Tuesday, June 17, 2014

FULL SUPERSPECTRUM DOMINANCE


    
“Stretching across Asia, from Northern Manchuria, through Tibet, west through Persia, and ending in Kurdistan, was a chain of seven towers, on isolated mountaintops, and in each of these towers sat continually a priest of Satan, who, by broadcasting occult vibrations controlled the destinies of the world for evil.”        Adventures in Arabia, William Seabrook  (1927)



     “Hey everybody…don’t you feel that there’s something…”  It’s A Long Way There, Graham Goble  (1975)





     “What the phenomenon really says is that the universe is a subset of something else.”     Jacques Vallee’s final statement so far on the nature of the UFO enigma





     Occult secret societies.  Military intelligence.  Dark religious orders.  The roots of Nazi-connected elites.  Banking cabals worldwide.  The Central Intelligence Agency.  The National Security State.  NASA.  Ever wonder why these and other far-reaching bedfellows always become entangled the more one looks into forbidden areas like mind control, Remote Viewing, the UFO phenomenon, and various breadcrumbs and clues left behind by assorted serial killers and Manchurian Candidates?  Do you suspect a behind-the-scenes yearning for contact with “something other” by a generational Octopus of elite controllers?  Does the CIA use Satanism as a front for social engineering or vice versa?  Does a vast unknown “control system” own humanity?  These nagging questions left splinters in the minds of great thinkers such as Jacques Vallee, J. Allen Hynek, and John Keel, and still form a crucible for our world events today, which month by month threaten to overrun the banks of common sense and rationality, spilling over into a new paradigm, a fracturing of a previous reality we only thought we knew.  Time seems to quicken even now into a headlong flight to esoteric, sinister notions previously uncharted.  Leonard Cohen sensed this when he wrote: “Things are going to slide, slide in all directions/ Won’t be nothing you can measure anymore/ The blizzard of the world has crossed the threshold and has overturned the order of the soul.”  No one has ever found better phrasing to describe our slipping down that slope of apathy and massive disinterest.  Our ultimate destruction lies in our lack of curiosity for the things that matter.



     Globe-hopping author John Keel, in his book The Eighth Tower (1976), a manuscript of ideas “faceless editors in tiny cubicles” had previously slashed from his The Mothman Prophecies, first described something he called the Superspectrum, and it could play heavily into what we’re looking for as a Unified Field Theory of High Strangeness, encompassing everything from UFOs and Bigfoot to precognition, Men in Black, teleportation, dark matter, parallel worlds and every manner of psychic phenomena imaginable.  As cutting edge research into quantum mechanics and fringe science continues to advance, Keel looks more and more like a mad prophet that intuited something beyond the scope of so-called normal thinking in the 1960s.  It also could very easily be that much of Keel’s thinking began to leak its way into and color the parapolitical realm up to and after the turn of the millennium, as the idea of merely communicating with sentient intelligences in other realms turned into more open discourse and continued instruction. 



     The early Project Blue Book government shill-turned-true believer Dr. J. Allen Hynek would come to believe that all UFOs  witnessed were not from one singular source, and by the 1980s, he began to think that a great number of them were from what he called a parallel reality, a theory inherited from his friend and co-researcher Jacques Vallee in the 1970s, who  borrowed it from Keel in the 1960s. 



     In speaking with Vallee, Hynek said: “When we’re talking about an object that people are reporting (in the Hudson Valley NY area) that’s larger than a football field, where do you put it during the day if it only comes out at night?  How do you hide something that big?”  Much data was examined and people reported the object disappearing and re-appearing, along with eyewitness pilot reports of the object folding in on itself, like a telescoping antenna.  Hynek amid all this came to the conclusion that he would be sorely disappointed if UFOs turned out to be merely somebody else's spaceships.  Talks soon turned to multi-dimensional realities; a parallel universe.  When asked time and again by fellow researchers why there were so many sightings, numbering in the thousands, in the Hudson Valley from approximately 1983-1985, he replied “Look for windows.”  He believed, after years of spewing the government debunking line and being a skeptic himself, but after now fully examining all the data, that there were “windows” in the space/time fabric that these objects, under intelligent control, used as portals to enter our “here and now.”



     More than once in wee-hours discussions with confidant Vallee, the late Hynek, after his favorite dessert of vanilla ice cream with chocolate sauce, would whisper through the curling smoke rings of his pipe: “You know, John Keel just may have been right about this whole thing all along.” 





     “Whoever – or whatever – they are, they’ve got us surrounded.”       John Keel





     More and more Keel’s The Mothman Prophecies (1975) and Operation Trojan Horse (1970) look like works of speculative physics, a macabre cross of Chaos and String Theory where nothing is what it seems, and the world is a playground for quasi-spiritual forces that have anything but our best interests at heart as they have been busy manufacturing a control system that’s been in place for thousands of years.  The fundamental question remains whether or not this control system extends to now encompass the intelligence complex, in place in this country since the end of WWII, using fronts like Satanism and Terrorism (essentially Operation Gladio continued) to catapult whatever endgame has been authored.  Within this agenda there can be numerous factions all working seemingly at cross-purposes yet in reality toward the same finale, hence the slippery nature of trying to purchase some kind of grip on the Octopus.  Even before Keel, Charles Fort thought there could be a human element, a secret order, liaisons, working in consort with this off-world control system.  What would he think of the world today if he could see this picture of the second Bush inauguration, where Vice President Dick Cheney smugly flashes his true allegiances to historic numbers of protesters safely tucked in behind their “free speech zones?”  (And just to get this off my chest, I thought the entire United States was originally designed as one big Free Speech Zone.) 




