GREAT SHIPS

“There was music in the cafes at night and revolution in the air…”  Bob Dylan, Tangled Up In Blue

In anticipation of the times I believe are coming, and in deepest admiration and gratitude or each and every one of you that takes the time from their busy schedules to read me every month or so, I’d like to take this time to share something as a ‘thank you’ that I believe I’ve only passed along previously to my good friend Jasun ‘Horus’ley and his intrepid crew over at Auticulture in the comments section.

I’m continually amazed and humbled every week when I check and see how far in this day and age my words – and they’re only words – can reach all around the world.  And although I say they are only words, I still believe words have tremendous force in speaking will to power.  Revolutions will be started and universes can and will turn on the smallest, quietest act.  There are no unimportant ones and everything, everything, matters.  I know this as deep in my bones as I know that “they” in this demonocracy can feel us coming.

So let’s take these words and translate them into action…how?  In our own lives and in our roles as human beings, you HAVE to do something.  As my old friend Mike Ruppert told Abby Martin in one of his last interviews, “Fire your guns!”  It might be doing something as simple as eating products that aren’t GMO.  Say no to anything not organic; say no to vaccines for both yourself and especially your children.  Raise awareness among friends and family any way you can – put yourself, even in any small way, on the gears of the machine.  And remember as Jeff Wells used to say, seeing things and saying things can be the way the world changes.  Stop worrying about what people think of you for doing so.  The ones that think less of you aren’t worth your time or your thoughts or even one ounce of your energy anyway.  Lead with your humanity.  Question more.  Become your own assassin.  Burn it down.

Working on a new post even now, and I’ll be back soon with more outlier transmissions from the darker side of things, looking for the lights.  Until then, sail on all you star sailors, to this from poet Clarissa Pinkola Estes.  I couldn’t have said it better myself.  Namaste, thanks, and One Love my Brothers and Sisters.

We Were Made For These Times

My friends, do not lose heart. We were made for these times. I have heard from so many recently who are deeply and properly bewildered. They are concerned about the state of affairs in our world now. Ours is a time of almost daily astonishment and often righteous rage over the latest degradations of what matters most to civilized, visionary people.

You are right in your assessments. The lustre and hubris some have aspired to while endorsing acts so heinous against children, elders, everyday people, the poor, the unguarded, the helpless, is breathtaking. Yet, I urge you, ask you, gentle you, to please not spend your spirit dry by bewailing these difficult times. Especially do not lose hope. Most particularly because, the fact is that we were made for these times. Yes. For years, we have been learning, practicing, been in training for and just waiting to meet on this exact plain of engagement.

I grew up on the Great Lakes and recognize a seaworthy vessel when I see one. Regarding awakened souls, there have never been more able vessels in the waters than there are right now across the world. And they are fully provisioned and able to signal one another as never before in the history of humankind.

Look out over the prow; there are millions of boats of righteous souls on the waters with you. Even though your veneers may shiver from every wave in this stormy roil, I assure you that the long timbers composing your prow and rudder come from a greater forest. That long-grained lumber is known to withstand storms, to hold together, to hold its own, and to advance, regardless.

In any dark time, there is a tendency to veer toward fainting over how much is wrong or unmended in the world. Do not focus on that. There is a tendency, too, to fall into being weakened by dwelling on what is outside your reach, by what cannot yet be. Do not focus there. That is spending the wind without raising the sails.

We are needed, that is all we can know. And though we meet resistance, we more so will meet great souls who will hail us, love us and guide us, and we will know them when they appear. Didn't you say you were a believer? Didn't you say you pledged to listen to a voice greater? Didn't you ask for grace? Don't you remember that to be in grace means to submit to the voice greater?

Ours is not the task of fixing the entire world all at once, but of stretching out to mend the part of the world that is within our reach. Any small, calm thing that one soul can do to help another soul, to assist some portion of this poor suffering world, will help immensely. It is not given to us to know which acts or by whom, will cause the critical mass to tip toward an enduring good.

What is needed for dramatic change is an accumulation of acts, adding, adding to, adding more, continuing. We know that it does not take everyone on Earth to bring justice and peace, but only a small, determined group who will not give up during the first, second, or hundredth gale.

One of the most calming and powerful actions you can do to intervene in a stormy world is to stand up and show your soul. Soul on deck shines like gold in dark times. The light of the soul throws sparks, can send up flares, builds signal fires, causes proper matters to catch fire. To display the lantern of soul in shadowy times like these - to be fierce and to show mercy toward others; both are acts of immense bravery and greatest necessity.

Struggling souls catch light from other souls who are fully lit and willing to show it. If you would help to calm the tumult, this is one of the strongest things you can do.

There will always be times when you feel discouraged. I too have felt despair many times in my life, but I do not keep a chair for it. I will not entertain it. It is not allowed to eat from my plate.

The reason is this: In my uttermost bones I know something, as do you. It is that there can be no despair when you remember why you came to Earth, who you serve, and who sent you here. The good words we say and the good deeds we do are not ours. They are the words and deeds of the One who brought us here. 

In that spirit, I hope you will write this on your wall: When a great ship is in harbor and moored, it is safe, there can be no doubt. But that is not what great ships are built for.     

STRANGE FRUIT

Well, things here on the corner of Fire & Brimstone just turned crazier than a crapweasel on multiple fronts absolutely simultaneously.

It’s summertime and the livin’ is supposed to be easy, but bodies are being found almost as fast as I can type this, hanging from doorknobs in hotel rooms across the country.  Strange fruit indeed.

Making this all the more evidentiary and suspicious is that almost all of these “suicides” have distinctly linear links to places they were poking their noses into that, in hindsight, they likely shouldn’t have.  Places with names like Haiti and Mena.  And in operations that linked child and human trafficking with the Clinton Foundation and the Clinton Global Initiative.  And let’s call it what it is – Pedogate (not ‘Pizzagate’ anymore) on a worldwide scale.  Rothschild cleanup in aisle 3.

