WHAT BRIAN SAW

We interrupt your regularly scheduled bimonthly broadcast to delve into a little sidebar from the Brian Wilson-Was-Right-All-Along-Category,  all you gremmies and hodads! Witness this article excerpt from July of 2011 by researchers Grazyna Fosar and Franz Bludorf,  ‘Scientists Prove DNA Can Be Reprogrammed By Words And Frequencies’:


THE HUMAN DNA IS A BIOLOGICAL INTERNET and superior in many aspects to the artificial one. Russian scientific research directly or indirectly explains phenomena such as clairvoyance, intuition, spontaneous and remote acts of healing, self healing, affirmation techniques, unusual light/auras around people (namely spiritual masters), mind’s influence on weather patterns and much more. In addition, there is evidence for a whole new type of medicine in which DNA can be influenced and reprogrammed by words and frequencies WITHOUT cutting out and replacing single genes.


Only 10% of our DNA is being used for building proteins. It is this subset of DNA that is of interest to western researchers and is being examined and categorized. The other 90% are considered “junk DNA.” The Russian researchers, however, convinced that nature was not dumb, joined linguists and geneticists in a venture to explore those 90% of “junk DNA.” Their results, findings and conclusions are simply revolutionary. According to them, our DNA is not only responsible for the construction of our body but also serves as data storage and in communication. The Russian linguists found that the genetic code, especially in the apparently useless 90%, follows the same rules as all our human languages….


The Russian biophysicist and molecular biologist Pjotr Garjajev and his colleagues also explored the vibrational behavior of the DNA. The bottom line was: “Living chromosomes function just like solitonic/holographic computers using the endogenous DNA laser radiation.” This means that they managed for example to modulate certain frequency patterns onto a laser ray and with it influenced the DNA frequency and thus the genetic information itself. Since the basic structure of DNA-alkaline pairs and of language (as explained earlier) are of the same structure, no DNA decoding is necessary.


One can simply use words and sentences of the human language. This, too, was experimentally proven. Living DNA substance (in living tissue, not in vitro) will always react to language-modulated laser rays and even to radio waves, if the proper frequencies are being used.


This finally and scientifically explains why affirmations, autogenous training, hypnosis and the like can have such strong effects on humans and their bodies. It is entirely normal and natural for our DNA to react to language. While western researchers cut single genes from the DNA strands and insert them elsewhere, the Russians enthusiastically worked on devices that can influence the cellular metabolism through suitable modulated radio and light frequencies and thus repair genetic defects.


Garjajev’s research group succeeded in proving that with this method chromosomes damaged by x-rays for example can be repaired. They even captured information patterns of a particular DNA and transmitted it onto another, thus reprogramming cells to another genome. So they successfully transformed, for example, frog embryos to salamander embryos simply by transmitting the DNA information patterns. This way the entire information was transmitted without any of the side effects or disharmonies encountered when cutting out and re-introducing single genes from the DNA. This represents an unbelievable, world-transforming revolution and sensation. All this by simply applying vibration and language instead of the archaic cutting-out procedure. This experiment points to the immense power of wave genetics, which obviously has a greater influence on the formation of organisms than the biochemical processes of alkaline sequences.


Esoteric and spiritual teachers have known for ages that our body is programmable by language, words and thought. This has now been scientifically proven and explained. Of course the frequency has to be correct. And this is why not everybody is equally successful or can do it with always the same strength. The individual person must work on the inner processes and maturity in order to establish a conscious communication with the DNA. The Russian researchers work on a method that is not dependent on these factors but will ALWAYS work, provided one uses the correct frequency……But the higher developed an individual’s consciousness is, the less need is there for any type of device.        

Passing all this along to you is simply another way of telling you the actual substance of DNA can be physically altered by language, cadence, frequency, and vibration, i.e., Music Can Heal You. I know this firsthand since my beautiful wife gave me the proverbial Dead Sea Scrolls for Christmas, the Beach Boys’ SMiLE Sessions on vinyl, Brian Wilson’s original vision from 1967, and let me tell ya brothers and sisters, this is a surpassing, monolithic epic of brobdingnagian proportions. In its original monaural delivery system, it remains a holistic remnant from another era with a bristling latent power deep in its massive crystalline groove armada even today. The sound, especially on heavy-gram vinyl, is celestial, and this is no understatement. You are in a cathedral in a grove of redwoods, a monastery in the misty Himalayas, an underground grotto with a levitating reverb you can feel in your chakras. Suffice it to say my wife has her awesome church; I have the vision of a man-child named Brian Wilson and the nearest faraway places he took the human voice. This is the music of the spheres, and to hear it is to have absolute proof that there is something Greater beyond all this.                                                                  

Had this actually had the good fortune of being released back in 1967, who can say what its legacy would be today? It may have been too far ahead of the curve even in the psychedelic era, or it could have given Sgt.Pepper the merciless drubbing every single second of it(apart from ‘A Day In The Life’)deserves, transforming the Tavistock-driven Beatles into fawning supplicants. I also have Wilson’s 2004 working of this, which served as the official unveiling with what amounts to other, albeit talented, session musicians, and although it’s also quite breathtaking, it’s not this. Whether that’s due to the brothers’ Gregorian genetics, or simply the vibe of 1967 ghosting in the revolutions is up to the listener to decide.

