If Israel want to look like idiots and use fake flags in the background, fine, let them do it, but this just looks retarded. #nofakeusflags
This is big, I've spent years researching this guy and I'm always crushed that no one will even say his name. This is progress. My interest in him was occasioned by a high school English teacher's remark that Romeo and Juliet was actually written by the Earl of Oxford. That meant nothing to me, but a few years later in college I took a Shakespeare course, and read Richard III and Richard II consecutively, and the latter seemed far inferior to the former, like different writers were present. I started looking into the authorship question, and it was just a hobby, but eventually I started noticing things that the internet said nobody else was saying. I wouldn't have thought I could make a contribution, when I started, but now I think I can.
I rarely talk about this, and it's hard to talk about; I don't suppose it will help my credibility, but it's true.
Around 2003 I started to develop what could be called "astral sensitivity"; shutting my eyes, high on weed (or even sometimes on occasion when I was sober), I would see a lot of light or astral matter. I had given up moving drugs, but a friend who was still involved was moving very pure "White Fluff" LSD, very good stuff, and I started taking large amounts to "see what I could see." One time I was on, I don't remember, it was probably ten or fifteen hits, 1000 or 1500 mics, sitting in a yogic position, and it seemed I could channel energies up into my head, so I was exerting strength to do that and had an overwhelming thought "I want to see God."
That didn't happen, but a little later this friend was in Columbus, Ohio, and another mutual friend said "Listen, I can't get any weed, let's go to Columbus." I didn't want to go, it was a long drive from St. Louis and it didn't seem worth the hassle. He persuaded me to go, and the first hotel we went to in downtown Columbus was completely full. So we went down the street and checked at the Renaissance. They had one room left, room 1107.
So our mutual friend came to meet us, and we went to dinner at a nice steakhouse downtown; I took two hits before we left for dinner. My friend who drove knew he was in for a long night, so he got a room at a different hotel downtown and went there after dinner. After dinner I took another fifteen hits, the girl who we were visiting stayed with me and took a couple hits.
I don't remember this, but apparently I said to her something to the effect of "You have to leave me alone now. Go." So, impaired though she was, she left.
And I was having my usual vision quest, and was standing by a chair, and a voice said to me "Sit in this chair if you would be God." I had said I wanted to see God, not be God; but I took it glibly as something like, would you like to merge with the Creator for a little while?
So I shrugged and sat in the chair. And I was hit with something like a lightning bolt, very intense electrical pain, and my consciousness was flooded with images of suffering around the planet. This lasted maybe ten seconds at most. I was screaming. And after that, it's hard to describe but the best way I can say it is, my consciousness was pulled up into something immense and powerful, I can't put it into words. And it was communicated to me that God was going to "raise Cain," wreak serious havoc. And I started arguing, saying "This is not right, they aren't ready. Take me." I really said that, or yelled it.
So the poor people in the neighboring rooms called the front desk, and there was a knock at the door. I answered, and went downstairs with them, and the police were in the lobby. So like any reasonable person on seventeen hits of LSD, I stripped right there in the lobby.
And got hit with two taser darts. Compared to the shock I had just gotten, two taser darts were nothing, but they dropped me. They also hit me with mace. Faced with this situation, I have to say the police were strong but just. I was in the wrong.
So they quite literally threw me (still naked) in a cell with no running water in the sink, and I had to wash the mace out of me eyes with toilet water. I was still in a very positive emotional state, thinking I had just met The Old One.
So here's the punchline. Thirteen years later, in 2017, I was at a meeting of Alcoholics Anonymous in St. Louis. During intermission I struck up a conversation with an older guy, and asked him "You're from Boston, right?" because of his accent. He said "Yeah but I live in Columbus Ohio." I chuckled and said "Oh I got arrested at the Renaissance hotel there." He said "Oh I used to own that building, I sold it to the people who turned it into a hotel." He wasn't lying or trying to impress me, he was long sober and highly regarded in A.A., and if you're an alcoholic, you can only get serious sober time if you're honest. You won't find someone with twenty years who is eager to bullshit you.
That knocked me practically off my feet. Anyone reading this probably knows the writer is not always sober, but I will tell you this, A.A. is really from God. They don't want it to be a cult or a religion, and it's not, but it absolutely is the real thing.