First, as noted everywhere, was Soundgarden and Audioslave frontman Chris Cornell.  Clearly under some kind of monstrous stress in the final weeks of his life, he and his wife Vicky had just started several charities and foundations looking into the adoption and missing children irregularities in Haiti; the very areas that Clinton Foundation worker Monica Petersen was looking into when her life ended abruptly also in Haiti on November 13, 2016. 

Although various “friends” of hers also working for the Foundation posted to facebook that night that it had been a suicide and that a note had been left, as of this writing the Petersen family still has not been able to determine a cause of death for their daughter – neither have they been able to get any information from authorities regarding ANY circumstances surrounding her death or any leads into what may have happened to her.  All channels have been shut down.

And now we have the death of Chester Bennington, best pal of Cornell and frontman for Linkin Park.  Word is that Cornell confided many things that he had found regarding the Clintons, their ties to Haiti and what it meant, and even stretching back into the Mena/Iran-Contra investigation to Bennington, just before, once again, Bennington’s mysterious “suicide.”

And while I can’t vouch for this coming info 100% yet, the sleuths at 4chan (leave it to them) have been at it again.  I present this before I can totally verify it, just so you get it as I get it in real time.  Any facial recognition experts out there?  Couple this spooky evidence with the known facts of Bennington’s having been sexually molested as a youth, and his mother’s affair with Podesta, and an ominous pattern begins to emerge.

Finally, so we don’t leave any other Podesta evidence hanging out there, there was this missive in just the last 24 hours from Julian Assange also.  Although it comes under the official wikileaks heading, let’s keep in mind that we have no absolute way of knowing whether or not this is the real Assange.  (Late last year various deadman’s and fail-safe switches were triggered that were supposedly only to go into effect if or when the physical safety of the real Assange was compromised or terminated) – so we can only assume that either this is the real Assange and he escaped harm or this is a proxy speaking on his behalf…the wikileaks org as a whole rolls on, seemingly as airtight as ever.  NO information of theirs that has ever been released has ever been disputed to date.  And so this is their latest implicating Podesta in even more:

Earlier this year, on Feb 21 2017, “Lady” Lynn de Rothschild pointedly sent out this on twitter: “this is pathetic. HRC lost because you ran an arrogant, out of touch campaign; you have destroyed a great family and are a loser.”  Who was the object of her ire?  John Podesta.  One wonders as the noose keeps on tightening just how much longer the puppet masters are going to allow this troll to keep on breathing?  He’s already been ruined professionally and privately thanks to the emails that the world knows about now thanks to wikileaks, reddit, 4chan, and voat.  What was supposed to be inside jokes and filthy snickers in code among the 1% of the Ninth Circle or cabal of witches is now out among the masses.  And the MASTER witches, like the Rothschilds, can’t be happy about that.  They fired up an unprecedented media campaign of “fake news” and “witch hunt” memes to try and combat the tsunami of truth, but it was all for naught, because our onslaught for justice continues unabated.

And speaking of connecting dots together, has anyone noticed that the M.O. of death for Cornell, Bennington, and who knows how many others lately we haven’t even heard about yet matches EXACTLY Mick Jagger’s girlfriend L’Wren Scott’s mysterious death in 2014?  Yes, hanging from a doorknob in an apartment/hotel room.  In Scott’s case, it was with a black, silk scarf.  In Cornell’s an athletic resistance band.  Authorities are already eerily claiming that Bennington took his life in a manner “almost identical” to the way Cornell did.  I’m not sure of Bennington’s stature, but Scott was 6’3” and Cornell 6’2”.  Any bets of how it’s even physically possible to hang yourself, when you’re that height, from a doorknob?  And Scott’s longtime beau prior to Jagger?  Nathaniel “Nat” Rothschild.  Oh, to be a fly on the wall for some of the things she must’ve been privy to.  How many more bodies, people, do we need? 

More to come soon, I’m sure of that.

“Well it's so hard, so hard to be responsible

Knowing everything, everything that's possible

When the bad wind, when it comes blowing in

I'll pack my things and I'll move on again

I feed the rich and fool the poor

Stack the bodies outside my door…”  

             I’m Not Sleeping, Springsteen  (1995)

p.s. These also just came across the wires...more pressure...let's see what happens...stay tuned.  Always remember that it really IS a witch hunt if there really ARE witches.

THE RAMSEYS AND THE TRANSMUTATION OF THE SPECIES

“Before the beginning, after the great war between Heaven and Hell, God created the earth and gave dominion over it to the crafty ape He called Man.  And to each generation was born a creature of Light and a creature of Darkness.  And the great armies clashed by night in the ancient war between Good and Evil.  There was magic then, nobility, and unimaginable cruelty.  So it was, until the day that a false sun exploded over Trinity, and Man forever traded away wonder…for reason.”                                                                                   Carnivale, Season 1, episode 1      

“No point is more central than this, that empty space is not empty. It is the seat of the most violent physics.”  – John Archibald Wheeler

“I regard consciousness as fundamental. I regard matter as derivative from consciousness. We cannot get behind consciousness. Everything that we talk about, everything that we regard as existing, postulates consciousness.”   – Max Planck, theoretical physicist who originated quantum theory

“The discovery of radioactivity created a momentary chaos in chemistry and physics; but it soon led to a fuller interpretation of the old ideas. It dispersed many difficulties, harmonized many discords, and — yea, more! It shewed the substance of Universe as a simplicity of Light and Life, manners to compose atoms, themselves capable of deeper self-realization through fresh complexities and organizations, each with its own peculiar powers and pleasures, each pursuing its path through the world where all things are possible.”      - Aleister Crowley

“The pride of thine heart hath deceived thee, thou that dwellest in the clefts of the rock, whose habitation is high; that saith in his heart, Who shall bring me down to the ground?

