Saturday, December 31, 2011


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

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

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 19th 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 8th, 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.