Prior to COP15 I noted the painfully obvious stargate-Climategate association (on the 13th it was reported that Henrik Svensmark, who studies how changes in our star may affect changes in our climate, collapsed during a debate when his pacemaker tweaked out). On 12/9/09, the day after the LHC’s record-breaking collisions “of more than 10 billion protons per bunch at a total energy of 2.36 trillion electron volts, or TeV, per collision” (2+3+6=11, 2+36=38=11) a mysterious spiral (clockwise in all the photos/footage I’ve seen, like the An Inconvenient Truth spiral) showed up over Norway on the eve of Barakhenaton’s rather less dazzling Nobel War Prize acceptance speech.
The mystery began when a blue light seemed to soar up from behind a mountain in the north of the country. It stopped mid-air, then began to move in circles. Within seconds a giant spiral had covered the entire sky.
Then a green-blue beam of light shot out from its centre – lasting for ten to 12 minutes before disappearing completely.
Onlookers describing it as ‘like a big fireball that went around, with a great light around it’ and ‘a shooting star that spun around and around’.
Yesterday a Norwegian defence spokesman said the display was most likely from a failed Russian test launch.
Dig overviews of spiral speculation from Strange Eye and Freeman. William Henry, Mark Gray and Whitley Strieber bring eschatology and “stargate metaphysics” in Obama’s speech to the table on Henry’s Revelations podcast. Richard Hoagland calls it a “torsion message“. Benjamin Crème, predictably, pins the spiral on Maitreya. The nearby European Incoherent Scatter array is a prime suspect for some, while the MSM proffers a mundane Bulava ICBM malfunction.
Pharaoh Barakhenaton said today he was “deeply humbled” by the decision of the Norstrilian Nobel Committee to turn him into a pumpkin. The heretical Kryptonian 18th Dynasty clone, who once expressed concern that his excessive awesomeness would prove his greatest liability, rebutted accusations of prematurepumpkinification, saying, “Look, you not only don’t have to be dead, you don’t even have to instantiate or instigate peace or any other endlessly debatable abstraction, save one, to join the pumpkin patch. Right, Henry?” Henry Kissinger, who’s been a pumpkin since 1973 and likewise accepted the metamorphosis with humility, nodded sagely, clarifying, “The only stringent requirement is awesomeness. Welcome to the patch, compañero.”
Os Mutantes was for real too awesome, but declined, following Sartre and Lê Đức Thọ, to humbly turn into a pumpkin. After performing the orgone out of (mostly Tecnicolor) classics, they played tunes from their new album Haih or Amortecedor, humbly prefaced by Sergio Dias’ invitation to, “Just boo the hell out of us if you think it sounds bad.” Nobody booed and the crowd was super-enthused, though seconds into “Querida Querida” the thought, “This sounds like a Tom Ze song,” did occur to me. In fact, Dias collabed with Ze and Jorge Ben on the new material, which is pretty rad.
This morning I attended the Mass Meditation for Peace on Flagstaff Hill in Oakland. If you haven’t participated in an outdoor mass meditation before, I highly recommend it.
The attendees meditated to the chanting song of two Mayan elders. Later, 15 Burmese monks walked around the people meditating, encircling them and saying prayers.
Sarah Bauer, a therapist from the Pittsburgh Center for Complementary Health and Healing, organized the event with the aid of others associated with the Thomas Merton Center, which helps coordinate the efforts of various activists in Pittsburgh.
She said the message came from a Vietnamese Zen master whose philosophy was “peace in oneself, peace in the world.”
Meditation, she said, allows for people to feel silence and peace within themselves, to pray for change they want to see and then “have it emanate out.”
For all my dilettantish enthusiasm for consciousness studies and all things esoteric, my actual meditation chops, never great to begin with, have been pretty rusty lately. The presence of so many others proficient in the art helped me slough some attention-rust this morning, whether or not the consciences of any nation-state puppet heads or central banker puppeteers kicked in as a result. The synergy, alignment, harmonization and oneness the globalists prattle on about, abusing these terms as euphemisms for centralized control, refer to real processes and states (pardon) of being; you just need to turn down the prattle a bit in order to experience them.
Thanks to everyone present this morning for facilitating this.
Now, with regard to the prattle,
But words are still the principal instruments of control. Suggestions are words. Persuasions are words. Orders are words. No control machine so far devised can operate without words, and any control machine which attempts to do so relying entirely on external force or entirely on physical control of the mind will soon encounter the limits of control.
