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A Treatise On The Current Plague and The Mythical Mayhem of 2020 ~ And what Thou must do to Savior Self

Hark Humans! Fear not. Beknown of reality. We are dynamos of energy and potential. Individually we are powerful beyond any imagining. United we are unstoppable.

WE ARE ALL ESSENTIAL!

Anyone who tells you differently, including yourself, is your enemy. For, sadly, we are all under savage and vicious attack. Our humanity, and our very being, is the real target, with the very survival of our species at stake. Everything is on the line. Everything. Everything you love and care about. Everything you hate. It’s all in the balance. Everything depends on your actions. It’s all up to you. You can do this.

A new world structure is being shackled upon us. The merging of Big Pharma and Big Tech. Monsanto goes Google, forcing medical options, as well as what you can see, say, read, think or share. Divisive mind control using race, sex, or mask wearing as tools of creating conflict. Solitary confinement, contact tracing, forced drugging. A post industrial existence with the killing of most, if not all, humans. A robot rising existence which is silicone sourced, trans-human, and controlled by an artificial intelligence (AI). Planned planetary genocide.

Guns don’t kill people, it’s the bullets that destroy. The gun is just a tool that releases the bullets. In the same way, Covid-1984 is just the weapon to fire deadly projectiles – the shutting down of food production and delivery systems. The loss of income for millions of humans. The resulting loss of property as banks once again foreclose on delinquent mortgages. Global depression. Swelling homelessness combined with rampant food shortages are already here. Many fold millions increase in starving to death globally. Today. Not because of a virus, but because of fear. Using mass and social media, we are being brainwashed and predictively programmed. We are told what to fear, and how to respond to this hysteria. Participating in the largest PsyOp ever perpetuated against humankind, this is just a beta-test to check configuration and compliance levels. The real anguish awaits. Contradictory, irrational, illogical and non-sensical “new normal” demands create more uncertainty and uneasiness, making us more readily controlled. Conformity and obedience only perpetuate the shackle’s stifling stranglehold. Demanding that others comply is like a Jew in a Nazi boxcar yelling irately at a homosexual, whom, checking his grooming before boarding, is holding up the train’s departure. The authoritarian Gilman Experiment in real time, turbo-charged and ubiquitous. Of the bullets fired, the ones targeting our core humanity are the deadliest and most diabolical; six feet social distancing, no shaking hands, designations of essential and non-essential being, breaking up the family unit, eye aversion, and muzzling mask mandates are all insidious techniques to deliberately dehumanize the enemy during combat. Not a towel-head nor gook this time, the enemy is in the mirror. However, and hopefully, the degree and overwhelming effort of their propaganda betrays how much they really fear human potential.

Your potential.

Your being.

Being human.

For woe; the Gates (of Hell) has opened and unloosed upon the Earth a never ending plague. Via the diabolical Dr. Fausti, along with those that dwell in the caustic shadows, a genetic chimera, known as Covid-1984 was conceived in Chapel Hill, NC, and thus gestated there, before being borne in the UN controlled BSL-4 lab in Wuhan, China . A man made bio-weapon created from SARS, MERS, HIV and other virus patented on a coronavirus carrier. The Corona family of virus is the most prolific, including the common cold, making testing for it later exceptionally high in positive results. The documented goal at the NC lab was to create “Gain Of Function” in the virus. Gain of functions means increasing communicability and lethalness in the virus. More contagious and more deadly. That’s the goal. That’s the novel coronavirus. Documented developers and funders of this include the Bill and Melinda Gates Foundation, and various recipients of their funding, which own patents not only on the virus, but also on the soon to be revealed vaccine. The FORCED vaccine. It’s likes hereto unbeknownst. Also connected deeply to the Frankenstein Factory is the FDA, the CDC, the WHO, the NIH as well as Chinese scientists who worked at both the bio labs, in Chapel Hill, as well as in Wuhan. Fausti’s NIH paid over $3 million to transfer the work to the Wuhan lab when US scientist controversially expressed open concern about the work they were doing in 2015.

In the early 1900s the Rockefeller Foundation, created the modern AMA controlled allopathic form of health care, medical fascism. Permitting only surgery, radiation or chemical cures founded on their bio-piracy and their patented, petroleum based death drugs. Sterility and cancer seem to be the most common side effects of their non stop advertised form of care. Alternative “quack” treatments from chiropractic to naturopathy to homeopathy to holistic medicine to herbal medicine and more were, and are, suppressed. Creating a system of pill pushing doctors prescribing poison. Ruthlessly controlling allowed medical treatments and options, even during terminal illness, including forced medical treatments.

In 2010, the Rockefeller Foundation released a study entitled “Scenarios for the Future Of Technology and International Development”. Four futuristic scenarios for society’s evolution were examined. The first of these, “Lock Step” describes using a pandemic hysteria to deploy top-down, centralized, total control over the earth’s population: “the mandatory wearing of face masks to body-temperature checks at the entries to communal spaces like train stations and supermarkets. Even after the pandemic faded, this more authoritarian control and oversight of citizens and their activities stuck and even intensified.” Controlling our cash, and our ability to earn or spend it. Controlling our food supply, our travel, our families, ourselves. Praising China as a model, it is a blueprint for the current and upcoming changes; and touts quarantining healthy populations, and prohibiting interpersonal contact. Forced removal of the “infected” to government facilities. Unceasing surveillance using electronic eavesdropping equipment. High tech mass monitoring and contact tracing. Tracking, chipping, and tattooing for means of ID and accessing your social credit score. Those with a low score will not be allowed to travel, work or participate in society. Behavior modification using high frequency electro-magnetic waves emitted by antenna towers. “Lock Step” even describes using public fMRIs to monitor the thoughts and behavior of the general public, looking for “Anti-Social intent”.

Dr. Fausti

In January 2017, Dr. Fausti tells Georgetown University; “ There is no question that there will be a challenge to the coming administration in the arena of infectious diseases…there will be a surprise outbreak.” It’s not really a surprise if it’s announced three years earlier, is it? Or, did he mean more that it’s more like a surprise birthday party, with only the recipient unaware of the choreographed chaos?

In 2018-19, the Gates Foundation along with John Hopkins University conducted, and released Event 201. Participating in the exercise were NBC/Universal, UPS, Johnson & Johnson and the World Economic Forum. This was a virtual study of a coronavirus pandemic, which resulted in the projected deaths of 65 million in 18 months. When their website gained attention earlier this year, Event 201 changed their announced findings to “We are not now predicting that the nCoV-2019 outbreak will kill 65 million people.” But no explanation as to why they changed their “findings”, nor what they believe now.

In November 2019, the CDC posted on their job site the urgent need for emergency workers at nationwide quarantine centers, from administration and operations, to logistical support. Funny, how they knew they would need thousands of quarantine workers, with mandated vaccines, but forgot they might need protective gear for the general population. A warning might have been nice too, if it wasn’t too much trouble. Or, is this just how the Center for Disease Control controls disease?

NOTE: All of the above occurred before the outbreak was presented in Wuhan, China.

In 2020, all hell broke loose. In a global replay of the Tuskegee Experiment, the CDC with guidance from the WHO unleashes the forces of Wuhan darkness upon all…willful infection, and supported spread, rote refusal of testing, faulty test kits, infected test kits. Covid contaminated masks and tests, from both China and the CDC admittedly. Paying hospitals and nursing homes massive sums for Covid patients. The hospitals shut down services and lay off employees to make room for phantom Covid patients. In Democrat control, the default position is to transfer sick and infected patients into nursing homes resulting in mass murder, and about half of all Covid fatalities. Yet, you…you are dirty. Stay home! You need to self quarantine, and ignore your mom isolated in an infected nursing home.

All of this happening in an Orwellian atmosphere of misdirection and mind control. All weaponized whoreporate media pushing perilous propaganda to program. Shutting down all electronic communication in ’emergencies’, as seen in Hong Kong, Ukraine, Iran, Egypt, and most conspicuously China. No radio. No internet. No cell phones. All simultaneously silenced. Now, until then, social media naming the narrative, deleting discussion different. Only pushing their anti-human agenda, anything else is forbidden, be it possible cures, treatments, and therapies, even information on basic nutrition. Censoring journalists, doctors, hospitals, universities, the president, even the CDC itself, all under United Nations directives. SWAT teaming medical clinics for daring to use Vitamin C to treat first responders. Beyond banning. Beyond book burning. Secretly suppressing, sinisterly censoring, and savagely, sorely smiting any critic of the flatten-the-curve plandemic.

Visionary prophet Rod Serling.

We are at a collective crossroads in our epic evolution, needing to choose between life, freedom and diverse individuality, or a despotic, dystopic tyranny dealing deathly despair. Loving liberty or corrosive conformity. Choose wisely, and make no mistake, ultimately this is a spiritual battle. Truly participating in the eternal struggle between good and evil, with no place to hide. There are no spectators now . Thousands of years of secret history has brought us up to this point, with the last century laying the foundation for our enslavement and eventual execution. Artificial existence technology is the decisive factor, now at an all invasive, all inclusive and all entrapping level. The time we live in is of Biblical proportions, and personally, I am grateful being able to experience it. It is life, all life, as we know it, which under attack. A wide variety of life forms including plant, insect, reptile, and mammal, which have existed for millennia have now recently been made extinct. Malefactor’s malevolent main focus has been to confuse us sexually, and sterilize humanity additionally, in ongoing eugenic endeavors. Having babies is the real resistance.

All life matters.

As far as recorded history reveals, there has been a deliberate practice of the ‘elite’ to utilize occult energy to gain worldly power, and worse, prevent us from reaching our own personal potential. Many of these elite practice rituals involving possession by otherworldly entities. Almost all well known, household names have not only admitted as such, but openly flaunt their beliefs, though in a language not consciously or usually understood. Top politicians, corporate leaders, and the media are all in cahoots with The Devil. Their practice is pedophilia, and human misery is their coin of currency. Sacrificing virgins (children) in blood rituals is still practiced today, only on an industrial scale. Compromise and blackmail confirm confidentiality and compliance.

These same otherworldly entities have also have given us the Trojan Horse gift of high technology. The last hundred years have witnessed a mass movement towards the implementation of a false, or virtual, reality while coincidingly destroying nature. Forcing our choice to an artificial existence. More people can identify corporate logos than they can the leaves of trees. Television has been our luminous leader, with flickering flashes of cathode rays more real than reality. More true than the truth. Only to be surpassed by insidious I-Phones and other ‘Smart’ devices. Wretched be the child with a cellphone, mastering it’s maze. It’s enticing labyrinth hard to escape, with monstrous menace at it’s rotten core. Do not eat of Apple. And do not embrace the Android either.

Hold on to humanity.

Satanic Silicone Valley demands accommodation of their usurping alien, counter-carbon king, the omnipresent AI. This is their uncloaking, and their full, frontal assault. Assimilation is death, conformance is futile.

Resistance is our only option.

Resistance is victory.

Pray for graceful strength. Whatever your conception or perception of God is, get right with it. Forgive everyone, especially yourself. Trust harmony and synchronicity. Trust your instincts. If you don’t believe in a higher power, that is ok as well, do as thou best see fit. Just realize that those that pull the strings do believe in a higher power, and willfully accept it’s possession in return for favor. They will, and do use this favor in order to gain control of everything, keeping us ignorant, fearful and obedient. For thousands of years, humanity has struggled, fought, lived and died to acquire the blessings of liberty current. Their experiences are the natural garden of instinct. Trustingly tend your Earthly garden. Don’t blow thy birthright!

Stand up!

If you don’t stand for something, then you will fall for anything.

“Resistance to tyrants is obedience to God.” – Thomas Jefferson

From food to medicine to shelter to the original internet of things, nature already provides everything, gratefully accept it’s gifts. Tread lightly upon the Earth. Respect the life of all, and especially be grateful for the life lost needed to sustain thee. Life helps those that help themselves. Take, accept, and hold the hand of all humankind, kind human. Hug. Reconnect to the Earth. Listen to he whispering Wind. Talk to the Trees. Sing to the Sun. Dig the Dirt. It is truly good medicine. It’s good for your soul. It’s good for all.

Laugh often.

