Archive for the 'Spirituality' Category

28
Sep
10

Johnny Peepers, Clay Aiken, and Jesus

Dillsnap Cogitations reader comment from bespeakme:

The funniest things about this site are the comments from people who appear to actually take this writer seriously- or – am I missing something? I mean are you folks for real? And the absolute funniest part, he affects this surreal and spiritual voice talking about Jesus and not having a job, and he blows his cover when the male element calls him a name like fuck face or ass wipe- and he starts getting all teenage testosteroney and swinging his fists around: “From the looks of your avatar, it is clear that you were stuck down the fat-headed gumshoe Cro-magnon flu.” Nonetheless, fairly entertaining. Hilarious use of the language.

Johnny Peepers is having a bit of a personality crisis as of late. This is only a problem in that he is not sure which direction to take Dillsnap Cogitations. My lifestyle has calmed down considerably and I am not doing nearly the amount of drugs that I used to (due to recent emergency room scares, extreme money woes, and lack of insurance).

I reckon that I dunno what to write about these days. Conspiracy-mongering is so 2008, and the feel-good, New-Agey tripe is even too kooky for me to discourse on with any consistency. I thought about doing vegan recipe reviews or maybe step-by-step instructional blog posts on risque´ topics like booty-bumping and auto-fellation, but I don’t want to scare away my kid readers. I even considered dedicating all future posts to my one true love, Clay Aiken, but that would make me look desperate and stalker-ish in his eyes.

I certainly plan to keep my relationship with Jesus a central focus of Dillsnap Cogitations. Were it not for his supreme sacrifice, all of humanity would be mired in a putrid bucket of sin and depravity (much like the conditions experienced by residents of New Jersey and Mississippi).


Jesus and his vengeful, sky god daddy (YWEH) have a divine plan for me. This plan includes me taking to my knees daily and mouthing pleasing words to the MOST HIGH, prostrating myself before the Lord in diligent obeyance, and ridding my mind of lusty and impure thoughts about men and women that I find sexually attractive. I will do my best to provide frequent updates with regards to the latter. Any advice or blog topic recommendations would be greatly appreciated these days.

Yours in Crisco,

Johnny Peepers

10
Jun
10

David Bowie’s Cocaine-fueled Pool Exorcism

Excerpted from the following Paranoia Magazine article:

And Along Comes Mr. Scratch
Like many rockers before and after, David had taken a liking to the good life. You know the old adage sex, drugs and rock and roll, well on top of this add a heap of consciousness expansion, an interest in the occult, and you will have the prevalent influences on what might have seemed like Bowie’s immortal being. But paranoia soon struck in the form of the ole nemesis “nose candy” commonly known as cocaine.

With the help of Bowie himself and some close associates at the time, Marc Spitz details in the just published Bowie biography (Crown) how David was living in LA just a few houses away from the LaBianca estate where Charlie Manson’s gang had terribly mutilated Sharon Tate and her friends in a ritualistic murder. Bowie had taken to doing blow regularly and was getting more and more desperate and paranoid with each passing day.

In a number of shocking revelations, Marc Spitz in the Bowie biography explains precisely what was transpiring in the pop singer’s troubled life: “While planning the follow-up to Young Americans (album), Bowie would sit in the house with a pile of high-quality cocaine atop the glass coffee table, a sketch pad and a stack of books. Psychic Self Defense (Dion Fortune) was his favorite. Its author describes the book as a ‘safeguard for protecting yourself against paranormal malevolence.’
“Using this and more arcane books on witchcraft, white magic and its malevolent counterpart, black magic, as rough guides to his own rapidly fragmenting psyche, Bowie began drawing protective pentagrams on every surface.”

Bowie told the author, “I’d stay up for weeks. Even people like Keith Richards were floored by it. And there were pieces of me all over the floor. I paid with the worst manic depression of my life. My psyche went through the roof, it just fractured into pieces. I was hallucinating 24 hours a day.” Spitz adds, “Increasingly Bowie was convinced there were witches after his semen. They were intent on using it to make a child to sacrifice to the devil, essentially the plot to Roman Polanski’s 1968 supernatural classic Rosemary’s Baby.”