In interviews promoting the 2004 release, Wilson chose to concentrate on the happy, humorous qualities of the music, but this is only scratching the surface of the cosmic code he was originally hoping to crack with SMiLE. In interviews dating from ’67, he makes it clear how leery (leary?) he was of the dark, powerful intensity he was stirring up. In Jules Siegel’s famous ‘Goodbye Surfing Hello God,’ he makes clear he was thinking in terms of ego death and spiritual rebirth, espousing Zen-type philosophies. He constantly prowled L.A. bookstores, his questing nature pouring over and soaking up everything from metaphysics to the supernatural, astrology to existentialism. That these became his continual haunts is reflected in the cover of SMiLE, which resembles nothing so much as a bookstore front, for those of us who remember what the world of information-gathering was like before the internet. For Brian it all became “about finding out that you really can’t die.”   

           
 
Looking back at the song, Brian Wilson states that he thinks, "The chords were weird, sick, not the straight eight. I ran the miniorchestra through twenty-four takes before I was satisfied. Still, during each version, I thought, Oh God, I'm flipping out to have written such stuff. The weirdest was the crash and crackle of instruments smoldering for the final time. Listening to the playback, I began to feel unnerved by the music, strange and eerie. I liked the music. But it scared me." According to Brian, "It created a disturbing picture that mirrored the screams that had filled my head and plagued my sleep for years."

Brian continues that, "On the way home, I remarked, 'You know, I think that music just might scare a whole lot of people.' No one was more scared than I was. The following day I learned that a building next door to the studio had burned down the night of the recording session. Several days later, I was told that since the session an unusual number of fires had broken out in Los Angeles. It was exactly as I feared. Instead of positive spiritual music, I'd tapped into a dark source, an extremely powerful fire music that emitted bad vibrations, which I decided were too dangerous to release into the world."     - From Wilson’s autobiography, on the song ‘Fire (Elements Suite)’                                             
           
“We were doing witchcraft, trying to make witchcraft music…”  - Wilson quoted from Nick Kent

“….I’ve gone beyond him(Phil Spector)now. I’m doing the spiritual sound, a white spiritual sound. Religious music….that’s the whole movement. That’s where I’m going. And it’s going to scare a lot of people when I get there.”             - Wilson from ‘Goodbye Surfing Hello God.’

Marry the idea of making an album that was trying to give people a genuine spiritual experience with an already sensitive and fragile psyche, then add on top of that unadorned hostility from the record company as well as his own family that still wanted only girly/surfy/sunny fare, and you’ve got a recipe for disaster. Upon first hearing the acetates for SMiLE’s finished precursor, Pet Sounds, bandmate Mike Love famously said “Who’s going to hear this shit, the ears of a dog?” From there you can imagine the reception the even more avant-garde SMiLE was given from all quarters. It was a short walk from there to the shelving of the magnum opus into never-never land. The idea of transporting the listener to the ethereal through an album embedded with some kind of unknown mystical power was famously abandoned.

Jimi Hendrix called them a psychedelic barbershop quartet, hopelessly square, relentlessly un-cool, and this is why I love the Beach Boys. So anti-attitude, anti-style, and anti-swagger. Pet Sounds. SMiLE. One a commercial deadbeat, the other a complete collapse. How ironic that over 40 years later they both stand as enduring works of art and even more. They’re mile markers in The Search. For Brian it was not about the Church, but the Search. It was never trusting in the man with all the answers, but in the man that’s looking for them. How strange that in their trans-Atlantic battle-of-the- bands with the Beatles, it’s now Sgt.Pepper that comes off as dated and overtly commercial. (As avant-garde art, only Lennon’s ‘Strawberry Fields’ can stand eye-to-eye with SMiLE.)  In contrast, SMiLE sounds like something from a place we may never even reach in the future, garbled incandescent alien transmissions from the spaces between the stars…the surface sweetness always infused with an eerie sense of foreboding somehow, darkly angelic; after all, what is ‘Surf’s Up’ but apocalyptic, prophetic, his crystal visions seeming to peer into another century.

Overall, you can never tell someone’s intentions, you can only say what it means to you; greatness, intelligence, being the ability to hold two contradictory thoughts in your head simultaneously. This IS the yin/yang of SMiLE, the final result being in the end not just a positive experience, but a transformative, spiritual one, lending the profound, moving notion of all things, both positive and negative, serving a greater, Higher Purpose that we here on this hyperplane of engagement just don’t understand yet.