    

    

     To those wondering about that hand symbol, no, he’s not a fan of Texas.  This is a creature pivotal to the destruction, during the Ford Administration, of the majority of records pertaining to MKUltra and the even more atrocity-laden Project Artichoke as well as other mind control ops such as the dreaded Project Monarch, not to mention being the architect of a worldview – a Weltanschauung – that saw the destruction of arguably more lives than any since the Holocaust and Pol Pot’s Khmer Rouge.  This soulless “thing” was there for the first drafts of what would become Full Spectrum Dominance, the abhorrent desire of the military and security complex to control every facet of the battlespace that is by their definition your life, including but not limited to all “terrestrial, aerial, maritime, subterranean, extraterrestrial, psychological, and bio- and cyber-technological” facets.  How well do you think they’ve succeeded?  The whole of this creature’s existence makes a lie of those who would laugh at the prospect of Satanism, Luciferianism, and Satanic Ritual Abuse systematically institutionalized on our planet today.  It’s just a conspiracy theory, right?  As many as want to can blithely think that while we try to place our hands on the blueprints to the gears of the machine we rage against.



  

     In that spirit, let’s gaze once more into the superspectrum, because before we can grind their gears to a halt, we first need to understand how to hack into their party line and see just how a communication breakdown could be implemented.  Keel began with detailing the electromagnetic spectrum and the inability of the human mind to fully comprehend it, much less harness or manipulate it on a five-sense level.  He then postulated a “superspectrum,” of which the electromagnetic spectrum was only a small subset.  This second spectrum was “comprised of energies known to exist but that cannot be accurately measured with present-day instruments…a shadowy world of energies which produce well-observed effects, particularly on biological organisms.  This superspectrum is the source of all paranormal manifestations from flying saucers to extrasensory perception, little green men, and tall, hairy monsters.  It is hard to pin down scientifically because it is extradimensional, existing outside our own space-time continuum, yet influencing everything within our reality.”  Keel gave the name “ultraterrestrials” to those unknowable agencies or entities he postulated may exist in the wider vistas of said superspectrum, essentially classifying in one fell swoop UFOs, Bigfoot, ghosts, trolls, vampires, the Loch Ness Monster, Mothman, and everything else that pops up here literally from “time to time.”






     Writers like Keel, Vallee, and F.W. Holiday (who logged many years of research in and around Loch Ness, and came face-to-face with its increasingly paranormal aspects), all seem to have arrived at points in their research where they became frightened (or in the rigidly scientific Vallee’s case, wary); a touch of foreboding shading their dispatches, almost to the point of submitting writings on the verge of panic.  Did they intuit or glimpse things that would ultimately be revealed in time to the deep black military worlds and their paymasters?  Again, we have only the most gossamer of clues, but what we do know is unsettling, especially regarding the nature of our consensus reality, the soul, and their troubling connections.






    



     “Now here I go again I see/ the crystal visions/ I keep my visions to myself/

It’s only me who wants to wrap around your dreams and/ Have you any dreams you’d like to sell?”      from ‘Rumours’  S.Nicks







      On October 18, 1973, at approximately 10:30 PM a UH-1H helicopter of the United States Army Reserve left Port Columbus, Ohio, for its home base of Cleveland Hopkins airport, ninety-six nautical miles to the north-northeast. In command, in the right-front seat, was Captain Lawrence J. Coyne, thirty-six, with nineteen years of flying experience. At the controls, in the left-front seat, sat First Lieutenant Arrigo Jezzi, twenty-six, a chemical engineer. Behind Jezzi sat Sergeant John Healey, thirty-five, a Cleveland policeman who was the flight medic, and behind Coyne was the Crew Chief, Sergeant Robert Yanacsek, twenty-three, a computer technician. The helicopter was cruising at 2,500 feet above sea level at an indicated airspeed of ninety knots, above mixed hills, woods, and rolling farmland, averaging 1,200 feet elevation. The night was totally clear, calm, and starry. The last quarter moon was just rising.

     About ten miles south of Mansfield, Healey noticed a single red light off to the west, flying south. It seemed brighter than a standard aircraft port-wing light, but it was not considered relevant traffic, and he does not recall mentioning it. An estimated two minutes later, at approximately 11:02 PM, Yanacsek noted a single red light on the southeast horizon. He assumed it was either a radio-tower beacon or an aircraft port-wing light - most likely an aircraft, since it was not flashing - and he watched it "for a long time, a minute to ninety seconds" before calling it to Coyne's attention. Coyne, smoking, relaxing, glanced over, noted the light, assumed it was distant traffic, and told Yanacsek casually to "keep an eye on it."

     After an estimated additional thirty seconds, Yanacsek announced that the light had turned toward the helicopter and appeared to be on a converging flight path. Coyne verified Yanacsek's assessment, grabbed the controls from Jezzi, and put the UH-1H into a powered descent of approximately 500 feet per minute.  Coyne later estimated the startling speed of the unknown: it went from being a red light on the horizon to pacing their helicopter in less than 10 seconds. Almost simultaneously, Coyne established radio contact with Mansfield control tower, ten miles to the northwest. Coyne thought the flight was an Air National Guard F-100 from Mansfield. After an initial acknowledgment ("This is Mansfield Tower, go ahead Army 1-5-triple-4"), radio contact failed. Jezzi then attempted transmission on both UHF and VHF frequencies without success. Although the channel and keying tones were both heard, there was no response from Mansfield, and a subsequent check by Coyne revealed that Mansfield had no tape of even the initial transmission.

     The red light continued its radial bearing and increased greatly in intensity. Coyne increased his rate of descent to 2,000 feet per minute and his airspeed to 100 knots. The last altitude he noted was 1,700 feet. Just as a collision appeared imminent, the unknown light halted in its westward course and assumed a hovering relationship above and in front of the helicopter. "It wasn't cruising, it was stopped. For maybe ten to twelve seconds - just stopped," Yanacsek reported. Coyne, Healey, and Yanacsek agree that a cigar-shaped, slightly domed object subtended an angle of nearly the width of the front windshield. A featureless, gray, metallic-looking structure was precisely delineated against the background stars. Yanacsek reported "a suggestion of windows" along the top dome section. The red light emanated from the bow, a white light became visible at a slightly indented stern, and then, from aft/below, a green 'pyramid shaped" beam equated to a directional spotlight became visible. The green beam passed upward over the helicopter nose, swung up through the windshield, continued upward and entered the tinted upper window panels. At that point (and not before), the cockpit was enveloped in green light.