Though thou exalt thyself as the eagle, and though thou set thy nest among the stars, thence will I bring thee down, saith the Lord.”   Obadiah 1 

“Hear the screams from Center 42/ Loud enough to bust your brains out/The opposition’s tongue is cut in two/ Keep off the streets ‘cause you’re in danger…The smell of sex the smell of suicide/ All these dream things I can’t keep inside/ Curl up baby curl up tight/ Curl up baby keep it all out of sight/ Undercover, keep it all out of sight/ Undercover of the night.”     Jagger/Richards, 1983  

“Say your name/ Try to speak as clearly as you can (you know)/ Everything gets written down/ Nod your head, just in case they could be watching/ With their shiny satellites

I hope they cannot see the limitless potential/ Living inside of me/ To murder everything/ I hope they cannot see/ I am the great destroyer…”       Trent Reznor,  2007       

It was the long hot summer of 2017……Bohemian Grove was in full mid-July swing for another 2 weeks.  The July 23 ancient Egyptian rituals to Sirius – what we now know as the Dog Days of summer – were yet to begin.

Everything progressed more or less as it should for all concerned, with everything in its right place and no one becoming aware of the growing danger.  No one knew, or had the slightest inkling in-between the boxscores, and Federer at Wimbledon, and talk of the upcoming Mayweather-McGregor fight, that life as everyone knew it, was over.  It officially ended sometime during the period of Jun 1 thru Jun 5, when the Bilderbergers attended their annual meeting in Chantilly Va.  Specifically when they extended an invitation to the director of CERN.  The specifics of their plan would include fiber optics, brainwave entrainment, psychopharmacology, and the inevitable transmutation of every living thing on earth since the fall of 1998, when widespread aerosol operations began over the North American continent.   The endgame would be the use of human beings as vessels, as containers, for purposes that even they themselves were hesitant to give true voice to, even behind locked doors and in hushed whispers.  But in operations this huge, this widespread and this compartmentalized, no one ever sought to question anything coming from higher up. 

In layman’s jargon, spatial conduits – gateways -- were to be opened according to specific celestial parameters and along pre-ordained pathways in accordance with both earthly leylines and bloodlines.  These coordinates were finalized between the two corporations of D-Wave and CERN, and included detailed genetic information for every human being on the planet.

Lest you think this scenario fanciful, I humbly submit to you that you should (re)consider the scenario of GMOs, and how they were mainlined into mass production and consciousness.  Back before we even knew enough to label them as such, the heads of Archer Daniels Midland, Monsanto, BASF, Bayer, Dupont, Syngenta, and Dow Chemical were also invited to the Bilderberg meetings of 1999.  The plans for widespread injection of such into the foodchain under the auspices of “humanitarianism” and “sustainability” were drawn up then, and the rest, as they say, is history. (Paired with an agenda that included biologicals and particulates in aerosolized form to be breathed in on a daily basis, widespread vaccine protocols, and an electro-magnetic field that surrounds us all continually 24/7, the stage was set.)   See the UN’s 2030 Sustainable Development Agenda, Agenda 21, etc.  

This will be much the same, but think in terms of the electrical/electromagnetic/Smart grid.  This entire GRID has been set up for a reason, this is modern-day alchemy, and quantum computers (D-Wave) will provide the spark to a conflagration that can scarcely be imagined.  Ports of ingress will be every videogame, every smartphone, every computer, every communication device at once accessed simultaneously.  Every phone a black scrying mirror right out of John Dee’s workings, each one a ‘monolith’-shaped icon right out of 2001.  All along, while everyone thought they were carrying simple communication and entertainment devices, toys for the masses, they were actually carrying the catalysts for their own spiritual and physiological bio-forming.  Welcome to the Reconstruction.   

The mindset behind Bilderberg, by the way, (which counts as always among its attendees members of industry, military and intelligence agencies, the IMF, big Pharma, and more) it should be remembered, was clearly and brilliantly elucidated by Ronald Bernard several weeks ago in this video:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cRuKmxQSPSw&t=294s 

And since I also just posted about the most recent visions of David Lynch in his latest Twin Peaks scenario, and since all of this is related (let’s never forget), Bohemian Grove ALSO happened to be the birthplace of the atomic bomb, which, as of episode 8, Lynch is using as not only a metaphor but also a literal catalyst as the opener of the way…the Trinity incident opening portals that ushered unbounded supernatural and existential evil into this realm.  And who was one of the lynchpins of the Manhattan Project?  Edward Teller.  And what else did Teller cook up at the Grove?  The very beginnings of aerosol operations, which today we all call chemtrails.  And…..what else was Teller knee-deep in?....Pedophile rings.  http://aangirfan.blogspot.com/2010/03/edward-teller-sabbatai-zevi-michael.html

http://aanirfan.blogspot.com/2015/07/bohemian-grove-and-mind-control.html   

I can tell you time and again that this is all just degrees of separation apart, but it really is true, and the more you dig, the clearer it all becomes.  What did Robert Oppenheimer famously say, when seeing, at last, what he had unleashed?  “Now I am become death, the destroyer of worlds.” 

As we follow that line down through today, we see just how prophetic he was, and just how little has changed.  After all this time, we still find ourselves in the midst of modern-day wizards and sorcerers, John Dee-wannabes, determined to bring about engineered Armageddons into this plane of existence, and no matter the program or project, and whether they call it HAARP or CERN or stratospheric geo-engineering or Atomic Bomb, they have for thousands of years seemingly been taking notes passed on to them from outside sources maliciously intent on effecting lasting change HERE for reasons unknown. 