III

They are playing upon our emotions. Creating a frenzied state of hysterical fear where logic, rationality, and truth are vehemently discarded. Fear is akin to an alarm clock. When the alarm sounds, the first thing we do is shut off the alarm. Fear is like that too. When fear is manifest, the first thing to do is shut it off. Then, get your bearings, and address the cause of the fear. It does no good staring at the clock overwhelmed by the clamor. It is even worse, though, to be frozen by fear. Whatever set off the alarm still needs to be dealt with, through fight or flight responses. The threat yet remains.

Hypnotically induced paralysis is yet another weapon used against us for our own enslavement. Out of a deep fear of not fitting in with the herd. Coercing a collective cowardice. Even using inmates to control other prisoners with slogans of conformity and compliance. “Your mask protects me, my mask protects you.” Lies, for the ‘good’ of all. “Tragt ihn mit Stolz, den gelben Fleck.” ( A prominent and widely used quote by German Jews encouraging the use of the Nazi required yellow star. Roughly translating to “Wear it with pride, the yellow badge”.) For the ‘good’ of all. Be a hero. Defend your crew.

Wear it with pride, the face diaper.

The mask is nothing more than the flag of a conqueror, planted to show dominance. Do not submit.

Human dignity and self-respect prohibit compliance.

Of all the ludicrous nonsense we are compelled to endure, the mask wearing is by far the epitome. First, the mask stops only an insignificant amount of virus spread. The elite of medicals masks, the N95, gets it’s name from being able to stop 95% of particles .3 microns or larger. The Covid-1984 virus ranges between .06 to .14 microns, far less than half the size of the ‘pores’ of the mask, and that’s with the best option available. Disposable, paper, or cloth options are even less effective. Worse still, the mask also cuts oxygen intake by up to 20%. Oxygen is antiseptic and vital for our immune health. Not only is the incoming oxygen level lowered, but the mask collects all the oral and respiratory debris; bacteria, viruses, toxins, and Carbon Dioxide to be held directly over your nose and mouth in a dark humid environment (perfect for pathogen growth), to be inhaled repeatedly over and over again. Forcing healthy people to wear masks continually increases the likelihood for disease by compromising their immune system.

Second, not only is the mask detrimental, it’s mandated use is arbitrary and unfounded logically. Oregon dictated mandatory mask wearing, but only for Whites. People of color were exempt citing racial sensitivity. Along that same line of thinking, over 1200 doctors and medical professionals signed a statement saying the spread of Covid-1984 at Black Lives Matter/Antifa protests was negligible, and mask wearing or social distancing was not of significant concern; “As public health advocates, we do not condemn these gatherings as risky for COVID-19 transmission, we support them as vital to the national public health.” However, in the same letter, people protesting ‘stay at home’ orders are told not to gather because of covid transmission and they “not only oppose public health interventions, but are also rooted in White nationalism and run contrary to respect for Black lives.” How about some respect for common sense? Blacks are the hardest hit by Covid-1984, why would bureaucrats and the medical elite say Blacks don’t need to follow their mandated mask measures for disease prevention?

Not to be undone, a local prestigious hospital staged a ‘die-in’ to protest those that refuse to wear the mask and thus increase their workload. Picture this; hundreds of overworked doctors, nurses, interns and other hospital workers rallying against the inconsiderate, uncaring, dirty, disease spreading humans who do not comply. Seems some people just don’t believe in the superhero myth. So to make their point, and convince us of their dire covid warnings, they all took time away from their busy jobs, and/or TicTok making, to pretend to die. Hundreds of nurses and doctors and students. Laying facedown on the pavement, on the sidewalks, in the street. For 8 minutes and 40 odd seconds in tribute to a perceived racist death of an announced covid victim. The common area carpeted by a trembling and twitching sea of medical professionals. All of them virtue signaling by wearing masks. While wearing scrubs of every hue. And gloves. Even lab coats. Our heroes! Demanding obedience against germs while laying in the dirt. In their medical uniforms. Heck, I’d would take them seriously even if they didn’t have a stethoscope around their neck. You just have to believe someone in a lab coat, even if they are laying in the gutter. I’m just hoping they washed their hands before returning to work.

June 4, 2020 University of New Mexico Hospital medical staff and students participate in a die-in... — June 4, 2020 University of New Mexico Hospital medical staff and students participate in a die-in…

...to protest nonconformity, racial bias in the medical field, and to honor George Floyd. — June 4, 2020 University of New Mexico Hospital medical staff and students participate in a die-in…

‘motional manipulation moving the mob to accept the unacceptable. Reducing us to a reviled, dirty, disease ridden, exiled in an unessential existence. Obsolete. Once we have given up on ourselves, the good of all is impossible. Any system of energy exchange works best when there is a diverse variety of vital and healthy components functioning fully. To willfully degrade, choke, and/or stifle any component of a system is to retard all of them. Recall that we are all of immense value in life’s rich tapestry, with self determination for all the vibrant thread interconnecting all. If we are only alive once, make the most of it, continually strive. Further, even if we do indeed return, this is still an epically monumental time to be alive, arguably the most critical and crucial in all human history. You sure do not want to miss this hiding under your bed. Don’t fear death so much that it stops thee from living. Live with gusto. Life is about the interactive exchange of energy. Best done freely and using Love as motivating intent. Exchange that energy every opportunity available.

“Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night.”- Dylan Thomas

Anger is an energy. It also can be a motivating fuel more forceful than love. Use it when necessary, and focus the energy’s release precisely and accurately. It is Love’s sibling. Both are born of caring. The opposite of love is indifference. Sometimes though, indifference can be tool for maintaining balance and peace of mind. And while positive thoughts and vibrations are both required and of much benefit, hiding away and not exchanging this positive energy can be potentially detrimental. “The only thing necessary for evil to triumph is for good men to do nothing…when bad men combine, the good must associate; else they will fall, one by one, an unpitied sacrifice in a contemptible struggle.” – Edmund Burke, 1770

Action brings good fortune.

The vast majority of Covid-1984 deaths happened to those nutritionally deficient in essential vitamins and minerals. If thee removeth all of the fatalities of grievous injury such as auto/motorcycle accidents, falls, and even gunshot wounds attributed to Covid, the death count reduces dramatically. Even the CDC admits that if they were to remove all of the other comorbidity factors, including terminal cancer, asthma, pneumonia, COPD, diabetes, etc., from the equation; the resulting US Covid deaths decreases by 94%. Ninety four percent!!! Only 6% (roughly 9000) people actually died domestically from a Covid infection, and a large portion of those due to the forceful use of intubation. What the CDC, NIH, UN and the major media are pushing is that hundred of thousands are dying FROM Covid-1984. This is simply not true, what the statistics show is that thousands of people die WITH Covid-1984. There is a big difference. A seven year old boy recently fell and broke his head in a bath tub. Needing to hype a child’s death in fearful promotion for an otherwise non-existent curse, he was tested and announced as dying from Covid-1984. Headlines be liketh: “CHILD COVID DEATHS DOUBLE IN LAST 12 HOURS!” Subtitled, in a smaller, but still eye catching font ‘Roll on your back, urinate on yourself like a frightened dog, and go back into hiding. We’ll call you if we need you’. Followed by ‘For the love of Our Holy Governor keep your dirty, deplorable child out of the public’. All based on tests, that to today, are usually incorrect, ranging wrong any where from 60 to 90% of the time, and 95% of those being false positives. Recall how most infected are asymptomatic. I have always had a problem with punishment for victimless crimes. If there is no victim, how can there be a crime? Now, I have to deal with symptomless diseases. How can there be a disease if there are no symptoms? Regardless of infection or not, we are all punished by hysterical use of this fraudulent data.

Overall, the best remedy is prevention. The best prevention is good nutrition with supplemental use of specific vitamins and minerals as needed. I highly recommend a good multivitamin to get a good foundation of necessary nutrients. The following should be provided in a multi, which are key for well being; Vitamin D, Vitamin C and the minerals Zinc, Magnesium and Iodine. Additionally, various herbs and mushrooms can be of immense benefit.

VITAMIN D

Most commonly identified as Vitamin D3, it is a super potent nutrient that should be created in your body by contact with direct sunlight. Most common though; is that is not, with over 90% of people tested being severely deficient. It is so lacking in human blood, that recently the FDA doubled the required daily amount from 400IU (International Units) up to 800IU. D3 is a fat soluble nutrient, and it takes a while to build up levels in your body. I often encounter patients whose doctors have them on 50,000IU though rarely taken more than once a week. As a freelance Plague Doctor I recommend 4-5,000IU daily. It is a very inexpensive supplement and can have profound effects in your well being in general, and your immune system in particular.

VITAMIN C

Usually in the form of Ascorbic Acid, and derived from a variety of food sources, most commonly citrus fruits. It is critically essential for the integrity of soft tissues in the human body; skin, blood vessels and connective tissue, as well as boosting the functioning of your immune system. Taken in conjunction with other anti-oxidant compounds known as bioflavonoids the synergistic benefit is greatly amplified. A specific bioflavonoid, Quercetin appears to be especially help in the fight against the virus. I recommend 1-5000mg of Vitamin C daily, preferably several times a day instead of taken all at once. 1000mg is probably sufficient for most people, with larger amounts (up to 20 grams daily) best for times of illness. High amounts can cause diarrhea and digestive upset. If this occurs, lower the dose, spread out intake and/or try buffered (added minerals such as calcium or magnesium to neutralize acidity) options, or a form known as Ester-C (Calcium Ascorbate). Ester-C is completely non-acidic, and also tends to remain in the body longer providing better benefit.

ZINC

A necessary mineral with a bare minimum of 15mg required daily. It has a long history of documented use as an anti-viral agent. It basically fills the cellular receptors and prevents viruses from replicating and reproducing in your body. The benefit of Hydroxychloroquine is that it forces Zinc into your cells as a shield. Quinine (found in tonic water) has a similar effect as Hydroxychloroquine, but either without Zinc is almost useless as a therapy, and potentially can cause harm. Zinc Citrate or Chelated Zinc (including Zinc Picolinate) tend to be the most bio available for most people. As a usual rule of thumb, you don’t want to exceed 100mg of Zinc daily, especially long term.

MAGNESIUM

Derived from a variety of foods, Magnesium is integral for over 300 functions in the body and is necessary for healthy bones, muscles, nervous system, immunity and brain functioning. Like most minerals, the citrate or chelated form are generally the most easily used in your body. Avoid the oxide form if possible, as it is the least absorbable. It also has the most laxative effect, though depending on amount taken, any form can be similar. 400mg is the recommended daily amount, and between that and 600mg is a good target to aim for. Once gain, the daily amount divided between 2-3 doses is preferable to aid in digestion.

IODINE

Iodine is pretty much your glandular pilot light, needed for the regulation and proper functioning of a variety of glands in your body, most notably your Thyroid. For decades Iodine was the most prescribed supplement for both Hyper and Hypothyroidism, bring the gland into healthy balanced functioning. According to the FDA the recommended bare minimum daily intake is 150mcg. Commonly available over the counter forms can be found up to 12.5mg (12,500 mcg), and availability up 25mg can be bought with out a prescription as well, though harder to find. Tri-Iodine is a good form, though I use a nascent form at about 600 to 1000mcg daily. Use caution when using and start at a lower potency as Iodine increases your body functions. As your body functions increase in vitality, detoxification can occur. While this a good thing overall, depending on your personal situation, headache, illness and discomfort may occur for a while as your body finally removes long stored toxins. Most people will start detoxing around 4-7 days of consistent high dosing, and it usually lasts from one half to two weeks. Iodine is also super special to another gland, the Pineal.

The Pineal Gland is located in the center of the brain, and is held by many cultures to be the “Third Eye”, the source of insight, instinct, and awareness beyond the physical five senses. Recent scientific studies using DMT show that the Pineal Gland is a portal to all things spiritual. I believe it to be a radio transceiver tuned into the frequencies of God and the Universe. Another Halide mineral, Fluoride has, (as one of it’s many detrimental effects), the result of calcifying the Pineal. Basically corroding the tissue of the gland, distorting and jamming transmissions with the ethereal. Iodine can remove the corrosion, and restore optimal Pineal function, allowing one to be more in-tune with life. This one facet, the being “in tune” with the Divine is long suppressed and savagely attacked. Constantly confronted by chemicals toxic, like the prevalence of the rat poison Fluoride in our everyday drink water everywhere. We are also constantly harassed and agitated by an omnipresent plethora of electro-magnetic monkeyshines. We are awash in waves infinite. From Micro to Scaler to 5G to HAARP to who knows what? Turning the whole planet into a microwave oven. If this is not soon disrupted, we’re cooked.