When I think of SMiLE and what Brian saw I always think of the amazing 1888 woodcut that leads this article, that of a monk having stumbled through the edge of everyday reality to glimpse something other, the dimensions beyond, a parallel world if you will. It’s the sound of an ultra-sensitive man reaching simultaneously inside himself and outside the veil and having his mind blasted apart for it, and then putting the pieces back together, just a spirit in the material world. Brian was touched by something most of us never get to see. In doing so he pulled both good and bad vibrations back with him. He gave hints that from where he went he summoned both types of frequencies like some modern-day scrying magician, but ultimately touchingly composed a “teenage symphony to God,” and in doing so made himself more than a musician, he proved himself a visionary, a shaman, a holy man.

That entity the Large Hadron Collider is looking for out/in there among all those multiverses, maybe, just maybe, a 24 year old found it 44 years ago in his mind, without ever leaving his sandbox. Think I’m joking? Listen to SMiLE. Heal yourself. And know that the spark of the Divine is in all of us, and it’s not a particle. It’s a Word. And a Song.

The Brain is wider than the sky, for put them side by side

The one the other will contain, with ease and you beside

The Brain is deeper than the sea, for hold them blue to blue

The one the other will absorb, as sponges, buckets do

The Brain is just the weight of God, for heft them, pound for pound

And they will differ, if they do, as syllable from sound.

                                                   - Emily Dickinson

If One Of Us Is Chained None Of Us Are Freeh(Part I)

                 “Once is happenstance, twice is coincidence, three times is enemy action.”

-         Ian Fleming

                 “I knew by now that when a group of individuals gravitated toward one another for no apparent reason, or a group of individuals inexplicably headed in the same direction as if drawn by a magnetic field, or coincidence piled on coincidence too many times, as often as not the shadowy outlines of a covert intelligence operation were somehow becoming visible.”

-         Jim Garrison

            Has anyone noticed the dearth of headlines coming out of Penn State since “the cleaner” entered the picture as lead investigator of the whole mess? First came Ken Frazier, CEO of Merck, and we just knew we could trust him because who wouldn’t trust the man who first foisted Vioxx on us and then lied to cover up all the deaths it was causing? Then he brings in the master fixer, Louis Freeh, ex-head of the FBI. What, was Henry Kissinger busy?

 A science fiction writer, a Philip K. Dick, couldn’t come up with these other-worldly scenarios…Louis Freeh was instrumental in covering up the fallout from the Waco massacre of the Branch Davidians, where he suppressed reports that the FBI , Delta Forces, and the BATF used incendiary devices which more than likely started the fires that consumed the compound that killed every man, woman, and child that day.  Louis Freeh was instrumental in covering up the lurid, telling details of the Oklahoma City Bombing, and stands as at least accessory-after-the-fact in the death of Terrance Yeakey, the details of which are coming up. He was also part of the chain-of-command that saw Louis Jolyon “Jolly” West assigned to Tim McVeigh when he was in prison. Jolly West was the top mind-control doctor in the country who had also been the private prison liaison with Jack Ruby, Patricia Hearst, and Sirhan Sirhan. Great. Nothing fishy there. Let’s move along.

Terrance Yeakey was a bear of a man, looking more like he belonged on your nearest NFL field than a stalwart in the Oklahoma City Police Dept. He arrived on scene just minutes after the bomb(s) went off on that chilly April 19^th morning 16 years ago. Within the first half hour, he realized something was wrong. Whether he overheard strange conversations in the air among the BATF and FBI on scene isn’t known. His ex-wife later admitted he’d told her “It’s not true. What they’re saying, it didn’t happen that way.” She also disclosed that he’d been very upset by something he’d seen under the daycare center that morning, perhaps the presence of other ordnance with military-grade mercury switches as affirmed in this affidavit. (Also the exact same devices that were found at Columbine, but that's the same Standard Operating Procedure for another time, another place.)

  

Whatever the case, he wanted to go back and photograph his discovery but was quickly denied access to the site.

Sergeant Yeakey had told friends he was going out of town to either hide or secure “evidence of a cover up of the bombing by federal agents.” In his last known conversation, he told a friend that he was being “followed by the FBI and had to shake them.” His body was found in a field in El Reno on May 8^th, 1996, some 30 minutes from the blast site. Both forearms and wrists had been slashed eleven times, his neck slashed twice on either side down to the jugular. He then crawled nearly a mile and a half away from the ostensible original scene, the front seat of his car where one investigator said it looked like "a hog had been butchered," over a razor wire fence, before shooting himself in the head with a small caliber revolver on a suspiciously downward angle. He also exhibited rope burns on his neck, handcuff bruises on his wrists, and muddy grass imbedded in his slash wounds, strongly suggesting he’d had help covering his final distance. Strangely, the revolver in question wasn’t found by first responders. Not until the FBI arrived on scene was the weapon secured. Note the 40-45 degree trajectory; perfect if you’re a kneeling target, wouldn’t you say?  Do I even need to tell you this was officially called a suicide?                                  