Seeing that he was in desperate need, poet and song writer Cherry Vanilla hooked Bowie up with Walli Elmlark who Spitz describes as a “Manhattan-based intellectual. . . who taught classes at the New York School of Occut Arts and sciences then located on Fourteenth Street, just north of Greenwich Village,” and which the author of this article was director of from the mid 1960s for more than a decade, promoting lectures and classes by the who’s who of paranormal and UFO experts of that era, including Cleve Backster, Stanley Krippner, Jim Moseley, John Keel – and, of course, Walli Elmlark the White Witch of New York.

As added confirmation of the madness David was trying to cope with, ex wife Angie Bowie reveals even more details of his fascination and dabbling into the occult in her own personal remembrance, Backstage Passes: Life on the Wild Side With David Bowie.

“There was a beautiful Art Deco house on six acres, an exquisite site property and a terrific value at just $300,000, but he took one look at a detail I hadn’t noticed, a hexagram painted on the floor of a circular room by the previous owner, Gypsy Rose Lee.

“A great deal of codling and reassurance got us through that crisis, and I went and found the Doheny Drive house. Built in the late fifties or early sixties, it was a white cube surrounding an indoor swimming pool. David like the place, but I thought it was too small to meet our needs for very long, and I wasn’t crazy about the pool. In my experience, indoor pools are always a problem.

“This one was no exception, albeit not in any of the usual ways. Its drawback was one I hadn’t encountered before and haven’t seen or heard of since: Satan lived in it. With his own eyes, David said, he’d seen HIM rising up out of the water one night.”

Feeling demonic forces moving in, David felt strongly that he needed an exorcism and asked that his new found friend white witch Walli Elmlark be called upon to lend her assistance to remove the evil from his surroundings.

“A Greek Orthodox Church, in LA would have done it for us (there was a priest available for such a service, the people had told me) but David wouldn’t have it. No strangers allowed, he said. So there we stood, with just Walli’s instructions and a few hundred dollars’ worth of books, talismans, and assorted items from Hollywood’s comprehensive selection of fine occult emporia.

“There he (David Bowie) was, then, primed and ready. The proper books and doodads were arranged on a big old-fashioned lectern. The incantation began, and although I had no idea what was being said or what language it was being said in, I couldn’t stop a weird cold feeling rising up in me as David droned on and on.

“There’s no easy or elegant way to say this, so I’ll just say it straight. At a certain point in the ritual, the pool began to bubble. It bubbled vigorously (perhaps “thrashed” is a better term) in a manner inconsistent with any explanation involving air filters or the like.”

The rock and roll couple watched in amazement. Angie says she tried to be flippant – “’Well, dear, aren’t you clever? It seems to be working. Something’s making a move, don’t you think?’ – but I couldn’t keep it up. It was very, very strange; even after my recent experiences I was having trouble accepting what my eyes were seeing.”

Angie insists that she would peak through the glass doors leading to the pool every so often and was dumb founded by what she saw. “On the bottom of the pool was a large shadow, or stain, which had not been there before the ritual began. It was in the shape of a beast of the underworld; it reminded me of those twisted, tormented gargoyles screaming silently from the spires of medieval cathedrals. It was ugly, shocking, malevolent; it frightened me.

“I backed away from it feeling very strange, went through the doorway, and told David what I’d seen, trying to be nonchalant but not doing very well. He turned white but eventually became revived enough to spend the rest of the night doing coke. He wouldn’t go near the pool, though.

“I still don’t know what to think about that night. It runs directly counter to my pragmatism and my everyday faith in the integrity of the “normal” world, and it confuses me greatly. What troubles me the most is that if you were to call that stain the mark of Satan, I don’t see how I could argue with you.”

“David, of course, insisted that we move from the house as quickly as possible, and we did that, but I’ve heard from reliable sources (Michael Lipman for one, the property’s real estate agent) that subsequent tenants haven’t been able to remove the shadow. Even though the pool has been painted over a number of times, the shadow has always come back.”

24
Mar
09

Spare Parts

Dillsnap Cogs is a bullhorn accompanying the author on his journey into the netherworld. The unfolding scene (the crumbling macro consensus reality paradigm) has reached a cerebral baking fever pitch – one that I refuse to believe is solely indicative of one man’s schizoid detachment. Believe it or not, the whole friggen’ World is going mad. The cats I have spoken with, and info gathered, indicates that I am not the only chap on an “inebriated stroll with my eyelids propped open at half-mast.”

