Friday, February 09, 2007

Fatally Beautiful



She was born in the back of a thirty four Ford
And raised in a foster home
Her guardian made sexual connection with her
Before she was even grown - T Bone Burnett


Jay Leno said that politics is just show business for ugly people, which makes me wonder what business he thinks he's in. But he's not half-wrong, though the truth must be uglier than he could imagine.

Sensational celebrity deaths are sometimes more than distractions, especially when the fame is all about sex and money, because that's so much of what power is about. Just ask George HW Bush. It may be impolitic to whisper about the underage callboys, but we're allowed to have a chuckle at his tapping Teri Hatcher's ass. ("Frisky for an 82-year-old, ain't he?" Nyuk, nyuk.)

Smith's money came from J. Howard Marshall, who came from Yale and American oil, so you can imagine how his bloodline would be anxious to hold onto it. He served as special counsel to Standard Oil during the early war years, when the company was still trading with Germany and in open collaboration with IG Farben. (About which Judge Charles Clark ruled that "Standard Oil can be considered an enemy national.") Marshall went on to take a large stake in Koch Industries, a major financier of far-right interests

I won't bother to speculate here about Smith's death, other than to note the legitimacy such speculation is popularly accorded, which is broadly denied theorizing about similarly suspicious deaths which befall Leno's ugly people. What interests me is that we ought to consider sometimes the fate of the rich and beautiful without worry we're getting suckered into a pop culture edition of Trivial Pursuits.

Smith was a Marilyn Monroe knock-off who traded up, and over-the-top, in her own commodity. And Monroe, more than most beauties, knew something about the entracement of power. And yet her death stands outside the standard corpus of conspiracy literature. Perhaps because her significance is devalued by her celebrity. But more likely, because in death, as in life, she poses a threat to the Camelot mythos.

I don't think we need to choose. And if it's true, then we should say both that the Kennedy assassinations were High Crimes of State and that Monroe's was an assisted suicide.

She died of barbiturate overdose - beside her naked body was found an empty bottle of Nebutal - and yet her stomach was empty. John Miner, a deputy DA who attended the autopsy, witnessed a small amount of liquid, but as Donald Wolfe notes in The Assassination of Marilyn Monroe, "we did not detect any sign that would indicate it contained any heavy drugs or sedatives." The examiner's report reads that "a smear made from the gastric contents and examined under the polarized microscope shows no refractile crystals," which is inconsistent with ingestion of a large amounts of barbiturates. Coroner Thomas Noguchi requested analysis of Monroe's kidneys, stomach, urine and intestines, which would have revealed how the barbiturates had entered her system. The laboratory samples disappeared. Miner remarks, "in the entire history of the LA County coroner's office there had never been a previous instance of organ samples vanishing."

A week before her death, Monroe spent a weekend at Lake Tahoe's Cal-Neva Lodge as a doped-up plush-toy of owners Frank Sinatra and Sam Giancana. Later, friend Ralph Roberts said Monroe described it as a "nightmare," and that she'd felt more like a prisoner than a guest. Photographer Billy Woodfield, who'd worked with both Monroe and Sinatra, told Wolfe that Sinatra gave him a roll of film from the weekend to develop: "In his darkroom the photographer was shocked to see that the photos were of an unconscious Marilyn Monroe being sexually abused in the presence of Sam Giancana and Sinatra. Marilyn had been drugged in order for the compromising photos to be taken." Woodfield advised Sinatra to burn them.

FBI electronic surveillance of Giancana corroborated the account. Agent Bill Roemer remembers a conversation, after Monroe's death, between Giancana and Johnny Rosselli:

The conversation was muted, but what I had gleaned was that Giancana had been at Cal-Neva...with Sinatra and Marilyn the week before she died. There, from what I had been able to put together, she was involved in an orgy. From the conversation I overheard, it appeared she may have had sex with Giancana. Rosselli said to Giancana, "You sure get your rocks off fucking the same broads as the brothers, don't you?"

The weekend over, Marilyn flew back to LA and entered her limousine barefoot, "out of it - a mess."

Suddenly, what's so far-fetched about "presidential models"? Or did you think this just happened in the movies?

143 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

It is also, a la Diana, the sacrifice of the blond beauty in her prime tha is key here.

I think it's important to view Marylins death, like Diana's in masonic-occult/symbolic terms as well.

As bohemia grave shows , all decadent mysterires need sacficices for their survival and Mariyln, like Diana, fitted the bill perfectly.

2/09/2007 05:29:00 PM  
Anonymous Evan Palmer said...

Poor Marilyn.

There's an abysmal lack of humanity & honour in men (or anyone) who could do that to any woman (or any person).

And widespread & deep corruption that tramples unafraid over the unconnected & non-violent. so brazen.

How many are they?

Not nearly enough to stop a determined citizenry & re-empowered & clean police, armed forces & intelligence services.

One of the first steps must be to rip away the facade of national security & false privacy that shields their malfeasance & crimes.

Part of that is taking back the mass media & all forms of public communications.

Part of that is keeping the internet unconstrained.

2/09/2007 05:38:00 PM  
Anonymous Evan Palmer said...

This is the correct URL for the Evan Palmer webpage..

2/09/2007 05:43:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Awesome post Jeff, and perfect link to The Konformist site for An Interpretation of Kubrick's "Eyes Wide Shut".

2/09/2007 06:09:00 PM  
Anonymous Filling in for Colombo said...

On behalf of the recently established Colombo Society of Reading Between the Lines, paternity and 1 billion dollars can lead to murder... Where's Peter Falk? What an episode:

From CNN:

The tumult surrounding Smith's life now intensifies in death. Plunged into turmoil are

[1] [ongoing] efforts to determine her baby daughter's paternity [potential heir]

[2] and the question of who will inherit her late husband's estate, estimated at more than $1 billion.

[3] Clearing the heirs? Smith dies only five months after her 20-year-old son [heir], Daniel, died in his mother's Bahamas hospital room. [wha?]

[4] Clearing the heirs, though one left: Daniel's death [conveniently] came just three days AFTER Smith gave birth to [novel heir] daughter Dannielynn Hope. The paternity of this child is unestablished though claimed officially by Stern, who married her only 90 days ago.

[5] Where's the billion dollar child? "Dannielynn was not with her mother and Stern at the hotel, sources say, but was being "cared for" in the Bahamas [where the other heir died...] by the mother of Shane Gibson, a high-ranking Bahamian official who is a close friend of Smith's. [That's sociologically interesting].

