; white – Aries, Libra, and Capricorn; red – Cancer, Taurus, and Sagittarius; black – Virgo, Pisces, and Scorpio. The astrological view is one of Ezekiel's wheels, but there is a difference between the leadership spheres in mankind and the effect of the constellations in the heavens. Above, we are coming out of Pisces but the leader was Jesus the Capricorn. Now were going to the Aquarius constellation but the leader will be Cancer/John-the-Baptist at sphere seven following Capricorn/Jesus at sphere six. The progression of the astrological spheres of leadership follow that of the milestones (or ages) of normal attributes of a human life while the constellations in the sky form a backdrop or stage from which the leadership manifests itself. And the influences in the sidereal progression are opposite to the monthly attributes of the twelve houses of astrology here on Earth. Here, from coming out of Pisces (primarily in March) we should be going into Aries (mostly in April), but this wheel of Ezekiel is opposite, as if the one in the sky is huge and the one for the astrological months here is much smaller and geared in an opposite manner.

Plato said that the dominant colors of Atlantis were white, red, and black. The flag of Nazi Germany was white, red, and black. Some mystics say that one of Hitler's goals was the resurrection of Atlantis.

Friday, May 9, 2014

Belief, Learning, and the Trap of Evil

"An average person uses 5% of his brain in his lifetime" —Albert Einstein. "Blessed are the meek for they shall inherit the earth" —Jesus. (I have stated those two sentences as near to each other because they both have a built-in convenience: how nice and accommodating for the proponent that neither one can be proven.) Then, in terms of how the leadership of the earth beats us over the head with their vested interests we have the statement, "It doesn't matter what you say; it's how often you say it" —Abbie Hoffman. And in terms of the totalitarian mind, "The bigger the lie, the more they'll believe it" —Adolf Hitler. And continuing in this vein, the average German soldier captured at the end of World War II would tell his captors that Poland attacked them and (thus) began the war. Jesus said that "All things are possible to him that believeth," but from Einstein we have "Blind belief in authority is the enemy of truth," and it has been my observation in life that reality and truth are God, and if you aren't very careful about where you tender your belief you will be nothing more than a tool to the establishment, a sheep in the program of shepherds and sheep begun by the first secret societies of Akkad and Sumer. And lest we think that this is somehow in the past or the problem belongs somewhere else, I am not content to leave this off without saying that the average American voter still thinks that they do have some say-so in the election process; and some still think that there are men buried in the concrete of Hoover Dam.

I went for a coffee yesterday, told the woman behind the counter I wanted two cream and two sweeteners in it and she immediately turned to another and said one cream and two sweeteners. The day before, I bought a newspaper using a twenty and had to give a dollar back to the lad as he had undercharged me by that much. The common people can be viewed from the perspective of Otto, the main character of the film Repo Man, when he said, "Yeah, well I don't read them books." About one billion people believe that some guy walked on water and about another billion think that another guy ascended up through the seven heavens on the back of his horse. "Hey, did you hear the one about the lady who put her miniature poodle in her microwave?" Vincent Bugliosi wrote a large book that, for the most part, agrees with whatever the Warren Commission said. He is not alone: I know of a teacher with a master's degree who thinks that Oswald was the man. (Anybody remember Treasure of the Sierra Madre? "Evidence? We don't need no stinkeeng evidence.")

We have been and are in a time when the biblical "Sons of Darkness" rule. Reality is seen as bad, something to flee from: go to a movie, get a bottle, smoke a joint, exercise, have sex (but you'll be BAD if you do). Truth is unattainable for most people: There are many on the Internet and on Television and on Radio who are paid to lie, muddy up, obfuscate and make it impossible to discern with normal human senses what is real here. In the place of a search for truth we are offered an emotional tirade; both sides yelling at each other, reminiscent of the two kids on South Park, "Why don't you go back to San Francisco with all the other Jews?"

"There aren't any Jews in San Francisco!"