HERBS AND MUSHROOMS

Many botanical blessings are provided that can boost your immune system and fight a variety of infections, from bacterial to viral to fungal. At the top of my list of herbs I place Garlic, a power house of benefits. Oregano Oil, Olive Leaf, Myrrh, Goldenseal, Neem, Echinacea, and Pau d’Arco are also of significant value in fighting infections throughout the body. Osha, Lomatium, and Mullein are all potent herbs for treating issues of the lungs and respiratory system specifically.

In combatting Covid-1984, I strongly suggest a multi-prong attack, utilizing a variety of the aforementioned herbs on top of a multivitamin foundation. I would not put all my eggs in one Covid basket. But, if I only had one basket, it would be labelled Agarikon. The reason for this is interesting.

Thy mushroom Agarikon (Fomitopsis Officinalis) is an ancient guard against disease. Recently, these powers were put to the test by our own government, in labs probably down the hall from Covid’s infirmary. The Department of Defense requested thousands of substances to be tested in regards to countering a variety of governmentally created bioweapons. Mycologist of interstellar reknown, Paul Stamets donated thousands of doses of his Host Defense brand Agarikon mushroom to be tested and studied jointly by the National Institute of Health and the U.S. Army Medical Research Institute of Infectious Diseases as part of their BioShield Biodefense program. After over a year of intensive testing, the DoD refused to release the findings of their research. Paul Stamets sued for the release of the documents under the Freedom Of Information Act, and won. The learned results of BioShield were amazing, with the government claiming Agaikon demonstrated “exceptionally strong activity against viruses including pox (cowpox), swine (H1N1) and bird (H5N1) flu, and herpes (HSV1, HSV2) viruses. In several sets of tests, dilutions of our natural ethanol extracts against flu viruses exceeded the potency of the positive drug control — Ribavirin — against flu viruses by a factor of 10 or more.” Of more than 200,000 samples submitted to the program, Host Defense’s Agarikon showed the most anti-viral activity of all the natural products submitted, and were the only ones to demonstrate such strong activity. It also was shown to be highly effective in breaking down neurotoxin VX, which is an illegal chemical weapon. Furthermore, it also stopped both SARS and MERS pretty much in their tracks. As both of these are documented components of the chimera Covid-1984 virus, using Agarikon against it seems to be a no brainer. More than likely also super effective against the second wave mutations, or the other binary weapons yet to be released. One does not need to wonder why the government would suppress this information. While attending an earlier pre-Plague Doctor training, I inquired about the dosage used in the study. To the best of my recollection (I actually made notes, but I can’t make out my own handwriting. You know doctors.) I was informed that infected patients were treated with twenty one 500mg capsules regimen; 6 on the first day, 5 on the second day of treatment, 4 on the third, and so on. The disease would be gone by the time the last capsule was taken. I use, and strongly recommend the use of Agarikon by everyone. Purchase at least one 60 capsule bottle per person in your home, and don’t forget about the needs of your pets either. Set 21 capsules aside for emergency use, and take the remainder every so often, maybe 2 or 3 capsules weekly as a preventative.

Humans are social creature. As much as possible spend time and interact with your fellow inhabitants of this planet. The forced isolation is unnatural, unhealthy and unwise, traditionally a punishment used only for major crimes. If thou are told not to shake hands, then opt for a hug. Wear the damn mask as little as possible. Most people do not want to wear it, but feel compelled by peer pressure to do so. The more people that refuse to submit makes it easier for others to unmask too. While unmasked, feel free to calmly express your reasoning. Interpersonal communication is imperative in this time of unparalleled censorship. Brochures, pamphlets or notes left in common areas, like bulletin boards, can have a significant impact. DO NOT SUCCUMB TO ACCEPTING THE VACCINE, it sole purpose is to kill you. The Gates Foundation funded DNA vaccine is meant to overwrite all your cellular genetic code, turning you into a pathetic, sterile Genetically Modified Object. Finally, wean your self from, or at least take control over, your addiction to screens, be it the television set, computer, or your mobile device. Intensive harm; emotionally, physically, and mentally are the results of your dependence on these weaponized ‘neccesities’, and were designed purposefully for this objective.

HAVE NO FEAR!

My prescription for all – the words of Max Ehrmann. Follow directions to the best of your ability.

About the Author

The good Doctor, inside the newly acquired clandestine Covid-1984 clinic, nestled in the New Mexico desert mountains. It is a state of the art medieval medical facility incorporating plenty of ventilation and natural sunlight to mitigate miasma.

The learned Doctor, Ray-Sun Kane has been practicing many healing techniques for decades. He is a graduate Plague Doctor, with training completed in the traditional Plague Doctor manner as exemplified by Nostradamus. Not only was he Head of The Class, one could even say he was in a class of his own. Dr. R. Kane has evolved the concept of the Plague Doctoring to fit our new normal modern life, for your blessed benefit and well being. He is well versed, and fluent in the archaic fic-faction dialect of communication. He is also eternally questing for The Most Holy of Aromatic Herbs.

The Good Doctor is a general practitioner, though specializes in the following areas:

Humorous Healing of The Four Humors

Psychic Window Cleaning

Blood Letting

Bubble Bursting

Truth Telling

Smile Sharing

Life Coaching

Karmic Manipulation and Realignment

Doctor R. Kane certified bored practitioner with too much free time on his hands. Thus he is currently accepting new normal patients in need of wellness manifestation. The Good Doctor can be contacted via NewNormalPlagueDoctor.com

SI IPSUM NON POTEST SALVUM FACERE MUNDUM, SALTEM UT MAGIS RIDICULUM.

Deplorable Lives Matter

“If you don’t believe in yourself, no one else will.” – Donald Trump

I arrived into this world a month after almost everyone, except Lee Harvey Oswald, in spite of what my TV told me, killed John F. Kennedy. Since then I’ve lived through the presidential administrations of peanut farmers, pedophiles, B-Movie actors and even those named in FBI files as being involved in the killing of the 35th president of these united states. When they say that anyone can become president, they are not lying. What else could explain two terms of imbecilic George W. Bush? Never was I happy (nor even close to content) with our alleged leaders, whom I, in fact, have always viewed as being puppets of hidden masters. Creating chaos and catastrophe on a global scale, encouraging an all encompassing eugenics agenda, and basically being butchers wherever, and whenever, their shadowy and Satanic supervisors suggest. I’ve seen nothing but a constant attack on humanity, or if the truth be told, all life, the planet itself, and now, even reality. Non-stop war, human trafficking, long term incarceration for victimless crimes, deliberate poisoning of the population through water, food, and air. Not to mention the horrendous drugging, disease delivery, weapon testing and hardcore mind control sent into our society of citizens. All of this manipulated through self-serving, unelected, malignant bureaucracies; the AMA, FDA, CDC, DHS, EPA, DEA, CIA, FBI, NSA, FEMA and the rest, all espousing glorious and benevolent platitudes, while suppressing science and harming humanity.

Their latest effort, the Coronavirus was developed as a biological weapon at the University of North Carolina. The genetic splicing of SARS, MERS, HIV and other viruses to increase communicability and lethality, or in their words: “gain of function”. https://www.the-scientist.com/news-opinion/lab-made-coronavirus-triggers-debate-34502?archived_content=9BmGYHLCH6vLGNdd9YzYFAqV8S3Xw3L5 Documented development funders of this chimera included the NIH, the CDC, the FDA and the Chinese government, via personal working directly at the Wuhan lab from where it escaped/was released. The eugenics promoting Bill and Melinda Gates Foundation also funded this project, and another recipient of their funding, the Pirbright Institute, owns the patent on the virus. Basically your tax dollars funding wonderfully wicked weapons with the sole purpose of culling the planet’s population. Deliberately spreading sickness, lying about the magnitude, and the CDC procedurally prohibiting testing. Months ago, over a thousand websites dealing with health issues in general, and vaccines in particular were preemptively deleted from the internet. This is how the cryptocracy controls.

The shadow government has long looked for a way to compound control, daring to dream of dominating the planet completely. Now is their chance. Artificial Intelligence, the digital ‘reality’ that has assimilated us, and other technology now delivers humanity to the doorstep of what Hitler and George Bush called for; the new world order. Only thing missing is a fearful apprehension on a global scale, in order to have us cry and plead for our enslavement, more likely than not, to be delivered by the United Nations. In the eighties Reagan talked about an invasion of UFOs to yoke us all together, but that was a little too fantastic at the time to work. Gore and Obama had their dire out-of-control CO2 heating hysteria to push for global control, but their paranoid propaganda has also fallen short, both in effect and integrity. Now, a global pandemic; that’s something convincing, people will clamor to be put in the quarantine camps, and beg for a vaccine to save them. The same evil entities that engineered this situation, will gladly give you the antidote. As a matter of fact, it will probably be mandatory. All that’s left is to crash our economy, blame Trump and take him down for this. While they’re at it, might as well take it ALL down. You don’t think they would assault humanity like this? What you really mean is you wouldn’t do something this evil, they do it on a daily basis. The time we live in is epic.

My disdain for those that sell out all humanity has been bitter and consistent. And I have the t-shirts to prove it. The oldest being eye catching clothing acquired at a concert of the 80’s band Tupelo Chain Sex. Once, I was detained and interrogated by police for daring to wear it in a public park. Sometimes my attire gets me into trouble.

The fluorescent turquoise term vibrates on a contrasting pink border; ‘spot the difference’. Above are two images of world leaders, the hideous Hitler and the then current creep Ronald Reagan. Both members of occult secret societies and hell bent (literally) on building a military to destroy decency. Myopic menaces mongering mayhem, murder and madness. As large as their legends loom, they were both mere figurehead facades. Controlling them were international banks and corrupt corporations. Controlling the banks and the corporations is where the names of Harriman, Rothschild, Kissinger and Soros are whispered. The whispers echo in the cavernous vastness of the shadowy secret societies, where the military and intelligence agencies merge with Lucifer. What is whispering, I know not, but I’m quite convinced it aint human. To be honest though, I’d much rather have these psychopaths in Washington D.C. than living in my neighborhood. Though even their camping creates eerie concern…

Top world leaders, media moguls, and other influential elites who dress in Klan-like robes and ritually practice ‘mock’ human sacrifice. Obama participated in 2011. There is no evidence of Trump ever attending, though former NM governor Bill Richardson gave a keynote speech there https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=013tHIfnvi4 before running for president.

Ominous ’84, the first presidential election I’m eligible to vote in. Mondale or Reagan. Some choice, a knee to the nuts or a poke in the eye. Waiting in line at the poll – “Who are you going to vote for ?” I turned to see the earnest face of an elderly man wearing an ivy cap. “I don’t know” I dejectedly sighed. Not the best assessment of my situation, as I was close to casting my vote. I turned back to study the large posted poster of all the candidates. “But it won’t be Reagan” I muttered under my breath. “Me neither. He’s a warmonger.” said the gentleman. He raised his arm and pointed towards the candidate chart. “See that man? He was on a box of Wheaties once.” I seem to recall the candidate was a member of the Constitutional Party, but I’m not sure. Not sure if what I was told was true either, but it was enough to give him my vote. If that what my vote amounts to, I thought, why bother. That would be the last presidential election I participated in until 2016.

I’ve always been under the impression that I am part of “We The People” and that any leader that may be elected is only a surrogate for me taking control and responsibility for my own life. As a teenager I took an oath to preserve and protect our constitution. At the time I wasn’t really lying, but I was ignorant, I really didn’t know what I was swearing to, nor the significance of my words. It’s taken more than several score to figure out how visionary our founding fathers were. I take that oath much more seriously than I did decades ago. Lacking an oath even, protecting the constitution, and the freedoms enshrined therein, seems to be a worthy pursuit. It’s all about freedom and self determination. No one else knows what’s best for me, and I have a hard enough time figuring that out for myself. While the president exudes influence in my existence, very little impacts me directly. After 9-11, the ramped up security theater of airports has probably been the most discernible. Truly, it is theater, all just a story, spun by the glowing eye of the Illuminati in my living room. In this case, it is not only just theater, but also mass conditioning to get people accustomed to living in a police state. Very little security is actually garnered by demanding me to remove my shoes at an airport. By doing so, some may have thought, I was actually engaging in terrorist activity. At least, judging by their sweaty, squinty eyes and gasping grimaces when I complied. Several people turned purple so fast, I got confused, and thought for a while I was in Willy Wonka’s chocolate factory. Sometimes removing my attire gets me into trouble too.