[6] another potential heir: Stern, with whom she exchanged vows in a commitment ceremony on Sept. 28 [just about 90 days ago], "is just devastated," [lawyer] Rale [claims]. "He can't speak."

[7] Anna Nicole "suddenly dies" days after court orders DNA test to find out whos child it really was, and i..e, who's billion dollars it was] "On Wednesday, a Los Angeles judge had ordered Smith and Dannielynn to submit to a DNA test by Feb. 21. Then she's dead. The test is tied to a paternity lawsuit filed by photographer Larry Birkhead, who claims he is Dannielynn's father. Smith's companion, Howard K. Stern, is listed [as if he is the billion dollar largesse heir] as the infant's father on her birth certificate [instead].

[8] After the news of Smith's death, an emergency hearing was scheduled to occur in Los Angeles on Friday regarding the paternity of Dannielynn, PEOPLE reports. Seems Birkhead's lawyer is desperate to get DNA sample from Anna Nicole Smith before she rots away as dead mere days after court ordered DNA test to determine the eventual fate of 1 billion dollars.

[9] When Smith arrived at the hotel, a witness tells PEOPLE, "she seemed a little woozy. She was walking straight but was being held up by Stern."...

[10] Smith's death occurs only days after the court order for the DNA paternity test. Hard to test a dead body....

[11] An emergency hearing was scheduled to occur in Los Angeles on Friday regarding the paternity of Dannielynn, PEOPLE reports. Birkhead's attorney, Deborah Opri, wants to take a DNA swab from Smith's corpse, which Anna Nicole Smith lawyer strangely is hot to avoid: Rale calls "the lowest form of behavior I've ever heard of." For a lawyer to opine about low behavior when his own connection to 1 billion dollars is threated by the test, is rather sick.

If the child is Sterns' great for him. He has officially claimed it. If he's lying on the official birth certificate and that was about to be found out, hmm. Motive for murder of his recent wife to stop the DNA test confirmation/denial. He only married her 90 days go, rushed into it only three weeks after the daughter heir was born, which he subsequently claimed as well. Photographer Birkhead on the other hand (as well as Stern really) would have motivation to kill previous heir 20 year old son of Smith mere days after this child his born. Either way Stern or Birkhead have motives for murder in a realistic world...some of them twice over.

[12] Why does Stern run down to establish that he is publicly frantic, instead of simply calling for an ambulance from the room where Nicole is? Does he just leave her alone there? Surely a husband would stay by her side particularly after calling the ambulance. "A few minutes later [Stern] ran out of the elevator [to the front desk.] He was frantic." Then strangely after this little display, Stern went back upstairs, the witness said – and minutes later, paramedics arrived. They returned and brought Smith out the front door. "There was a paramedic straddling her on the gurney pumping her chest," says the witness.

[13] Inside Anna Nicole's Surprise Ceremony THURSDAY OCTOBER 05, 2006 09:00 AM EDT In the early morning hours of Sept. 28 Anna Nicole Smith, ***her lawyer and confidant Howard K. Stern and a nanny clutching Smith's 3-week-old daughter*** Dannielynn Hope slipped aboard the 41-ft. catamaran Margaritaville and pushed out to sea off the coast of the Bahamas' Paradise Island. [This was just three weeks after the daughter heir born, and two and a half weeks after her other 20 year old son heir is dead. Stern officially claims paternity, though that is being held up by Smith's recent death--mere days after court ordered paternity test for Birkhead's simultaneous claim.] But this was no ordinary pleasure cruise. [It was a billion dollar marriage deal.] Later that day a Baptist minister and some of the couple's close friends were ferried to a nearby island called Sandy Cay, where they met up with Smith, 38, and Stern, 37, before setting sail again on the catamaran. At around 3 p.m., Stern, in a black dress suit and white shirt, and Smith, holding a bouquet of red roses, exchanged vows and Bible verses – as well as temporary rings, because the real ones weren't yet ready. [Made a fast decision, when, immediately after daughter was born?...] After the ceremony "we all cheered and Anna wanted to jump into the ocean," says John James, Smith's friend and the former Dynasty actor. "But there were sharks out there, so we sped back to (Sandy Cay), and then Anna and Howard jumped in."

Perhaps the shark was on the boat. Perhaps she married one of those sharks.

Stern or Smith's lawyer doesn't seem to want to go through with that court ordered paternity test....and a pattern is starting to develop of quick deaths of heirs--one heir dead within days after the birth of alternative heir Dannielynn Hope, and another death mere days after the court ordered paternity test of the young daughter (death of Nicole herself). A third quick decision is the recent marriage of Stern to Nicole only 90 days ago, rushed into existence (no rings, no time) only three weeks after Dannielynn heir was born, where he is claiming officially that he is father.


Filling in for Colombo, I think he would say "Help me clear a few things up here. There's something I don't understand, perhaps it's just me..."

2/09/2007 07:38:00 PM  
Anonymous Filling in for Colombo said...

Bingo.

Report: Howard K. Stern Executor of Anna's Will
Posted Feb 9th 2007 7:15PM by TMZ Staff

ET is reporting that Anna Nicole Smith did, in fact, have a will.

According to the show, it was written before the death of her son Daniel and the birth of daughter Dannielynn -- and names Howard K. Stern as the executor [so he was will executor, then he marries her!]

picture: Anna Nicole Smith, Dannielynn and bloodthirsty killer Howard K. Stern

The document reportedly named Daniel as her sole heir, but now that she had a daughter, Dannielynn is, as of now, Anna's closest next of kin.

A family law expert tells TMZ that disposition will get sticky depending on what happens with the paternity suit and whether or not Anna and Howard's Bahamian 'commitment ceremony' is deemed legally binding by a probate court.

One complex issue is that Howard cannot legally be the executor and a beneficiary of the will.

Look at a picture of this guy. Scaaarrrryeeee!

Immediately after this picture, perhaps even the same day, executor of her will Stern signs off on the official birth certificate of the Dannielynn that it's his child.

Three days after Dannielynn born, same hospital room , Anna Nicole Smith's 20 year old son/heir mysteriously dies--in that hospital room.

Two and a half weeks later, Stern goes through committment ceremony to marry Anna Nicole Smith.

Stern is immediately on Larry King Live claiming paternity officially in the mediasphere and being sponsored to say so, despite ongoing court suit from Birkhead.

I smell a sick billion dollar takeover of Smith's wealth.

2/09/2007 07:52:00 PM  
Blogger marykmusic said...

No matter who, or why, a celebrity death like this works well to distract The Public from the sordid little doings in the world of reality, war, trials, child porn rings.