      Jezzi reported only a bright white light, comparable to the leading light of a small aircraft, visible through the top ‘greenhouse' panels of the windshield. After the estimated ten seconds of "hovering," the object began to accelerate off to the west, now with only the white "tail" light visible. The white light maintained its intensity even as its distance appeared to increase, and finally (according to Coyne and Healey), it appeared to execute a decisive 45 degree turn to the right, head out toward Lake Erie, and then "snap out" over the horizon. Healey reported that he watched the object moving westward "for a couple of minutes." Jezzi said it moved faster than the 250-knot limit for aircraft below 10,000 feet, but not as fast as the 600-knot approach speed reported by the others. There was no noise from the object or turbulence during the encounter, except for one "bump" as the object moved away to the west. After the object had broken off its hovering relationship, Jezzi and Coyne noted that the magnetic compass disk was rotating approximately four times per minute and that the altimeter read approximately 3,500 feet; a 1,000 foot-per-minute climb was in progress. Coyne insists that the collective was still bottomed from his evasive descent. Since the collective could not be lowered further, he had no alternative but to lift it, whatever the results, and after a few seconds of gingerly maneuvering controls (during which the helicopter reached nearly 3,800 feet), positive control was achieved. By that time the white light had already moved into the Mansfield area. Coyne had been subliminally aware of the climb; the others not at all, yet they had all been acutely aware of the g-forces of the dive. The helicopter was brought back to the flight plan altitude of 2,500 feet, radio contact was achieved with Canton/Akron, and the night then proceeded uneventfully to Cleveland.




     Mrs. E. C. and four adolescents were driving south from Mansfield to their rural home on October 18, 1973, at approximately 11 P.M., when they were attracted to a single steady bright red light flying south "at medium altitude." They watched for perhaps half a minute until it disappeared to the south over the trees.

     Approximately five minutes later, now driving east on Route 430, approaching the Charles Mill Reservoir, the family became aware of two bright lights - red and green - descending rapidly toward them from the southeast. When first seen, the angular distance between the lights was about 2 degrees; the red light appeared to be leading. Mrs. C. pulled over to the shoulder of the deserted road and kept the engine and car lights running. The lights - bigger than point sources - slowed and moved as a unit to the right of the car and the family became aware of yet another group of lights - some of these flashing - and "a beating sound, a lot of racket" approaching from the southwest.




     Two of the children (cousins, both age thirteen) jumped from the car and observed both a helicopter and the object, which they described as "like a blimp," "as big as a school bus," "sort of pear shaped."  The object assumed a hovering position over the helicopter, an estimated 500 feet back from the road and 500 feet above the trees. (The ground elevation at the site is almost exactly 1,000 feet above sea level; thus at the noted 1,700-foot altimeter reading, the helicopter was actually about 650 feet above the trees.) The object's green light then flared up. "It was like rays coming down," the witnesses said. The helicopter, the trees, the road, the car - everything turned green." The kids scrambled with fright back into the car and Mrs. C. proceeded apace. Their estimated total time outside the car was "about a minute." Neither ground witnesses nor aircrew are sure at what point the two aircraft disengaged; the ground witnesses reported that the unidentified object crossed to the north side of the road behind the car, appeared to move eastward for a few seconds, then reversed its direction and climbed toward the northwest towards Mansfield - a flight path which correlates perfectly the motion of the object established through analysis of the aircrew's report.


     Any theory of the object's being a meteor (UFO skeptic Philip Klass maintains that the object was a "fireball of the Orionids meteor shower") can readily be rejected on the basis of: (1) the duration of the event (an estimated 300 seconds); (2) the marked deceleration and hard-angle maneuver of the object at closest approach; (3) the precisely defined shape of the object; and (4) the horizon-to-horizon flight path.

     The possibility of a high-performance aircraft likewise is untenable when one examines the positions and colors of the lights with respect to the flight path of the object. To have presented the reported configurations, and been in accordance with FAA regulations, an aircraft would have had to be flying sideways, either standing on its tail, tail-to to the helicopter, or upside-down head-on. Other arguments against aircraft hypothesis are: (1) a fixed-wing aircraft moving across the line of sight would appear to move most rapidly when passing directly in front of the observer; (2) a fixed-wing aircraft would not have the capability of decelerating from high velocity to "hover" within a few seconds time; (3) a helicopter would have the capability of hovering, but would not be capable of the high forward speeds reported; (4) a conventional aircraft, if within 500 to 1,000 feet, would have produced noise audible inside the helicopter; (5) the FAA requires either a strobe or a rotating beacon on either the top or bottom of the fuselage, (6) FAA requires that no aircraft shall fly below 10,000 feet msl at speeds above 250 knots; (7) some of the features of a conventional aircraft would have been seen, e.g., wings, engine pods, windows, empennage, numbers, logo.

     Coyne reported that the Magnaflux/Zygio method of nondestructive testing was applied to the rotors the following day and that there was no indication that they had been subjected to fatigue-producing stresses. Comparable times/distances/directions support the possibility that the red light first seen by the C. family, Healey's red light, and the object of the encounter were all one and the same. Yanacsek's red light on the eastern horizon was under continuous observation and was unequivocally the object of the encounter.  In addition, the magnetic compass in the Huey never functioned correctly after the incident, and had to be replaced.  Coyne in 1978 would go on to serve as a guest delegate and give testimony at the United Nations Symposium looking into the UFO ‘Problem’ Intelligence and the Human Future (that’s him behind the Grenada placard, with J. Allen Hynek smoking the pipe at far left).






     Coyne far right again at same Symposium, with Hynek and Jacques Vallee sitting between.








     What’s interesting for us however, is the unusual attention everyone in the helicopter that night warranted after the incident.  As they used to say late nights on the radio, please pay attention; here’s where it gets strange.  Coyne in particular received a call from the Surgeon General’s Office, Department of the Army, inquiring whether or not he had, since the incident, any “unusual dreams.”  He dutifully reported a very lucid dream of an out-of-body-experience, or OBE.