Tonia Yeakey moved five times in the first three years after her husband’s death. To the present day she continues to receive threatening mail, phone calls, as well as the ever-popular home break-in; the last one featuring a single balloon floating ominously. On it the words “we know where you are” written in black.

Ironically, Yeakey had just completed his final courses for entrance into the FBI. He was 30 years old.

              

This is the milieu in which Louis Freeh operates. This was his FBI, where he made sure everything came from the top. Interestingly, he also started CARNIVORE, the project that stole encryption codes to such an extent, and at such a rate, that every single PC and cell phone in the country was vulnerable to back-door monitoring. Think of it. Every. Single. Conversation.  Also handily completed over one year before 911. Ponder the implications of that for a minute.

Just today came word that Sandusky has been arrested again, leaving the hope that things have reached such a virally monumental  flashpoint that the likes of even a Louis Freeh can’t keep it all contained. But don’t you bet on it.

            As for Terrance Yeakey, he found out too late that when the FBI takes care of their own, they really take care of their own. People like Louie make sure of it.

HAPPY VALLEE

            

            

                 “This brutal death reminds me of the existence of a volcano of violent realities underneath the orderly unfolding of our best plans. The real Beyond is not that which follows death but that which stretches underneath life itself.  In this sense the saucers are a potential source of cultural and strategic upheaval, just like yesterday’s killing in Dallas.  Just as in Dallas, we are dreadfully unprepared.”
                             -- Jacques Vallee,   Diary  23 November 1963

                “Flies are buzzing ‘round my head/Vultures circling the dead/Picking up every last crumb/Big fish eat the little ones/Big fish eat the little ones/Not my problem/Give me some.”                                          
                                                 ‘Optimistic’        - Radiohead

                “It’s the Devil’s way now….BECAUSE YOU HAVE NOT BEEN PAYING ATTENTION.”
                                                 ‘2 + 2 = 5’            - Radiohead

                Welcome to November 2011 ladies and gentlemen, the month we got so monstrously shaken out of our United States of Amnesia. But the signal markers on this gilded path to oblivion have been there all along for those with eyes to see and ears to hear. Somewhere Jung is nodding, for I find it more than synchronistic that I made the decision to start this blog in the fortnight before what’s broken open at Penn State, where day by day it’s a peeling-back process, layer by layer like an onion, almost to the point where the foggy hills of Pennsylvania seem to be hiding some gibbering, chthonic force. Because human beings truly can’t do this to each other, can they? Adults can’t possibly be this malevolent, this unspeakably evil towards children, can they? Wake up, you nation of monsters, of course they can. All made possible by you, the somnambulistic herd, deaf to all the claxons going off around you for literally decades. Gather a little closer around the warmth of your laptops, tablets, and I-pads, all your trinkets of misdirection, and listen…..

                Item: In the early 1950’s the CIA begins looking for specially gifted children to study dissociative states, which could be induced and controlled to some extent with hypnosis, drugs, and trauma-based programming.

                Item: In January 1969, the CIA’s Operation OFTEN is initialized by Dr. Sidney Gottlieb, who in April 1953 began MKULTRA, under orders from Allen Dulles before Richard Helms took over. Initially, Operation OFTEN was a joint CIA/Army Chemical Corps drug project, based out of Edgewood Arsenal in Maryland and using inmates of the Holmesburg State prison in Philadelphia as test subjects. It came under the aegis of the CIA’s Office of Research and Development(ORD), which was concerned with parapsychology and the application of supernatural powers for military purposes.

                     from Sinister Forces, Book 2,  Peter Levenda, p.87

               

               Item: “To corner him for the Agency, it was recognized at Langley that the Devil must be made respectable. Working through conduits, the Scientific Engineering Institute helped fund a course in sorcery at the University of South Carolina. Two hundred and fifty students enrolled. The scientists of Operation Often studied carefully the results of classes devoted to fertility and initiation rites and raising the dead.”
                 from Journey Into Madness,  Gordon Thomas, p.267

Item: By the spring of 1984 some 360 children came forward and testified they were molested by multiple persons in the McMartin Preschool in Manhattan Beach, California.  Specifically calling upon the False Memory Syndrome hypothesis of Peter and Pamela Freyd, the defense effectively discredits the witnesses and testimony despite more than 80% of the children displaying anal fissures, rectal bleeding, blunt force trauma to the genitalia and various STDs including chlamydia. Further testimony of  underground tunnels at the site was also discredited; the L.A.Times going so far as to run a flurry of features ridiculing the excavation led by archaeologist Gary Stickel until actual evidence of the tunnels was discovered, whereupon the Times then ran a brief sidebar noting dryly that evidence of tunnels had in fact been found before never mentioning the subject again.