The logicians, the rationalists, and the scientific-reductionist-nuts-and-bolts-materialist mafioso are the modern day Ptolemists. Divinatory charlatans, police sirens, and Reebok wearing hustlers color my days. Our experience is populated by the ocular/auditory buffet table that we belly up to each and every waking moment. What if one rejected the pre-selected sensory bombardment in exchange for a truly unique offering – true mind anarchy?

Belief systems are truly a pernicious beast. The dominative control system has two equally loathsome heads –  politics and religion (Imagine?). Mores, value systems, ethics, and nationalistic identities are forced upon human blank slates during the youthful formative years – when one does not have the luxury of accessing critical reasoning faculties necessary to cut through the mindfuck bullshit.

The geopolitical nuke family that one is arbitrarily thrust into defines that individual’s idealogical framework. Cutting the straps on the backpack filled with one’s collection of  remotely imprinted neural garbage could (might/should/hopefully) have a liberating effect.  But then again, one might lose friends, family, and a tenuous hold on pseudo-reality. Maybe that is a good thing.

27
Feb
09

James Dobson Resigns as Focus on the Family Chairman

dobsonIt is with great regret and sorrow that I must pass along news regarding James Dobson’s resignation as chairman of Focus on the Family. The evangelical non-profit was founded by Dobson in 1977 and has been a powerful lobbying force for the Right-Wing Christian wing of the Republican Party.

Dobson’s gentle sincere demeanor and soothing fatherly voice endeared him to supporters and foes alike. Dobson embarked on the righteous path quite early when he gave his life to Jesus Christ at the age of three. His daily radio show, which provides lessons on living a biblically-oriented (New Testament) lifestyle, is a critical life raft in the ocean of mainstream media sin and perversion.

Through the years, Dobson and Focus on the Family have valiantly fought the Satanic agenda to disrupt the wholesome Christian moral fabric of America. The Liar’s proponents of secular-humanism, militant feminism, pornography, abortion, and homosexuality have all felt the wrath of Focus on the Family’s powerful lobbying efforts and their extended network of activists.

Even without Dobson at the helm, Focus on the Family is sure to remain an influential voice for the evangelical/dominionist Americans who refuse to give an inch to the Satanists, the Socialists, or other assorted immoral Jesus-rejecting scum-bags. Please send Dr. Dobson an email or letter thanking him for his years of dedicated service in the name of Christians everywhere. Through the bravery and integrity of spiritual warriors like Dobson, the destruction of the Liar’s sinister legions will be finalized and God’s chosen children will soon be called home.

19
Dec
08

Draw Your Brakes Brother, I Just Can’t Take It

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Belief is the death of intelligence. As soon as one believes a doctrine of any sort, or assumes certitude, one stops thinking about that aspect of existence. The more certitude one assumes, the less there is left to think about, and a person sure of everything would never have any need to think at anything any might be considered clinically dead under current medical standards, where the absence of brain activity is taken to mean that life has ended. ~ Robert Anton Wilson

mediaA brief foray into the daily MainStreamMedia™ house of horrors is always good for a jolting psyche shock these days. Life, as presented by the consensus trance script writers, is a precarious tight-rope walk – one where we are always mere inches away from the snapping croc jaws below us. Innundated with the ever-looming danger of war, rumors of war, economic collapse, escalating crime (pick your own worst fear, nightmare, or schizoid break catalyst), our boats are moored in the waters of psychological turbulence.

Our handlers know that a fractured, fear-injected, rudderless society is one that is easier to manage. The illuminated brethren from the Frankfurt School, the Tavistock Institute, and their U.S. psychopathic intelligence equivalents (OSS/CIA Octopus derivatives) have perfected the Pavlovian human behavior cage – one that is wired with the not so random electric shock (’29 market crash, the Holocaust, Hiroshima/Nagasaki, and 9-11). With the ignorant masses in a state of disjointed chaos, a consensus is less likely to emerge as to whose necks should be destined for the guillotine.