The self inflicted wounds of that September mourning also allowed for the ushering in of other constitutional corrosion. For example, the deep state (shadow government) has long been working on eroding all of our God given and constitutionally claimed rights. Spooky George H. Bush (R) publicly floated the idea of ‘sneak and peek’ warrants – where the 4th amendment is discarded, and law enforcement can enter a dwelling illegally to gather (or plant) whatever evidence they desire or to set up clandestine surveillance. This was resoundedly rejected. For the time being. This idea came up again during the CIA controlled crack cocaine epidemic. This time the Democratic president Bill Clinton asked for this same procedure in order to fight the scourge of drugs. Yet again it was declined. For the time being. A decade down, another Republican, another crisis, and this time it passed. As part of the PATRIOT act it not only allowed ‘law enforcement’ to break and enter into private dwellings, but also provides punishment to anyone (such as a neighbor) who witness the activity and informs the victim about it. Didn’t matter the party of the president, nor the excuse to execute it – what mattered was that the law be passed. Those behind the scenes will use anyone or anything to achieve their goals.

Enter Donald John Trump. As far as I’m concerned, the first legitimately elected president in my life time. I rarely watch TV, so while I had heard the Trump name, the meaning was barely of notice. The first significant awareness of him was his allegations concerning president Obama’s birth certificate. After over five years of investigation, both domestic and international forensic experts came to the same conclusion; the long form birth certificate officially released by the White House is a 100% fraudulently fabricated document. Tugging on this loose thread will quickly unravel all sorts of deception, which may be food for future discourse. For now, looking at the relationship of Frank Marshall Davis with Obama and his mother will provide plenty to ponder. The fact that Trump brought this to public attention, regardless of his motives, demonstrates to me that he is playing a different game than those in power. His comments to Jeb Bush about his families’ involvement in 9-11 proved to me two things; one, Trump is aware of the bigger picture and two, he is not afraid to say what he believes to be true. I can not grant these same criteria to any other politician, nor the media which knows the truth yet spreads lies to control the public. The history of Trump not being able to control himself tells me that no one else can control him either.

I tried to read their statements on this, but all the blood on their hands made it illegible. Bohemian Club members one and all.

The fact that all these high ranking politicians set aside their differences to condemn candidate Trump convinced me that he is a real outsider. The final confirmation was when the Pope claimed that Trump wasn’t a Christian because one can not believe in Christ and want to build a wall. “A person who thinks only about building walls, wherever they may be, and not building bridges, is not Christian. This is not the gospel,” Pope Francis told journalists who asked his opinion on Trump’s proposals to halt illegal immigration. Ha ha, very funny, the comment comes from someone that lives in an armed compound completely surrounded by walls, some over 200 feet tall. Incidentally, and ironically, built to keep out Muslim immigrants. I marvel at the hypocrisy. According to the media, nobody supports Trump, and if, by chance you do, well, you’re a deplorable racist anti-Semitic Zionist sexist homophobe Nazi misogynist with halitosis. Something like that. You can accept the word of known hypocrites and liars, but for me – deplorable lives matter.

September 2016, autumn in New Mexico. The smell of roasting chiles and burning puppets fills the fall air. The Burning Of Zozobra in Santa Fe, New Mexico, the highlight of my year.

The annual ritual is meant to rid yourself of negativity as mementos of melancholy are placed in the 50′ marionette and transformed by flame. Annual attendance hovers around 50,000. That should give me a true feeling of what people really think about Trump. Being held in Santa Fe may bias my results somewhat as this is a Democratically controlled city. But it can’t be anything near the 93% Clinton support that is being pushed by the manipulative media. I always arrive before the gates open to stake out my very front center spot. This year I donned my magic top hat and a Trump for president t-shirt emblazoned with his large smiling face. This should trigger some reactions I hope, though probably not as many as my shirt that proclaims ‘Trump 2016- F**K Your Feelings’. While my freedom doesn’t end when you become offended, there is no need to be overly antagonistic either. Especially in a crowded arena where no ‘safe space’ (from life) is readily available.

I also arrived with some pre-rolled reefers, and a handful of glow in the dark Zozobra magnets I made on a 3D printer to hand out to fellow attendees. I was open to all opportunities. I did however, purchase another Zozobra t-shirt just in case.

The first comment was from the ticket taking security guard. “You like to live dangerously.” I was told. “What do you mean?” I feigned ignorance. “Your shirt” he replied with a smile. “Oh, that. I’m not afraid…and I know you got my back.” His smile grew bigger and he wished me a fun festival. Less than a minute later I passed about a dozen armed police in military gear. Thumbs up and smiles from all. Not the usual looks I get from law enforcement. We’re off to a good start, yet I still have another 40,000, or more, people to interact with before I make up my mind. And interact I did. Non-stop conversations about war, racism, the wall, and politics in general.

By the end of the evening, and well over a hundred social interactions later, I realized that 65-75% of people I talked to were for electing Trump. These were people from all walks of life, all colors, and were also generally hesitant to voice their opinions. Next to me, as is usually the case, is a Hispanic family that also always arrives hours early to get a good spot. The kids don Zozobra costumes and wear corresponding makeup. I’d be hard pressed to say for whom the burning has more meaning. They definitely put a lot more into it. When we met, we exchanged pleasantries and talked about our lives for the last year. We did not talk Trump though.

An hour or so later I hear somebody behind me yell “nice shirt”. I turn to see a beautiful mixed race family with smiles on their faces. The father, a large muscular black man crowned with flowing dreadlocks, was the one that called out. Embraced in his arms, his shapely white wife added “We really like that. Thank you for wearing it.” Their two daughters waved enthusiastically at me. As I turned, the patriarch of the family I have been next to for hours flashed me a thumbs up as well. Though he kept it close to his chest, as he seemed not to want the stigma for supporting Trump. It was then that I realized how wrong and misleading the media propaganda was. Most people so far actually supported candidate Trump, but due to fear of the hateful actions from those that profess tolerance, diversity, equality and inclusiveness, found it easier to keep their thoughts to themselves. Something to ponder.

I decided to smoke a joint and think about this, when I realized I left my lighter in the car. Nearby, I saw a group of teens smoking cigarettes. I approached and asked if I could borrow a lighter for a few minutes so that I might light the joint held in my hands, but promised I would return it shortly. I was given a lighter, and was told I could keep it as they had several. I fished out my magnets and gave one to each in the group. While returning to my spot, I noticed I was being observed by a New Mexico Sheriff looking like he just stepped out of the wild west. Never mind, he didn’t, we are. Cowboy hat and boots, six-shooter, and shiny star on his chest. He looked at my shirt, smiled, and then walked over to me. Noticing the fat joint I’m holding, he asked “What’s in your hand?” With no hesitation “Oh, these are magnets I made on my 3D printer. They glow in the dark. Have one.” He accepted the gift, shook his head and walked away. Well, he hadn’t specified which hand. Sometimes my attire gets me out of trouble.

After another amazing burning, the field lights turned on and people started to exit. “Excuse me, do you have a light?” asked the 20 something white male. “Sure do” I countered, and then produced it. He cupped his hands around his cigarette as I inflamed it. While taking a deep drag he noticed my shirt. His arms exploded outwards hitting my shoulders and knocking me backwards. “WHAT THE FUCK DUDE?! THAT’S A TRUMP SHIRT!” Oh, you’re quick I thought to myself. “Why would you wear that?” he gasped. “Because this is America, and I believe in freedom…” I was going to also mention that I thought I was being polite by not wearing my shirt with the “F” word, when he shoved me again. He probably would have found a calm conversation (or any for that matter) difficult as white frothy foam was forming in his mouth. His girlfriend quickly grabbed his arm and dragged him away, exasperatingly intoning “He just lit your cigarette.” Sometimes my attire gets me into trouble.

What I learned from it all; was that those that supported Trump were in the vast majority, and included all ethnicities I encountered. A diverse demographic of age, apparent income, relationship status and sex. They were also all open to discussion and asked questions of genuine concern, unless they chose to keep their opinions more to themselves. The 25-35% that opposed Trump had, however, no problem letting their feelings known. Most commonly through yelling incoherent insults. Noticeably, they were also all caucasian. Make of that what you will. In addition, not one of them could have a civil discussion, let alone offer proof supporting any of their allegations. Nor could they counter any charges of Democratic malfeasance. Yelling, name calling, insults and violence. Hardly convincing. You know what? Fuck your feelings.

Now, to be fair Trump does and say things that are beyond being politicly correct. Way beyond. This however is always distorted and exaggerated by the media, and often taken out of context. His pussy comment for example “When you’re a star, they let you do it. You can do anything. Grab them by the pussy.” Somehow that became misogynist. What’s he talking about? The aura of being a celebrity. He’s just stating a fact – people like to interact with the famous because it makes them feel exalted, and sexual desire for, and interactions with celebrities is nothing new. Ask the Beatles. Ask Miley Cyrus. Ask Led Zeppelin. Ask Johnny Depp. Or, ask Tom Jones who at 80 still has women throwing their panties on stage while he sings. You think Trump invented groupies? I think the line “they let you do it” is significant as well. It means they have already given consent. Sorry, if you throw yourself at someone and are open to contact, then it’s not really abusive if they take you up on it, is it?

I find Madonna’s statement during the 2016 campaign to be far more offensive and degrading to women; “If you vote for Hillary Clinton I will give you a blowjob, and I’m good, I am not a douche, and I am not a tool. I take my time, I maintain eye contact, and I do swallow.” She’s not implying that most women that perform fellatio are douches, tools, and not very adept, is she? At least Trump is decent enough to admire, and be drawn to beauty. Madonna will service anyone solely based on a political perspective. This was reported nationally, yet no outcry from women, beta-boys, feminists’ nor anyone else. No, Trump’s the pig. All I saw were mass demonstrations of people proudly wearing ‘I’m a nasty woman’ buttons and pussy hats, while listening to Madonna talk about blowing up the White House. The thought of receiving sexual favors from Mk-Ultra Madonna is almost enough to make me want to register as a repulsive Republican.

The never ending onslaught of Orwellian misinformation continues; the Mueller report, the Covington kids, Jussie Smollett, Russian collusion, Ukrainian interference, tax returns, impeachment, and more impeachment to come, blah blah blah. Seriously, y’all lost in a world that doesn’t exist. I feel like a dog where the master pretends to throw a ball just to wear you down. I’ll chase the ball if you actually toss it, but I’ve given up playing your deceptive mind games. You’re not very convincing, and your performance is pathetic.

While enduring this perpetual pushback Trump has still managed incredible positive accomplishments. First and foremost, signing several executive orders dealing with human trafficking. Attorneys for the victims of Jeffery Epstein claimed Trump was the only one when asked who volunteered information without being subpoenaed. The arrests of pedophiles and sex traffickers has increased exponentially under his administration, multiple thousands so far. Just one example; 474 adults arrested in California, over 50 people (as young as 3 months old) rescued, dozens in cages showing signs of torture. Didn’t hear that on MSNBC, CNN or Fox did you? Sure as hell didn’t see it on ABC https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vjwf9F_v5cI Probably didn’t hear it anywhere. It doesn’t fit their narrative.

Seen this heart wrenching photo before? You should have, as there has been plenty of time, it was taken in June 2014

***“This is not a humanitarian crisis,” the*** National Association of Border Patrol Officers said earlier this month (July 2014). “It is a predictable, orchestrated and contrived assault on the compassionate side of Americans by her political leaders that knowingly puts minor illegal alien children at risk for purely political purposes.”

Nope, didn’t see that anywhere. But what you did see, often and incessantly, and always attributed to Trump, were photographs taken during the Obama administration of caged children held at ICE detention centers. Difference is, when Trump saw those same photos he almost immediately signed executive order 13841 to stop the practice, and has declared zero tolerance for such. Didn’t hear about that on mainstream media either, did you?