Expect a couple more. After all, mere scandal and endless commentary on the Paris/Cruise/Beyonce' doings wasn't working nearly as well as they used to.

2/09/2007 08:31:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Might wanna fix that big typo in the second paragrah.

2/09/2007 08:44:00 PM  
Anonymous starroute said...

A couple of other crucial events in 2006 would also seem to be relevant.

Marshall turned his investment in Great Northern Oil Co. with Fred Koch during the 1950s into a 16% stake in Koch Industries, now the nation's largest privately held company. When eldest son J. Howard Marshall III sided with sons Bill and Fred Koch in a failed attempt to take over Koch Industries from Charles and David Koch, he stripped the eldest son of his inheritance, making E. Pierce Marshall his primary heir.

Marshall died 14 months after marrying former stripper Anna Nicole Smith, who would later become involved in a court battle with her former stepson, E. Pierce Marshall (who died on June 20, 2006, at the age of 67 after contracting an infection).
In 2001, she lost her case during a five-month Texas state court jury trial, upholding Marshall's will and trust. Smith then declared bankrupcy in California and was awarded $474MM as a sanction for alleged misconduct. In 2002, the bankruptcy judgement was vacated and her award was reduced to 88 million in a Federal District Court in California. In December 2004, a three-judge panel of the 9th Circuit Court of Appeals reversed the District Court decision and affirmed the Texas Probate jury finding that no misconduct had taken place, Smith was not one of J. Howard Marshall's heirs and that the federal courts lacked juristiction over state probate matters. However, on 1 May, 2006, the U.S. Supreme Court in Marshall v. Marshall overturned the ninth circuit's decision on jurisdictional grounds, allowing Smith another opportunity to pursue her claims in federal court. The case has now been remanded to the 9th Circuit for adjudication of the remaining appellate issues not previously reached.

2/09/2007 08:48:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

http://www.latimes.com/news/nationworld/columnone/la-et-marilyn5aug05,1,7245017.story?coll=la-headlines-columnone

Marilyn's Secret Tapes

Former prosecutor says he has heard tapes that Marilyn Monroe made in the days before she died that prove the actress was anything but suicidal.
By Robert W. Welkos
Times Staff Writer

August 5, 2005

It remains one of Hollywood's most compelling, and unforgettable, mysteries.

On Aug. 5, 1962, the body of Marilyn Monroe was found in the bedroom of her Brentwood home. The 36-year-old movie star was naked and facedown on her bed.

An autopsy conducted by Dr. Thomas Noguchi, then deputy medical examiner, concluded that death was due to acute barbiturate poisoning, and a psychiatric team tied to the investigation termed it a "probable suicide."

Today, 43 years later, fans from around the world will gather, as they have for decades, near Monroe's crypt at Westwood Village Memorial Park to celebrate her life and mourn her death. John W. Miner, 86, will mourn too.

But there is bitterness and frustration as well for the former Los Angeles County prosecutor, who was at her autopsy and was one of those looking into her death. He didn't believe that the actress took her life in '62 and he doesn't believe it now, and Miner says he's heard secret tapes that Monroe made in the days before she died that prove the actress was anything but suicidal.

Whether Monroe died by her own hand has been debated and dissected by books, documentaries, conspiracy theorists, and Hollywood and Washington insiders alike for years.

Enough credence was given to the various reports that in 1982, the Los Angeles County district attorney's office reexamined the case. Miner, by then in private practice, was among those interviewed.

The resulting report notes that Miner mentioned the tapes. However, he did not say he had a transcript. Although the report concedes that "factual discrepancies" and "unanswered questions" remained in the case, it did not find enough evidence to warrant launching a criminal investigation.

As head of the D.A.'s medical-legal section when Monroe died, Miner had met with the actress' psychiatrist, Dr. Ralph Greenson. During the interview, Miner says, Greenson played the Monroe tapes, but only on condition that the investigator never reveal their contents.

Miner said he took "extensive" and "nearly verbatim" notes, and only broke the promise years after Greenson's death, when some Monroe biographers suggested that the psychiatrist be considered a suspect in her death. Miner recently gave a copy of the transcript to The Times.

Miner's transcript shows Monroe obsessing about the Oscars, describing a sexual encounter with Joan Crawford, craving a father's love from Clark Gable, yearning to be taken seriously as an actress by contemplating doing Shakespeare, and speaking candidly about why her marriages to baseball slugger Joe DiMaggio and playwright Arthur Miller ended in divorce.

At one point, she describes standing naked in front of her full-length mirror assessing the body that captivated the world, knowing that she is slipping into middle age, and commenting that "my breasts are beginning to sag a bit" but "my waist isn't bad" and her buttocks are still "the best."

"You are the only person who will ever know the most private, the most secret thoughts of Marilyn Monroe," she tells Greenson, according to Miner's transcript. "I have absolute confidence and trust you will never reveal to a living soul what I say to you."

Miner contends that anyone reading the transcript would conclude that "there was no possible way this woman could have killed herself. She had very specific plans for her future. She knew exactly what she wanted to do. She was told by [acting coach] Lee Strasberg, maybe ill-advisedly, that she had Shakespeare in her and she was fascinated with the idea."

Miner has shown the transcript to several authors in recent years. In British author Matthew Smith's book "Marilyn's Last Words: Her Secret Tapes and Mysterious Death," the excerpts cover the early portion of the tapes, which have Monroe musing on Freud and free association, orgasms, Gable and her agent, Johnny Hyde. Seymour M. Hersh included a short reference to the late President Kennedy in "The Dark Side of Camelot."

Miner was also interviewed for a 1997 ABC documentary called "Dangerous World: The Kennedy Years," but ultimately no excerpts from the transcript were used.

The previously unpublished portions of the transcript include descriptions of her feelings for her ex-husbands, a dissection of why her marriages failed, a racy catalog of supposed sexual encounters, details of her dispute with 20th Century Fox, her friendship with Frank Sinatra, and her complaints about housekeeper Eunice Murray, who would discover her body.

Smith and Hersh, along with the documentary's producer, Mark Obenhaus, said in interviews this week that they found Miner credible.

But to accept Miner's story, one must make a leap of faith — he is the only one still alive who claims to have heard the tapes. Greenson died in 1979, and Miner believes that he destroyed the tapes.

"It's like a one-sourced story," Obenhaus said. "You have one guy; he's a credible guy, but he's just one guy."