Yet another common denominator in the global death cult that holds sway continues to be the Jon Benet Ramsey case, and there are late breaking developments here also just days old…Dean Ryan, ex-Infowars investigator, has in his possession a deathbed confession from a Colorado judge (William H. Long) saying that the little girl was killed as she was surrounded by a group of 7 prominent individuals who were part of a larger satanic pedophile cult.  Insert obvious implications of mind-control trauma-based programming and MKUltra here.  There should most definitely be more to come on this front, but as of now the 7 individuals are listed as:  John Ramsey, the father;  an unnamed Boulder deputy police chief;  an unnamed top police official from Denver;  a Boulder district judge;  a Boulder prosecutor named Robert Shapiro;  a prosecutor and district judge from Larimer county;  and a top executive with IBM named Stevens.  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AYac4hcQ7QQ&t=1s    

There is much more to this story than meets even the critical eye at this point, and this recent information certainly falls right in line with the 2013 shocking disclosure – long hidden from the public – that in 1999 a Grand Jury voted to indict both John Bennett Ramsey and Patricia Baugh Ramsey on 2 counts, and that they “did… permit a child to be unreasonably placed in a situation which posed a threat of injury to the child’s life or health which resulted in the death of JonBenet Ramsey.”

The Grand Jury also stipulated that each parent “did… render assistance to a person, with intent to hinder, delay and prevent the discovery, detention, apprehension, prosecution, conviction, and punishment of such person for the commission of a crime, knowing the person being assisted has committed and was suspected of the crime of murder in the first degree and child abuse resulting in death.”  They were both accused of committing these offenses “on or between December 25^th and December 26^th, 1996.”

Read carefully the wording here, and keep in mind that the Grand Jury was making its recommendations on information gleaned from sealed and hidden police records that most of the public had never seen.  The very wording of ‘murder in the first degree’ hints strongly at the previously scoffed at ideas of a pedophile ring, since by its very definition first degree murder cannot be accidental.  Her death. make no mistake, was planned.  The fact that it was planned on those specific dates also leads ominously to occult and/or ritualistic elements in society with a strong accent on Satanic Ritual Abuse.

These recommendations came only after more than a year of secret testimony, but then-DA Alex Hunter refused to go along with them, saying only that the evidence wasn’t “compelling” enough to win over a jury.  Because they were never enforced, a judge then placed then under seal, where they remained until the Boulder Daily Camera brought suit 4 years ago, saying they should be a public record.  Keep in mind also that it’s unknown as to the total number of counts against the Ramseys, as these 2 were the only ones named in the release (of the full 18-page indictment) as counts numbers 4 and 7.

Will we ever know the totality of what fate befell this little girl?  Probably not, but putting all the pieces together, we’re getting a pretty good picture, and despite what CBS or CNN or ABC would tell you in their “tell all” blockbuster-of-the-week smokescreen surprises every few years designed to not “rock the boat” or upset the status quo, it doesn’t point to brother Burke in the basement with a flashlight, or any random serial killer that just happened to be in the neighborhood.

Along that line, let’s never forget the name Nancy Krebs.  She was the special witness brought in by attorney Lee Hill in the midst of the investigation and given SERIOUS credence by law enforcement in Denver, Boulder, and L.A. until….she wasn’t.  Actually she was dropped like a hot potato when she started….saying things.  Things like she had been part of an inter-generational abuse ring that specialized in the torture and murder of children according to occult principles.  Sound familiar?  Things like the families involved were the Ramseys and the Fleet Whites among others.  Like the farming out and the selling of children for sex among these rings would take place over long, extended holidays like Christmas, when there would be time for the bruises to heal before school started again and when large gatherings of parked cars outside of a residence wouldn’t be thought of as out of the ordinary.  Are the toddler “beauty pageants” making any more sense now?  Think of them as shopping for little girls among this segment of society that was “in the know.”  Do the huge amounts of child porn found on the computers of Access Graphics, John’s company, make any more sense now?

Do you think we can connect that scenario to an even larger database?  See here, and whatever happened to this “investigation,” anyway: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D7n316nGhVo   

But where Krebs’ testimony got really scary was when she said she had firsthand knowledge of two babies taken by social services in Denver from their lawful parents and given over to foster parents.  The witness claimed to have been present watching the ritual sacrifice of both babies, twins, on Halloween, in a sequestered area in the mountains outside of Boulder, with the Ramsey’s, the Ramsey’s closest, wealthiest friend and associate (this almost assuredly would’ve been Fleet White), DA Alex Hunter, Lt. Governor Gail Shoettler, Lou Smith, and several others all very high up in Colorado politics and linked directly to the Governor’s office, all being present.  Soon after many more nuggets like this, she was informed in no uncertain terms that she was a nutbag and that her “help” would no longer be required.  Much, much more on the initial Ramsey situation, that just never seems to go away, here:   https://mcmmadnessnews.blogspot.com/2013/12/the-time-of-no-time-evermore.html

The fact that we can now link, with circumstantial evidence and more, what happened to JonBenet to what happened at Columbine to the rings in Omaha, Nebraska to the 9/11 op to Jerry Sandusky’s enterprises, and a thousand other triggering datapoints, should come as no surprise when you finally realize we’re always dealing with the same circles here.  In many, many cases even the same people.  And like-minded people have like-minded goals.

Those goals have intended consequences.  To bring things here.  To keep things here.  In rituals to summon.  To bind.  To alter.  In rituals that seek to change this planet and all of us on it fundamentally.  To the twisted, shattered minds carrying these out, whether they involved harvesting the energy from an innocent child or splitting time and space on the molecular level doesn’t appear to make a difference.  All is in service-to-self, and all is in service to ritual.   

(All atomic blast images courtesy of Twin Peaks season 3 and Carnivale season 2.  Thanks for their visions.) 