     Richard L. Thompson, in his work Alien Identities, paralleling UFO accounts with the Vedic texts, quoted Sgt. John Healey of the Mansfield incident crew:  “As time would go by, the Pentagon would call us up and ask us, ‘Well, has this incident happened to you since the night of the occurrence?’  And in two of the instances that I recall, what they questioned me, was, number one, have I ever dreamed of body separation, and I have – I dreamed that I was dead in bed and that my spirit or whatever was floating, looking down at me lying dead in bed…and the other thing was if I had ever dreamed of anything of spherical shape.  Which definitely had not occurred, to me.”



     The Pentagon frequently called Coyne with similar concerns, and would continue to hound all of the crew in the ensuing months and years following that starry October meeting two weeks shy of Samhain.  “One wonders,” writes Thompson, “who in the Pentagon might be interested in the UFO/out-of-body-experience connection?”  And more pointedly, why the intense interest?  Jeff Wells at the crucial Rigorous Intuition site writes “perhaps this is a good place to reintroduce the egg imagery common to UFOs and the soul, and the occult workings meant to open portals and birth a new aeon.  Whitley Strieber writes in Transformation that his visitors told him ‘we recycle souls.’”







     Whistleblower extraordinaire of the December 1980 Rendlesham Forest incidents at Bentwaters AFB in southeastern England, Larry Warren, also has something to say regarding intense curiosity exhibited by his superiors post-experience. 


      After three nights of multiple unknown craft on the ground, in the skies, possibly coming from underground, and being seen with their humanoid pilots in and around the towering Corsican pines by dozens of witnesses, Warren and others involved, already suffering close encounters, missing time, radiation poisoning, retinal burns, PTSD, and a host of other ‘Oz effects,’ were then subjected to cross examination (and possible mental tampering), by both the Office of Naval Intelligence and the Armed Forces Security Services (AFSS), long rumoured to be a branch of the National Security Agency.




    
     In the early months of 1981 after these encounters with The Other, the base at Bentwaters would exhibit the highest rate of suicide in the history of NATO.  But there’s more.



     “We were also told,” Warren remembers, “if any of us has any unusual dreams here was a number to call, day or night, every day…they call in psychiatrists to play head games, ‘are you having any dreams?’  Dreams were SO important to whoever we were talking to on the other end of the phones…’what are your dreams?  Do you feel compulsions to do anything?  You have to tell us.  It’s dangerous not to tell us.’”  One wonders if there was some early precursor to Full Spectrum Dominance being put into play here, and not just on the earthly plane, long before the Silicon Valley whispers of chips in your arm and iphones in your brain.  One increasingly gets the idea that whatever happened at Rendlesham was played out on the thinnest of veneers, an eggshell skin of what true reality is.



     Or as Warren himself says, referencing something unspoken and beyond the norm that happened to him in Texas in the summer of 1980 prior to his being first deployed to the U.K.: “There’s something even beyond the ‘spook’ level here that’s been pulling the strings for many, many years.”



     Remember also the dreams, nightmares, and premonitions on display in the weeks prior to the first appearance of the Mothman in Point Pleasant, West Virginia on November 12th, 1966. 


     As well as the dreams that were visited upon anyone staying on the property of the infamous Skinwalker Ranch in the Uintah Basin, Utah in the early and mid-1990s, before and during its acquisition by billionaire Robert Bigelow and his National Institute of Discovery Science (NIDS).




     Bigelow’s shadowy ties to the more radical scions of the defense industry as well as brothers-in-arms like John Alexander, Jacques Vallee, and even being situated within spitting distance of the slippery Michael Aquino is hardly cause for non-concern among those studying the various overlapping subsets of mind control, social engineering, and governmental witchcraft.







     If dreams are a distant early warning system against the madness slouching, yet to be born, you can bet there’ll always be a gaggle of earth-bound Freddy Kruegers looking to get a leg up on the rest of the useless eaters.  And if Full Spectrum Dominance is only some mid-range stopgap in the war on us, who’s to say what’s around the corner, or even who’s behind it, because if the Powers-That-Be are in league with a cosmic “control system” masquerading as benevolent benefactors, all bets are off. 





     If they are the inheritors of some sinister, aeons-old technology indistinguishable from magic, then it’s likely that Full Spectrum Dominance isn’t an endgame after all, but a step along the way to something even worse.  And let’s hope those are dreams we’ll never see.  The inhabitants of the Pentagon would never be interested in borrowing age-old Death Magic to weaponize, would they?





     Or where have I seen the outer ring of a pentagon opened before, and for what reason? 

Wednesday, April 30, 2014

THE PLANE OF EXPLODING SOULS


    
“My stories are attempts at reception; at listening to voices from another place, far away.  They only come out at night, when the background din and gabble of our world have faded out.  Then, faintly, I hear voices from another star.”

                                                      Philip K. Dick



     “Without further ado, we begin this journey - for no particular reason - with the aforementioned Phil Hartman, who was a high school friend of Lynette "Squeaky" Fromme, who later became a disciple of Charlie Manson, a jailhouse correspondent of John Hinckley, and the attempted assassin of President Gerald Ford, who was once a roommate of modeling entrepreneur Harry Conover, whose wife was the infamous Candy Jones, who was 'treated' by CIA-linked hypnotist William Jennings Bryan, who also 'treated' the purported Boston Strangler, Albert DeSalvo, whose name was written repetitively throughout the diaries of Sirhan Sirhan, who was also 'treated' by Bryan, who served as the technical director on The Manchurian Candidate, which was directed by John Frankenheimer, at whose beach house a dinner was held on June 5, 1968, (just after he had driven pal RFK to the Ambassador Hotel), whose attendees included "Mama" Cass Elliot, Roman Polanski, and Sharon Tate, who was killed just over a year later by followers of Charlie Manson, whose music was recorded by Doris Day's son, music producer Terry Melcher, who lived with girlfriend Candace Bergen at 10050 Cielo Drive the year before it became a slaughterhouse after being rented by Polanski..”