Smith, who said he paid Miner a fee, which he declined to disclose, for use of the Monroe transcript, added: "I believe he is a man of integrity. I've looked at the contents of the tapes, of course, and, frankly, I would think it entirely impossible for John Miner to have invented what he put forward — absolutely impossible."

Ronald H. "Mike" Carroll, a former L.A. County deputy district attorney who conducted the 1982 review of Monroe's death, said he and a D.A.'s investigator interviewed Miner for their report and, although he mentioned that Greenson had tapes of the actress, there was no hint that Miner had a transcript.

Carroll, the No. 3 prosecutor in the D.A.'s office at the time, who has since retired, said that had he any inkling that Miner was harboring the transcript, he would have obtained a grand jury subpoena to force Miner to hand them over so that he could include them in his report.

Miner said he couldn't speak about the transcript then because of his promise to Greenson. "Greenson … was absolutely committed to protecting the privacy of his patients," Miner recalled. "He felt he could not let me see what she had said if there was any possibility that her privacy would be violated." So Miner gave his word.

When some suggested that Greenson himself was the actress' killer, Miner went to the psychiatrist's widow and asked for permission to be released from the promise.

Greenson's widow, Hildegard, told The Times this week that she didn't know if the tapes existed and never heard her husband discuss them. Still, she does not discount that Monroe may have given her husband such tapes and that he played them for Miner.

"That seems like something my husband would do," she said. "He might want to play it to show how she felt and what was going on with her." At the time of the recordings, Monroe was living an unsettled life. There was the rumor of a romance with Kennedy, fueled by her appearance at a birthday tribute on May 19 at Madison Square Garden where she sang the now legendary "Happy Birthday, Mr. President." Studio bosses at 20th Century Fox had dropped her from the film "Something's Got to Give" because of chronic lateness and drug dependency.

No one has established the exact date that the recordings were made, although the JFK reference would put it after her singing tribute, a little more than two months before she died.

Smith says his research suggests that Monroe gave the psychiatrist the tapes Aug. 4. According to Miner, Greenson's sole purpose in playing the tapes for him was to help establish her state of mind at the time of her death, "so they were made pretty close to the time she died."

Hollywood columnist James Bacon, now 91, who met Monroe when she was an unknown in 1949 and would later become a close friend, was at Monroe's house five days before she died.

"She was drinking champagne and straight vodka and occasionally popping a pill," Bacon told The Times. "I said, 'Marilyn, the combination of pills and alcohol will kill you.' And she said, 'It hasn't killed me yet.' Then she took another drink and popped another pill. I know at night she took barbiturates."

But Bacon added: "She wasn't the least bit depressed. She was talking about going to Mexico. She had a Mexican boyfriend at the time. I forget his name. This was the first house she ever owned. She was going to buy some furniture. She was in very good spirits that day — of course, the champagne and vodka helped."

In the transcript, Monroe uses what therapists call "free association," saying whatever came into her mind. "Isn't it true that the key to analysis is free association?" she says. "Marilyn Monroe associates. You, my doctor, by understanding and interpretation of what goes on in my mind, get to my unconscious, which makes it possible for you to treat my neuroses and for me to overcome them."

"And you are going to hear bad language," she warns Greenson.

Although Monroe often came across on screen as a ditzy blond, in her tapes, she discusses Freud's "Introductory Lectures" ("God, what a genius," she remarks. "He makes it so understandable"), and author James Joyce ("Joyce is an artist who could penetrate the souls of people, male or female"), and says she has read all of Shakespeare.

She talks about her admiration for Gable, her co-star in "The Misfits": "In the kissing scenes, I kissed him with real affection. I didn't want to go to bed with him, but I wanted him to know how much I liked and appreciated him."

And she lambasted members of the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences for not giving Gable an Oscar for "Gone With the Wind," noting that never was an actor on screen more romantic. She says she cried for two days after learning that Gable had died.

Her love for DiMaggio was undimmed. "I love him and always will," she says. "But Joe couldn't stay married to Marilyn Monroe, the famous movie star. Joe has an image in his stubborn Italian head of a traditional Italian wife. She would have to be faithful, do what he tells her, devote all of herself to him. Doctor, you know that's not me."

It was different with Miller. "Marrying him was my mistake, not his. He couldn't give me the attention, warmth and affection I need. It's not in his nature. Arthur never credited me with much intelligence. He couldn't share his intellectual life with me. As bed partners, we were so-so."

Of her one-night affair with Joan Crawford, she said: "Next time I saw Crawford, she wanted another round. I told her straight-out I didn't much enjoy doing it with a woman. After I turned her down, she became spiteful."

In the tapes, Monroe heaps praise on Kennedy, and there is no suggestion that the two were ever lovers. "This man is going to change our country," she says of JFK, adding, "He will transform America today like FDR did in the '30s."

As for the president's brother, Robert F. Kennedy, the U.S. attorney general at the time: "As you see, there is no room in my life for him. I guess I don't have the courage to face up to it and hurt him. I want someone else to tell him it's over. I tried to get the president to do it, but I couldn't reach him."

In the transcripts, Monroe says she needs Greenson's help in getting her housekeeper another job. "Doctor, I want you to help me get rid of Murray…. I can't flat out fire her. Next thing would be a book 'Secrets of Marilyn Monroe by Her Housekeeper.' She'd make a fortune spilling what she knows and she knows too damn much."

As he listened to Monroe's voice that day in 1962, Miner said, he became "very moved."

"You'd have to be without capacity for empathy or emotion" if you weren't moved, he said.

Miner, who collaborated with Dr. Seymour Pollack to create the USC Institute of Psychiatry, Law and Behavioral Science in 1963 and taught there over the years, said he would like to see a "re-autopsy" conducted to clear up medical questions that he noticed in the original.

"The autopsy clearly shows that the barbiturates — of a massive amount — that entered her body came in through the large intestine," he said. "How do we know that? We know that because there is no indication, in fact there is contraindication, that the capsules were swallowed."

He believes that had Monroe swallowed 30 or more capsules, "she would have absorbed enough of the barbiturates to kill her before it was all dissolved."

He also discounts the possibility that she was given a "hot shot" injection of the drugs since neither he nor Noguchi could find any sign of needle marks on her body. (Both the original autopsy report and the 1982 review came to the same conclusion.)

Miner had hoped to get Noguchi's support for another autopsy. Noguchi's attorney, Godfrey Isaac, said the former coroner was traveling in Asia and could not be reached for comment.

It is Miner's theory that the actress took or was given chloral hydrate to render her unconscious — possibly in a soft drink — and someone then dissolved Nembutal in water by breaking open 30 or more capsules and administered the lethal solution by enema.