I can hear Joe 6-pack in the background proclaim, “Wait a minute bub, we live in a free society, enjoy the constitutional guarantees of a free press and free speech, and our forefathers busted their arse on a liberation document known as the U.S. Constitution. Kiss it you left-wing, cry-baby, bed-wetting, twill chomper.” To this imaginary fellow I say, one man’s illusory unbounded plateau is another man’s concretized psychological prison. In the end, it is only a matter of perception.

holoAccording to quantum physicist David Bohm, our thoughts are like circular motions of energy that become a repetitious pattern forming our beliefs. This explains why our attitudes and belief systems tend to become resistant to change. The continuing effect of these vortices tends to inhibit discernment and our ability to assimilate new ideas and information streams. As Michael Talbot, author of The Holographic Universe makes clear, this “can cause us to become repetitious, create blockages in the creative flow of our consciousness, keep us from seeing the wholeness of ourselves, and make us feel disconnected from our species.”

Either you create your own “reality tunnel”, or you are forced to endure the perpetual chaos (or insufferable boredom) of another’s existence construct. A cursory review of the average bloke or sheila’s lifestyle evidences a pattern of fixed rigidity and quiet desperation. With the mountains of bills, the crying babes, and the one-upmanship contest with the Joneses in the battle of material acquisition, who has time to fine tune the inner self?

transhumanCurrently, we are experiencing an exponentially progressive rate of mechanized human advancement technologies, which threaten consciousness exploration. Life extension through artificial organ transplant, transhumanism, and pharmacologically induced pain avoidance (emotion suppression) will ultimately yield an inorganic being, divorced from a sense of oneness with the universe.

It is now very clear that techniques of machine-human interfacing, pharmacology of the synthetic variety, all kinds of manipulative techniques, all kinds of data storage, imaging and retrieval techniques– all of this is coalescing toward the potential of a truly demonic or angelic kind of self-imaging of our culture… And the people who are on the demonic side are fully aware of this and hurrying full-tilt forward with their plans to capture everyone as a 100% believing consumer inside some kind of a beige furnished fascism that won’t even raise a ripple. ~ Terence Mckenna

The impending global consciousness shift activation date of 2012 is the sign marker alerting humanity to the upcoming fork in the road. Will the debilitating inertia of our self-doubting hive mentality sabotage the road to self-discovery? Or better yet, will a critical mass of enlightened post-Modern eschaton surfers activate the Cosmic Trigger paving the way for the rest? Hopefully our fellow travelers in the near future will reject the soul-negating escapism offerings (soma pharmaceuticals, virtual reality, materialist reductionism), embrace mind-quieting techniques, and plug into the universal consciousness surge protector.

22
Oct
08

Babalon Working: Jack Parsons and The Moonchild

I saw the Scarlet Woman sitting on the Beast with seven heads and ten horns, covered with blaspemous names… On her forehead a name had been written, a mystery: Babalon the Great, the mother of harlots and of the abominations of the Earth. I saw the woman was drunk from the blood of the Saints, and from the blood of the martyrs of Jesus. Seeing her, I wondered greatly.

–Revelation 17: 3-6

Jack Parsons was quite an intriguing chap. He was an American rocket propulsion researcher and co-founder of the Jet Propulsion Laboratory who pioneered innovations in jet fuel composition. Werner von Braun claimed that Parsons was the true father of the U.S. Space program and there is a crater on the dark side of the moon named after him. But, sometimes with an eccentric individual’s biography it is fun to start at the final chapter.

Jack had the habit of fiddling about with volatile chemicals and compounds in his laboratory without taking the necessary safety precautions. Jack might have been nimble, even a bit quick, but he was unable to jump over the deadly explosive fireball of fulminate of mercury that day in 1952. He died of wounds several hours later. His dear mum took her own life with a bottle of sleeping pills shortly after hearing the news of her son’s demise.

When Parsons was not busy engineering and firing off rockets, he spent his spare time studying the occult and performing magick rituals. Evidently Jack played his tarot cards right because he was chosen by Aleister Crowley to lead the Agape Lodge of the Thelemic Ordo Templi Orientis (O.T.O.) in California.

Here is where things get a bit more interesting. According to the reputable writings of the Scientology cult, The U.S. Navy assigned L. Ron Hubbard to monitor Parsons as part of a plan to “break up a black magic ring.” Supposedly, Parsons broke his sacred vows of secrecy to the O.T.O. and revealed hidden knowledge to the now famous cult huckster.

Some time later, Parsons and Hubbard engaged upon a mission entitled Babalon Working. The goal was to produce the “Moonchild” – a being who embodies physically a spirit deity, but not inhabited by a human soul. This being is also referred to as a “Magical Child” (essentially designed to manifest an individual incarnation of the archetypal divine feminine called Babalon). The process draws heavily from rituals and magick that Crowley derived from The Babylonian Ishtar and the “Great Whore” from the biblical “Book of Revelation.”