No, just AOC sobbing, wailing and gnashing her teeth, apparently triggered by some bored cops in an otherwise empty parking lot. Designer boots and a Gucci watch lend to human pathos marketing research has shown. As part of the storyline arc, the next act includes continual rehashing of the same fraudulent photos at the most recent Superbowl and current Democratic advertisements. Here you go…chase this ball buddy…ah, you’re sooo good…you have such noble emotions…ready?…Go get it!…ok, I promise I’ll throw the ball this time…Meanwhile, the evil Orange Man is allowing terminally ill patients to use any medical treatment they choose. Passing bills forcing full transparency in the medical field, to lower prices of procedures and pharmaceuticals. The legalization of industrial hemp. Releasing the sealed JFK records. Pushing to end all the wars we’re involved in globally, from Iraq to Syria to Afghanistan, and return our troops back home. Changing VA regulations to allow recipients access to private doctors when the already overburdened system can’t meet their needs. Already releasing thousands of non-violent drug offenders from prison by reversing Clinton installed drug laws. Also providing real world education and training to these former convicts to help integrate them into society. Providing education and training to others as well, to help them blossom in this booming economy. Currently the lowest unemployment rate in history. For any demographic. Clinton had the highest percentage of blacks in prison, Obama the highest on welfare. To some degree, all could be viewed as forms of slavery, but only employment offers the greatest opportunity to transcend it. Trump has the highest amount of people actually taking charge of their own destiny. It’s not because they’re all working multiple jobs either, that honor is held during the Clinton administration. In most fields wages are also growing at record levels. The more you resist Trump the more you impede real progress, and the more you side with those that traffic in misery and the sad loss of innocence.

Most modern ‘liberals’ (those that oppose liberty) compare the MAGA hat to the white horrifying hoods of the Ku Klux Klan. To them it represents ignorance, violence and racist behavior. Thus justifying an ignorant and violent response of a racist nature. Fomenting a frantic and fascist frenzy of suppression, enthusiastically enforcing mass condemnation and censorship; removing banking and communication platforms, restricting travel, speech, and even jailing people for reporting on this state of the political climate. Using violence against Trump supporters is the norm. All the while forcing an ever increasing assortment of ‘sub-humans’ into virtual ghettos in order to forge isolated and festering fractions. Creating and instituting a digital societal credit score with mass, grave implications in the realm of three dimensions. Far from being a Klan cap, I view the scarlet MAGA hat to be much more akin to a yellow star. Sometimes your attire gets you into trouble.

What you don’t get is that Trump is not the problem. At worst he’s a mighty macrophage practicing presidentially permitted and fundamental phagocytosis. He may be my president, but he’s not my leader. What Trump is, to me, is more the captain of rotting ship sailing deep and murky swampwaters. The ship exhibits many scars from when former captains attempted to scuttle her. She is also beridden by barnacles and a mutinous crew. Trump may be the captain, but his real power is the wind in the sails that forward his veracious vessel . That wind is the desire, force, imagination – the energy and ideals of a waking humanity. Including myself and other we the people. Striving beyond contrived corrupt compromises. While experiencing an America first edition, this wind is global in structure, with gale force winds touching every hemisphere. Self-determination for all. Brexit, Hong Kong, Venezuela…all we the people saying enough is enough. In fact it’s too much. Way too much. We’re done with your deliberate dumbing down, your secretive manipulation, and your victim validating, anti-human end game. Even more so, we’re done with your wicked lies. You may have the media, the propaganda, the establishment, the clandestine syndicate networks, and all kinds of secret weapons I dare not even think about. But, we have something you don’t have. We have the truth. When I was a child a term of derision was to be called a liar. Now, being labelled a truther is used the same way. Furthermore, facts trump your feelings, no matter how sincere. The force and expanse of this wind is rising. While the majority supported Trump in 2016, his base of support has grown greater consistently since. He will win the next presidential race, even when the Democrats trot out their best hope, their emblematic jackass nag, Hillary Clinton.

To many, the straw that broke the donkey’s back was Nancy Pelosi ripping Trump’s State Of The Union address. Some supported this as a powerful statement by a strong woman. I saw it as a toddler-tantrum displaying demented degenerate disrespect. Nancy justified her actions by claiming it was “the courteous thing to do given the alternative.” I bet the alternative would have got better ratings.

Trump, in that speech, had just honored many who had sacrificed, and given much for this country, including returning and wounded war veterans. Fallen soldiers that will never come home. Families impacted by murders committed in sanctuary cities by repeatedly released illegal immigrant offenders. Newly pardoned drug inmates struggling to make their life better. Also cited was a 100 year old black WWII airman, and his honor student offspring, with their eyes cast towards the future. Struggling mothers and inner-city schoolgirls were also praised in that speech that Pelosi viewed as so pernicious and vile. When she tore that speech she tore all the names of those mentioned and remembered. She ripped the honor and respect richly deserved by the many recipients. She tore at the real heart and soul of America. She shredded the essential fabric of this nation, what really makes this country great, the people that do what they do, day to day, in order to provide what they can for those that they care for. Only to have the wind to increase tempestuously as a result. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ENf0j8lM0b8 These are the words of that wind that Nancy, and the Democrats, found so aggravating and offensive, the closing moments of Trump’s speech –

“What will we do with this moment? How will we be remembered?
I ask the men and women of this Congress: Look at the opportunities before us! Our most thrilling achievements are still ahead. Our most exciting journeys still await. Our biggest victories are still to come. We have not yet begun to dream.

We must choose whether we are defined by our differences — or whether we dare to transcend them.

We must choose whether we will squander our inheritance — or whether we will proudly declare that we are Americans. We do the incredible. We defy the impossible. We conquer the unknown.

This is the time to re-ignite the American imagination. This is the time to search for the tallest summit, and set our sights on the brightest star. This is the time to rekindle the bonds of love and loyalty and memory that link us together as citizens, as neighbors, as patriots.

This is our future — our fate — and our choice to make. I am asking you to choose greatness.

No matter the trials we face, no matter the challenges to come, we must go forward together.

We must keep America first in our hearts. We must keep freedom alive in our souls. And we must always keep faith in America’s destiny — that one Nation, under God, must be the hope and the promise and the light and the glory among all the nations of the world!

Thank you. God Bless You, God Bless America.”

Those words tell why Trump will win by a landslide. They resonate. Pelosi exemplifies why the Democratic Party has already lost. Perhaps forever. But you’ll never be able to figure that out because your head is stuck so far up your, um, television set.

Travellin’ Light Through Tinted Windows

“You’re dealing in magic – it’s this intangible thing that has to happen. And to seek it out too much might not be a good idea. Because, you know, it’s very shy.” – Tom Petty

“Music is probably the only real magic I have encountered in my life. There’s not some trick involved with it. It’s pure and it’s real. It moves, it heals, it communicates and does all these incredible things. It’s an obligation, it’s bigger than you. It’s the only true magic I know…it’s your soul floating out to theirs.” – Tom Petty

Captain of a dilapidated school bus built in 1949. Driving it from North Carolina, where I bought it from a dead man, heading into the heartland of Wisconsin. Painted above the rear door, the one word that best described my state of being; nomadness. Cargo includes my real home, a 20′ Sioux tipi with it’s lodge poles on the roof, and an army duffle bag bursting with all my worldly possessions. My first mate is truly the best dog ever in all of recorded human history, america (full name Mr. America Man, Doggy Dude, Defender Of The Universe). Named after Amerigo Best Poochie. Rest assured, he did his name proud too. To the port side of my command seat is a small raised platform on which supported my entertainment center – a huge JVC cassette player boom box that ran on 126 “D” cell batteries. That number is just a hazy recollection, and an educated guess. I do know, however, that when I was able to plug it in, the lights would dim in four counties.

The misty morning found us meandering through the Great Smoky Mountains. Phantasmagoric fog, moist mist, and swanky sunshine. Every wet, winding, twisty turn revealing a vibrant vista. Eye candy for the heart and soul.

The soundtrack on this journey was the extensive cassette collection I travelled with, adding another dimension to my experience. The collected works of Rush, Elton John, Melanie, Jefferson Airplane and many, many more, far too many to name, all of them held my view, at one time or another, as the best musician(s) ever. Often, several different musicians would hold this title concurrently. Life just isn’t long enough to hear all the awesome music that exists. But I’m gonna try.

Nightfall. Dark-thirtyish, or so. Somewhere in Georgia, maybe Alabama. Kinda hard to tell, as it’s been raining hard for hours. My total focus is on the road and what lies ahead. That too, is also hard to tell, as the school bus is equipped the vacuum operated windshield wipers. State of the art back in ’49, forty years later, they’re somewhat archaic. They work fairly well going downhill and almost not at all on an incline. I think I’m travelling a road that is pretty level now, as the wipers are working sporadically, which is how I can tell. If the split windows are awash with heavy spray I simply take my foot off the gas. Doing so increases the vacuum and lessens wind resistance making the wiper arms almost adequate.

Blaring on the boom box is Tom Petty. While I have not reached the age yet where I need to turn down music to see better, my attentiveness precludes me changing the cassette. I’ve probably heard Refugee at least half dozen times, as the album looped unremittingly as the summer squall. What I probably should do is pull over, take a break and de-stress, and put on a mix tape with at least an hour and a half of mismatched music. Or, better yet, maybe call it a day, and find someplace to camp. Then it happened. Louisiana Rain played again. But this time it touched my soul and decided my fate. “Louisiana rain is falling at my feet/I’m noticing the change as I move down the street” Everything is glowing now in the darkening twilight, within an iridescent and effervescent ambience. Perceptual shift inside my school bus submarine, and the weight is lifted. Anchors aweigh. Can’t stop now. The stress is gone. Gotta keep moving. Gotta keep going. Where I am heading I have no way of knowing. Or, to quote another ship’s captain, and the title of the album: Damn the torpedoes! Full speed ahead. That is ok too, even if that top speed is a mere 45 miles per hour. america grins in agreement.

As a long time fan of Petty’s enticing voice and superior songwriting abilities, I would travel to see Tom whenever I could. My first taste was the summer of ’81 at Alpine Valley in East Troy, Wisconsin. A majestic outdoor arena that permitted camping. I’ve seen more shows there than any other venue, mostly because it was in my backyard, and I would often be there for a week on end. I was not opposed to road trips either, including interstate excursions to see several shows in 1986 when Tom performed with Bob Dylan and the Grateful Dead. I’ve attended numerous shows later as well, with the most memorable being Albuquerque, NM on April 24, 2012. This concert changed my life, in ways that are still indiscernible and unknown.

T-shirts are my religious relics from these ecclesial experiences. I good portion of my budget is spent on these screen printed talismans. When Tom was coming to town, I noticed via his website that VIP packages were available. The $250 price was way more than I ever paid before just to enter a concert. I didn’t debate too long. I have no problem supporting artists I like, and as it also included a limited edition sweatshirt and commerative poster, it really wasn’t much of a conundrum. The shirt is worn regularly, including this morning, so I feel I got my money’s worth. I also received a Tom Petty tote bag filled with all sorts of seductive swag. To top it off was an incredible third row seat, just slightly left of center. As the concert approached, my anticipation grew. This is going to be an awesome show! That’s not unique though, as that is my default position for all my planned adventures. This time, I had no idea to the extent that it would surpass all my imaginings.

I changed my work schedule that day so I could get an early start, even though the venue was 10 minutes down the road. I spent the morning hopping, humming and dancing at work. My air-guitar was in impeccable form. While shuffling down the aisles I told a coworker that I wished I had some mushrooms for the show, and then wowed them by playing “Learning To Fly” note for note on a broom. Finally, a few minutes before the end of my shift, and I’m looking like an R. Crumb character heading to the door. “Here you go”. Another coworker tossed me a small plastic condiment container in passing. “Enjoy” Apparently, they had overheard my earlier conversation, and were moved by my virtual virtuosity. Maybe, they just thought it was the right thing to do. The translucent Tupperware revealed some sweet psilocybin swimming in a glowing golden liquid. Magic mushrooms hugged by honey. The fungus is among us.

I am somewhat of a seasoned psychenaut, and have journeyed to many a wonderous land and dimension. Often with the accompanying aural navigation of a live band. Like the Dead. Psychedelic saturation. I prefer the term psychedelic to hallucinogenic, as I think it best describes the situation. From the Greek psyche (soul, spirit, mind) + del(os) (visible, manifest, evident). Soul revealing. Maybe using hallucinations as a means, but not as the end. There are deeper forces at work. Think of it like a radio or television, with psychedelics allowing you to experience more channels. Those frequencies are always present, but we’re not usually able to tune in to them. For example, dogs can discern tones beyond human hearing. Those frequencies exist inspite of our inability to access them. My experiences have shown that psychedelics foster extra sensory perceptions. Of all sorts. Allowing us to increase awareness of what is, and with experience, the utilization of that incorporated information. “I’m learning to fly, but I ain’t got wings. Coming down is the hardest thing.”