He said that he and Noguchi noticed a discoloration of the large intestine in the original autopsy and that there is a possibility that if the body were exhumed, tissue samples could be taken to determine if she had been given an enema filled with enough drugs to be toxic.

Carroll said he had no objections to another autopsy and stressed that he had "no vested interest" in the outcome.

But he noted that in his review, he talked to an independent expert, Dr. Boyd G. Stephens, former chief medical examiner-coroner for the city and county of San Francisco, who said the amount of Nembutal in the liver was about twice as much as in the blood, suggesting that the person lived for "quite a period of time" after ingesting the drugs.

Carroll told The Times that if Monroe had an enema containing the drugs, it would have gotten into her system rapidly and "you wouldn't expect it to have that ratio in the liver."

The D.A.'s review concluded that "the cumulative evidence available to us fails to support any theory of criminal conduct relating to her death."



***
Excerpted from: http://human-nature.com/kirsner/chap4.html


Ralph Greenson and Leo Rangell

After the 1950 split, both Leo Rangell and Ralph Greenson were unequalled as international psychoanalytic figures in Los Angeles. However, Greenson was LAPSI's most controversial figure.

The author of a classic clinical textbook, The Technique and Practice of Psychoanalysis (1967) and over sixty papers and articles. Greenson was unusual in moving outside the ambit of his analytic colleagues to give many public lectures.54 His psychoanalytic interests were wide-ranging. He was most concerned that analysts with different theoretical approaches seemed to talk at each other.55 He was famous-now even infamous-as being Marilyn Monroe's analyst. Upon graduating as an analyst, Greenson quickly became a major influence in the Los Angeles psychoanalytic scene. He soon became an important figure nationally and later internationally and was active in psychoanalysis until his death in 1979.

Born in Brooklyn in 1910 as Romeo Samuel Greenschpoon, Greenson was one of a set of fraternal twins (his twin was rather infelicitously named Juliet). From childhood on Juliet excelled at music and became a famous concert pianist-Romi both admired and resented her achievement. According to research by Donald Spoto, 'Her applause, recognition, public acclaim and admiration created an acute sibling rivalry and weighed heavily on him'.56 This may have accounted for Greenson's undoubted zest for showmanship, his eagerness for applause and his Hollywood involvements.57 Unable to excel at the violin, Greenson followed his father's route into medicine. He undertook pre-med work at Columbia University and, completed his medical degree in Bern, Switzerland as quotas were placed on Jewish students in New York in that era. He interned in Los Angeles at Cedars of Lebanon and then travelled to Vienna where he trained with the psychiatrist William Stekel for nine months. Upon returning to Los Angeles, he quickly found that Stekel's technique did not work well with patients and commenced analytic training with Otto Fenichel, graduating as an analyst in 1942.58

After graduating, Greenson joined the Army Air Corps and was stationed at Yuma, Arizona. There he became interested in war neuroses and used sodium pentathol for interviews. Transferred to Fort Logan, Colorado, he continued his work at a hospital for the rehabilitation of those suffering from war neuroses-this was where he first met Rangell.59 Leo Rosten based his novel, Captain Newman M.D. (1961) on Captain Greenson. Indeed, Greenson received twelve and half- percent royalties from the film version which starred Gregory Peck.60

In 1947, Ernst Simmel appointed Greenson as a training analyst.61 After the split Greenson became president of the Los Angeles Psychoanalytic Society (1951-53) and Dean of Education (1957-61). He was Clinical Professor of Psychiatry at the UCLA Medical School. Whatever his official positions he wielded a good deal of power and influence within LAPSI. Greenson was nationally and internationally well known not only for his numerous psychoanalytic writings but also for his real flair for lecturing and teaching. His institute seminars were especially highly regarded at LAPSI. Hilda Rollman-Branch felt that although Greenson was 'a character' and 'narcissistic', his tactlessness could be forgiven because of 'his enthusiasm and inspiration. He was without a doubt the best teacher of psychoanalysis any of us have ever had'.62 For all that, there were those who saw him as shallow.63

Greenson greatly enjoyed public speaking. Rosengarten remembered Greenson giving 'a wonderful impression to the public. He was a wonderful speaker, spontaneous. He could listen to any paper, get up and comment on it. He was a little outlandish at times but very capable. He was able to attract people and he could get 20 men filled with patients.64 As psychoanalysis is based on private practice, a good source of referrals can be very influential. As James Grotstein pointed out, Greenson was 'very powerful not only because of his eloquence but also because he controlled referrals. He was an enormous referral source so a lot of people were dependent on him. He sorted the cards'.65 Several older lay analysts were especially beholden to him for referrals and the protection they needed as lay analysts.

Greenson was a passionate man with strongly held views. Three analysts each reported to me that after a disagreement Greenson did not speak to them for years.66 He was given to irrational fits of anger.67 Elisabeth Young-Bruehl, Anna Freud's biographer, aptly described Greenson as 'a hard-living man of passionate enthusiasm and even flamboyance, a man for whom psychoanalysis was... a way of life'.68

Supervised by Milton Wexler, Greenson shared offices with him for some years, and was greatly affected by Wexler's ideas about the importance of closeness between analyst and patient.69 Greenson moved nearer to Wexler's point of view about psychopathology, that it has more to do with developmental failure than conflict and had to be remedied with actual experience. Wexler gradually extended this view from schizophrenia to cover all psychopathology. Despite his textbook, Greenson considered himself as challenging classical psychoanalysis.70 He was hurt to be considered an agent of established classical analysis.71

However, Greenson was closely connected to Anna Freud and her group in London. His Foundation for Research in Psychoanalysis in Beverly Hills provided an important source of funds for Anna Freud's work in London as well as for Albert Solnit's New Haven group around the journal, The Psychoanalytic Study of the Child. The fund financed Anna Freud's purchase of Freud's London home and half of the Hampstead Clinic's 1968 budget shortfall of $60,000.72 The chief wealthy donor for this Foundation was one of Greenson's patients, Lita Annenberg Hazen.73

However, Greenson wielded his power within LAPSI unwisely. Had Greenson acted in a more cohesive way within LAPSI and backed this up with the money from the Foundation, perhaps there would not have been the general dissatisfactions that allowed the opportunity for the Kleinian and object relations influences to develop. Unfortunately, the Kleinian approach was not so successful because of its intrinsic worth but due to the needs created, as Atkins put it, by the 'wreckage' at LAPSI.74

As a contributor to psychoanalysis, Greenson was open to new ideas from many sources,75 but was not loath to claim them as his own. He even wrote about his own 'unconscious plagiarism' of other psychoanalytic thinkers.76 As a passionate, powerful, charismatic and forthright man with high visibility, he was the subject of many attributions including charges that he was under the domination of others such as Anna Freud or the New York leadership of the APsaA. While he had highly placed friends, Greenson's hubris rendered him in a sense incapable of being dominated by anybody else or by anybody else's ideas unless they became incorporated as his own.