From Jan. 4th to 15th, Parsons and Hubbard engaged in a nightly ritual of incantation, talisman-waving & other Black Magic, faithfully described in Parsons diary as a Conjuration of Air, Invocation of Wand, & Consecration of Air Dagger.

The climax of the ceremony occured the following day with Ron at the alter working his 2 subjects into a sexual frenzy. Over Rachmaninoff’s “Isle of the Dead” he intoned such gems as:- Her mouth is red & her breasts are fair, and her loins of full of fire.

As exalted Parsons wrote the next day, Babalon is incarnate upon the earth today manifestation. And in that day my work will be accomplished and I shall be blown away upon the breath of the father, even as it is written. (source)

Evidently, Crowley did not have too much faith in Parsons, or the Scientology Huckster. After hearing news of the attempted supernatural baby creation, he wrote to Karl Germer, head of the OTO: “Apparently Parsons or Hubbard or somebody is producing a Moonchild. I get fairly frantic when I contemplate the idiocy of these louts.”

Shortly thereafter, Hubbard swindled Parsons into investing money into a business enterprise. Instead of turning a handsome profit, Hubbard and his girlfriend used the money to purchase a yacht. When they attempted to escape, Parsons performed a full invocation of Bartzabel, the spirit of Mars, creating a squall forcing them to return to the dock. Crowley cabled the U.S. branch headquarters with the message: “Suspect Ron playing confidence trick-John Parsons weak fool-obvious victim prowling swindlers.”

Parsons managed to fulfill his aforementioned prophecy and blew himself up in his laboratory a few years later (maybe with a little help from the F.B.I.). L. Ron Hubbard went on to create one of the most destructive cults in the modern era. Funny how things work out.

I hight Don Quixote, I live on peyote, marijuana, morphine and cocaine, I never know sadness, but only a madness that burns at the heart and the brain. I see each charwoman, ecstatic, inhuman, angelic, demonic, divine. Each wagon a dragon, each beer mug a flagon that brims with ambrosial wine. ~ Jack Parsons

17
Jun
08

Cortez the Killer

Cortez The Killer by Neil Young

He came dancing across the water
With his galleons and guns
Looking for the new world
In that palace in the sun.

On the shore lay Montezuma
With his coca leaves and pearls
In his halls he often wondered
With the secrets of the worlds.

And his subjects gathered ’round him
Like the leaves around a tree
In their clothes of many colors
For the angry gods to see.

And the women all were beautiful
And the men stood straight and strong
They offered life in sacrifice
So that others could go on.

Hate was just a legend
And war was never known
The people worked together
And they lifted many stones.

They carried them to the flatlands
And they died along the way
But they built up with their bare hands
What we still can’t do today.

And I know she’s living there
And she loves me to this day
I still can’t remember when
Or how I lost my way.

He came dancing across the water
Cortez, Cortez
What a killer.

27
May
08

Project: Human Barrier Deconstruction IV

I am proud to announce another superb contribution to the Human Barrier Deconstruction project. Christine, the author of the cognition-provoking blog, all the elbows, was kind enough to posit her thoughts for my loosely defined initiative.

I consider myself fortunate that Christine and I crossed Internet paths. She has a delicately poised light and darkness composition that mirrors my Earthly experience. I consider Christine a fellow universal consciousness enlightening traveler. This is from her blog:

i want to be a ballerina pointy toed graceful
perky ones maybe an astronaut into the sky
burrow up find God president of the united
states no more war everyone eats and has a
home
a doctor? save lives cure rickets a
teacher
poison minds a model ugly will be
the new beatiful
i will be beautiful in my ugly
way
a mother mutha fucker patient and kind
cookies always on hand and a lacy apron
a soldier buffalo soldier soldier of P E A C E a
good friend
happy wife i’ll have a garden filled
with taller than usual snapdragons and violas
bumble bees ladybugs holy virgin clean sky
sky sky blue and so on

when i grow up-

Here is Christine’s contribution to the project:

When Johnny Peepers began Operation Human Barrier Deconstruction, i was very excited. Those who’ve contributed thus far have impressed me greatly and i secretly wondered how i could contribute. When he asked me i was excited- and arrogant.

i thought i would be able to whip something out quick and easy, as i have many thoughts about how screwed up and senseless the world can be. i thought, thought, thought, but each time i attempted to write something, i froze up.