By 1992 the idea of the false memory syndrome had foetidly blossomed into an actual False Memory Syndrome Foundation.  Executive directors: Peter and Pamela Freyd,  publicly accused by their own daughter Jennifer of child abuse and rape.  Founder: Ralph Underwager. Self-confessed pedophile. Quote: ”It’s ‘God’s will’ that adults engage in sex with children.”  Board member: Martin Orne. Senior CIA mind control researcher specializing in experiments in hypnotic programming, electronic dissolution of memory, and various mind subduing techniques.  Board member: Harold Lief. CIA mind control researcher specializing in hypnotic programming and trauma-based behavior modification. Psychiatrists all. Orne specifically linking to studies at Holmesburg prison and the University of Pennsylvania during Operation OFTEN during 1968-9. In 1962 his forays into hypno-programming(the elicitation of “anti-social” behavior, dissolving memory and other techniques) were financed by a CIA front at Cornell. Also funded by Boston’s Scientific Engineering Institute, again a front, and a final clearinghouse for the Agency’s investigations into the occult including attempted experiments in opening lines of communication with non-human intelligences. This is not a joke. This is strict, mandated, federally-funded, systematic. 

Item: 1988-1991 the Franklin Scandal and Cover-up. Boys from Omaha’s Boys Town were trafficked to Washington politicos. Implications, sealed depositions, and grand jury testimonies led straight to the inner sanctum of the Bush Sr.  White House. Private eye extraordinaire hired by the Nebraska State Legislature to get to the bottom of things, Gary Caradori, tracks down witnesses, follows nationwide leads, accrues massive photographic evidence, and secures flight and credit card receipts attesting to the validity of all the claims, from Nebraska to Washington D.C. to, according to one eyewitness and participant, a place among the redwoods in California that was derided as a conspiracy theory for another decade before being “outed” on film by Alex Jones, Bohemian Grove. What goes on there among the globe’s elite is still largely shrouded in secrecy and beyond the scope of this article.   

 Number one perp Larry King sings at both 1984 and 1988 Republican conventions, and is the number one African-American mover-and-shaker in Omaha along with one Herman Cain. (Interestingly enough, Joe Paterno also addresses the delegation at 1988 Republican convention for Bush.) Witnesses begin fleeing and backtracking in droves after Caradori’s small plane goes down in Aurora, Illinois on July 11, 1990 after both he and his small son had attended the MLB All-star game in Chicago, then en route to Lincoln, Nebraska with evidence Caradori told Senator Loran Schmidt, the Committee Chair, was the “smoking gun.” Officials began by claiming the plane ‘broke apart’ in mid-air, denying any explosion took place. Initial reports however, state that a farmer on scene said he saw a flash of light, heard an explosion, then saw the plane plunge into the ground. This eyewitness account of a flash of light and explosion was on the early edition of the news in Nebraska but was struck from subsequent reports which said that the plane exploded only upon impact. Robert Wadman, former Police Chief of Omaha before being run out of town when identified as one of the critical perpetrators in the Franklin Scandal by multiple children’s accounts, just happened to be the Aurora Police Chief at the time.

Caradori’s briefcase and the rear seat of the plane have never been found. The wreckage was examined on a military base rather than under control of civilian personnel, and was ruled an accident by government officials.

Sources inside the Illinois sheriff’s department revealed that a deputy sheriff was the first person on the scene, and stated that child pornography littered the farm field. This deputy personally picked up a large number of photographs, as well as other evidence including maps and receipts. The FBI arrived immediately with three flatbed trucks, cordoned off the field, grabbed the evidence from his hands, and began combing the area with multiple personnel. All evidence, including the wreckage, was placed on the flatbeds as the deputy was told this is all confidential information and never to speak of it under threat of national security. This evidence has obviously never surfaced again in the Franklin inquiry or any other.

Two months later the deputy sheriff and his wife were involved in a head-on collision in which she died and he was seriously injured.

Item: The 1996 Dutroux affair in Belgium is perhaps the largest and most-investigated pedophile network, implicating more nobility, gendarmerie, lawyers, judges, and royal families throughout Europe than you can shake a scepter at.  It was delved into at a website called the Institute for the Study of Globalization and Covert Politics(previously the Project for the Exposure of Hidden Institutions) that ran into the thousands of pages including footnotes. Subsequently taken over, taken out, and taken down, there’s still a chance you can find it at a wikileaks mirror site. If you hurry. Try wikispooks.com/wiki/ISGP_Archive. And say a prayer for the guy who ran it, Joel van der Reijden. God knows what happened to him. (Warning: if you can access it, the site is extremely graphic and disturbing, so prepare yourself.) Believe me when I tell you these might be the most important research documents ever to see the light of day on the internet, especially if you have a sincere desire to truly find out how the world works. But I cannot stress just how much reading these in your shadowy basement at 3 a.m. WILL CHANGE YOU.