Leo Rangell, born in 1913 was twice President of the IPA (1971-75), twice president of the APsaA (1961, 1966) and three times president of the Los Angeles Psychoanalytic Society (1956-58, 1964-5). Rangell is the author of more than 350 articles and several books.77 Rangell was a neurologist before beginning psychoanalytic training at the New York Psychoanalytic Institute. He completed his training at the Los Angeles Psychoanalytic Institute after arriving in Los Angeles in 1946. During World War II Rangell and Greenson were both stationed in Denver teaching psychodynamics to flight surgeons and treating traumatic neuroses of returned prisoners of war with sodium pentathol.78 Rangell and Fenichel met for a few days when Fenichel (who had been Greenson's analyst)79 visited Greenson in Denver, but Fenichel and Rangell never became close personally.

2/09/2007 08:52:00 PM  
Anonymous starroute said...

Something very strange has certainly been going on . . .

There's this:

E. Pierce Marshall, who feuded for years with former Playboy Playmate Anna Nicole Smith over his father's oil fortune, has died, his spokesman said Friday. He was 67.

Marshall died unexpectedly earlier this week in the Dallas area from a brief and extremely aggressive infection, the family said in a written statement released through spokesman David Margulies. He declined to provide additional details about Marshall's death on Tuesday.

"The family would politely request that their privacy be respected during this extremely difficult time as they grapple with this devastating loss," the statement said.


And this:

A fellow blogger recently raised my curiosity in the infamous Vickie Marshall (Anna Nicole Smith) v. Pierce Marshall legal entanglement. According to the blog Hoops and Other Pop Culture, as a result of the recent U.S. Supreme Court Decision Pierce Marshall (the son of Vickie's deceased husband J. Howard) may have a legal malpractice claim against the attorney(s) who represented him in Vickie’s Chapter 11 bankruptcy proceeding.

Here is how the potential legal malpractice claim arose: When J. Howard Marshall died in 1995, his will did not provide for his surviving widow (Vickie) and she now alleges that J. Howard intended to provide her with a gift in the form of a “catch-all” trust. J. Howard’s son Pierce was the ultimate beneficiary of J. Howard’s estate. In 1996, while the estate was being handled in the probate court in Texas, Vickie filed for bankruptcy in California.

Later that same year, Pierce (it would appear out of spite since Vickie had no money at the time and Pierce was walking away from the Texas Probate Court an extremely wealthy man) filed a proof of claim in Vickie’s federal bankruptcy proceeding alleging that his step-mother had defamed him when, shortly after J. Howard’s death, her lawyers told members of the press that Pierce had engaged in forgery, fraud, and overreaching to gain control of his father’s assets (the federal courts have seemed to find some truth in these accusations).

Why Pierce’s attorneys (according to my colleague Steve Jakubowski’s bankruptcy litigation blog - see comment 4, on Pierce’s proof of claim Texas lawyer John Melko was listed as his counsel) would counsel Pierce to file such a claim is baffling. By doing so Pierce who appeared to be free and clear in the Texas Probate Court and sought to gain very little from the claim subjected himself to the jurisdiction of the federal courts which have not been kind to him.

2/09/2007 09:02:00 PM  
Anonymous Richard said...

Yesterday I had a bit of time to kill, so I clicked on my idiot box. The poor thing sits mute so much of the time that I fear the little world window will just stop talking to me altogether one day.

But alas, yesterday was not that day.

& it's a good thing too, because every single news channel, both local & national, was carrying the Anna Nicole story.

It...it... almost seemed like it was a genuine news story.

Morally challenged ex-stripper, famous for ......


....well, what exactly is the bitch famous for anyway?

Big tits, maybe?

I honestly don't know.

But anyway, morally challenged ex-stripper dies young.

Yep, I can see how that would be news.

Being an uncommon occurrence & all.

Of course, with my astute & well-trained intuition, I gleened that it was little more than gossipy fluff masquerading as news.

I'm quick that way.

That's why its so damn heartening to see the Anna Nicole story here where a more rigorous spotlight can be leveled against such a huuuuuge fucking story as her death.

We've got a nice segue into Marilyn Monroe & hell, we've even got pictures of the fuck stick that inseminated ol' Anna. & yes, her fuck-stick was scary, but I imagine Anna Nicole could work up a good head of scary if the layers of make-up were sand-blasted off & the viewer could manage to draw his gaze from those humungous bazooms long enough to actually look at her face.

But no gossipy trash here though.

Just rigorous intuitionists using their mental leggos to build a better world by cutting through all the bullshit.

Right?

Gee, I can't wait to find out all the juicy details of Anna Nicole's life , with attendent links to the Illuminati & the elite & Monarch, etc.,that I know will find their way to this comment section.

After all, inquiring minds want to know don't they?

Or, as Bob Harris, over at This Modern World puts it:

"Condolences to those few who are directly affected by the sudden demise.

Obviously, dead blonde Playmates are of national importance.

Still, while CNN and FOX go into 24/7 wall-to-wall dead Playmate mode, here are a few other things that happened today that they could be talking about (and on the right, the front pages of CBS News, ABC News, MSNBC, CNN, and FOX News as of 7 pm est):

• North Korea may agree to stop its nuclear program.

• Hamas and Fatah have reached an accord giving the Palestinians a united front.

• NATO’s top commander in Afghanistan says more troops will be needed to fight the Taliban, but many large NATO nations don’t want to send them.

• Iran has just tested a missile which can strike US ships in the Persian Gulf, and they promise to retaliate for any attack. Still, Bush’s advisers are pushing for war.

So you can see why Anna Nicole’s death is getting all the coverage. Slow news day.

To review:

News shows are, yes, shows. They do not make money by providing us useful information. They make money by providing us… to the advertisers. Useful information occurs, but it is up to you to care enough to spot it.

And according to the Google News “Most Popular” section, we care a great deal about dead Playmates, stalker astronauts in diapers, Ryan O’ Neal getting arrested, and Britney Spears not being a lesbian.

So that’s what we get.

When we can’t find Iran on a map but we’re willing to kill Iranians — and then we wonder why the world doesn’t exactly run the way we figured — it’s not any news producer’s fault.