                                                                                                                                                   







     From the above quote gleaned from the impressive research of Dave McGowan, you begin to wonder about the curious synchronicities and groupings that plague and populate the history of both the political and the paranormal, which together comprise the secret history of all America. Fascinating how the same names tend to gravitate toward one another despite time and circumstance, even beyond the normal scope and definition of conspiracy, as if guided by an even darker force than greed, or shared ideology.  Then faintly, ever so faintly as Phil Dick described, the startling notion comes to you: Satan is a virus.  A virus running loose and rampant in this haunted house on this haunted planet, where there is a distinct occult underpinning that ghosts from blackness to blackness, in veiled operations from the Kennedy assassinations to MK-Ultra to Iran/Contra to the Franklin scandal and the Finders, Waco, Oklahoma City, Columbine and 9/11 to chemtrails, GMOs, and Agenda 21, on toward some vacant and unrecognizable horizon at the intersection of Luciferianism and transhumanism.  Where the same names from the aforesaid Bryan to Richard Helms to Richard Ben Veniste, Aleister Crowley, Helena Blavatsky, Warren Buffett, Rudolph Giuliani, Michael Aquino, Ted Shackley, Barry Seal, Sidney Gottlieb and a litany of others continue to fall like infected dominoes down across the years, corrupting what they touch, exploiting what they need on the killing floor they’ve made of our existence in the here and now, meeting at blasted, celestial coordinates where real life becomes a preordained contagion.



     In light of this night train of thought, and in looking to tie up the odds and loose ends of Malaysian jet MH370 from last time, let’s examine where the trails of money and sigil worship lead us tonight, especially given the fact that the times lately have reverberated with even more ritual than usual, in both life and death, on this plane of exploding and cross-connected souls.  The minute you begin to think this great galactic game isn’t rigged, you recall the ominous ramifications that Satan tempted Jesus with this world and everything in it, and just how could he have done so if it wasn’t his to give in the first place?





     So much has happened since last time in the narrative of the cursed MH370, I hardly know where to begin.  But, as always, the primary clues begin with misdirection.  We last left off with the families of the missing calling out the Malaysian authorities, the intelligence services, the Western influences on the investigation, and pretty much everyone they sensed was lying to them about everything through the mouthpiece(s) of various mainstream media.  And lo these many weeks and now almost months on, nothing has changed for them.  Rumours and declarations fly to no avail.  Malaysian authorities spouted that “technology like no other” had been used for the first time in an event such as this only to determine that they knew exactly where the wreckage was and the plane must be presumed lost, down with all on board.  Days later it’s announced that this tech that was “so advanced it had never been used before” was mistaken.  Wreckage sites get moved like chess pieces in an elaborate, macabre shadow play.  And still this sickeningly continues even as you read this.





     It was announced that the crash site had been pinpointed thanks to the usage of INMARSAT, a global positioning system rocketed into orbit that just happens to be owned by a consortium that includes no less than several Bushes and bin Ladens. (The very same ‘usual suspects’ who happen to just coincidentally own Freescale.)  The Skull and Bones network strikes again in the global follow-the-money web of intrigue.  What kind of misdirection and misinformation bombs could possibly profit people like that?  Families like those colluding in a false-flag event to both drive geopolitical agendas and make untold billions in the process?  Echoing ‘Casablanca,’ I’m shocked, shocked I tell you.  The object of their affection?  I present to you the Freescale Kinetis KL03 microcontroller unit in all its glory.  Look closely, because this little trinket embodies the patent worth disappearing planeloads over.






     Then, there is the curious case of the two dead ex-Navy Seals, Mark Daniel Kennedy and Jeffrey Keith Reynolds, 43 and 44 years of age, under highly suspicious circumstances.




     These 2 young men died, according to police reports, of respiratory failure.  These 2 were also charged with commandeering a transfer of “unknown cargo” onto MH370 from the U.S. container ship MV Maersk Alabama,



where it had previously been traced back to the Indian Ocean nation Republic of the Seychelles.  Both of these men were employed by maritime security firm the Trident Group, based in Virginia Beach, Virginia, founded by U.S. Navy Special Ops and Senior U.S. Naval Surface Warfare, which just so happens to specialize in the transfer of hazardous atomic and biological materials.  In the background to all this is the fact that in articles going back to 2011, Malaysia was targeted for destabilization by the CIA, Mossad, and friends. 





     Then there is this curious, recently uncovered series of facts from 9/11 investigator Christopher Bollyn that, taken in context, is telling:  remember that MH370 disappeared in the early morning hours of March 8.  On March 23, just when certain circumstances surrounding the disappearance began pointing fingers in the direction of Israel, the Mossad, and the CIA, all Israeli embassies and consulates worldwide were shut down, a historically unprecedented move that smacked of keeping all Israeli intel agents and military attaches sequestered from prying, questioning reporters, not to mention law enforcement agencies from both Asia and the West.  The historical shutdown was blamed on a vague, “fierce labor dispute,” that also remained unexplained in press releases.        



     Then there is this:  based on eyewitness reports from a network of investigators, insiders, and plane watchers in Europe and Israel, Bollyn went public with the news that there was an identical production model of the Malaysian Airlines Boeing 777 being kept in a sealed and guarded hanger at Tel Aviv airport.  Seattle-based Boeing always assembles aircraft in pairs as is its standard practice, but the question remains how one jet was leased by Malaysia’s national carrier while the other matching plane was secretly turned over to the Israeli government without a purchase order from state-run El Al airlines.



     Bollyn uncovered the fact that the two jets were delivered to a shielded, third-party company.  We can only surmise that somewhere in this timeline, plans for a false-flag are on order.  But why would the Israeli and/or U.S. planners need to hijack the Malaysian sister-plane when just one would be needed for the op?  Because the mint-condition jet in Tel Aviv would need to be retrofitted with Stealth cloaking, state-of-the-art avionics, aviation electronics, DU-tipped ordnance, and high-temperature explosives to run the false flag.  Then the fake evidence of Malaysian origins would be needed to complete the ruse, including identifying metal tags and other parts containing ID numbers, seat covers, crew uniforms, and not the least of which, bodies.  Especially including the two Iranian patsies ID’d as being on board.  You remember, the ones whose pictures they released to the media that were photoshopped giving them the same pair of legs.