We left the toys out in the yard

I took my wife and kids and I left my home unguarded

We packed what we could into the car

No one here knows how it started

Well suddenly everything was just so out of control

Now I want some answers, mister, I need to know

I hear all the talk but I don't know what you're saying

But I think I got a good idea of the game that you're playing

Roulette, that's the name

Roulette, that's the game now

Roulette, I don't believe what they're saying

Roulette, everybody's playing

I grew up here on this street

Where nothing moves, just a strange breeze

In a town full of worthless memories

There's a shadow in my backyard

I've got a house full of things that I can't touch

Well all those things they won't do me much good now

I was a fireman out at Riker's, I did my job

Mister, I've been cheated, I feel like I've been robbed

I'm the big expendable, my life's just cancelled null and void

Well what you gonna do about your new boy

Roulette, you're playing with my life

Roulette, with my kids and my wife

Roulette, every day the stakes get bigger

Roulette, a different finger on the trigger

Down by the river that talks

The night speaks in searchlights and shortwave radios squawk

Well the police patrol the streets

But I've left behind the man I used to be

Everything he believed and all that belonged to me

I tried to find my way out to somewhere where I thought it'd be safe

They stopped me at the roadblock they put up on the interstate

They put me in detention but I broke loose and then I ran

They said they just want to ask me a few questions but I think they had other plans

Now I don't know who to trust and I don't know what I can believe

They say they want to help me but with the stuff they keep on saying

I think those guys just wanna keep on playing

Roulette, with my life

Roulette, with my kids and my wife

Roulette, the bullet's in the chamber

Roulette, who's the unlucky stranger

Roulette, surprise, you're dead

Roulette, the gun's to your head

Roulette, the bullet's spinning in the chamber

Roulette, pull the trigger, feel the click

No further danger…

    Roulette, Springsteen  (1979)  

         

THE DISTURBING ALLEGATIONS OF TWIN PEAKS

"Sprawling on the fringes of the city/ In geometric order/ An insulated border

In between the bright lights/ And the far unlit unknown

Growing up it all seems so one-sided/ Opinions all provided/ The future pre-decided

Detached and subdivided/ In the mass production zone

Nowhere is the dreamer or the misfit so alone…

Drawn like moths we drift into the city/ The timeless old attraction/ Cruising for the action

Lit up like a firefly/ Just to feel the living night

Some will sell their dreams for small desires/ Or lose the race to rats/ Get caught in ticking traps

And start to dream of somewhere/To relax their restless flight

Somewhere out of a memory/ Of lighted streets on quiet nights…”     

“When you see one of something happen, it’s an accident. When you see two of the same thing happening, it’s a trend. When you see three, it’s a plan,”    Norman Mineta, former U.S. Transportation Secretary      

“The appeaser feeds the crocodile, hoping to be eaten last.”  Churchill 

From Netflix’s ‘The Keepers,’:

“You know, it’s one thing when you think you’re crazy, and you’re the only person that remembers this, it’s pretty easy to think you’re crazy.  But it wasn’t crazy if other people had experienced it too.   And if it wasn’t crazy then this horrible thing happened to me.  And if this horrible thing happened to me…Oh.  My.  God.  How many other girls were involved?  How many of us are dead?  How many of us are lost in alcohol or drugs, or in a mental hospital?  What was done to us?”…..

“And in August of 1994, when Jane Doe came forward, Mr. Storey went to a detective who was off the record.  We’ve nicknamed him Deep Throat from the old Watergate inside source.  Deep Throat says that Mr. Storey told him the story and said: ‘I don’t know what all’s down there, but I know where it’s buried.’  Deep Throat told us that we need to be careful for our safety.  That this goes bigger and deeper – I think he said ‘Than we can imagine.’”  

Interview with Frank Saez, Ret.Det. Missing Persons Squad, Long Term Cases, NYPD   (from the documentary Cropsey):

Q: “So when you went up to Sing Sing in ’98, you discussed with him numerous things about devil worshipping?”

FS: (chuckles) “Well, (cough) it was something that was looked into.  But, like I said, we didn’t find that Andre was into that kind of crowd.”

“There was something called the Church of the Process years ago that was very strongly linked to satanic cults, and the founder of that church happens to live on Staten Island.”

(Chuckles) “And has lived there for a long time…”

“Yeah, I mean, is he not active?  What’s that all about?”

“He’s not, supposedly he’s not active anymore.’

“Does he deny it, or is he…”

“I’ve never interviewed him…..(continues)….Is there satanic cults, people that practice?  Of course there is.  But it’s something that’s kept very quiet.   It’s something that not many departments investigate.  Satanic worship is satanic worshippers.  It’s like being a Catholic.  You believe in God, and you believe in Jesus.  They believe in Satan.”

“So are you in houses or are you in the woods?”

“You could be in houses.  You could be in the woods.”

“Are you in abandoned mental institutions?”

“You could use them.”

“And do they use kids?”

“I’d rather not answer that.” 

WHEN TWO SEPARATE EVENTS OCCUR SIMULTANEOUSLY PERTAINING TO THE SAME OBJECT OF INQUIRY, WE MUST ALWAYS PAY STRICT ATTENTION.  Twin Peaks, 1990

“The stars turn, and the time presents itself.”    Twin Peaks – The Return  2017 

While wandering around these absolutely spooky subdivisions as darkness falls, let’s ponder exactly what’s going on here lately, and what it all means.  That lonesome foghorn is blowing again, things are off-kilter and disoriented as only the just-before-sunrise hours can convey, and the wind rustles through the trees in the full blossom of the evening.  After 25 years the litmus test of David Lynch’s Twin Peaks is back, inserting itself into popular consciousness on ever more subliminal levels, and inspiring many thoughts and dialogues about the nature of what we casually, naively, assume to be consensus reality…Let’s just spin the wheel and see where we land, shall we?