Before we get back to Happy Valley, we have to mention that this scrawny listing of horrors isn’t even scratching the surface of assisted suicides, unexplained crashes, and even more cases like the Presidio daycare scandal that unearths names like avowed Satanist and U.S.Army intel officer Michael Aquino, a key player in all this, the Casa Pia scandal in Portugal that gives rise to the Madelaine McCann disappearance, the child porn that flooded the computer systems of Access Graphics run by Jon Ramsey and what happened to that whole investigation, the Dunblane killings(see photo above) and the Scottish police themselves involved in a pedophile ring, not to mention the sealing of those files for 100 years…and on, and on, and on, and on………

Happy Valley sounds like one of those David Lynch towns, where it all goes on and comes off beneath the surface. Rip away the apple pie veneer and you’re faced with something unspeakable, some kind of poison rot deep in the soul of the country itself, which, if you follow this scarlet thread, is where a man named Jacques Vallee comes in. Vallee(the model for Francois Truffaut in ‘Close Encounters of the Third Kind’) while at SRI the creator of ARPANET, grandfather of the internet, started out investigating flying saucers with J.Allen Hynek. His first books were likely the best hard-science based defense of the extraterrestrial hypothesis to this day, but around 1969, our man Vallee, much like Charles Fort before him, began feeling the first suspicions of something profoundly ‘other’ in our midst. He began investigating the links between UFOs, cults, and religious movements, whipped up by entities that could be from anywhere, anytime, multidimensional. Coexisting with us but remaining undetected.

Vallee  proposes that there is indeed a genuine phenomenon, partly associated with a form of non-human consciousness that can manipulate space-time. This phenomenon has been active throughout human history, seeming to masquerade in various forms to different cultures. He believes the intelligence behind this phenomenon attempts social manipulation by using deception on the humans with whom they interact.  So we arrive at an eerie nexus of military intelligence, dissociative states, and the attempted opening of a discourse with some off-world predatory intelligence all linked somehow with child trauma and pedophilia. All under the rubric of a worldwide network that operates with impunity for decades if not centuries. If you think that’s pushing the envelope on the historical timeline, look up Gilles de Rais for starters, then the arcane research of figures such as John Dee.

 Where exactly all this goes is anybody’s guess, but Bob Dylan may have hit the nail on the head 32 years ago when he sang “you’ve gotta serve somebody.”

What all of this has to do with Happy Valley is that people are starting to see the cracks in the façade. People are finally starting to feel those two things articulated by Al Pacino in ‘The Insider,’ pissed off, and curious…… Connections are starting to be looked into between Happy Valley and Omaha, where exactly all the pieces fit; Larry King is ultimately nailed with pilfering $40 million from Franklin Credit Union as Herman Cain buys Godfather’s pizza there for………..$40 million. More importantly what happened to D.A. Ray Gricar, who refused to press charges against Sandusky despite a seeming orgy of evidence, and was researching how to fry a hard drive right before he disappeared in that very odd year of 2005. Complicity? Foul play?

Just this morning on the Today show, Sandusky attorney Joe Amendola let loose with a sickeningly smarmy display of backpedaling for his client all the while invoking the dreaded ghost of, you guessed it, the McMartin preschool “hoax,” in hopes of planting that seed of reasonable doubt into the minds of the sheeple. See how they never venture far from the well they’ve poisoned? It all comes back around, again and again and again. And speaking of Amendola, when he was 49 he had a child with a 16-year old, as he vies for the coveted Second-Most-Hated-Man-in-America award, amazingly somehow vaulting past McQueary, Paterno, and the entire brainless Nittany Lion horde.

Even more ominously, back in April, Pittsburgh radio host Mark Madden was the very first person to break the Sandusky story, seven months beforehand. Now he’s saying those same sources are telling him Sandusky pimped out the young boys from his Second Mile program to wealthy elite donors, making it a kind of BoysTown-East. All this is beginning to sound more and more like something Kubrick could have inserted into ‘Eyes Wide Shut,’ as increasingly, the aura around this grows ever stranger.

Item: MSNBC 6/7/2011                 Dozens of bodies have been found in a mass grave in Liberty County NBC-affiliate KPRC Local 2 reported Tuesday. (Houston TX station.)….The Liberty County Sheriff’s Office said 25 to 30 bodies were buried at the intersection of County roads 2049 and 2048 between Hardin and Daisetta. KHOU reported that a tipster alerted authorities about the bodies, which were said to be dismembered.

The bodies are those of children, according to preliminary reports, KPRC Local 2 said on its website.

The FBI has been called in to assist in the investigation.

By KHOU.com Staff         posted June 7, 2011 at 4:50 p.m.

Updated today at 5:33 p.m.

Liberty County bodies

A law enforcement source confirmed that a mass grave with ‘a lot of bodies’ was found on the property near the intersection of County roads 2048 and 2049.

Then after all this, the big curtain fell. After the FBI and the Feds arrived on scene, local law enforcement suddenly out of the blue denied finding anything, and blame was laid at the feet of a bumbling, wrong-headed psychic. When exactly was the last time the FBI was called out en masse on the claim of a single mistaken psychic? Everybody suspects now that when things like this are disappeared down the memory hole it’s the result of some huge movers and shakers leaning in on them.