    

     No other aircraft manufacturer is closer to the intelligence apparatus than Boeing.  More than a business corporation, Boeing is a state wholly unto itself, with a vast network of facilities around Seattle and at every major airport globally.  Less visible are its connections with ghost airlines operating in remote island locations.  The company provides for all of its powerful customers needs, desires and fantasies, as expressed in one of its older slogans, Forever New Frontiers.  One of those frontiers proved to be remote piloting of civilian aircraft, based on drone warfare tech.  The twinned 777s of Tel Aviv and Malaysia are later models of course, and designed to fly-by-wireless.  Boeing delivered them to a middleman in October 2013, who then delivered one to Malaysia last November.



     The twin jets were sold to GA Telesis, an aircraft leasing and servicing company based in Fort Lauderdale, Fla.  The owner of GAT is Abdol Moabery, son of Iranian immigrants in LA’s Woodlawn Hills tony suburb.  GAT also happens to be owned, unaccountable and farther up the food chain, by (ding ding ding Satan virus), the Rothschilds.



     Interestingly following on that demonic virus meme, Moabery, before and after September 2001, was executive manager of Skywatch, a company that develops monitoring devices for the rooftops of office towers.  One specific device can spot as many as 300 objects flying in the area in one sweep and paint the one flying toward the targeted property.  One of the partners in Skywatch happens to be Rudolph Giuliani, who claimed his interest was based solely on its potential application to monitor U.S. borders against illegal immigrants.  One immigrant who happened to slip past the Skywatch net (with mountains of help from the inside) was Mohammed Atta.  Despite or perhaps because of none other than Skywatch, Flights 11 and 175 flew like preordained missiles into the Twin Towers.



     Six months after 9/11, Moabery left Skywatch (mission accomplished?), and started up GAT with Rothschild financing in Florida, a state lorded over by fellow Repuglican Jeb Bush, and where the 9/11 suspects had extensive flight training.  Jeb Bush, by the way, as forecast right here way back when, is being groomed to be the Repuglican nominee for none other than President in 2016.  Dig the groovy fake glasses designed by a flotilla of personal aides and designers to impart a vague sense of gravitas and intellectualism.  Look closely to see it ain’t workin’. 
      This guy.  
       Seriously?



     Finally Moabery takes an acute interest in homeless children (sure he does) as founder of a charity called Kids In Distress.  You won’t have to venture very far in this blog to find out just how deep down the rabbit hole looking into a venture like that could plunge you.  I haven’t looked into it yet, but dare I say son of Happy Valley and Second Mile anybody?





     “Tonight we’re summoned for a divine cause/ Remembrance, no/ But for their future lost/ This chapel of ritual/ smells of dead human sacrifices from the altar/ Bedouins and nomads/ carried through the times/ Through pestilence and famines/ These ancient scrolls of rhymes/ “Our fallen angel vexed was banished from the sky/ Recite now from the text, pray for all to die/ In this chapel of ritual/ Smells of dead human sacrifices from the altar bed/ On this night of ritual/ Invoking our Master…..”

                                                                                         Ritual, GHOST, from Opus Eponymous   





     One further aspect of this MH370 ritual is worthy of reflection.  Previous reports have suggested that on the night/morning of the disappearance, military radar picked up a mysterious aircraft moving across the Malaysian peninsula, but government officials have remained vague on any link to the missing Boeing 777.



     Speaking to CNN, Malaysian PM Najib Razak confirmed that radar did indeed track the object once it had deviated from its original flight path, but said that this was only established after the event.  He said that he believed there was someone monitoring the radar at the time (???) but that nothing more was done to investigate the unidentified aircraft as it was deemed “not to be hostile.”  See the 4:01 YouTube video “Radar Playback of the Moment Malaysia Flight 370 Vanished!” for some rather non-ballistic anomalies included in just one more aspect of the disappearance that skates over to the eerie side.  Data coming from flightradar24, an online real-time tracking system, indicate that 370 plunged from 35,000 feet to zero in a matter of seconds, close to instantaneously.  Another unidentified craft nearby and running parallel for a time, accelerated at a seemingly impossible speed nearing 2,000 mph before stopping to hover in place for a time before vanishing.



     The NSA have refused all FOIA requests regarding this particular radar return and all other aspects of the flight, saying that it has information about the incident that is “properly classified.”  And so it goes.







     Verifiable evidence also exists that the pilots did NOT cooperate with any type of attack or hijacking as the co-pilot successfully dialed out via the last cell tower in Malaysian space.  After this an AWACS platform was likely used to jam communications.  The co-pilot got a cell call out to his mother, picked up by the last tower on the coast of Penang, on the West Coast of Malaysia.  It abruptly cut, but the origin being flight 370 has been confirmed.  The U.S. officially denies this, but police investigations have confirmed through the mother’s call records that the call did in fact take place.  The location also confirmed that the 777 had turned and was headed towards Diego Garcia.



     Then, around the 19th of March, the Philip Wood “cover” story first began being floated out there in the worldwide media, like “The Mysterious Case of MH370” that aired on Canadian television.  (See the 11:35 YouTube posting of it labeled as “The Mysterious Case of Malaysian Airlines Flight MH370.”)  In hindsight, however well produced, this smells like part of a set-up.  Amazingly, later that same day, March 19th, word successfully went viral that the missing Philip Wood, the only American adult passenger, actually dialed out of Diego Garcia via voice activation on his Iphone5, which he had smuggled in.  He also actually posted a “selfie” he snapped at the site which came out entirely black, which would’ve been the case given his being held in a darkened cell.   Under the title HELP, his message read:

     “I have been held hostage by unknown military personal (personnel) after my flight was hijacked (blindfolded.)  I work for IBM and have managed to hide my cellphone in my ass during the hijack. I have been separated from the other passengers and I am in a cell.  My name is Philip Wood.  I think I have been drugged as well and cannot think clearly.”