Dressed in black leather and a well worn Heartbreaker’s shirt from another Albuquerque show a decade earlier, I rode my motorcycle to a friend’s house a short block away from the concert grounds. My friend helped me prepare for the show. We followed Tom’s instructions explicitly : “let me get to the point, let’s roll another joint, and turn the radio loud.” Around the time the doors were to open, I departed and walked to the arena. A pocket full of cannabis, and a pulsating vessel containing a sacramental key to the universe in my hand. I popped the lid and consumed the contents. Gently chewing the earthly treasure and rolling it with my tongue before swallowing. Using my finger as a spatula I cleaned the cup of all it’s offerings.

With VIP access I entered the arena early, collected my transient treasures and bought another tour t-shirt. Checked out my seat, but then moved to the front row. Watched closely as a blind man was led on to the stage and then tuned the piano of Regina Spektor, the opening act. Then, I got up, and stood even closer to the stage as she performed her sound check. Suave and sensuous, silly and sincere. The first time I ever heard (of) her, and was blown away. When she left the stage, I took my assigned seat as the crowd started filing in.

“This is the way I want to die. Torn apart by angry fans who want me to play a different song.”
― **Regina Spektor**

Regina returned, and played an impressive set. I became a fan immediately. My nervous system was activated, and increasing in intensity. I am unsure if it was the music, or if the mushrooms were starting to have an effect. Probably both. I smoked another joint and shared it with communally with those around me as we awaited Mr. Petty’s magic.

As the band hit the stage, they were encircled by bright lights flashing hypnotically. Shining swaths of alternating amber and magenta rotating clockwise, projected out into the audience. Ok, you have my attention. Slowly at first, then spinning faster and faster; red, yellow, red, yellow and back to red. Shining shafts creating a luminous vortex through the hazy cannabinoid clouds. They opened with “Listen To Her Heart”. “I Won’t Back Down” and “Handle With Care” followed. One incredible pop song after another, with the audience partaking in the backing vocals. Shortly the songs took a heavier and darker tone. Tom switched guitars and opted for a worn acoustic as he began several songs played in slow, ominous, bluesy fashion. I seem to recall he sat on a stool as the broke into Bo Diddley’s “I’m A Man”, focusing all his energy into vibrating his silver strings, and his harmonious tonal incantations. I felt his soulful invocations transported me back in both time and space, but my exact location was uncertain, perhaps a 1930’s Chicago bar, or even the Crossroads at an earlier time. Elements of both seemed tangible. Someone once claimed Tom Petty had tinted windows on his soul. In my altered state of consciousness I was able to pierce this covering and see what was hidden from most. One of my favorites, “Free Fallin'” was played as the mushrooms really kicked in. “I’m gonna free fall out into nothin’, gonna leave this world for awhile”

I was ‘peaking’ on the mushrooms during an unfamiliar tune which featured long intricate instrumental passages. The in-sync jamming of the musicians was captivating and powerful. A dynamo of melody and rhythm. Later, I learned it was a rendition of J.J.Cale’s “Travellin’ Light”, and this was only the second time the Heartbreakers had performed this song in public, the first being three days earlier in Colorado. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E18-qCgA1ow “way on down/follow me/ travellin’ light/we can go beyond” I’m not sure of the original intent or impetus of the song, but for me I travelled that light to peer past that tinted glass.

Take me as I come, ’cause I can’t stay long.

I became transfixed and my soul entrained to the sounds. While the chords moved me and resonated deeply with my being, I noticed something slightly odd; Tom Petty was slowly shapeshifting into a reptile. A great big, bearded, larger than life lizard. Wearing a vest and playing guitar. Maybe fifteen feet away from me. Holy fuck! What’s this? Ok, I know I’m on mushrooms. I’ve seen some crazy stuff in my time, but nothing like this. I rubbed my eyes and looked again. Wow. Yup, he’s still a reptile, maybe more so. At least this hallucination is consistent. His face had elongated, and his neck appeared scaly. I scanned the rest of the band and they all seemed as ‘normal’ as any rock star could be. Tom was the only one this ‘hallucination’ applied to. A quick glance at those in the audience confirmed their human forms as well, and gave the impression that this perception of Tom was mine alone. I fixed my gaze upon Tom again and the reptilian being was unmistakable. We then made eye contact. An auric bridge of awareness. Our eyes locked. Instantaneously, I knew that he knew that I knew. He was aware of my perceptions. He’s a lizard, and he knows I know. So what? There was no sense of fear or anxiety. Just a calm sense of accepted awareness, with maybe a slight tinge of “ok, now what?” It is what it is. I am unsure of the expanse and depth of the energy we shared, but it was deep. Perhaps planting dream seeds for future revelation? I don’t know. Whatever it was, it remains vibrant today. I was truly grateful for the privilege to experience this, but what does it mean? I am also unsure about how long we stared at each other, but it must have been for a while. It may have been for mere infinity that we connected, or, perhaps only a long moment or so. Maybe there is no difference. Neither could turn away as our eyes probed into each other’s soul. After a while, our connection was noticed by Mike Campbell, the lead guitarist of the Heartbreakers. In response, Mike continued playing, but walked between us with his back to the audience. When he passed, Tom was now looking in a different direction and had completely regained his groovin’ soul soothin’ human form. The only viperal vestiges were the reptilian remnants carousing through my consciousness. My mushroom memories. It’s all good.

Tom was in top form as he played “Learning To Fly”, “Refugee” and “Running Down A Dream”. After a rousing encore of “American Girl”, Tom autographed an album for a teenaged fan, and the band all bowed to ovations. When they left the stage, I sat a while as the audience cleared and contemplated it all. Whoever/whatever Tom is, my regard for his talent and music remains unchecked. Like all great artists, they are mainly conduits or mediums channeling otherworldly manifestations. Often moved and motivated by forces beyond comprehension.

The fresh air and the motorcycle ride home helped dissipate some of the edginess of it all, but by no means trivialized it. Upon arriving home I wanted to see if any one else had noted a similar experience. I did a web search for ‘Tom Petty reptile’. One hit, a blog where the author stated “Tom Petty is a reptilian overlord that uses light and sound to manipulate the chakras of his followers.” Makes total sense. I thought again of the flashing lights moving in a circle at the start of the show, and how ‘hypnotic’ was what came to mind while it was happening. I also firmly believe music has the ability to alter our state of being. Still, this is just a blog that confirms my suspicions, but not really proof of anything.

I took the next day off of work to get my bearings, and try to figure out what had just happened. That morning another representative of the reptiles came to visit. While climbing on my sun-soaked house wall, he stopped to say hello. While we also made steady eye contact, he didn’t change into Tom Petty, nor anything else exotic. He stayed long enough to be photographed, and I believe he was some Saurian ambassador that came just to check in on me, and make sure I was ok.

My experience and questions still remain without any meaningful resolution. But then again, a lot of my life is like that. “You believe what you want to believe”. A wild adventurous rollercoaster ride with any meaning being solely what we attribute to it, in order to impose some sort of sense to our adventures in this wonderland . “You take it on faith. You take it to the heart. The waiting is the hardest part.”

I didn’t have to wait too long. A few days after the show, I realized that the commerative poster I purchased had become wrinkled and slightly torn during the show and/or the motorcycle ride home. I went online to see if any were available, and what it might cost to replace. None were available, or even pictured. However, as fate would have it, I discovered a poster from the band Mudcrutch, which had much more significance in regard to my experience. Mudcrutch was the name of Tom Petty’s band previous to forming the Heartbreakers. While attending the concert, I perceived that I, alone, saw Tom in that form. However, this poster attests that I was not the first to see past the tinted windows.

If a picture is worth a thousand words, then that image is worthy of a blog on it’s own. Tom as a reptile, the swirling red and yellow energy, and to top it off a powerful magic mushroom capping his staff. The poster contains images I didn’t see, so I’m wondering if missed something…though maybe I was shown all that I needed. Maybe even that was too much. Sometimes it’s better if things are shared on a need to know basis only. While the poster did confirm for me the reality of what I saw, the implications of the experience are still obscured. What I am supposed to do with my garnered information? I still don’t know. Even talking about it raises eyebrows. The situation was so profound yet utterly useless. But I do know it’s not over, there is more to be revealed. “Running down a dream. Working on a mystery. Going wherever it leads…” Thanks Tom.

The Piracy Cons

“The individual is handicapped by coming face-to-face with a conspiracy so monstrous he cannot believe it exists.” – J. Edgar Hoover

“Oh, that’s just a conspiracy theory.” I hear that daily. Admittedly, I do tend to wallow in foul and grotty bogs. While most people are met with salutations, my social interactions tend to include that colloquialism. If anything further is to be said, it is most often followed by “that’s been debunked.” To you I’m paranoid. To me you’re uninformed. I hear it so often, that I’m identifying with that first phrase as my personal pronoun. You have been informed of my preference. Since October 4, 2017, California law allows for fines and incarceration if you refuse to address me that way. While I probably won’t press charges, the fact that I can makes me feel good. It makes me powerful. I control language.

In another example of controlling language, the term ‘conspiracy theory’ itself first came to common usage in 1967, after the 1963 assassination of President John F. Kennedy, the mother of all modern day conspiracies.

The term was readily floated by the CIA, in part through OPERATION MOCKINGBIRD, to discredit any one investigating the killing of J.F.K., and the resulting governmental coup. Hindsight and released documents have shown that the CIA had a lot to gain by stifling that research. In a short while the CIA was able to publicly alter the meaning of the words “conspiracy theory” and have it used in a disparaging attitude. I like to think of the term as sort of a psychic safety valve, similar to a steam vent on a pressure cooker. It is an easy way not to have to face, and deal with often unsavory facts. It’s also quite naïve and a cop-out, disingenuous and lazy. By reflexively dismissing anything as such, signifies you have not researched, nor intend to, what you already have made your mind up about. In regard to ‘It’s been debunked’, at least there was some inquiry into the issue, which is appreciated. Who debunked it? Well, that’s a different story. To quote Timbuk3 “The wet look / The dry look / The FBI look / But can you judge a crook by his cover-up?” More bothersome still, how did ‘conspiracy theory’ come to simply imply that it’s untrue?

A relative asked if I believe in conspiracy theories. Short answer yes. Conspiracy theories do exist. So do conspiracies. So, what are we talking about here? A theory. What is a theory? A hypothesis, a conjecture. To quote a dictionary “a supposition or a system of ideas intended to explain something…” In theory, I can do anything! The world is awash with infinite options. Only waiting for me to make a choice. I can even choose to make a pizza. In theory. As long as I don’t take any action in that regard, not even pre-heating the oven, then that’s all it is…a theory. Doesn’t mean it’s true or false. It’s just a theory. Now, if I start to gather ingredients; tomatoes, cheese, flour, etc. the possibility of this theory being true increases. If I pre-heat my oven the possibility now becomes a probability. Still might not be correct, as the ingredients may end up on the floor, or as a calzone. What we are dealing with is the percentage of possibilities. Once the ingredients are combined and the result placed in the oven, care, attention and awareness must be applied so that all the components merge with each other. When done correctly the cheese will hold it all together, and it will all be based on a solid crust foundation. Nobody wants a half-baked pizza theory.

A ‘conspiracy theory’ is a type of theory regarding a conspiracy. Which infinitely abound everywhere. “A secret plan by a group to do something unlawful or harmful” is a definition of conspiracy. I love that piracy is a major part of that word. Yo-ho-ho! Aye, mateys, I do indeed! Do secret decisions happen? Almost exclusively, and everyday. Are most harmful? Maybe not most, but it depends on your perspective. If two or more managers at a company discuss firing a problem employee, is that a conspiracy? I would argue yes, even if the employer had the utmost altruistic intentions. It may be of great benefit to the company, yet harmful consequences to the dismissed employee could be proven. The fact that the decision was made in secret seals it’s fate as a conspiracy.