Item: Accused war criminal former Vice President Dick Cheney is scheduled to speak at the infamous Vancouver Club on Monday, September 26.

The International Tribunal into Crimes of Church and State(ITCCS)supports the protest being called against Cheney’s appearance for 5:30 p.m. that day at the Vancouver Club at 915 West Hastings Street, and wishes to inform concerned citizens and the press of these facts:

Since the spring of 1994, lawyers and journalists have named the Vancouver Club as a site where children are routinely trafficked, exploited sexually and possibly killed. These crimes were documented, including with photographic proof, by Vancouver trial lawyer Jack Cram and his assistant Renate Andres-Auger, during 1994. Both of these lawyers attempted to bring a lawsuit against two Supreme Court judges in Vancouver for their proven complicity in this alleged pedophile ring, in April of 1994. Both of them were disbarred, and Jack Cram was arrested, drugged, and jailed, and the evidence he had on these judges and the Club was stolen.

Aboriginal children have been a prime target of the Vancouver Club pedophile ring, which involves senior judges, church lawyers, businessmen, and politicians. To quote Jack Cram’s statement in the BC Supreme Court on April 26, 1994, “Indian children go into the Vancouver Club and are never seen again.” As recently as the summer of 2009 aboriginal children have been observed being taken against their will into the rear entrance of the Vancouver Club at 915 West Hastings street from the Squamish Indian reserve in North Vancouver, between the hours of 1 and 3 a.m.

An attempt by reporters of the Vancouver Province and the North Shore News to investigate these claims and the Cram evidence was stopped by a threatened lawsuit against these newspapers from the two Supreme Court judges named by Cram, during 1996 and 1997.

One of the predecessors of our ITCCS, the U.N.-affiliated IHRAAM tribunal into Indian Residential schools obtained considerable evidence during its June 1998 hearings in Vancouver concerning the Vancouver Club pedophile ring. This included eyewitness accounts from an employee at the Club and from a retired RCMP officer, who was discouraged by his superiors from investigating the Club, where the RCMP Superintendent is a member. When one of the IHRAAM investigators, Kevin Annett, publicly surfaced this evidence, he became immediately targeted by a COINTELPRO-type “dirty tricks” campaign by the RCMP and its agents that continues to the present day.

A United Nations conference on child trafficking, held in Vancouver in September 1999, confirmed in its summary report that Vancouver is one of three cities in the world where “organized child prostitution and trafficking operates with unofficial police and judicial protection…. including at the elite Vancouver Club.”

Considering these facts, we urge protesters to continue their actions against the Vancouver Club even after Dick Cheney has gone, and expose the reason why Cheney is appearing at this center where the proven rape, torture, and possible murder of children goes on with impunity  -  and whether Cheney is himself  connected to these crimes.

       (courtesy of the COTO Report, Sept.23, 2011) 

See, when you start to know how to perceive the news, suddenly this is everywhere.

 “In a dark time, the eye begins to see.”

                                                Theodore Roethke

        Is this all just man’s inhumanity to man, or is there some vile method behind all this insanity, this unbelievable cruelty? Genetic evil? The elite deviance of centuries? To what end?

They have buried us under some kind of ritualistic coup since November 1963, and whether we know it or not, these long range, occultic, gradations-of-regime-change are killing us just as surely as the frog in the slowly boiling pot. One thing is for sure, they don’t want an informed public. And what’s the best way to keep that from happening? Mae Brussell might have thought of it this way: marry the constant drumbeat of ritual trauma of JFK-the doomsday clock-Waco-OKC-Columbine-911-Virginia Tech with the flood of increased SSRI consumption on a mass scale over that same time period, and what do you have? The best way to keep the public from being informed is to keep them in a constant fugue state of low-level PTSD. If it smells like social engineering, maybe it is.

Or put it this way. You don’t believe any of this. If all of this WERE true, what would the world look like?

Then look around.

What's Going On

“The only joy in life is to begin.”  Cesare  Pavese
“It ain’t what you don’t know that gets you into trouble. It’s what you know for sure that just ain’t so.”  Mark Twain   

   