The thing is, i was- am- distrustful of people. i fear them, the many ways i can hurt them, ways they may hurt me. That is my human barrier. And i am thinking that perhaps many people in this world operate from distrust.

i think, try to believe and practice, the idea of folks as individuals. i like to think that i take people one at a time, doling out benefit of the doubt. i bumped into this while trying to come up with something good, worthwhile, meaningful for Johnny. i’m thinking maybe i don’t practice this as much as i’d hoped.

So all that’s led me to this- in order for me to connect with people on a human level, beyond skin or genitals, appearance or status, sexuality or location- i must set aside fear. i must take a chance and trust. i have to make a conscious effort to find all that is common amongst us, what unites us, what we all share.

Ruminating, i found and discarded many things. i attempted to be positive. Laughter, i thought. All people cherish laughter, but then i thought of people who live in constant fear of being bombed, losing their sons and daughters, people not knowing when their next meal will be. Folks in such circumstances might not be interested in laughing. i thought hope is something all people share, but hope has become a cliché to many, a joke, some lofty, far off la-la-land kind of sentiment so many’ve lived without it. God? Yeah right. People kill one another in the name of this god or that god.

i wanted something universal. And i was brought back to the idea of fear. i know that sounds totally negative and in direct opposition to the purpose of Johnny’s mission. i thought so too, at first. Fear motivates humans to do unspeakable things, to hide, hurt, maim. But think about it a little more, and though it is sad, it is something we’ve all experienced- everyone of us- and it is something we can help one another through. Realizing that we all experience this may, if we allow it, may arouse in us compassion, empathy and understanding.

The need to be loved and understood also unite us as humans. Even when some of us do terrible things, there is a longing to be known, understood. Knowing that many are afraid of being hurt and making an effort to reach out, to understand, to learn others, can change the world i think, can melt away the fear.

i wish that, pray that; hope for a world in which we could go beyond the superficial, below the skin, over the borders, through the miasma of propaganda to the marrow, the rich valleys, to the clear sky of human spirit and freedom. True freedom- a desire in which we are also united. Not license, but freedom.

Gosh. This sounds so good to me. i can almost taste it. How though? How? i begin with me and you. i’ve revealed my mediocrity of thought, my fairytale idea- my dark fairytale. It probably sounds stupid. i’m afraid of doing Operation Human Barrier Deconstruction a disservice, but i take this chance because what unites us and what i wish to unite us are different. i wish peace to connect us. i wish that love did.

(copyright 2008 ) c A Hughes
05.25.08

23
May
08

Kicking the Cobblestones

A good friend turned me onto a mind-expanding blog titled The Cleaver. The author, Neil Kramer, describes himself as an “agent of consciousness broadcasting from the third density.” His latest blog entry, Demystifying Illuminist Power Structures, is riveting. In the interest of combating reader fatigue, I have excerpted only portions of the post. If you are so inclined, I highly recommend reading it in its entirety.

The illusory world in which we find ourselves has both gross and subtle aspects. Gross in terms of the five sense perceived reality and subtle as in that which lies beyond the direct comprehension of the senses. The path of transcendent knowledge, unique to each individual, guides us through both levels to a higher frequency of consciousness and a fuller understanding of how the multiverse is composed. In this respect, awareness of Illuminist organizations and their methods can be considered a natural part of moving through the gross illusory stages. As energies retune from the physical to the metaphysical, perspective is positively transformed and many of the ominous manoeuvrings of the Illuminist agenda begin to dissipate.

Humans are not unconscious and dim-witted by nature. Our impressive contemporary ignorance is the result of prolonged and invasive conditioning. The Control System uses basic diversionary tactics to prevent most humans from ever engaging with anything meaningful. It deploys encumbering psychological hoaxes like keeping people stressed inside a protestant work ethic time-loop, over endorsing left brain activity, removing the divine from daily life, omnipresent junk entertainment etc. It augments these with physical disconnections through bad water, bad food and a haze of atmospheric and electromagnetic interference. Combined, they subvert the natural evolution of the human soul from its normal ascension trajectory down to the prosaic drudgery of the 21st century consumer plantation.