Burroughs, “The Limits of Control” 1978
I showed up at 5:15 at the August Wilson Center for a 5:30 press conference with Michael Froman, courtesy of G20 Voice. Froman was late, so I ended up watching Barakhenaton address his subjects and the world, an activity I can’t recommend to non-fans of gallows humor. As expected, and as I scribbled onto a Three Rivers Community Foundation G-20 Guide, he patted Himself & co. on the collective back, declaring that, “Our coordinated stimulus plans played an indispensable role in averting catastrophe,” and that, “We can’t wait for a crisis to cooperate,” and that, “… we will continue our stimulus efforts until our people are back to work,” as no-frills serfs, and that, “I’ve called for a new era of engagement that yields real results for our people — an era when nations live up to their responsibilities, and act on behalf of our shared security and prosperity,” which apparently includes “a new World Bank Trust Fund” and throwing the IMF $500 billion more with which to wreak its usual usurious havoc. He also announced that we have, like, a Coalition of the Willing Iran-wise, and that, “… with respect to the military, I’ve always said that we do not rule out any options when it comes to U.S. security interests.” I refrained from giggling throughout the news conference, but admit I nearly lost it when he said, “We went into Afghanistan not because we were interested in entering that country or positioning ourselves regionally, but because al Qaeda yada yada,” then bragged about how, “… the minute I came into office we initiated a review, and even before that review was completed, I ordered 21,000 additional troops into Afghanistan.” Still, not a chuckle from any of the journalists assembled in the August Wilson Center, not even when he said of protesters, “They object to free markets. One of the great things about the United States is, is that you can speak your mind and you can protest; that’s part of our tradition. But I fundamentally disagree with their view that the free market is the source of all ills,” then began his next sentence with the adverb “ironically”. He also reassured those with climate concerns that the fossil fuel subsidy reform maybe kinda hashed out over the past two days will “… help us combat the threat posed by climate change,” and that the G-20 is “… acting to address the threat posed by climate change.” Thanks, guys! Though Obama did use the phrase, “global economic cooperation and governance” once and “new framework” three times, he at least showed restraint in not mentioning “9/11,” “anarchy”, “freedom” and “the planet Krypton”.
At 6pm, Obama’s old college chum, former President and CEO of CitiInsurance,
Senior Council on Foreign Relations Fellow and now Deputy Assistant to the President and Deputy National Security Adviser for International Economic Affairs, Michael Froman dropped by to take bloggers’ questions, all of which were climate-related (and answered with the same vague commitments to do something somehow, at some point, moving forward, but cautiously), save mine, which pertained to central bank and G-20 secrecy. Froman basically responded there was no time for the G-20 to discuss trifles like central banks submitting to audits and “coming clean”, as Obama insisted Iran do about their nuke program, and that the G-20 isn’t secret because, look, I’m here talking to you, Obama just said a bunch of stuff, and a lovely Leaders’ Statement was issued summarizing all the stuff the G-20 discussed in secret. There were many cameras in the room, and I was assured the press conference was being recorded, so I decided to save batteries on my mp3 recorder and not take any notes. Of course, now the only media I can find of this thing are some flickr photos and a blog post about his responses to some of the climate questions. Until video or audio corroboration surfaces, you’ll just have to take my word, or not, that Froman conveyed what I said he conveyed, much as we’re asked to take on faith what was and was not discussed in the sanctum sanctorum of the Convention Center. As above, so below, I suppose.
Awful stuff went down in Oakland yesterday after I hightailed it to Fe Gallery,
but, as of 11:11 Friday, far as I know, no one in this city has been directly killed by either the G-20 or their Starship Troopers. Obviously, that’s not saying much.
Just glad I can say it.
Abide in loving awareness, get your story out there and cuídate.
UPDATE 9-26-01
Jessica Silver dropped by today with the footage and photos she shot and which currently inhabit this and the previous post. If you liberate them, please give her credit.
According to Brainstalin, Obama is also a reincarnation of Pope Leo (lion/sun) XIII (part of Akhenaton and Hitler’s “soul group”) and thereby resonant with the Final Fantasy VII character Red XIII.
Red XIII, real name Nanaki, is a red lion-like beast that serves as one of the playable characters in Final Fantasy VII. Red XIII was the name he received while being a specimen “owned” by Professor Hojo.
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Red XIII joins Cloud’s group sometime in December 2007 after being rescued from the Shinra HQ. They encounter him right as an experiment involving he and Aeris is taking place, in which Hojo is trying to coerce them to mate in order to “preserve” their species (Aeris being a Cetra), and provide him with new specimens to be used in his experiments. During his captivity, Hojo places a tattoo of the Roman numeral XIII on his left front leg as Hojo has injected him with Jenova cells in an attempt to create another Sephiroth Clone.
Nanaki ain’t that far off from “Anunaki” (sometimes rendered as “Ananaki”) and Obama (accompanied by Oprah earlier in that month’s campaigning) visited Cherokee and Sioux City, Iowa (not quite Cosmo Canyon, but still resonant) on Dec. 17, 2007. The FF wiki gives “1959, exact date unknown” for Nanaki’s date of birth, making him 48 at the time of FF VII. Obama, ostensibly born in 1961, will celebrate his 48th birthday on 8/4 this year.