There are provocateurs and fake anarchists at demonstrations, paid to get violent so the cops can beat up the peaceful protestors. About 99% of spokespeople and news reporters are told what to say and then they say it. They are non-sexual whores. There are evidences of flying saucer technologies being (at least) explored by the Nazis toward the end of World War II; there are no evidences whatsoever that tie the sightings to other dimensions or worlds. The evidences presented by engineers concerning 9/11 lead us to believe that the buildings were brought down by the use of explosives for a controlled demolition…the news outlets won't go there. The burning of the rain forests continues apace; species of plants and animals go extinct every week, overpopulation of man strips the earth of natural resources: nothing of this is covered in the news anymore. Now add Fukushima: flight crews are starting to feel the effects of the extra radiation; the whole of the Northern Pacific might very well become a giant dead zone, but the average person doesn't have to be concerned, nor does he want to be; he is content to live in ignorance, dumbness, and stupidity.

Some believe that the moon landing was faked. Some believe that the moon landing was genuine. According to NASA the monuments of Cydonia are mere tricks of light and shadow. But some people see the mathematical connections and understand them as real, being manufactured by an ancient race. However, the point of all this litany I am engaged in is to point out that in an age of darkness, in a time when darkness reigns supreme its proponents and servants win when an atmosphere of discord and aggression in controversial stances is the norm (without any ending achievable). When the storm is done, when the yelling stops and people forget what the fuss was about, the vile, most-evil scum at the top will INVENT new issues to argue about. The heart of divisionism beats here. And it is a paradox, a conundrum that has people in a state of confusion: "A house divided against itself cannot stand." Now step outside the box, and think: Christianity has scores of sects that disagree vehemently as opposed to each other and yet the whole mess has been standing for many, many centuries. It is also in the nature of paradox that, when we all stop believing the myth of the end of the world as written in the Bible, when we stop believing the boy who cries wolf then it is quite possible that the wolf will come.

There's a trash picker in town, a dumpster diver who is sure that he knows everything that is worth knowing. Taking his place alongside the arrogant radio preachers, Earl has it all figured out: as long as a front of anger, aggression and the irrationality of the "True Believer" is maintained, the truly dumb and stupid can find a wonderful world of Disney's Fantasy Land to live in.

To maintain the power of darkness, high levels of fear must be maintained. This is where many of the dire warnings (projected lies, really) of the Bible come into play. The fear/rumor mill helps: in boot camp we were scared of that square-needle-in-the-left-nut shot that we'd been warned about, and of the saltpeter that was sure to make our penises all flaccid for life.

Learning requires mistakes. In a universe where there is as much positive as negative there is no way to learn without sin. For the most part it is best to learn from other people's mistakes but, sorry to say, that cannot be done for everything. The way in which monotheism (not just Christianity) seeks to move people to the dumbness and stupidity of darkness is to remind them of all their missteps and require of them a lifetime of wallowing in repentance with no end in sight. Learning becomes too dangerous so it's best if you just stay away from it, unless it is authorized by an establishment that uses it as a tool.

Not everything in The Scriptures is a lie: the animals of Ezekiel's wheels go out and then they return. To learn you must step outside of yourself, return with the new that you have garnered, and then you must internalize it, incorporate and digest (that is, if you want to transcend the lying, emotionalism, and darkness).

Tuesday, April 8, 2014

Two More Ideas

On the road to a resurrection of the technologies and the religious mindset that constituted the united body of the ancient knowledge of Osiris maybe the best way to open the door is to present something that will lead to the usage of the human-invented ninth crystal of ice.

As I began to work at an electronics factory producing chemical test metering equipment I was thrown for a loop to find out that there was such a thing as semi-conductive glass. The classes that I had attended in the US Navy had never mentioned such a thing but I found out that the pH probes of one of our meters was made of this, so I embarked upon a self-imposed study program. Not that I discovered other uses for semi-conductive glass but I did learn that the process of semi-conduction was made possible by certain areas of influence within the material, termed cations (positive) and anions (negative). Then, not being satisfied with that, I considered that if the overall glass could be made to be biased in one direction the possibilities existed for diodes and transistors as well as solar energy collectors. I present this as an idea for further research. Anyone wishing to carry this out further could experiment, placing melted, semi-conductive glass in a magnetic field and (or) a capacitive field and then cooling it to harden, after which, tests can be conducted to see if a bias has been formed.

Capacitors can be used to store energy. A repairman is taught to keep one hand in his pocket while troubleshooting any high powered electrical equipment, and short to ground all significant points he can find even as it is turned off. Working with one hand, at least, will help to prevent any circuit through the heart if zapped by any stored energy, but sometimes – apparently for no particular reason – the tech can still be hit with juice that is stored in capacitors within the equipment.