As ingredients to make a pizza are gathered, the likelihood of a pizza increases. As evidence of a conspiracy, no matter how circumstantial, is collected, the greater the relative percentage of possibility extends. Until it becomes a probability, and then (maybe) a proven fact. Similar to “preponderance of evidence” in a civil trial. In a sense theorizing conspiracies is like an intuitive exercise in connecting-the-dots. “We balance probabilities and choose the most likely. It is the scientific use of the imagination. -Sherlock Holmes

The biggest difference in my example though, is that in ‘real world’ we usually start at the other end. The pizza already exists. The theory then becomes in determining who concocted it, which is always easier after the fact. A wide array of information from numerous and disparate sources will exist, even if a conscious effort was made to cover up this evidence. The denials, and obfuscation by the baker, and even the lack of evidence itself can be regarded as evidence of a conspiracy. Think any deviation from the normal procedure, anything out of ordinary; the standing down of security for example, or ‘malfunctioning’ cameras and/or missing video which could dis/prove an assertion. The fact that it is an exception to routine procedure and normal dictates, tends to suggest that it is, in fact, part of the conspiracy. The more one questions scenarios, and the more that do from their sphere of influence, the greater the number of dots appear. Eventually enough dots appear that connecting them isn’t even necessary, for each piece of evidence becomes a pixel of a much larger image revealed in photographic clarity.

Rare is the person who can predict a conspiracy before it happens. First and foremost was George Orwell. Infowars.com founder Alex Jones is another. By being immersed in evidence both have proclaimed many theories that weeks, months or years later have come to pass. Or, as Mr. Jones claims of Infowars: “Tomorrow’s News Today”. The following clip shows Alex warning of the 9/11 attack months earlier, in July of 2001. In this broadcast he mentions both the World Trade Center and Osama bin Laden by name. Lucky guess? Coincidence? Or, conspiracy theory based on overwhelming evidence? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VMEzedvS4Js The only real coincidence in regard to the clip, was that it was being re-run on local Dallas public-access tv the very same day the attack happened, on September 11, 2001. What really ingratiates Alex to me, is that he asks in that clip that you don’t believe him, and that YOU research his claims and decide for yourself. He points to the evidence, and has reached his own conclusions, but demands you make up your own mind and decide for your self. To us, a ‘conspiracy theory’ is to be actively investigated, and the theory itself is open to change and development as more data is acquired. It is not, however, (as is usually the case) reason enough for prejudicial pooh-poohing, and it certainly is not an excuse to invalidate the conclusions (nor the person reaching them) drawn by anyone who has looked into the issue. Your choice to not evaluate the facts negates your credibility in even having an opinion on them.

Conspiracy Theorist – One who questions the statements of known liars.

Another widely used device used by those dismissing conspiracy theories is that those who research these topics tend to wear foil hats. Outside of jokes, I’ve never actually encountered anyone wearing one. Allegedly, these tin (now aluminum) cranium caps act like a Faraday cages which block the intrusion of government mind control waves, as well as prohibiting access to the thoughts of the wearer. In 2005, MIT did a study in regard to the effectiveness of these hats, and here is their conclusion of that study –

“Among a fringe community of paranoids, aluminum helmets serve as the protective measure of choice against invasive radio signals. We investigate the efficacy of three aluminum helmet designs on a sample group of four individuals. Using a $250,000 network analyser, we find that although on average all helmets attenuate invasive radio frequencies in either directions (either emanating from an outside source, or emanating from the cranium of the subject), certain frequencies are in fact greatly amplified. These amplified frequencies coincide with radio bands reserved for government use according to the Federal Communication Commission (FCC). Statistical evidence suggests the use of helmets may in fact enhance the government’s invasive abilities. We speculate that the government may in fact have started the helmet craze for this reason.”

“Everything you’re gonna read in tomorrow’s papers, are all gonna be lies. I can promise you this, I just can’t tell you to what degree.” Ethan Allen Davidson

Once upon a time, and for centuries, most information shared was transmitted via the written word. While most establishment newspapers had an editorial stance and perspective, investigative journalism was still prevalent. In larger cities different opinions and news could be found in various papers. As news agencies were formed however, and syndication grew, the stranglehold on information became tighter. With the advent of, and prevalence of television as the dominant source of information, the fetters were fastened. It’s called programming for a reason. The 60hz flashing flicker rate instills a receptive, near hypnotic trance state in viewers. While reading, we actively participate by imagining the images and details described. Conversely, via television, thoughts, images and concepts are ‘pushed’ into our consciousness. As we’re in a passive state as well, our defenses are down and critical thinking is compromised, allowing almost anything presented to be absorbed and accepted. Subliminal seeds are planted, rooting in our unconsciousness, and later flowering as our own conscious thoughts.

Previously, a multitude of newspapers offered a variance of views, next, news came in only three flavors. Same strained, selected story, just presented to appeal to different tastes. Investigative objective journalism pretty much died during this time, and was left to wither on neglected vines. News media became nothing more than the mouthpiece of the ruling elite. My rule of thumb is, if I am being told something, it’s a lie. If I dig around myself, and research what I can, what I find is still suspect, yet generally something closer to the truth.

The interweb is an invaluable tool for this, and has drastically changed the playing field, a 21st century equivalent to Gutenberg’s invention. So much so, that in a violent pushback to regain control, the high tech ruling elite have enacted all sorts draconian censorship while implementing social credit scores. Thousands of people have had their voices choked; conservatives, Christians, gun-owners, Jews, homosexuals, comedians, even conspiracy theorists. Funny, seems very similar to the “bad guy list” used by the Nazis.

The only good thoughts are ones you can’t have.

To me, all thoughts are welcome, I can decide for myself what’s relevant. I’ll choose hate speech over political correctness anytime, at least it’s honest and sincere. If I never hear your ideas, how can I decide their value? Many people banned have also had their bank accounts shut down in a fascist effort to stop people from supporting themselves. Remember Nazis painting yellow stars on Jewish store fronts? Same concept. Only it’s occurring now. Alex Jones had his banking services shut down, and was instantaneously banned on Twitter, Google, Facebook, Instagram and other social platforms within minutes of each other. It almost appears that it was pre-planned. “oh, that’s just a conspiracy theory” According to The Atlantic –

“Infowars is subject to the strictest ban. Facebook and Instagram will remove any content containing Infowars videos, radio segments, or articles (unless the post is explicitly condemning the content), and Facebook will also remove any groups set up to share Infowars content and events promoting any of the banned extremist figures, according to a company spokesperson.“

A simple lone man, with truth on his side, who stood up to the elite, and has documented many of their conspiratorial crimes. Repeatedly. He’s the bad guy. Snopes said so. Ultimate non-person now. Censor and silence his thoughts, then talk nasty smack about him on a platform where he can’t defend himself. For everyone else; can’t share his information, can’t talk abut him, can’t even mention his name unless you’re condemning him. Think about that. Official Facebook policy. You’re next. Think about that too. Life on earth, 21st century style. Alex and many others were banned because they were declared “dangerous”. Not physically, but intellectually. Social norm ruffians. Alex may be manic, boisterous, passionate and uber-interruptive, but I certainly don’t view him (or his information) as a threat. I see exponentially more danger coming from those who would silence him. His only danger is to those Orwellian boot stompers. To them, sure, Alex is dangerous. Well, the truth is like that too. It is dangerous.

While morsels of truth are out there, they are concealed in plain sight in a buffet of lies. In a never ending, ever increasing kaleidoscope of overwhelming information, the discernment to ingest only relevant truths becomes necessary. Intuition and experience are allies here. Once one sees ‘the big picture’ it becomes easy to see how all the jigsaw puzzle pieces fit together. There is also no going back, as predictable patterns are repeated, they become easily recognizable and almost rote.

While it may be a good idea, I’m not suggesting that everyone question everything, only that it’s probably in your best interest not to offhandedly disregard those that do as a nut. “There will never be a complete theory of anything.” – R.A.Wilson. I’ll never know the whole truth, and I don’t think I’m paranoid enough to even come close to what’s really going on, but I do believe that the more I know, the more stable my life foundation will be. Awareness increases safety and survivability. Like an inflatable ball held underwater, the truth will ALWAYS rise to the top. It just takes too much energy to suppress it. In my favorite conspiracy perspective; Robert Anton Wilson also theorized –

“You should view the world as a conspiracy run by a very close-knit group of nearly omnipotent people, and you should think of those people as yourself and your friends.”

The Presence Of Christmas

As Christmas approaches I have fond memories of my Aunt Min taking me throughout Chicago to see many musical recitals and performances. For some reason, they tended to feature the harp a lot. While I prefer a wailing guitar, through these often holiday excursions I learned I also enjoy cello and flute. To travel on rumbling, rattling trains was exhilarating. To hear charming harmony and rousing rhythm touches me today in an almost indescribable way. The seeds were planted. Music is like that. Once, many decades ago I started taking music lessons in elementary school. During the Viet Nam War era I was being taught by a jovial teacher named Mr. Jahnke. Unfortunately his instruction tended to fall on (tone) deaf ears. While I thrive on music, and play a variety of instruments, that’s all it is – play. It’s good for my soul, but I know very little about what I’m actually doing. Mr. Jahnke could play. And sing. And he knew what he was doing. At least enough to impress my young ears. Unfortunately, very little of how he was doing it was able to be absorbed by me. One incident however has left an indelible mark on my awareness.

Mr. Jahnke’s fingers were flying frenziedly over the keyboard of a tan upright piano. Playing a more than enthusiastic, almost an aggressive version of “Row Your Boat” or some other basic but unremembered tune. Whatever it was, it was being played in a Boogie-Woogie Ragtime manner in a rather loud volume. When all of a sudden it stopped. His arms dropped, and he sat facing the piano for a moment. Shortly he turned on his bench towards our elementary class.

“They say war is hell.” he said “It’s not hell. It’s worse than hell. Because if you’re in hell, you did something to deserve it. War ravages and destroys the lives of innocent people. Who did nothing…” his voice trailed off, and as he turned back to face the piano I noticed his eyes had grown misty. He started playing again, but now, in a slower, solemn and more somber style.

Another hell, a different war. December 1914. Five months into what was to be known as the War To End All Wars. Well, at least they were optimistic. Seems some lone nut shot an archduke, or something, in Europe and everybody freaked out. Something like that. Really, the only way they could figure to deal with it was just to start a huge planet-wide barroom brawl with everybody else as the enemy, regardless of what side you where on. Two important factions where the British and the Germans. In order to make it easier for everyone involved, and to save on travel expenses, they decided to meet in France where they then proceeded to blow everything the fuck up.

Bombs and bullets. Bones and blood. Piss and pain. Chaos and cold. Mud and misery. Living in a puddle, and your life’s ambition is hoping to move to a deeper hole further up the hill.

One of the reasons you want to move is because your neighbors are too close. They’re too loud and they stay up all night long, with no concern that you need to get up early in the morning and go to work. Yet again you’ll be fatigued, your boss will frown, and you’ll have a hard time meeting you quota of killing and maiming. On top of that, they eat weird food and the smell of it is ruining the atmosphere of your trench.

The problem is they also have their eye on the higher hill hole. In a diabolical version of “keeping up with the Jones’s” they are also quite envious of your home sweet trench. They can only imagine, if you were gone, how nice it would be to live there, so they could take use of, and enjoy your front pallet. Sure it’s all “the grass is greener”, but the passive-aggressive attitude and micro-aggressions are bothersome. Not only that, they leave their bodies all over the yard.

Christmas eve. All is calm. All is bright. Well, maybe not all. But at least a small flickering flame of a candle, dancing on a makeshift mantlepiece in a Teutonic trench. Illuminated is a tiny twig that would make Charlie Brown’s tree look like a sequoia. Later, the muffled ethereal strains of Mr. Jahnke’s rich, deep baritone singing “O Tannebaum” can be heard wafting faintly from the German trenches. Instead of being annoyed as usual, something else happens. Something magical. The power of music transcends the fear and anguish. The English, instead of telling their neighbors to pipe down, join in. A heartfelt and soulful rendition of “Silent Night” rises to the heavens. Glorious. The Christmas spirit descends into hell.

A lone German soldier slowly abandons his trench with obviously empty arms upraised. “Don’t shoot.” He cries in broken English. “You don’t shoot. We don’t shoot” This soldier of circumstance slowly walks towards his possible death. “Don’t shoot” he pleads. While the befuddled British take stock of the situation, another handful of humanity arises from the German side and enter No-Man’s Land. That’s when all heaven broke loose.

Trepidatiously, the British also arise and with hands outstretched. They greet their noisy neighbors in No-Man’s Land and realize their faith and/of humanity is common ground. They shake hands (coincidently, a gesture originating from people proving they are unarmed and therefore not a threat. Coincidentlier, as I write this, I just recalled that I also first heard that factoid from Mr. Jahnke.), and self-introductions are made, so that the killing of strangers is no longer possible. Caroling and carousing commence.

