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 19^th 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 19^th, 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 18^th, 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 13^th. 

     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 8^th.

     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 5^th (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

ACTIVATE MH370 ALL COMMANDS ARE GO

   

  “Where have you gone desaparecido/ I hope someone remembers your name/ where have you gone desaparecido/ how can they just turn their backs to our shame/ where have you gone desaparecido/ I taste your blood in the roots of this land/ where have you gone desaparecido, oh mi querido, only yesterday I held your hand.”                         Steven Van Zandt, 1984, from the album Voice Of America, Los Desaparecidos

     People always disappear from a variety of places for a variety of reasons, veering wildly in parameters extending from the political to the personal to the paranormal, but of late there is a strange confluence being exhibited of exactly these, and with each passing day, nowhere is this more in evidence than with the impossibly-still-missing Malaysian 777 jet, Air Flight MH370.

     Writing this begins to conjure reverberations of Alternative 3 in 1977, a time we seem hell-bent on returning to somehow, in some strange nether land of déjà vu and shared consciousness entwined with repetition compulsion.  One strange thread that hasn’t been elaborated on with any consistency anywhere is the eerie proliferation of so-called “numbers stations” dotting both the AM (mostly) and FM radio bands in the days immediately preceding the disappearance of MH370.  Data packets being transmitted through these ghostly broadcasts?  Test streams and instructions being sent out prior to the event?  These signal intrusion frequencies from points unknown, weird, reverberating clusters of voices chanting, phrases repeating, morse code, blips, and numbers being read aloud in some kind of cryptic sequence, also hark back to the late 60s-mid 70s time period, and have long been coined “numbers stations,” and were first chronicled by John Keel, in publications like men’s magazines Saga and Argosy, and in his seminal work Our Haunted Planet.

     Occurrences and operations like this don’t evolve in a vacuum, and to trace the possible nefarious implications to the disappearance of MH370 and see them for what they are instead of the way they’re cloaked in the controlled media, we need to do as Woodward and Bernstein instructed us all those years ago: follow the money.  This leads us into the night heat of as paranormal a year as any that have flashed across our radar screens in living memory: 1985.

     In 1985, the Margaret Thatcher-led British government signed a long-term agreement with the Saudi Arabian monarchy under which the British arms cartel, BAE Systems, provided fighter jets and other military equipment and services, in return for vast quantities of Saudi oil.  This barter agreement, known as “Al-Yamamah,” (Arabic for “the dove”) has remained in force up to the present day.  It was nominally orchestrated and presented to the West by front man and, in years to come, the nexus and pivot point for all manner of international terrorism, Prince Bandar bin Sultan.

     Under Al-Yamamah, a tightly interlocking consortium of Anglo-Dutch and Anglo-American cartels - including BAE, British Petroleum, Royal Dutch Shell, Lazard Bank, HSBC (formerly the British East India Company’s Hong Kong and Shanghai Banking Corporation created through Rothschild colonization of India forcibly growing opium in India and selling it to China), and the infamous Carlyle Group - has amassed an estimated $80-100 billion in off-budget, hidden funds, which have been utilized for covert ops and gun/drug running on a global scale, totally outside the jurisdiction and oversight of any worldwide government or sanctioning body.  This is to say absolutely nothing of the funds gleaned from the institutionalization of a global network of blackmail/child abuse/pedophile operations.  This massive offshore fund is at the center of power of a financial oligarchy which has promoted globalization, a new ordering of the world, and perpetual war for the last three decades and longer.

     Strange that the fingerprints of this network remain hidden in out-of-the-way places like the Island of Jersey in Great Britain.  Measuring only 9 by 5 miles, and with a population of around 90,000, the tiny Jersey Island has been the hub of an ever-expanding, recent investigation (encompassing names like Jimmy Savile and Edward Heath among others) into the abuse, murder, and torture of children which has blatantly exposed the island’s connection to a global conspiracy of Satanic Ritual Abuse and coverup.

     Since Napoleonic times, Jersey has been one of the world’s centers for dirty money.  It has 55 banks, over 33,000 registered (front) companies, and more than $300 billion in deposits on the island at any one time, most coming from the world’s ruling elite, secret societies, and intelligence agencies.  This money stays there for anonymity and one of the lowest tax rates.  Basically, it’s a Masonic-leaning, isolated tax shelter of the highest order, run by secretive inbreds, operating a completely unaccountable, medieval system that ultimately reports only to the installed leader in that section of the global block party, that Cassandra of global politics and alleged inter-dimensional reptile-in-hiding, the Queen.

     Under the Al-Yamamah agreements, followed faithfully by every British government, the Saudis have provided 600,000 barrels of crude oil to BAE every day since September 1995.  And the beat goes on, and the money and the false flag operations continue to flow.