You might think none of this – this rundown of murders and disappearances, rituals and borderland vignettes of mayhem and reality fracture -- is connected, but trust me, it only seems that way prior to the dawning of larger truths just beyond the visible horizon.  All of these will only prove to be restless dreams before a greater awakening.  Because even now, the redefining and redlining of “High Strangeness” continues in full swing somewhere near you.  (And near me.  In real time right now as I write this, the East Coast is in the shadow of the annual Bilderberg meeting over a sulfurous long weekend in Chantilly, Virginia.)  Come this way and we’ll examine just a few items from this grimoire of obsidian networks beyond human imagining.      

First and foremost, we all must remind ourselves to notice, and keep on noticing, what’s NOT being reported by the mainstream news is what’s really going on and what is of vital importance.  The things that are being kept hidden from us are the only hope we have to understanding where we are, and in turn, where we’re headed.  There is a component of this in all of what follows. 

In March 1968 Ismael Condori was working in a grocery store on 20^th Avenue in La Paz, Bolivia.  At 11 pm that night he was closing the store with his co-worker Rosario when they were alerted to loud clanging coming from the garbage enclosure behind the store.  When locating the noise they were greeted with a small figure wearing a loose-fitting brown outfit that appeared severely worn, and a large, wide-brimmed hat.  The figure, which they assumed to be a child, became aware of their presence, which had interrupted its searching through the bins.  It approached them with an awkward, halting gait, not using its arms as it walked.  As it veered to within 10 feet of the couple, they realized that this was not a child at all.  It was around four and a half feet tall, bearded with weathered, albino-type skin, and appeared extremely old.  Another strange feature was the entity’s abnormally large eyes, which appeared lidless.

“That woman with you is very pretty.  Be careful, sir, because I can take her with me,” it said, before cackling maniacally and taking a huge standing leap high into the night air, completely disappearing from view.  It should be noted that Rosario was physically very ill after this encounter, and did not return to work for over a week. 

Worlds away, in 2017, a strange confluence of events is taking place.  President Donald Trump fired FBI head James Comey, waiting until Comey was away in Los Angeles before having his offices SEALED just prior to his being let go.  Nearly immediately in real time after this, like someone flipping a switch, the murder of DNC staffer Seth Rich, gunned down in a supposed botched robbery after coming out of a D.C. bar in the early morning hours, and long shrouded in veiled and mysterious circumstances ever since it occurred on July 10, 2016, broke wide open into headlines once again, fueled by leaks from inside sources claiming that he was murdered for providing the lion’s share of info that led to the reveals of the October 2016 Clinton-Weiner-Podesta email firestorm sourced to wikileaks.  Reading between the lines of this leads to speculation that Comey was let go for sitting on the prosecution of widespread pedophile rings – the information of which was contained in Weiner’s laptop and multiple email trails by both Clinton and Podesta – and Rich being the source of that info, 44,000 emails of which he had copied onto his own laptop before passing them to wikileaks before he was killed.  A laptop which is now missing, the FBI and DCPD each claiming that the other now has it.

As an aside, one would be very curious as to who exactly Rich was drinking with prior to his mishap, much like the curiosity that still abides surrounding the very similar death of journalist Danny Casolaro, deep into investigating an Octopus-type web concerning the players in Iran-Contra, occurring rather immediately after meeting a mystery man in a bar in a Martinsburg, West Virginia Sheraton hotel in August 1991.  All that’s missing here is the DCPD and FBI calling Rich’s 2-bullets-in-the-back a suicide.  I’m still kind of waiting for that, to be honest.  After all, it wouldn’t be any more ridiculous than the Casolaro “suicide”: death by blood loss after he slashed both wrists 12 times, so deep that the tendons were severed.  Think about that for a second.  In the end, both men killed for information.  One for revealing it, the other for the possibility that he might.   And also in the end, likely by the very same forces, desperate to retain control.  

And that was just the beginning.  Charges were soon flying from all major mainstream sources, cointelpro-style, (look over here!!) that this was all Russia’s fault (election tampering!), creaking dinosaurs like the NY Times and the Washington Post leading the way.  In some horrible Faustian bargain to remain somehow relevant, and to keep their Masters happy, the Post even went so far (and stooped so low) as to actually hire John Podesta to pen ridiculous Op-Ed pieces for them on a regular basis.  Call me old-fashioned, but I remember a time when papers like the Post would be INVESTIGATING John Podesta and not renting out a bully pulpit to him.  This greasy pedophile is so dirty he should be UNDER the jail, not in it, and yet a former institution of social justice (or at least a public concern that gave good lip service to it) is instead whoring itself out to the absolute dregs of humanity. A true monster.  And worse yet, a monster that seeks to transparently distract us from his own disgusting vileness. Fake news indeed. 

Here’s something not so fake that you won’t be hearing from any mainstream source: what exactly happened to the 25 children that John Podesta’s mother, Mary, adopted (admitted to in quotes from Tony Podesta, John’s brother) from the time she arrived in D.C. at the age of 68, until her death in 2007?  There is no mention of them in any adoption records.  They’re missing.  Mary “Mama” Podesta became an instant D.C. darling among the inner circles (suuure she did), admired for her “pesto.”  Ever wonder why little Johnny Podesta rose so far so fast in the cutthroat Clinton entourage?  Maybe, just maybe, because “Mama” was a supplier, a procurer.  Think about it.  By the way, all mentions of this particular factoid on boards like 4chan and reddit, where it was originally posted by sources, and that I saved, when clicked on now come up with ‘unable to open. The internet site reports that the item you requested could not be found.’