Here's another coincidence, the event happened on the night of February 19, 2004, and a few years later my brother had a daughter, who they call Grace, and her birthday is February 19.
He was always crazy, but this is obvious, he wrote those books and God said "Eh? Let's see about that." Turns out the guy was not a superman beyond good and evil, he was just an ordinary bloke who needed human connection. He complains of loneliness, the fate of geniuses and devils; the latter avow their superiority, so what kind of connection can there be? A weak man who derides weakness, I don't know how he achieved the status he still has.
"Donald Trump did not care about Mexican democracy. President Joe Biden should make clear that he does… America ought not to turn a blind eye to creeping authoritarianism in its backyard."
Unlike the U.S., Mexico has retained its sanity during the panic-demic. "Creeping authoritarianism?" Where do these people come from? Come visit Mexico, then go to California or New York, and see which is more authoritarian.
Here's an interesting conjecture. Moses is sometimes depicted with horns; here's Michelangelo:
I agree with Freud that it looks like Moses was a high-ranking Egyptian official who believed in the monotheism espoused by Ikhnaton. He is said to have been versed in all the wisdom of Egypt, which like all primitive religions, was basically black magic, trying to get the invisible world to do your bidding. Whoever he was, Moses had a strong motivation; maybe he was a high-ranking demon who realized the truth of things and wanted to set things straight. That's how I see myself, anyway.
I've seen small orbs of light that move very fast, then stop on a dime, and change direction. When I lived in the Central West End in St Louis, I saw them fairly frequently and was astonished that nobody else noticed them. Human technology, by all means, but the alien card might be their idea of a trump card...
There is no such thing as a traversable wormhole, and the distances are far too great, so don't believe anything about this stuff.
A lot of people really hate Jerry Garcia, almost as much as they hate Jesus. From the age of fifteen I saw this guy as God incarnate, and I still hold to that. Not that he was infallible, but he was as near as anything we've seen in a long time. There's no one alive who can scrape the dirt underneath his toenails. That's a fact.
These people - let's just be generous and call them that - thought they could get a utopia - by which they mean, absolute control of the earth for eternity - with three simple stories, carbon dioxide, racism and coronavirus. The system doesn't permit opposition that is not controlled, so they thought they had it in the bag, failing to form a proper estimation of the scale of their undertaking. Now everything's falling apart, and they just look like assholes.
It's becoming impossible to deny that we're entering a solar minimum, and that narrative is out. It will take some time, and Greta is still here, of course, but would they need to train a child actor, from a theatrical (and connected) family, to hector us with "How dare you!" if the facts were on their side? Does anyone still say "how dare you"? Is this kid the reincarnation of Bette Davis or Katherine Hepburn or something?
Wokeness and critical race theory is on its way out too. Again, it will take some time, but here's an interview worth hearing.
And the idiots in charge of the vaccines in the UK didn't take the precaution of making damn sure every prominent person got a placebo, and a BBC presenter has now died from the thing.
So the narratives are crumbling fast, maybe that's why we're hearing about aliens all of a sudden. They probably (surely) are going to pull desperation moves at this point. All they need to do is admit they were wrong, if only to themselves, and change course. But I'm not counting on their common sense.
I had a great deal of freedom, and access to enterprises that were both idealistic and highly lucrative, when I was young. We really believed it, and we were proud of it, when we were trafficking LSD and mushrooms and stuff. It was practically sanctimonious.
One time, again mid-20s, my girlfriend's dad went out of town. And we ordered two big boxes of mushrooms from California there. At the time I was being served by a girl who made big boxes consisting of smaller boxes wrapped to look like wedding presents, and it was mushrooms for $400 a pound.
So we're waiting for fifteen pounds of mushrooms supposedly to arrive on Saturday - we paid extra for Saturday delivery. And they didn't show up on Saturday.
Sunday morning we get a call, the caller ID says "US GOVERNMENT" so we don't pick it up. The answering machine comes on and they say in a kindly tone... "Oh we have your delivery from California, can you come pick it up, etc. "
On Sunday. We look at each other and I say, "Well if we're busted we're busted, we gotta go." So we called them back and they gave us directions to a post office in the weirdest neighborhood, we had to drive though weird neighborhoods we've never seen. So we pull up and she goes in. (As a brave warrior I put the thing in her dad's name) And I'm sitting in the car waiting for the SWAT team to swoop in.