Capacitors are easy to build. All it takes is two plates insulated from each other, one connected to the positive and one side to the negative circuit. And, they can be very inexpensive to fabricate: a person could collect empty soft drink cans, cut off the tops and bottoms and then make a slit up the side. The resultant plate could then be pounded flat. On the longest edge farthest away from the worker one corner could be cut off and the other corner away could have a small hole punched in it. The plate to plate insulation could be provided by something as cheap and simple as two sheets of scrap newspaper with a thin layer of lacquer sprayed between the plates and the paper. The plates would be alternated (hole left, cut corner right, then cut corner left, hole right, etc.) and then pressed together. A braided copper wire would be strung through the holes, left and right, and then a crimp would be made every three plates (or so) so as to provide a connection between plates and copper wire. Then would come testing so as to verify good insulation; and then the finished capacitor could be placed in a plastic tub snugly, perhaps with insulating "peanuts" around it, and then a lid fastened on.

This is not high tech; I can see small cottage industries, no more (necessarily) than large garages working to make these capacitors. I wish to draw the reader's attention to the desert areas of the world. These have some places perfect for solar and wind energy conversion systems. And in specificity, since I am writing this in the American Southwest there are sites excellent for this idea, in particular the Indian Reservations.

Besides rapid energy loss, when compared to chemical batteries, there's a problem associated with capacitive storage in that, when you tap into it the output of electric energy wants to come out like lightning. I know that this has been tried; the technology of making voltage and current regulators using present day silicon components can make the overall system prohibitive in cost. That's why I started this paper out be referring to semi-conductive glass. I believe that the engineers need to think along that line for a while (and, while I'm at it, not just by wind or by solar energy collectors but also by the solar steam generation of electricity, as being demonstrated in the Negev Desert).

Aluminum is not a very good conductor but in household applications the stored energy doesn't have to be tremendously efficient, and with the low cost of the capacitors it could still work well enough. Even if the electricity is drained at around sunrise each day the electricity provided would be a boon to many people in desert areas of the world. (See the book Small Is Beautiful.) Regarding finance, small, low interest loans could be made to individuals (or co-ops of multiple units) here in this area, from Tribal Finances. The installation and maintenance of this technology would give rise to another regional economic boost and should serve as another incentive; the training of people to perform the fabrication, installation and maintenance can be viewed as another positive in terms of further education.

THE SECOND IDEA: A few years ago I became fascinated to learn of Professor John Hutchinson's experiments. As a former Radioman this kind of field, using frequencies to bombard base materials, is right up my alley. ("There is nothing in the universe that can't be understood in terms of vibration and frequency." –Nikola Tesla.) When I heard that there were two tech-reps from Washington that visited the Canadian explorer my ears perked up, but one was interviewed on Coast to Coast AM and said that while it was true that the strange outcomes could be arrived at using the professor's methods, they (themselves) could not duplicate; it appeared that the mind/brain waves of Dr. Hutchinson were affecting the outcome.

At this I bristled: couldn't they see that the point of the thing was right in front of their faces?

I wrote the professor and asked him to record his own brain waves as a successful demonstration was being carried out. I reasoned that, if played back remotely, the same desired outcomes could be achieved. And then I went (perhaps) much further than any man of science would be able to consider: I sought to direct him to one of the greatest problems of mankind on this earth, the fact of the buildup of nuclear waste; and with this in mind I requested that he obtain some of that waste, mix it with ordinary dirt and then subject it to the bombardment of frequencies that were part and parcel of "The Hutchinson Effect." Okay, probably nothing would happen, but since I believe that human brain waves can be used to modulate other frequencies it's at least possible that a guild of people could be trained to neutralize this dangerous waste.

The scientist's normal reaction (like a scalded cat): Oh My God! Weird Science! Get out of here!

He replied with three words, "Who are you?" And with those words, communicated that without a standing in the scientific community I was a nothing and a nobody and (of course) he would not take action on anything I recommended.

Wednesday, March 19, 2014

The Egg

In this paper I wish to communicate the Derdekea(s) to people collectively as well as to the individual. This is an Aramaic word. In the gnostic, Nag Hammadi Library, the beginning words of the codex titled, The Paraphrase of Shem are: "[The] paraphrase which was about the unbegotten spirit."

"What Derdekea(s) revealed to me, Shem, according to the will of the majesty."