     The exif data coordinates, or GPS metadata, for the photo also match correctly the exact area of Diego Garcia, but are actually off some 3 miles from the data listed officially on Google for the island.  The fact it matches nothing available online only adds to its seeming authenticity.  The data also was confirmed as coming from an Iphone5.  All of this hitting the media and web at the same time reeks of either disinfo or a planned psychological operation.  In fact, the capture of the data actually lists the date of the photo as being March 18th, a day before the Canadian piece first aired.








     Also in researching, I’ve found the name Philip Wood comes up in the timeline even earlier, on March 13th






     And then there is the spook-ridden factor of Wood’s girlfriend, one Sarah Bajc, whose background is interesting to say the least.  She has been on the offensive also, appearing on news services worldwide, telling stories.  This one from dateline Kuala Lumpur: “In a strange twist of events Sarah Bajc, the girlfriend of missing flight 370 passenger Philip Wood, told CNN how the Malaysian military and even the U.S. are likely involved in a massive cover-up surrounding the aircraft’s disappearance on the morning of March 8th.




     Astonishingly Bajc told CNN ‘The jet had actually been accompanied by fighter planes.  There is some witness to that.’




     ‘I think we need to have a better view of where that plane went and who has got it now,’ Bajc told CNN, going on to explain that she feels her boyfriend Philip Wood is still alive somewhere.  Bajc also pointed out that the general consensus amongst family members also leans to the plane still being intact somewhere, alluding to a militarized operation.



     ‘I am sure that the military in Malaysia knew that the plane was there and has tracked it in someway. Now whether they were in control of it or not we don’t know.  Many people are saying that the U.S. is involved, but the general thinking across the families here and even non-families, believe that this was a military operation of some sort,’ said Bajc.”  She floated all of this, by the way, only after the story of Wood being in a cell on Diego Garcia came out.



     In a nutshell, this very busy woman has held all these positions:

-          CEO for Yuanfen Flow

-          Senior VP for marketing and alliances for hiSoft

-          Business Director for the Strategic Partnership group for Microsoft R&D

-          CEO Operations North America for Tescom, Tel Aviv

-          Began career with Deloitte and Touche and Cap Gemini

-          Advisor to the Board of Directors of Women in Leadership

-          Advisory Board of Future Generations

-          Executive Member of the International Council for Global EXEC Women from 2005 through 2007

-          Chair of the annual International women of Influence Awards

-          Vice Chair for Strategic Branding of the Zhongguancun Software Assoc.

-          Participant in the U.S. philanthropic sector

-          Exec founding ambassador for the Georgia China alliance

-          Delegate American Electronics Association trade mission to China 2006

-          2005 President of Women in Technology

-          2006 president WIT Foundation

-          Advisory board for the U.S. Government Technology Counsel

-          Teacher at Harrow International School Beijing








     On that last one, what are the odds that Sarah Bajc would end up teaching Economics and Business where all the Rothschilds have been educated for generations?  Does all this rushing around strike you as a prefabricated CV, or the manufacturing of an identity, a cover?  I’m sure there’s also a very good reason why a teacher would need all these names?  Very reminiscent of the multiple names dug up by rigorous Sandy Hook and Boston Bombing investigators tagged to multiple parties involved.







     Here she is also playing the dutiful wife to her husband in 2009 before the whole Philip Wood boyfriend thing came along or she was chosen by the powers that be.










     Where this huge ball of confusion leads us in the strange saga of missing MH370 is unfortunately an eldritch path to nowhere, a riddle out of time and space, except in the knowledge that there appear to be many actors playing many roles for reasons unknown at this juncture.  We also positively know beyond a shadow of a doubt that the official story is hiding something, perhaps many somethings.











     ALEA IACTA EST   - The Die Is Cast





     It appears now that we are living in the roiling throes of what used to constitute a major “flap.”  “Flaps” used to be associated in previous decades with swells in UFO sightings along certain geographies and spatial coordinates.  It seems now they have grown to include by definition some other “disturbances in the force,” times when the psychic veil around us bubbles and rends, churning upon itself, creating chaotic circumstances that sensitive people react to, that others act upon, and that still others can’t appear to survive.  They create events, spawn misrule, and force the hands of the playthings that they make of us.  High strangeness becomes the norm and seemingly random suicides become commonplace, whether they are caused by our own initiative and choice, or are initiated via mind control or worse. For now we'll bypass the likes of L'Wren Scott, Peaches Geldof, and the dozens of high-rollers from the financial districts worldwide tossing themselves off skyscrapers for what can only be assumed are ominous reasons for us all in the coming days, to focus on two disparate yet singular voices.  Both shared curious, questing natures along with proclivities ultimately too far-reaching and ominous for any long-term well-being.  Are these types more sensitive to a sickness endemic to all walks of life, and which seems to afflict those of a particular temperament (or 'bloodline') more readily than the rest?  

     Both of these figures were finally reporters, peering over the edge and into the abyss, describing the invisible forces they saw there.  Is this to be the ultimate fate for writers of the deepest truths?  Are some visions, rooted in both this world and the next, finally too much, too dangerous to live with?  



     From the beginning of March through the middle of April, this “flap” began making its rumblings felt.  First to feel its effects on March 5th (and just before the MH370 disturbance) was the slightly unheralded but highly respected musician Selim Lemouchi of avant garde, underground band The Devil’s Blood, out of Eindhoven, the Netherlands. As of this writing details are still sketchy but it is believed he took his own life at the age of 33. 



     Meeting somewhere at the touchstones of the musical Hair, Rosemary’s Baby, and Hotel California, his band summoned a time and a sound from the haunted 1970s, when music, mediums, and the times were alive with both portent and possibility; a time when the unearthly, the occult, and the fringe exploded in popularity and expanded the horizons of us all so that even the everyday could encompass everything from the Bermuda Triangle to the Mayans to the Chariots of the Gods, and a trip to your local pharmacy’s spinning paperback racks and clustered magazine stands was like venturing into the library of Alexandria before the Christians ransacked it.  We may never see days quite like that again, but the sound summoned by Lemouchi, using his sister Farida’s operatic voice and caramel tone, and their band was like Fleetwood Mac if they’d spent their time reading Dennis Wheatley novels and constructing complex, swirling suites instead of stand-alones at Warner Brothers behest.  For a time, the possibility of being even the next Doors wasn’t out of the question.