And she walks out with a huge box in her hands, and a post office employee walking behind her with a similar-sized box. And they load them into the car and we drove away.
That was another time events conspired to connect me with my gut.
I've had the shit scared out of me a few times. One time I told you about, when I was fifteen.
One time I was about 25, I took eight or ten vials, that is, 100 drops of LSD, to a small town in Missouri called Cape Girardeau. It's where Rush Limbaugh is from, you don't want to get caught with a quantity of LSD there. They would look upon you as a subversive intruder, and they would have a point.
So we get to this kid's apartment, and I left the stuff in the car. I was with a girl who drove, they were her friends. We're in the apartment for fifteen minutes and the door gets kicked in by the goon squad. I thought my life was over. I had a couple grams of pot in my pocket. So they're searching the place, and amidst the activity I leaned over to the girl who was driving, and said "Just say we got dropped off, we didn't drive here." So we told them that, but then they ran the plates on the cars in the parking lot, and dammit if this girl's name wasn't "Nieswonger" I'm not kidding, they're like "We know the car is yours, give us the keys." At that point I got taken to the local jail for the pot in my pocket.
So I'm sitting in jail, thinking my life is over. And about an hour later they bring in Ms. Nieswonger. and I'm looking out the little window in the cell, and she sees me and looks around to see nobody's looking. And with her hands cuffed in front, she mouths "It's ok! They didn't know what it was!"
The police, when they searched the car, failed to identify the vials, or eyedrop vials, as what they were. I got the stuff back. From that day I have believed in angels, and that they have my back.
William Shakespeare is dead. This poor old bastard was the PR choice for the first vaccination in the UK.
Freud speculates at length on the possibility that Moses was killed by his own people, but it's curious he never brings up Cain and Abel, especially as Abel and Moses are both designated as shepherds. Maybe he didn't want to draw attention to the later guy.
The preservation of the Jews is the triumph of church over state; monotheism created these people, and they've seen a lot of empires come and go. When they went and made themselves a state, of their own will, without divine intervention, they gave up what made them a people in the first place. It's not to be wondered at that they are so smart; monotheism is the highest abstraction, and presumably the Exodus consisted in people who really believed.
I said, God owes the Jews a good explanation, and I'm working on it. Pardon my presumption, that's one thing I've always been good at.
This is my million-dollar idea today. "Comrade Vodka" - when I lived in the ghetto, the cheapest bottle of vodka was Country Club, some of the most toxic shit on earth. I thought, man I grew up at the country club, and they would never serve this... but Comrade, on the other hand... we could have special identity politics promotions, where it's like "Free Fifth for Black Women" and stuff like that...
We are born weak, and most of us leave that way. I live with an interesting bird, I met him about six years ago. He didn't have a toothbrush, but he gave me a USB stick with his art on it.
Houses for the Atomic Age, Jay Fleming
Eccentric is the word. You don't often meet people who have created a new style of art. I thought, wow, great, this is something from God, now you're going to get famous for your art discovery from way back in 2005. Jay was photographed as a child by William Eggleston, who later became famous:
I brought Jay to Mexico with me, after a long debate with myself about what was the right thing to do. He doesn't speak any Spanish, but the alternative for him was worse, and I wasn't willing to stay in the U.S. - my gut was telling me every day, get the hell out of here. We left six months before the Rona hit. It's a compromise and a sacrifice, but even I am not so heartless as to abandon him to his fate alone. Frailty personified, and spotless before God.
His site is here - I set it up as I saw fit, but he insisted on revising it. www.atomicsurreal.com/
Belief in a supreme being is a requirement for becoming a Freemason. There's a curious passage in Moses and Monotheism ... remember Freud identified with Hannibal, and if I know the Phoenicians were black magicians, he surely knew. Einstein was also a member of B'nai B'rith. Freud said “At a time when no one in Europe wanted to listen to me and when I had still no student in Vienna, you [the lodge] have given me kind attention. You were my first audience.”
"How does one become a "free" mason?"
"Oh, it's simple, you just take a blood oath of secrecy and absolute obedience and loyalty to the order."
"Are there dues?"
"So how is this free again?"