     Another clue that can tell us what might have happened on MH370 are the presence of 20 employees of the Austin, Texas company Freescale Semiconductor on the flight manifest.  Heavily into the arcane areas of flight-cloaking technology, avionics, electronic warfare, target jamming and operational control (all of which played a crucial role in 9/11, for what it’s worth), Freescale was purchased by a vile consortium of JP Morgan Chase, Blackrock Advisors, Vanguard Group, Blackstone, and the Carlylye Group for almost $17 billion.  These groups are not about competing with big oil.  They might have wanted to whack 20 of their own worker drones for some reason (tying up loose ends?), but within these groups are couched the guys that run the whole show.  The aforementioned five holding companies lie at the heart of 9/11.

     Malaysian authorities recently claimed there was the shadow radar “rogue” signature of an AWACS (Airborne Warning and Control System) plane in the vicinity of MH370 when contact was lost.  This ominous development was quickly buried among the other news releases but it bears remembering that the AWACS platform also played a crucial role in what happened the morning of 9/11, as it was the “mystery plane” sighted circling the White House after the attacks that morning, as well as in the air during the attacks on the twin towers.

     The Malaysian military released information that it tracked MH370 for a full hour with military radar after it ‘vanished from civilian radar’ because the transponders were switched off, this being the media’s official story.  This latter claim is completely spurious because radar being radar it doesn’t need a transponder to track a plane.  You’ll remember they trotted this ridiculous excuse out on 9/11 also, plus AWACS can shut down any transponder signal for a plane hijacking scenario anyway.

     MH370 did a U-turn and was “last spotted” on the other side of Malaysia.  They made the mistake of saying it was “flying low” when it was still at 29,500 feet, considerably higher than needed to paint a radar return, to deceive people into believing the vanished from radar scenario.  Private planes are not required to even have transponders, only commercial ones.  The overall radar system is in place to coordinate the scene and prevent crashes between commercial and private planes.  If it can see a smaller private plane with no transponder signal, it can certainly spy a jumbo jet without one.

     But MH370 did indeed disappear from civilian radar even though the military tracked it for at least an hour longer we’re told.  So what would make a 777 disappear from civilian radar while at 36,000 feet while still remaining visible on military?  The antenna on a USAF AWACS platform, that’s what.  This scenario was likely certain to be an AWACS hijacking just as was witnessed on 9/11 when AWACS planes were seen on video observing (controlling?) the crashes into the towers and Pentagon.

     Another thing screaming false flag are the dummied-up, photoshopped pictures of the fake passport riders (“terrorists” in the West) released by the Western media to the East and Malaysian authorities. “Western media” of course being code for still unnamed intelligence agencies thanks to Operation Mockingbird back in the 1950s, when the CIA infiltrated all of the U.S.’s print and broadcast media. 

     Also take note of the multiple false/fake photo red herrings of wreckage and oil slicks, all of which get discredited within days if not hours of discovery. The art of misdirection leads to the conclusion that it’s obviously past time to question everything that’s coming out of the West about this, as well as all Western mouthpieces firmly entrenched in Malaysia and all points East, which brings us full circle to Prince Bandar and the money pipeline.  Long known affectionately as “Bandar Bush,” these images will show you why, as seen with Poppy Bush through the years as well as W, even sitting on the Truman balcony of the White House on September 10, 2001, with Dick Cheney, W, and Condi Rice.  Wouldn’t you just love to know what they’re smiling about?  Scenes just like this are behind the 28 completely redacted pages missing from the 9/11 Commission Report courtesy of your friendly neighborhood Bush administration.  Because they held the keys to figuring all of this out, you’ll never get to see them.  Ever.  They remain financial links that will never be compromised by any type of disclosure.

     It’s also always instructive, dare I say illuminating, to examine the terrain of what’s going on in the world at junctures like this.  There’s the missing MH370.  The Ukraine situation posing as Cuban Missile Crisis II.  David Cameron and the Queen both being charged by various international bodies with High Treason and sex crimes against children.  Heated discussion about dropping the dollar as the currency of note by both Russia and China.  The blacking out of the entire internet in Venezuela.  These are only a few flashpoints which underscore the reality that something’s coming. And soon.

     Another misdirection includes the obligatory laying of blame at the feet of the pilots.  This stinks of the same planted standard-operating-procedure in the media as what we saw with EgyptAir Flight 990 on Halloween (interesting) of 1999, a high-strangeness event that remains, despite official stories to the contrary, totally unresolved to this day, and which, yet again, has all the fingerprints of the U.S. alphabet agencies on it, from mistranslated cockpit voice recordings manipulated and designed to point the blame at the pilots, to false back stories on those same pilots floated in the media.  Once again, we continue to see this exact same black intelligence M.O. used against the pilots of MH370.