     “It wasn’t me that was in charge.  It was something outside of me that influenced me and pushed me onward.  The hand upon my shoulders.” SL



     Always struggling, with failed early bands that he would quit because of their dependence on drugs, his own depression and even hospitalization, Lemouchi, as ever dark and complicated as Hemingway, and utterly, refreshingly disdainful of self-promotion, retained a stubborn vision.  He was candid about what he’d been through, and just as adamant about where he wanted to go and what legacy he wanted to leave behind.  His ability to move past those struggles – at least initially – resulted in a collection of albums that helped restore grandeur and melody to a scene starved for them.  His work demanded investment.  It was music for the flesh, driven by almost incalculable emotion and verbal flourishes, the very sort of thing the epic Romantic poets courted in the late 1700s. 
 



     Although starting out with a strict Luciferian ethos, Lemouchi’s seeking never ceased, and by the time of their third and final album, Tabula Rasa III or Death and the Seven Pillars, released a year ago today after the band had already dissolved in January 2013, he had reached somewhere beyond the abyss, beyond good and evil, to perhaps glimpse what the Gnostics called the Demiurge.  Buried beneath his seemingly complete identification with any Reptilian Overlord lay a wounded, usurped Self…that still sought reintegration with the Divine.  RIP brother. In the online site Allmusic, under the group’s ‘themes’ are listed these five words: Fantasy.  Late night.  Halloween.  Freedom.  A finer stream-of-consciousness epitaph could never be found.




    





     I am also beyond sad to report that on 4-13-14, investigative journalist and author Michael C. Ruppert appears to have taken his own life.  Author of the seminal Crossing The Rubicon: The Decline of the American Empire at the End of the Age of Oil, as well as the newsletter From the Wilderness, he influenced Congress, Senators, and statesmen alike.  Sadly, in the end, just not enough to make the difference he so fervently campaigned for.  The fact that his book Crossing The Rubicon is in both the National Archives and the Library of Congress seems at this point little but a hollow victory to be swept under the soiled carpet of our shared, secret history.




     It’s been said that Crossing The Rubicon is perhaps the most important book written in the past 50 years, and that over its 696 pages you are saturated with enough well documented and diverse evidence to prove the 9/11 criminal conspiracy many times over while adhering to the highest possible journalistic standards.  It is stated in reviews that he actually makes a case that could hold up in a court of law, while the establishment case (or the “official” 9/11 story) couldn’t even hold up in a high school debate.  The book also seeks to show the 9/11 op through the lens of diminishing resources, the establishment of American hegemony worldwide by a cabal of inbred neocons, and the resultant mad scrabble for energy anywhere and everywhere under the sun.  He essentially lay the entire 9/11 op at the door of Dick Cheney and other high ranking officials in the Bush administration.






     Ruppert first gained notoriety by confronting CIA director John Deutch on live television during the L.A./crack epidemic hearings in 1996 as a former LAPD officer.  The situation had reached a crescendo due to the firestorm created by Gary Webb’s series of articles in the San Jose Mercury News that chronicled how the CIA brought crack into the inner cities to prop up their drug profits that fueled the lion’s share of the notorious black budget back then, as it undoubtedly still does today, only driven further and further underground and off-the-books into even more remote UAPs or “unacknowledged projects.”  It could just as well stand for unassailable or unaccountable.



     Ruppert stood his ground then and the bumbling, sputtering Deutch was forced to resign.  Ruppert would then go on to skewer the entire façade that was 9/11, as well as taking on subjects as diverse as the hundreds of murdered microbiologists in the wake of 9/11, the financial improprieties including the infamous “put options” prior to the event that made many people many millions of dollars, the fascism lurking at the heart of the Patriot Act, and many, many more.



     Long before Snowden and Hastings he told us the NSA and similar like-minded agencies were spying on everything we said, wrote, and did.  In 2006 he told us the financial collapse that was coming that struck in 2008.  Time and again this gruff Cassandra would warn us, and too few of us listened.  But still, he persevered.  Until he didn’t.  Until he couldn’t anymore.




     I urge you to listen to the beautiful eulogy given by Abby Martin of RT in the YouTube vid “Abby Martin’s Personal Tribute to Investigative Journalist Michael C. Ruppert.”  May his spirit continue to haunt those who refuse to see the truth, and continue to inspire those who do.

     
 “Every man’s death diminishes me, for I am involved in mankind.”      John Donne





     It’s late, I’m tired, we’re all in this together, and I fear our plane is missing more and more every day.  We’ll close with the thoughts of transitions, the hope that the chains of the universe will fall away, and the knowledge that energy can’t be destroyed, only changed, on its journey towards the return to forever.






    Long have I waited for the hour to strike, for the stars to grow tired and fall

    Since the birth of the earth I have waited, for the sands of its time to run low

    But tonight, I shall wait no more



    I’m leaving now, on a trail to sulphur and salt

    Yes I’m leaving, to the havens where all things halt

    The Yonder Beckons, the twilight oceans call

    To forbidden shores, I’ll set my course



    I’ve seen enough of your little world

    How it helplessly in the darkness twirls

    But from the roaring depths beyond the known

    My maker calls, it’s time to go



     I’m leaving now, the sun is sinking in the west

     Yes I’m leaving, to hell with all the rest

     The Yonder Beckons, the twilight oceans call,

     To forbidden shores, I’ll set my course



     The winds of Apep are upon my sail

     From ‘neath the waves I hear the old ones sing their song

     And in the distance now, the seventh lighthouse burns,

     That’s where the oceans end and that is where I yearn…
                                  “The Yonder Beckons,”  TDB