The referred to unbegotten spirit is an entity, a body of vibrations and frequencies we all go through while we are in the wombs of our mothers. As I have said in other places, the number of Vud-hey plus Vav-hey is twenty-six, and this—in its sound as an acronym—is accorded the exalted place of being the most holy of holy names in the bible. Tied to this is the string theory that accounts for twenty-six dimensions, and (further) this leads to the number of letters in Hebrew and Aramaic, with their primary letters being twenty-two in number, related to the total of dimensions in the higher orders, while there are four ending letters (called "Sofit") that connect to the dimensional references in our world of height, width, depth and time. And still there is one more caveat: there is actually a fifth ending letter, the Pey Sofit, which is a translator sitting between the higher and lower orders. It is shaped like an outline of a fetus. This letter speaks of the unborn, of the time when we were awash in the vibrations of the totality. It was at this point in our development that we were in a halfway state, neither of the higher or lower worlds but (in paradox) tied to each. But, while many sages have tried to come to a higher level of awareness through the phenomenon of transcendence, using meditation, it is extremely hard to understand prenatal existence; after the trauma of birth we forgot.

The meaning of Derdekea(s) is raindrop, and can mean the collective rain at the same time.

Picture all of our individual souls as raindrops. We are discrete and physically separated but, behaving like glass beads, we can also act as prisms and lenses, and serve to transfer light. Here's the arrangement I saw: it is as if, in our short lives, we fall near to a great light. Next time you see a street lamp in the rain take note of the secondary radiance, a few feet out from the lamp; that is a product of the raindrops near to the source light and the raindrops act as little lenses. There is a collective glow to mankind, but as philosophers far wiser than I have said, "But we are not of the light;" no, the light belongs to the supreme source, even as we carry a spark of divinity within we are merely borrowing it for the duration of our short terms on this planet. And as far as we individually go, remember that according to kabbalah the maker broke the vessels that held the light, freeing it to go where it would. Some souls have much (some raindrops are very near the source) some have a little light (being farther away) and some have none at all. While the arrangement of the raindrops can mentally resonate it comes from the world of the inanimate. If we wish to relate it to something of life we can observe the Weeping Willow tree. Some of the branches are closer to the trunk than others and some are larger. At the same time that we are like raindrops (as our souls) our beings also resonate with a tree of the Garden of Eden, the Weeping Willow.

All this leads to the first sphere in the arrangement of the twelve, the house of Aquarius, the sidereal month that we are entering. The first is resonant to the infant in the womb; it ties to the first circle at the Cydonia monuments on mars, a picture of an Eiderdown Duck's nest, with the tetrahedron on the edge being symbolic of an egg. Each of the twelve presents a signpost in a normal human life. The first sphere is of the earth, the body where new life is being born at all times, while the twelfth one is the sun, the body that presents itself to the universe as a body that is always in the act of dying. This house is known as the water-giver; the fetus is surrounded by water; the last thing that happens before the actual birth is that mom's water breaks. Planet earth has about the same percentage of water on its surface as a human body. The time in the womb begins as we are an egg; the surface of the earth is made of tectonic plates, like floating parts of broken parts of an eggshell. The infant in the womb is a clean slate so it follows that the age we are entering could conceivably involve a process of erasure for most of mankind's systems and methods.

Thursday, March 6, 2014

The Problems of Man and This Planet

The problems of man and this planet are not difficult to recognize. They are many and appear to be coming together to an end possibly resembling something between an earth-wide denuded Easter Island and the ecological disaster area that is Guam. Still though, even with the evidences being what they are, the vast majority of people go about their business, figuratively digging into a hillside for the resources they can get. Collectively they know, the better part of humanity fully understands that what they are doing is unsustainable and will eventually result in a huge collapse, but the digging continues. And even as there is a highly educated minority trying to find a solution, because they are opposed by numbers far greater than theirs and especially because a real cure will involve taking some drastic actions, only stop-gap measures of a temporary nature are applied.