                     What went on in Mena, Arkansas in the dead, undercover center of the Eighties defies description, but is paramount in terms of defining the terrain.  In the parapolitical arena when examining the deviant elite, the disease is nothing, the terrain everything.  It’s where we’re going, how we got here, and along the way all the days and nights between stations.  Here is where we will pick apart the eldritch octopus that has seeped into the lives of so many at such crucial junctures in our shared secret history, unexamined by the media, unconnected by the mass consciousness.  You’ve come to the place where everything means something and where there are no coincidences, only dots not joined and happenstance unexplored.  Hopefully this can serve as a small nexus point where we all begin taking responsibility back, my small thimble tossed into a tsunami of  excellent work by Jeff Wells at Rigorous Intuition and Mae Brussell, late of World Watchers International, the two standardbearers. They more than any others are the ones who first hoisted the black flag for me.  We owe this to ourselves, and to Gary Caradori, to Terrance Yeakey, Paul Wilcher, to Dorothy Kilgallen, Paul Wellstone.  We owe this to Danny Casolaro, and to all those who’ve stayed up too late, peered too far over the edge, examined too closely, and not let go when time, circumstance, and well being dictated otherwise. We owe this to Mae. And to Don Henry and Kevin Ives, boys swept up in the gales of history one humid August 23^rd night in 1987 on train tracks that led both literally and figuratively straight into the thundering black heart of Mena and Amerika itself.  Blood on the tracks indeed. We owe this to the many whose names we’ll never know. This is for everyone everywhere ever whose temperament and personality have been pushed to a point where they said ‘no more.’  And with that I think the paraphrased words of Noel Gallagher will do just fine for now; “I think I know but I don’t know why/Questions are the answers you might need/ all my people right here right now, you know what I mean……”  

                   Placed under the microscope, you can remora the crimes of Mena to the whole putrid junta shebang.  Here’s Iran-Contra.  Oops there goes 9-11.  What’s a little human(child) trafficking between friends, right DynCorp? Or is that the Finders?… Perhaps a little of JFK’s skull on the side; some doctored autopsy photos, some missing brain….I’m sure they thought it was amazing the way they could manipulate Tippit’s body like that.  Then there’s their whole M.O., revealed over and over again.  Anthrax poisoning seems a particular favorite. Funny how Russell Welch, Arkansas investigator supreme of Mena strangeness, was targeted with the same military grade as were Daschle and Leahy, the two main antagonists of the passage of the Patriot Act. Two incidents and three people separated by 14 years and hundreds of miles, but for chuckles they’ll always have the fond memories of being tagged by Fort Detrick for the higher cause. The filthy blanket of National Security validates all.  But should we stop at 3, because there’s always that pesky tabloid publisher in Boca Raton that put out there those drunken pictures of the Bush girls…Time after time, decade after decade, we see the same names surface again and again. Nixon’s dirty tricks of Segretti lead straight to Rove. One investigative committee after another bought off, compromised, squashed. Kerry, Ben-Veniste, Powell. People who could’ve made a difference at the time, but didn’t. Chemical zombie(“You don’t use Ambien? Everybody here uses Ambien.”) Colin Powell now trying to cheap shot and retrofit his way into the morally upright intrigieren is particularly underhanded, galling, and loathsome.  Rumsfeld selling poison and calling it NutraSweet. Cheney selling slavery and abuse and calling it capitalism and freedom, the American flag turned into a goddamn fraternity pin.

                    Next we have the time honored thuggery of the small plane hypothesis, which has worked on everyone from Hale Boggs to Mike Connell, Cheney and Rove’s vote-altering guru, with Gary Caradori, JFK Jr, Paul Wellstone and Lord knows who else in between.   On the white collar non-wetwork side we have the economic muggings of the BCCI/Silverado scandals of the Eighties that dovetail neatly with the drugs and weapons corridors straight into South America, not to mention the 40 million missing that formed a nice adjunct to the network of ritual abuse and trafficking of children that was the Franklin scandal that will be delved into more thoroughly at a later date.  The icing on the cake is the 2.3 trillion dollars that went unaccounted for on September 10^th,2001, cited by none other than Don Rumsfeld.  But that was simple accounting error, right?  Right.  Ask yourself what kind of dark operation could 2.3 trillion dollars buy?  How many gagged mouths can be optioned for that? Why after 9-11 was there not one firing, demotion, or even the slightest reprimand? Because you promote and advance so the grade of security classification gets steeper, and the punishment grows ever more severe should the desire to squeal or whistleblow become overwhelming. If that piece of cajoling doesn’t work then comes the bribe, and finally the bodies. They start to hit the pavement with terminal velocity.  It works the same every time.                           “And where I live the game we play is compromise solution…”                        Not to forget the blackmail.  You wonder how many light-blasted sweaty faces of congressmen, senators, media personalities, even vice presidents and higher graced the cozy inner confines of Gary Caradori’s briefcase before it went missing in that 4-foot cornfield outside Chicago in the wee small hours of July11,1990. His Piper went down at 2:40 a.m.  His 8- year-old son was with him, but what’s one more innocent’s blood on their hands anyway? It’s what they live for in their perpetual Samhain.  Makes you wonder just what went on in those shadowy Embassy Row backrooms after the main party guests had filtered away before the start of another Rock Creek Park Horror Show. Most important is the realization we all didn’t just magically arrive here suddenly with no money in our pilfered pockets and a whole lot of wondering what happened. It’s been a progression.  We’ll be revisiting all this and more in the days and nights to come,  gathering power and momentum as we all sail on into the dark rift of  2012.