It’s ours."



So when are the advertisers coming aboard here?

I can't wait to buy shit while I stoke my paranoia-laden fantasies about the coming Doom Whose Name We Dare Not Speak.

It will be awesome.

One more thing to consider....if you substitute links to big bazoom photos in place of the inconclusive ufo photos, you might have a better chance of getting your message out to the mass of great unwashed "joe-blows" who need us to save them from themselves.

Just a thought.

2/09/2007 09:16:00 PM  
Blogger Jeff said...

"Might wanna fix that big typo in the second paragraph."

Thanks, done.

2/09/2007 09:17:00 PM  
Anonymous Filling in for Colombo said...

Thanks starroute:

However, on 1 May, 2006, the U.S. Supreme Court in Marshall v. Marshall overturned the ninth circuit's decision on jurisdictional grounds, allowing Smith [REALLY THAT EXECUTOR STERN GUY] another opportunity to pursue her claims in federal court. The case has now been remanded to the 9th Circuit for adjudication of the remaining appellate issues not previously reached.

Awfully kind of the Felonious Five Plus Four to intervene so royally in this affair, particularly since it is just an inheritance.

Somebody must want Stern to inherit control really, really, bad on the federal level, and that is really really spooky.

Given that it is Stern that is supposedly going on Larry King Psyops Live attempting to tell only his story as official (Larry King is a great friend of the Bushes, as well, by the way), shows some sort strange thing.

Second strange thing is that the Marshal son/winner against ANS's billions (actually controlled by Stern, her executor), both suddenly dies quickly for all his trouble winning back some of the multiple hundreds of millions...

and Third, that his losing earlier may be tied to intentional legal sabotage by his own lawyer (paid on the side to mess it up):

ANS seems more and more like some sort of subsidiary front corporation to some strange groups that we are not even privy to see, though which Stern is "handler."

Yes, I submit, "handler" (as in MKULTRA, anyone?) certainly has some commonalities dealing with the rapidity in which "ANS, Inc." was created as easily controllable proxy financial vehicle to the failed Koch Industries takeover?

Somebody else put it together, I'm still stuck in the 1970s, when at least some of the general public wasn't entirely malicious.

In this it seems to me is some sort of use of Marshall, Sr.'s fortune, behind his back originally to take over his business partner's firm, Koch Industries. And Marshall, Sr. was so disgusted by some of his kin's attempt to shut out his long term Koch Industries friends that he disinherits the perpetrators, incredibly consolidating the fortune in one huge block that seemingly would have (duh) gone to E. Pierce Marshall.

Enter la femme.

Was she her own agent in this?

14 months later, ANS, Inc. attempts to take over everything from this E. Pierce Marshall. (Feasibly on ANS, Inc.'s side, behind her perhaps long long far away), would be the original disinherited biggies of the Marshall clan.

Rigint heads may be interested in this little list--a parapolitical Rolodex to bookmark:

Special Report
The Largest Private Companies
By Shlomo Reifman and Samantha N. Wong 11.09.06, 6:00 PM ET

The 394 companies on this year's listing of America's Largest Private Companies all have at least $1 billion in annual revenue. They have either too few shareholders to be required to file financial statements with the Securities & Exchange Commission or shares whose ownership is restricted to some group, like family members or employees. We exclude foreign companies, companies that don't pay income taxes (like Battelle Memorial Institute [which by they way was involved in the anthrax attack on Congress, overlapping personnel with the organizations bought up by Carlyle Corporation to deliver Anthrax vaccine to the U.S. Army--made millions there, the Bushes did as well), mutually owned companies (Northwestern Mutual Group), companies with fewer than 100 employees and companies that are 50% or more owned by foreign or other private companies. We also leave out companies whose primary business is auto dealerships or real estate investment and/or management. Our revenue figures for each company exclude sales of publicly traded subsidiaries.


link to www.forbes.com

Koch is #1 private held company. Just to show the scale of these things, this is just the top nine. Notice that Bechtel is #9, so Koch is huge. Even bigger than Cargill.


Rank Name State Industry Revenue ($bil) Employees

1 Koch Industries KS Chemicals - Major Diversified 90.00 e 85,000
[That's 90 billion dollars revenue every year, that the Marshall kids were attempting to take over; 85,000 employees]

2 Cargill MN Farm Products 69.90 e [a "distant second", at only 69 billion revenue a year] 141,400

3 PricewaterhouseCoopers NY Business Services 21.30 e [an even smaller billionaire lump---truly Koch is an unknown empire of private wealth] 140,000

4 Publix Super Markets FL Grocery Stores 20.75 135,000

5 SemGroup OK Oil & Gas Refining & Marketing 20.17 1,622

6 Mars VA Confectioners 20.00 e1 40,500 [The reclusive Mars (candy bar) family, no jokes...]

7 C&S Wholesale Grocers NH Food Wholesale 19.94 18,700

8 Ernst & Young NY Business Services 18.40 114,000

9 Bechtel CA Heavy Construction 18.10 40,000


What would be issue here, a failed Koch takeover and high level political economic recriminations that have huge string puller powers to get things done to get the money back?

Koch Industries, now the largest private company in the United States, owns a diverse group of companies engaged in refining and chemicals; fibers and polymers; commodity and financial trading; and forest and consumer products. The company has a presence in nearly sixty countries. In December 2005, Koch Industries finalized its $21 billion acquisition of forest products company Georgia-Pacific Corp.

And Hoovers.com writes:

Now that is has completed the purchase of forest products giant Georgia-Pacific (for a reported $21 billion), Koch Industries has become a real paper tiger. Koch (pronounced "coke") is one of the largest private companies in the US. Koch Industries' operations include refining and chemicals, process equipment, and technologies; fibers and polymers; commodity and financial trading; and forest and consumer products. Its Flint Hills Resources subsidiary owns three refineries process 800,000 barrels of crude oil daily. Koch operates crude gathering systems and pipelines across North America as well as cattle ranches in Kansas, Montana, and Texas. Brothers Charles and David Koch control the company.

Those two are the two people that the Marshall kids wanted to remove, which made their old man (who was partner with them) mad enough to disinherit them.

Casting wide here:

though I begin to see that "The Anna Nicole Witch Project", coming so quickly on the heels of the disinheritance of the Marshall kids, and then ANS, Inc. attempt to recapture some of that wealth away from E. Prentice Marshall to "ANS, Inc."--really under her executor Stern, may have deeper purposes.