The Gross Illusion

The affairs of planet Earth are locally administered by unelected organizations operating from behind a screen of artificial capitalist and communist governments. The Wizard of Oz is pulling the levers and the munchkins are reverently oblivious. A bitter pill to swallow. The emergence of the Internet has made it possible to assemble and cross reference masses of previously disparate data into a more lucid and conceivable whole. A course of alternative esoteric education that would’ve formerly taken decades (with the cooperation of several major libraries) can now be achieved within a few months. There is much deep study, analysis and intuition required, but it can be done. Suffice to say the Control System is real. The plot has been thickening nicely from day one. As with any other illusion, the student must progress sequentially through each distinct layer to arrive at the truth, the key to the entire illusion.

Into The Mists Of Time

The Control System offers nanohistory as our default reference point. An absurdly myopic perspective that suggests it is only worth looking back a few hundred years for any meaningful historical orientation. Everything before then was outlandish, superstitious and largely uncivilized – apart from the Greeks and Romans who had sanitation, hot running water and fresh grapes. This represents most people’s degree of historical awareness. Restricting access to the historical record is fundamental to the success of shaping people’s consciousness to see only that which is directly under their nose.

It is possible to trace Illuminist groups back to around 6000 BCE. Undoubtedly, they go back a lot earlier, but until we get independent access to authentic historical documents (many of which are secreted in the Vatican archives, I am reliably informed), we shall have to use thoughtful conjecture. Certainly we can track Illuminist origins to the Mithraic, Zoroastrian and Dionysian mystery schools; also directly to ancient Egypt from the predynastic period of around 5500 BCE to the early dynastic period of 3150 BCE. Inevitably, the picture gets clearer and there is more detailed information the more recent you get. For example, it can be persuasively argued that there is an unbroken thread through the Egyptian > Roman > Christian > English/US Empires. Bloodlines have been preserved throughout the timeline by way of meticulous interbreeding in order to isolate lineages with certain esoteric DNA characteristics. Funny how this stuff isn’t mentioned in high school history lessons. As Philip K Dick said, “The empire never ended.” (Valis, 1980).

Masters Of Reality

The Control System works by keeping everyone focussing on the lowest levels of the pyramid, the base levels of the illusion. Within this contrived paradigm, people are conditioned to give their energy only to the synthetic culture received through their screen. Cars and football, home makeovers and cooking, gossip and idolatry. It all amounts to the same thing: diversion. The magician’s misdirection distracts attention while the Illuminists siphon your consciousness out of your bottom. Just keep going round that hamster wheel. Round and round. Isn’t it pretty and fun and weird and you kind of can’t get off it.

The phenomenon of ‘predictive programming’ is heavily used on the screen. It presents and acclimatizes the public with new ideas and trends. Usually put forward in a fictional context (to circumvent issues of consent or morality), many of the events, technologies and social attitudes dipped into the collective consciousness are in fact already in the pipeline.

Taking this one step further, I propose that the screen actually seeds the imagination to manifest a pre-determined reality. Far from being the trivial plaything we are told it is, the imagination is a highly developed, super powerful holographic processor. It illustrates, energizes and manifests the world around us, whether we acknowledge it or not. It is the portal through which the universal field condenses thoughtforms into matter. The imagination directly formulates our experience of reality, as strongly now as it did when we were five years old. For this reason, it is imperative that we choose carefully what we put into our minds.

With mastery of our own imagination deactivated, the default setting is to mirror the incoming data stream. Output only what is input. With the modern adult mind discouraged from connecting with reality through actual felt experience, input is predictably derived from the mainstream media. The reality blueprint is transmitted, electronically and literally, from the screen. Trillions of screens.

From The Gross To The Subtle

As consciousness is moved to focus on one’s own evolution, and therefore interfacing with the universal field (which touches everything and everyone), it has the agreeable side effect of automatically vaporizing the psychic restraints of the Control System. Their mindjobs and imaginal seeding no longer function. Their solemn news broadcasts morph into ludicrous parodies. It becomes hard to take their propaganda and disinformation seriously anymore. By concentrating on the path, we free ourselves, expand our consciousness, benefit others and disempower the Control System.