Photographs of the loved ones back home are shared, as if to justify why we’re shedding these foreigners’ blood. Funny, the sepia images of the sweeter sex; the mothers, wives and girlfriends taken in warmer and happier times, are indistinguishable from those of the evil enemy that we travelled all the way to France to kill. Sometimes, just meeting someone, and having a sincere conversation with them can change the world. Decency need not be deficient even when all around is chaos and conflict.

Over hundreds of miles of the frontline, tens of thousands of lost and misdirected souls realized that what we share is so vastly larger than our perceived differences. Nobody really knew or cared about the slain archduke anyways. In the midst of murderously manipulated mayhem the brotherhood of man stood tall. No-Man’s Land became everyman’s land. All that could be shared, was. Cigarettes. Coffee. Tears. Laughs. Stories. Hugs. Even the weird food. It still smelled awful, but it sure tasted good. Especially now, refreshing and replenishing. Eaten in peace. Small trinkets and tokens were exchanged in what I imagine to be some of the most meaningful Christmas presents ever given and received. Communally, they cleaned the yard, and then assisted in burying each other’s dead. Once the that was done, and space was cleared of fallen friends, games of football were organized. Just as joyous and exuberant as any ever played. For a few fleeting days the violence ceased and friendship flourished. The presence of Christmas was shared by all.

Armistice Day football match at Dale Barracks between german soldiers and Royal Welsh fusiliers to remember the famous Christmas Day truce between germany and Britain PCH

John Lennon once sang “War Is Over (If You Want It). I don’t know if not enough people want it, can’t be bothered, or just feel small and helpless. I never understood the lemming-like rush towards death and destruction just because somebody waived a brightly colored cloth. I never understood the appeal of the Three Stooges either, for that matter. Both rely heavily on indiscriminate violence and lack any real significant plot. Regardless, history has proven Lennon generally incorrect.

Supporting John’s assertion though, for a short while, during the Christmas Truce of 1914, peace reigned for about a week. Some ceased fire for a few days, some for a few weeks. In several cases, whole platoons were replaced, as ominous orders from distant demonic officers were ignored, and both sides laid down their arms permanently. Some of these conscientious objectors where then removed, court martialed, and then summarily shot by their own governments for fraternizing with the enemy.

Sadly, as letters of soldiers there tell, for those who stayed, when the fighting resumed, it was far more ferocious and fierce than ever. All hell broke loose and no quarter was given. Complete commitment to total destruction, in a vain attempt to blot the example that love is much more potent and enduring than hate. I believe it is.

World War 1 lasted for three more grueling years. Before it’s finish many millions died. The largest number of war casualties ever. The wantonly wasted humanity and possible potential left to rot in mud and muck. The fact that they needed to start numbering the wars isn’t very encouraging either. But you know what? Love still triumphs in the end. Kindness, decency and hope prevail. Let’s try to remember that this holiday season. Admittedly, whatever your faith and belief system, this time of year is the harvest of stressful situations. Having to deal with Democrats and Trump supporters. Atheists and Jews. Pagans and panhandlers. Immigrant influx and downtrodden drunk destitutes. All of this covered in a cynical coat of crass commercialism. Nobody remembers the reasons for the wars, inspite of all their horrible grandeur. But a few timid words of trust and acceptance can change the world for generations. The actions based on these words are eternal. Our trinkets and tokens need not be tangible either, it’s the sharing that matters. Music makes a difference too. I know, because Mr. Jahnke told me so, and the waiting, watching eyes of past generations compel me to believe.

It’s up to you. Merry Christmas.

Free Spirits

As a child, a framed needlepoint hand stitched by my mom hung over my bed. It had the image of a row of toy soldiers standing in one direction, with a lone soldier in their midst facing the opposite direction. Below the image was a paraphrased quote by Thoreau “If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away.” I’m pretty sure mom made that more as comfort for herself, to cope with her odd-ball kid, than it was to encourage me in my offbeat marchi-…er, shuffling. I realized quite early that my own interpretation of the way things are was usually much more accurate, and thus rewarding, than the opinions of those who knew what was best for me.

“Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law.” A quote by Aleister Crowley which I agree with objectively. If you want power (or anything for that matter), then focus your will and put all your energy in to accomplishing it. You will achieve it. It’s been my experience that inertia is the biggest obstacle to achievement, and the universe we occupy is extremely malleable. Wiccans use a similar credo, except theirs’s proceeded by the phrase “And ye harm none…”. I like the tone of that better, as it implies some degree of empathy. However, awareness and understanding change. I’ve never been a huge fan of Crowley; all my perceptions of his darkness turns me off. But not too long ago I read an essay about that quote. The author claimed that the WILL referred to by Aleister was not his own man-made construct, but more; being aware of his true nature and unnervingly following his “destiny” as it were. Regardless of the opinions of others, and even exclusive of their perceived harm. Similar to marching to Thoreau’s different drummer. When in harmony with your true self, and acting accordingly, is where the best magic happens. Oh, and it does happen.

During my last visit to my family a sister asked me “where do you see yourself in 10 years?” I honestly don’t know. At least not intellectually, and at least not long term. I do entertain nebulous ideas of healing, humor, art and making the world a better place. If I ever did have a tangible map, I fear I tore it into pieces a long time ago; I fashioned one piece into a pirate hat, and another into a paper airplane for me to soar on. The remainder I tore into small confetti like fragments and scattered them over the population as some hand-made chemtrail fairy-dust. Perhaps that is my destiny though, with the divine as the breeze that keeps me aloft. Sometimes, I desire a clearer view, but usually I think “who am I to try to guide my life?” ‘Happy-go-lucky’ I think is the technical term used by scientists to describe this phenomenon. Magic of an ‘uh-huh’ nature happens consistently enough though to keep me in this mode. Action brings good fortune.

I am drawn to the odd, the unique and the unusual. I love craftsmanship and one of my favorite joys is finding antique and vintage mechanical devices ( with a special regard for toys), and restoring them. It’s very satisfying to bring something broken back to a functional state, even (or perhaps especially) if it was made just for play. Intricate amusement is awesome.

Thus, I usually spend a few hours a month perusing local thrift stores in search of wayward machines and oddities. Not sooo long ago I was at a local thrift store, with my by-far favorite free spirit companion for such endeavors, when we came across a collection of old time animal traps. The different spring types and locking mechanisms was intriguing. My friend asked what I would catch with them. With out missing a beat I replied “A Star-Bellied Sneetch”. Don’t know why I said that. Outside of drawings in antiquated books of forgotten lore, I’ve never actually seen one. I don’t think I really want one. I don’t even know what they eat. Also, I’m not too sure about the legality of trapping endangered mythical creatures as well. We continued walking through the store looking at the overflowing plethora of used goods. Art prints, furniture, books, tools and more. Twenty minutes later, on the peak of a bookshelf, was a stuffed sneetch. Of the star-belly variety. Seriously. This is my life. It felt uplifting that I came across one. But soon those feelings where replaced with “Great…you just wasted a manifestation. Of all you could will, you chose a stuffed toy??!!?” Well, magic is magic, and I will admit that I and silliness are no strangers. As I had no real desire for a Star-Bellied Sneetch, I left it on it’s mount on high to ponder the state of the universe.

Last week while wandering the same shop, I came across what at first looked like the legs of a Barbie doll. Only these were in proportion to the real world. They were attached to a clay figure that was obviously made by a very talented artist. Upon close examination the fingerprints of the artist were discernable in the clay. The lady was dressed in a falling bikini and holding a Iroquois false-face mask over her (missing) face. The form of the figure was incredible; even though it was made of clay it had an vibrant life of it’s own. I admired the detail and love that went into this creation. The sculpted and painted hair was topped with cascading feathers that blended beautifully.

Still, I have no need for this work of art, and left her to her own fortune. Or, at least, I attempted to until I came across the missing base. Woo-hooo. A tribal stripper pole for this wild lady to dance upon. The pole was instilled with the power of more feathers, false-face healing masks (and one in the style of Northwest tribes), snakes, lizards, and some semi-psychedelic painted patterns.

Pow! This piece projects palpable power. Permeating profusely everything known and sublimely hinted at.

The determining factor in deciding to foster this lady was it’s title:”Free Spirits”. It was created by a (as I later learned) local artist named Bill Girard. https://www.rareartfinder.com/artist/bill-girard-limited-editions-4358.htm I didn’t haggle and quickly paid the sum of $10.86 plus tax. “So, you like the girl in the G-string?” I was asked by the cashier. Well, yes I do I thought. But for a lot more reasons than that. As mentioned earlier I enjoy restoring my finds. Usually it works out well, though sometimes I muck-up the item while trying to fix them. That was the case with this – it was obvious she was made to grasp the pole. When held in certain positions the inter-relationship and the energy flow between the figure and pole was electric. I pondered for a long while whether to keep her spirit free and loose, or re-connect her to a power-source of true being. Crowley’s will and her destiny. While most were concerned with news on TV, and it’s social ramifications, I spent my week weighing the pros and cons of gluing a girl to a bone.

That’s the thing… a free spirits’ often overwhelming awareness and connection to their souls’ calling. It leads to a more enrichingly authentic and rewarding experience, if one can transcend the isolation and loneliness which often accompany this state of being. The problem arises while attempting to connect one free entity to another. While the base and figure have much in common (composition, intent, style, etc.) and resonated strongly when put together, the fact is they are now separate. And just because a partnership of free spirits is synergistically wonderous and magical, it doesn’t mean it has to be. It is also quite apparent that it would be a difficult task to reassemble what once was and not degrade it’s original purity. There was a lot of downward pressure to be expected due the burden of the free spirit without a supporting foundation, and relatively small point of shared connection.

Yesterday I took the plunge. Using The Last Glue I fused the two pieces back together. It did not stay as I hoped, when the glue cured and the supports were removed she slowly descended. She doesn’t fly as high as I intended, and some paint came off the base because I glued my thumb to it. Though I’ll just inject my own energy into it in touching up the paint. Sometimes our interaction with life and creation isn’t always how we envision it. It can get pretty messy. We often leave sticky fingerprints on what we touch. I suppose trying to keep that to a minimum is best…but, then again, one of the most charming aspects of Girard’s creation is where his prints are visible on the figure as he caressed her into existence.

Is it is magical as I believe it once was? Probably not. Through my interaction it has taken on a more personal satisfaction though. I believe in trying to fix and repair things, rather than discard them. That applies equally to people and projects. If something calls to your spirit, do what you can to connect. Our time is all way too fleeting. It’s also ok to muck things up while connecting, it’s part of the process. Even pain and separation are a blinking blessing. If we operate with trust, integrity and passion we can mould our lives into something truly spectacular and fulfilling, even if we don’t know where we’re going. Though honestly, even the day to day drudgery, our boring, ho-hum, grinding existence is no small miracle.

just b.

Welcome. Intend to publish at least once a week. I’ve had numerous people inquire why I’m not blogging and encouraging me to do so…so here we go. Overall, I tend to have fiercely individual thoughts and perceptions outside the mainstream – so this should be a treasure trove of peculiarly odd musings on anything that catches my fancy; currently into social observations, history, the unexplained and suppressed, antiques, cannabis, conspiracy theories, drones, 3D (printing and images), music, and….well, life in general. I’ve also recently taken a few first steps in writing a book so this should be helpful to me in that regard.

For well over a decade I produced a weekly hour long TV show. I researched, wrote, videoed, and edited many shows. The station was shut down, and though still operating a pirate radio station, I still need an outlet for over-flowing stream of consciousness. While producing my show I had two main rules; no explanations and no apologies. As writing is a much different medium I’ll probably bend a little on the explanations…but unlikely to apologize for any of my posts. I am willing, however, to learn, grow and perhaps change my perspectives. Still, I will not be subjugated by social norms, rules, regulations, political correctness or even good taste. If you are easily offended consider this fair warning. To me, nothing is off limits and if I can get a laugh out of it, so much the better.

The vast majority of my writings will be either based on personal experience, or conjecture derived from fairly deep research that can be documented. As appropriate I’ll supply links. If any questions arise or you have any comments, I will accommodate them as best I see fit. Generally in the ‘real’ world, I don’t tend to offer my opinion unless asked. When I am asked however I will volunteer all that seems appropriate. So ask away. I don’t shy away from debate.