     In a curious bit of what may be “lets bury the truth in amidst the lies so it’ll be discredited too,” we now hear that “U.S. investigators” have discovered that Diego Garcia is one of the five airports in the Indian Ocean loaded into Captain Shah’s in-home flight simulator, along with telling us that other information had been deleted from it.  Planted evidence?  The truth?  In a situation like this who can tell anymore?  And then this curious release from the South Carolina Air National Guard just last week:  “Members of the South Carolina Air National Guard are conducting an air defense exercise along the coast.  People might see fighter jets escorting a civilian aircraft over the North Charleston and Myrtle Beach areas,” Guard Senior Master Sergeant Edward Snyder stated.

   Several days later, responding to charges from the families of the missing as well as the entire Malaysian government, headlines such as “U.S. Officials Deny Holding Back Information On Missing Jet,” and “U.S. Swears They’re Not Hiding Anything” began to circulate in ever-increasing numbers.

     Let’s go back to Freescale for a moment.  Four days after MH370 went missing, a certain patent is approved by the U.S. patent office.  Four of the five patent holders are Chinese employees of Freescale Semiconductor of Austin, Texas.  It was divided in 20% blocks to these five holders:  Peidong Wang, Suzhou, China/ Zhijiun Chen, Suzhou, China/ Zhihong Cheng, Suzhou, China/ Li Ying, Suzhou, China/ Freescale Semiconductor.  If a patent holder dies, the remaining holders equally share the dividends of the deceased if not disputed in a will.  If 4 of the 5 die, the remaining one gets 100%.  The owners of that remaining one, Freescale, courtesy of Blackstone, happen to be the Rothschilds.  The other 4 were all on MH370.

     The UK’s Daily Mail article, just last month, on Nat Rothschild:  “What he needs is one of those historic opportunities like the ones seized by his ancestors.  If he gets that golden moment, he could be the richest of his generation.”  They’re joking, right?  This is like the Project for the New American Century in the months before 9/11 publishing a white paper where they call for a “New Pearl Harbor,” and they magically get one.  Nat will be the fifth Baron Rothschild with this.  Already armed to the teeth with a $500 million inheritance, and now, “thanks to a complicated web of private equity investments in the Ukraine and Eastern Europe, along with his partnership in Atticus Capitol, a $7 billion hedge fund, Nat is set to exceed his inheritance with his own earnings.”  Let me just add here that those “historic golden opportunities” were not only seized by the Rothschilds, they were manufactured by them.  There is a distinct difference, and one that the history books need to recognize the predatory nature of.

     In a curious bit of spooky synchromysticism amid the height of all of this, word came out that L’Wren Scott, socialite designer to the elite and Mick Jagger’s girl, killed herself by hanging in her posh N.Y. triplex.  Before Jagger, she just happened to be the “ex” of Nat Rothschild.  Missing planes, Ukranian revolutions, and suicided socialites, all in the span of a month and all linked to a Rothschild and the coincidental massive increasing of his already legendary wealth.  You may begin playing the theme from ‘The Omen’ anytime now.

     I hate to be accused of piling on, but do I need to mention that the type of plane missing (777) matches the obligatory Crowley number(s) that seemingly have to be embedded and encoded in every elite-sponsored operation of late?  There was the magical quartet of 93, 11, 77 and 175 for the 9/11 flights. 777 happened to be the number of Liber 777, a treatise by Crowley published in 1909, examining the Tree Of Life, the Book of Thoth, and others, the 777 of the title referring to a lightning flash descending the diagrammatic worlds.

     All of these factors together point strongly to a black operation, sanctioned and run from the highest levels to create leverage, set up a coming false flag, or openly steal “breakaway civilization”/next generation tech from the private sector for military purposes; straight from the minds of those 20 Freescale employees.  Investigator Wayne Madsen is now reporting that Malaysian authorities have asked the U.S. to share all information from its Australian Pine Gap facility, but so far all information is being withheld.  And on 3-20-14, on the date of the Spring Equinox, where do we miraculously have wreckage appearing?  Off the coast of Australia, of course.  Which will be disavowed again I’m sure. It’s another sacrificial ritual at the juncture of the Equinox; it’s the snake slithering down the stairs at the Mayan pyramid at Chichen Itza, because nothing really changes.  The sacrifices are demanded, and who knows where a fake, painted plane will show up and with what cargo in its remotely-controlled belly in a revisited Operation Northwoods?

     This is programming brought to you by the elite, whispered of at those Rothschild parties, because although struck down, it returns again and again in these days and nights of empires populated by vampires, who only hide to return in greater numbers.

     Update Saturday morning, March 22, 2014: Impatience boiled over into anger at a briefing on the missing jet Saturday, with families of those lost saying they believe they have been “kept in the dark and lied to,” as well as telling everyone Malaysia has been “fooling the world.”  Multiple families continue to express confusion and concern over the fact that when called, the cell phones of their missing relatives keep ringing, rather than going straight to voicemail or being sent to a messaging service, as would apply if the phones were incapacitated or out of battery life. 

     Think of the implications of this, stay tuned, and let’s get behind these families in demanding answers.  Something is truly not right here.