Herein lies the mental transfer from the gross to the subtle. Consciousness creates reality. We are not helpless objects inside it, we make it. The solution is deceptively simple: free yourself and thereby regain sovereign control. Knowing this makes your mind hard to hijack and returns the power of creation back to the real masters of reality – us.

There is no coming to consciousness without pain ~ Carl Jung

19
May
08

Democratic Tyranny: Government Surveillance and The Trees

While reading an article on the evolution of wiretapping technology, and listening to my favorite Rush album (Hemispheres), a synapse circuit overloaded, and I felt compelled to record my thoughts for posterity. Here is my hastily written correlative shotgun thesis.

With the emergence of digital and cell phone technology in the 90’s, the spooks were losing the capability of spying on Americans. Something had to be done to ensure that 4th Amendment violations would continue unabated. Not to worry, a ball-busting series of negotiations between communications industry titans, the Feds, and supposed civil libertarians (the ACLU), paved the way for the current and future privacy erosions.

Jerry Berman was a veteran of the privacy wars, seemingly born for the role of liberal, dogmatic activist. After earning his bachelor’s and master’s, and, in 1967, his law degree, Berman began lobbying for the American Civil Liberties Union. He became an authority on the intersection of national security and technology, schooled by the exposure of illegal FBI spying operations aimed at political organizations, war protesters, and leftist activists. In 1978, Berman helped to craft the Foreign Intelligence Surveillance Act, which set new restrictions on the government’s domestic intelligence-gathering.

He was present at the creation of several important pieces of surveillance legislation, and he helped secure individual privacy protections. In playing his role, Berman didn’t adhere to a hard-and-fast position but instead embraced his own brand of “principled pragmatism.” By his logic, the interests of privacy and national security were not incompatible. If all sides — government, industry, civil-liberties activists — could find ways to “maximize the good and minimize the harm,” as he liked to say, they could strike a satisfactory balance and create workable laws.

This idea guided his work on FISA and other legislation, sometimes to the consternation of more-ideological activists who employed him to lobby Congress on their behalf. Perhaps that was because principled pragmatism recognized an unsavory reality: In Washington, those who show up to play the game make the rules. Negotiation requires sacrifice. Sacrifice requires flexibility. Some people would rather break than bend. But compromise is how things get done, and Berman accepted it. (source)

So as I am reading about that bit of sordid recent history while listening to Rush’s song The Trees. In the song, competing factions (the maples and the oaks) are having a bit of a squabble over collective vs. individual rights relating to sunlight and airspace. The maples formed a union, demanded equal rights, and the state intervened to police the dispute by way of force (hatchet, axe, and saw).

There is unrest in the forest,
There is trouble with the trees,
For the maples want more sunlight
And the oaks ignore their pleas.

The trouble with the maples,
(And they’re quite convinced they’re right)
They say the oaks are just too lofty
And they grab up all the light.
But the oaks can’t help their feelings
If they like the way they’re made.
And they wonder why the maples
Can’t be happy in their shade.

There is trouble in the forest,
And the creatures all have fled,
As the maples scream “Oppression!”
And the oaks just shake their heads

So the maples formed a union
And demanded equal rights.
“The oaks are just too greedy;
We will make them give us light.”
Now there’s no more oak oppression,
For they passed a noble law,
And the trees are all kept equal
By hatchet, axe, and saw ~ Rush (The Trees)

I see these two battles as roughly synonymous. The maple’s cry for the right to more sunlight is akin to the psy-op brainwashed masses demand for more safety and security (through government surveillance). Both must be implemented through the use of force, effectively subjecting the right of the individual to the will of the majority. All hierarchal governmental structures operate in this manner.  Forcible interferences with human nature (i.e., natural rights, and individual liberty) are the inherent destructive by-product of any democratic system.

In the natural order of things, the animal and plant kingdoms resolve their disputes with prompt efficiency, as dictated by the laws of nature. Human be-ings haven’t embraced universal homeostatic equilibrium. Consequentially, a perpetual tug-of-war pits one group against another in an endless battle royal of individual rights vs. the mob-rule subjugation machine.

The maples’ demand for more sunlight prompted the invocation of authoritative power as a balancing mechanism. The security of the people is the justification employed to erode the privacy of the individual (a form of psychological violence).

Which prompts the question – do we still have a shared human nature?




Johnny Peepers

----> is a socio-pathetic degenerate with a penchant for cheap booze, ruphy-laden broads, and dim sum soup.

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