But hey, there’s nothing strange here that needs any kind of investigation or anything…it’s not like there’s any veritable orgy of evidence pointing to a completely Satanic child-trafficking subculture that’s been flourishing in D.C. for at least the last 30+ years…these are just swell guys that build child-sized coffins for a hobby and dig underground tunnels at night and Moms who make sure their kids are sure to be in that pool to “entertain” adult male guests at parties where they eat artful cookies made with blood and semen.  Hey, it’s just that tres chic, crowd, you know.  It’s just intellectual, but nothing that requires looking into, c’mon.  It’s not like they’re following the exact historical occult directives from folks like Aleister Crowley.  I mean, that would be pretty damning, wouldn’t it?  Not as damning as joking about calling pics of your large, stainless steel enclosures killrooms, but it’s not like that ever happened.  Oh, wait….  Just like looking into the Rich killing at all just means you’re a conspiratard.  Let’s see…

It’s not strange that he wasn’t a drinker at all but witnesses saw him quite literally stumbling out from a bar at around 1:30 in the morning.

It’s not weird that no one, least of all any law enforcement authorities, are wondering what Rich did, where he went, or who he saw from 1:30 in the morning til 4:15 when he was shot.  He must have been walking home extremely slowly, since his apartment was only 1.8 miles from the bar.

It’s not weird that the attending doctor that saw him that night had been to Bohemian Grove on more than one occasion.

Or that that same doctor, a Dr. Sava, was on the flight manifest with John Podesta to the opening of the Clinton Library in Little Rock in 2004. 

Or that the triggerman (ahem, sorry) policeman that first responded to the scene of the shooting of Rich (at 4:15 in the a.m.) – an Officer Robinson -- was there in under 90 seconds.  Or that he went to Georgetown when John Podesta taught there.  Or that his sister worked for Hillary prior to and during her campaign.

It’s not strange that we can see the results of Tiger Woods’ breathalyzer and videotape from the night of his DUI arrest in 24 hours, but the tapes from the body-armor cams and audio of Robinson and the other responding officers to a homicide of a prominent Democratic National Committee staffer are somehow missing.   Weird, right?  This is the only photo that remains online of the scene that night.

It’s not incriminating and certainly means nothing that Podesta is on record in an email saying he wanted to make an example of the leaker.  “I’m definitely for making an example of a suspected leaker, whether or not we have any real basis for it.”

It’s certainly not incriminating that democratic thugs and Podesta pals Palmieri and Robby Mook started pushing the “robbery” narrative hard, and that the cops in D.C. went along with it, turning the narrative of a relatively safe D.C. section into something out of Watts. (Clinton campaign manager Mook only recently deleted a buddy buddy photo of he and NY mayor Bill DeBlasio DNC staffer Jacob Schwartz, recently outed as being a pedophile and arrested for being in possession of over 3,000 images and 89 tapes of children as young as 6 months old being raped.) 

It obviously means nothing and you’re a conspiratard for even mentioning that D.C. police chief Peter Newsham is tight with Alefantis.  P.S., he’s thoroughly, exhaustively looked into those Comet Ping Pong as pedo ring hub allegations too.  Not surprisingly, he and the entire DCPD found nothing incriminating.  Can any of them even access instagram or twitter by the way, because, hell, just Alefantis’ photos alone on both platforms are as incriminating as it gets.  Here’s Newsham showing his support for Alefantis in the immediate aftermath of the firestorm of all the citizen investigations. 

It’s not weird that the owner of the bar that Rich conveniently stumbled out of just so happened to be in the White House a couple of times, for several hours, in closed-door meetings, 6 days before the murder.

And most of all it’s really not weird that the surgical assistant on call the night of the what-turned-into-a murder had this to say:

And yet, none of this warrants investigation, curiosity, or even a raised eyebrow amid the consensus machinery that acts as a cover apparatus.

But here’s something else that should:  what happened in 2002 to 20-year-old Christopher Tompkins while working on a surveying crew, in broad daylight, in Ellerslie, Georgia, along State Route 85.  Be aware that the following information is highly disturbing.

Tompkins was part of a four-man road crew doing surveying work when he disappeared on January 25, 2002 in the community of Ellerslie, Georgia, part of the Columbus metropolitan area.  (Ellerslie was the location of the first telegraph lines completed in the country, in 1848.)  The workmen were walking back to their truck, less than 50 feet apart, when Christopher, the last in line, disappeared into thin air.  There was no noise or sound of any kind during whatever happened to him.

Within seconds of noticing he was gone, his co-workers began scouring the scene for any signs of what had happened.  All they found were his tools, some change from his pockets, and one of the boots he was wearing.  As part of a wider search by authorities hours later, a small piece of fabric from his pants was found on the top of a barbed wire fence some yards away and around eight feet off the ground.  Exactly one year later, Tompkins’ other boot was located by the landowner of the property on the other side of the fence, part of the landscape of that area which featured swampy terrain and dense forests.  No other trace or any forensic evidence of Tompkins has ever been found in the now 15 years since.

So what can we ascertain?  It appears something – a force – evidently struck Tompkins with such pace and velocity that it carried him over an eight-foot-high fence in the direction of dense woods, turning him over in the process.  All without making any kind of noise that would have alerted the other 3 men.  It struck him with such power that it was sufficient to knock one of his boots from his body.  This is something massive, inhumanly quick, and predatory.  Something that was hunting, stalking, planning, with intelligence and guile, and that somehow prevented Tompkins from even being able to yell out in alarm or for help.

From the photos here there is at least 9 or 10 feet of shoulder on the highway, plus the width of the road itself.  The foliage approaching the fence and on the other side is thick, but not so dense as to be able to obscure any views of what is happening in the vicinity.  What could possess the ability to cover such distances, really we’re talking possibly a hundred or more yards in total before being completely obscured, without being seen?  What can clear an eight-foot-high fence as part of that equation carrying a grown man?  All without making even the slightest noise?  Is it even a physical thing at all, or are we beginning to deal in more esoteric possibilities?