Remember that time you patronized Bernie’s Diner (a smoke-friendly joint in which you’d have never set foot were it not for their awesome buckwheat pancakes) and there was a freakin’ hair on your pancake? Sure, Bernie personally apologized, tossed ‘em, and gave you a fresh plate gratis, but do you not still bear the scars of this outrage? Now you can reallystick it to Bernie by ratting him out anonymously for a CIAA violation!
As of January 22, the PA Department of Health sent 329 warning letters to various establishments (including, by my count, twenty dastardly volunteer fire departments, eleven nefarious American Legion posts, and yet another eleven execrable bingo parlors) insisting they goose-step to the tune of the CIAA or suffer the economic consequences. If your business or organization is already hurting, that thousand dollar fine could be the proverbial straw… so get to steppin’, yinz ban-flouting firemen, veterans, and little old ladies!
Seriously, as you’re hopefully by now aware, PA’s smoking ban (which went into effect on 9/11/08, a symbolic and literal assault on our freedoms I never, even at my most paranoid, and despite mountains of warnings from the alphabet soup agencies, could have anticipated or prevented) is the strange fruit of the Pharma lobby and its nonprofit proxies manipulating facts and fears to further interlocking politico-economic and social control agendas, and ain’t gotjackto do with health, public or otherwise. That said, it’s but a local symptom of an international syndrome skulking behind cuddly words like “health” and “children”, which brings us to the latest boondoggle on the national policy front.
While my metaphors may be mixed, my feelings on the new funding scheme for SCHIP (State Children’s Health Insurance Program) are decidedly not.
Scores of interest groups have lined up in support of more money for SCHIP, including trade groups representing insurers, hospitals, doctors, unions and the pharmaceutical industry.
Some Republican senators complained that Democrats had worked closely with many of them on SCHIP in the past but had ignored them this year when crafting the bill.
“I think we could have had 95 votes,” said Sen. Orrin Hatch, R-Utah. “That would have sent a tremendous, tremendous message that hasn’t been sent around here for a long time.
Nine Republicans joined 57 Democrats in voting for the bill. No Democrat voted against it.
Last Wednesday, Barakhenaton bashed a champagne bottle into the prow of SCHIP, huffing and puffing thusly:
But, as I think everybody here will agree, this is only the first step. Because the way I see it, providing coverage to 11 million children through CHIP is a down payment on my commitment to cover every single American.
Of course, Barakhenaton never mentions who’s actuallyfooting the $32 billion bill. Can you guess?
We’ll have made the single largest investment in prevention and wellness in history, attacking problems like smoke and obesity, and helping people live longer, healthier lives.
He keeps dropping these hints, but never quite lays it out. I wonder why?
In the past few days, I’ve heard criticisms of this plan that, frankly, echo the very same failed theories that helped lead us into this crisis in the first place, the notion that tax cuts alone will solve all our problems, that we can address this enormous crisis with half-steps, and piecemeal measures, and tinkering around the edges, that we can ignore fundamental challenges like the high cost of health care and still expect our economy and our country to thrive.
I reject these theories. And, by the way, so did the American people when they went to the polls in November and voted resoundingly for change.
Whatever cosmic entelechy Barakhenaton was channeling when he signed off on the expansion of SCHIP was clearly not the same one speaking through him when he made this “firm pledge” during his campaign.
On the other hand, there’s always the out that he used the term “families” and not “individuals” or “citizens”.
Slick one, Pharaoh!
You’ve probably guessed where I’m going with this, so let’s go there and get it over with. Effective April 1, Federal excise tax on chewing tobacco, cigarettes, snuff and pipe tobacco will increase by 158%, and on large cigars by 722%… but that’s not all! Smokers of RYO (roll-your-own) tobacco (which now includes blunt & cigar wrappers for yinz dopers) will see an increase of 2,159% and smokers of small cigars will see an increase of 2,653%. In case your consciousness fnorded out those last two percentages (the digits of which, incidentally, add up to 33), here they are again:
2,159%
and
2,653%
Recall that the Nazis pulled similar shenanigans(demonizing smokers, banning smoking, and taxing the living tar out of tobacco) in the years leading up to and during WWII, and you may get a sense of how history is “rhyming” at this point.
Or you may not.
If you feel like giving one of Barakhenaton’s human servants an earful about this discriminatory taxation, though, you can. There’s even a double eleven in it for ya.
, humbly prefaced by Sergio Dias’ invitation to, “Just boo the hell out of us if you think it sounds bad.” Nobody booed and the crowd was super-enthused, though seconds into “Querida Querida” the thought, “This sounds like a Tom Ze song,” did occur to me. In fact, Dias collabed with Ze and Jorge Ben on the new material, which is pretty rad.