Man tries to mitigate his negative impact on the earth but this is rather like an addict taking an array of pills rather than going cold turkey. Here's a fundamental law: When man seeks to add to his efforts in an attempt to help or assist nature, in the long run everything will only get worse. Collectively, humans are the uneducated and inept sorcerer's apprentice. In our present zeitgeist the evidences seem to be overwhelming: nothing is working toward a positive for Homo sapiens; he continues to operate in the same mindset, even though its systems show themselves not able to offer any other ideas. So programmed is he that he will attack revolutionary ways and will reject them out of hand without testing, checking or verifying any proposal that might be even slightly out of the box. Insanity. But added to that is a metaphysical and religious evil that is welded to the veneration of darkness. The practitioners know of no caste; those of orthodox religion and the ones of science fit right in with the masses. In Platoon Chris cites a quote: "Hell is the impossibility of reason." I would add that it is now a place where emotionalism overpowers logic. The enemy is exasperating because of the tactics and tricks employed instead of a desire to implement the truth. The people of darkness find it easy to attack the light with a negative set of how people fee/.

In this paper I want to present a possibility based upon the biblical holiday of Succoth, or Feast of the Booths. A booth can be a resonant cavity and, therefore, can be tuned in size so as to communicate with other, more powerful and useful frequencies. The microwave oven works by tuning the size of its waves to the water molecule and then vibrates it, producing heat in the material placed inside. This is an example of vibratory resonance. Another is the piano tuning fork: if you vibrate a b-flat one and then put it in close proximity to another of the same size, you can then put the first one down and hear the same tone out of the second one because of its passive resonance to the first vibrating one.

The Cornerstone of Creation

Most of the traditional monotheistic drive is about an attempt to divert responsibility by way of having a plausible excuse. No matter, whatever you do, the highest authority says that you will be at fault. The God of the Bible says that it's not his problem; I guess I gotta hurt you again. There's always an excuse for punishment; there's always an excuse for not following up on any positive promises. And, at the same time, the adherent tells this god that it's his fault, his responsibility.

This gets everyone nowhere; the source of Aries war: (two six year olds in a playground argument: Is too. Is not. Is too. Is not.). To grow up, to transcend higher than a previous age of immaturity we need to conform to the universe as it is, not as how you would like it to be. (This may be a good place for a cornerstone, a beginning ethos for the sidereal month to follow.)

The rest of the powers do not know what good or evil is. Positives and negatives do not necessarily have any meaning outside of how they echo and reflect to the other powers. A kabballist knows this to be true: Power can be garnered using good, but (I would say that) in an age where the negatives reign supreme the attribute of the good suffers from a contrived, incorrect definition. And, going further, it probably is a manifestation of childishness that so many people are obsessed with the search for the good. This is a trap. Over and over the proofs have historically repeated: When it comes to finding any essence of God the good you can't get there from here, and if you try the outcome will be delusion caused by irrationality and wishful thinking. Of negative powers are the fake, the fraud and the phony. They require that the proponent live in a world of lying and thereby require the seeker to live in the same world. As an example of this, look to all of the radio and television evangelists. They may get people to feel better about themselves but this is what escaping from reality by the use of dwgs or alcohol or the invention of a fairy-tale world can do. As it is now, from the top of all establishment organs, lies are invented. Then new lies are concocted to cover up for previous lies. The ideal for the powers of darkness is an environment of pure torture. In that atmosphere people will run from the God of Reality to a contrived, happy-land. CoId truth: Ultimate truth doesn't care how you feel. At the end of this sidereal age of Pisces we are all in an extremely dark pit, a nadir that we have descended to over the course of the last hundreds of thousands of years. From this terrible place of darkness I think I can see a handhold here and there. So, even though what I write may be rank speculation, still I will tell of it since I know that nothing that comes from the top can be trusted in this age we are in. Not for me or mine—it is too late for most of us—but for others to check, test, and verify-or-refute.

There is a line from the easternmost monument at Cydonia, a line of the sunrise about four hundred and fifty thousand years ago, this line on mars was achieved as it reached on the day of the summer solstice from the tetrahedron on the crater rim (farthest to the upper right; known in its time as the House of The Rising Sun, or The First Circle) to the four, equidistant pyramids (Called the Red Cross, The Red Square, or sometimes, The Grinder or molar) at downtown, city center. The perfection of the powers of Cydonia pushed along the evolution of Homo erectus on earth at approximately the same time.

It's not a question of chicken or egg, of first or last; in this case both united and became one. In 2001: A Space Odyssey, Arthur C. Clarke introduced the idea of a large, stone monolith as the frequency-generating device. The basis is correct, but it is an oversimplification. Reality is like this: No matter where you start, you will always be in the middle. Complicated, but there are some paths to take.