This is just one of the cases explored by phenomenal researcher David Paulides in his epic Missing 411 series of books, a series that, in total, leads to some frightening (perhaps supernatural) conclusions without ever explicitly spelling out what may be responsible.  The ramifications of this will be explored in more detail in further posts that will be coming, but let it be known that Paulides has ascertained that state and federal authorities, especially under the banner of the National Parks system, know far more about what is going on in these scenarios than they are letting on.  Paperwork documenting missing people in the National Parks for decades has gone missing or doesn’t exist at all, or when it is found, Paulides has been told that the price for release of such information is ridiculously exorbitant, quite literally in the millions of dollars.  What is going on here?

Let’s look at the similarities between 2 maps, one of Paulides’ main charted clusters of missing people in the densely forested areas of the U.S., the other the most recently known overlay of the military underground tunnel system in the U.S.  See any overlaps?  Needless to say, this also heavily corresponds with the states where there are the largest number of missing children, according to research done pertaining to “pizzagate.”  Once again, what is going in here?

In summation, I’ll quickly also tell you to watch a new series on Netflix called “The Keepers.”  It charts the detailed investigation of the murder of a Baltimore nun and high school teacher, sister Cathy Cesnik, who disappeared on November 7, 1969, and had apparently stumbled upon a coordinated network in place in Baltimore, where young girls were made to sexually service, in the Baltimore school system during daylight hours and while school was in session, high-ranking members of the police, Church, wealthy businessmen and politicians, all with the full blessing and knowledge of the Archdiocese of Baltimore.  

We’ll be looking at this more closely in future installments also, because researchers have tied a specific name, “Skippy,” that comes up as a person of interest in this now on-going investigation, with none other than John Podesta himself – and his timeline certainly fits…enough to the point where he could certainly be the “Skippy” in question regarding this unsolved murder and this other, once again, pedophile network.  But make no mistake, this is dangerous.  Researchers that have done the work linking Podesta to this network have had their accounts de-monied, frozen, have been threatened, and have actually gone missing themselves.  The “Skippy” (Podesta’s well known, long time nickname by the way) in the series was described as having a moustache, which many apologists were quick to cry let JP off the hook.  Then this picture was found, which placed him at the exact time in the timeline when the murder of Cesnik and the “networking” was taking place.  This is another piece of circumstantial evidence which is rapidly being scrubbed from the web.

The initial “pizzagate” public investigation of the Clinton-Podesta emails prior to the presidential election last fall has grown exponentially and exploded into an investigation linking everything and dot-connecting everywhere, exposing just how huge this network is and remains.  Obviously, situations that have been called outliers, such as Hastert’s case and Sandusky’s Second Mile at Penn State, don’t occur in a vacuum, and are linked to each other in a much larger sphere than was ever previously imagined.  A dark, dark underbelly is being exposed.  Which brings me back full circle, to Twin Peaks, and how all of this goes together.

“Is it easier to believe that such things don’t exist, and that men act this way on their own?”   Twin Peaks, 1991

David Lynch, the Twin Peaks creator, in his visions, tapped in to that truth beneath the apple (cherry) pie and picket fences veneer that makes up the lie of how we view ourselves; one of the first and largest canaries in the coal mine to alert us to the fact that there was, and is, something fundamentally wrong here, that there was an evil beneath the surface of these small town homilies long before disclosures like Savile and Happy Valley, and that this evil would soon be spreading.

“If you dig, there is another layer beneath our everyday world, and if you keep digging there are even more layers, deeper worlds, beyond these…”    David Lynch

Murder mysteries with overtones of the occult and the supernatural, with a high accent on ritualized child abuse coupled with high-level, compartmentalized, top-secret government investigations into and communication with entities that form what’s called the UFO phenomenon, and a detailed examination of the intersection where all of these meet…these are things Lynch was pondering deeply as something horrendously perverse, wounded, and broken in the American psyche at least as far back as 1973, when the first inklings of what would become the film Blue Velvet stirred him, the basic theme of which he would amplify with Twin Peaks, and then finally spell out in gruesome generational, bloodline hues even more explicitly in his films Twin Peaks Fire Walk With Me, Lost Highway, and Inland Empire.  Whether this points to a finality of America as an original dark and bloody ground that dooms its inhabitants to play out occult dramas strictly by virtue of their living in the world’s biggest haunted house, or is simply a malleable canvas open to any and all wayward wandering spirits is still an open-ended question that lies behind every headline even today.  The answer as to who is driving this magick bus is still way up in the middle of the air, right where Ezekiel saw the first wheel.  And it would be wise to remember that wheel was only one of a system of wheels within wheels. 

As everything written here should make abundantly clear, David Lynch was on to something.  Something more than what we’re being told is going on out there under the radar of normalized Americana.  Twin Peaks, in case you hadn’t noticed, is the WORLD now.  Twin Peaks is a documentary.  Ask the family of Christopher Tompkins. Ask any family whose child is missing, vanished into subterranean networks beyond imagining.  Ask any of the surviving victims of ritualized abuse.  It’s a Lynchian free-for-all out there, where the rules don’t apply, conventional physics is absent, and all bets are off.  The haunted house always wins in a game that appears to be cosmically rigged and is certainly beyond our present ability to decipher.

These are stories being told, and lives being lived, that trade in the knowledge of dark, spiritual forces from outside of our realm that require certain things: child and human sacrifice, the energy from the trafficking of innocence to the rich and powerful, screen memories obscuring the narrative to shield the true nature of the predators from the unsuspecting.

All I’m sure of at this juncture is that some of us have been in touch with this, and in league with each other on many levels of dreamtime, for quite a while now, in trying to break through this veil that seeks to keep us weak, confused, and apart.  Beyond horror lies understanding.  And even farther beyond, the truth.