You know, perhaps that strange background guy in Anna's life with the beady MKULTRA-controller looking eyes sort of like David Hasselhoff's dead stare eyes actually (and "entertainer" David H. is reputedly an MKULTRA controller by the way according to Cathy O'Brien).

The 'aura' feel off looking at both Stern and Hasselhoff feel pretty much the same, like I'm looking at cover personalities and very evil people--particularly strange are how 'hyped' these cover personalities are in TV land to potentially mask popular capacities of thought that (say it's not true!) the TV world may be nothing except a lie.

That their completely different real lives may give anyone the heebe jeebies, like both do to me.

The Hasselhoff controller theory (from Cathy O'Brien's 'testimony' if you can call it that), and "Stern controller theory of ANS" comparable parts played are sort of uncanny if you know the Stern-ANS relationship--at least for public consumption.

The hypothesis that Stern may be some sort of an MKULTRA controller of "the Marilyn, II" is almost uncanny--and even frightening to ponder.

Perhaps some dirt could be dug up relating the Marshall kids to Stern. If there is a link, damn, that's what is really happening then ANS was a plant to get back the money. It's taken over 10 years to do it, though it seems that it just might work out for them, given systemic corruption of the courts to look the other way.

(Noguchi's career you know, really took off after he laid down all that false official story about Marilyn's suicide. "Autopsy proof" was supposed by him for Marilyn Monroe, and Noguchi (who somehow found the proof despite losing critical organs for the autopsy) got sponsored to be on T.V. as well to make him a lovable trustworthy guy...)

If Stern would kill a 20 year old son of ANS--in her hospital room--to control a billion dollars, he would do a lot worse.

Interesting thread:
http://www.tmz.com/2007/02/09/report-howard-k-stern-executor-of-annas-will/

Birth Certificate for the late ANS's tiny daughter:
http://www.tmz.com/2006/10/16/birth-certificate-for-anna-nicoles-baby/

The certificate confirms that Anna Nicole may have left the U.S. permanently for bluer waters, listing the Bahamas as her permanent residence [and out of U.S. jurisdiction.]

More significantly, the document lists her lawyer [and exeuctor, literal financial controller], Howard K. Stern as the father. Stern, who appeared on "Larry King Live" [in very Noguchi-esque style of appearance] and proclaimed that he was the father, is in a war of words with Larry Birkhead, Anna Nicole's former boyfriend who claims he's the daddy. Birkhead has filed legal papers in Los Angeles, asking a judge to order a paternity test.

Interestingly, Anna Nicole chose to give the baby Stern's last name and the name Marshall as her middle name after Anna's late husband, billionaire J. Howard Marshall.


What? ANS's name just disappeared from the equation in this birth certificate, eh?

What is the official word on how the 20 year old son died, and who gave that official story?

Here's how executor/'commitment ceremony' rusher Stern was described at that link above by someone who saw him on TV talking about Daniel's death--which remember has occurred only three days after tiny daughter he claims as his own was born (though hotly rejects DNA tests to prove it). Then three days later, supposedly death of a 20 year old son occurred right in the mom's recovery room in the hospital in the Bahamas?!

Soon after the (not legal) committment ceremony (no priest or any legal documents done), we see Stern sponsored onto national U.S. TV media?? In a one sided psyop approach of that Spinmeister to the Stars, what is at stake "selling to the public"? That Stern is a good guy, instead of potentially a mass murderer psychotic? Someone who watched this strange "sales call by Stern" on Entertainment Tonight commented:

You know, I just thought of something too. On an interview with ET/The Insider, HKS was asked about the Enquirer story that suggested that he may have killed Daniel. His response was (paraphrasing): "No, I love Daniel. He was like a brother ... if I had something to do with his death, do you think she'd (ANS) try to protect me?" As broken-hearted that ANS was over the death of Daniel, never did I see HKS show any emotion during those interviews. He sat there stone-faced.

So, what's the deal?


That sounded like a staged question/answer session to me, if reported accurately above.

Another Spinmeister to the Stars was remember when Larry King spun away the fact that NOT COMATOSE Terri Schiavo's husband was attempting to kill her in the Florida hospital. Hospital staff went on record stating that her husband was walking around angrily saying "when will that bitch die?"

However, Larry King fed him all the proper phrased call and response to make the husband look like a dutiful husband when he was actually scheming to kill his wife--who was not in a coma in Florida. Moreover, on her hospital forms it says that Terri Schiavo's real damage occurred after she went into the hospital when she received multiple blunt hits upon the head--presumably from her Larry King aired 'loving husband'.

And isn't this a funny quote in retrospect from future revealed high level money laundering criminal connnected to Abramoff?

"One thing that God has brought to us is Terri Schiavo to elevate the visibility of what's going on in America."
---Tom DeLay, Congressman from Texas, House Republican Majority Leader, speaking to his co-thinkers of "Family Research Council"


Yep, probably there's more truth in that than Tom didn't want to really get into--in how TV steers a fake story about major events.

The parallels with the Schiavo case and the Anna Nicole Smith case are striking. Both seem on the quite apparent surface a similar case of attempting to steal money from the 'beloved'--that somehow have bizarre national media spins on a completely false story, intentionally so. That's the frightening bit: who goes out of their way to make national TV air stories like this and for what purpose?

The same stealing from Schiavo by her husband/murderer occurred, with him somehow getting Larry King Spin Live for help with the operation softening up on TV. Read it and weep. What was funny is how it was sold as "leftie humanitarian vs. crazy religious zealots." Actually, it was a strange murder failure in the hospital (presumably by Schiavo's husband) that people on the federal level made sure to go out of their way to provide it fake media coverage, since no one wanted to have spun THIS way which was closer to the truth:


Title: MURDER CASE CAN BE FILED against Micheal Schiavo, in killing his wife? the evidence


2005.03.27 12:45
Description: handicapped people have rights. Only murders want to take them away from people who are not in a coma, are healthy, and not terminally ill and against the will of Terri who can communicate and is sentient.

"Dr. States Terri Struck On Head AFTER Her Initial Trauma" Doctor states that Terri was hit on the head between day 2 and 6 after collapse FEB/March 1990; Suffered intracranial hemorrhage while in hospital."

Dr. William Hammesfahr, Nobel prize nominee and neurologist testified that Terri's neck injuries are consistent with only one type of injury: that of strangulation.

[Her Husband] Michael is committing adultery by living with another woman who has already born one child with another on the way, thereby creating an obvious conflict of interest as guardian. Michael has committed both perjury (2 counts) and insurance fraud by promising to provide care and therapy for his wife in exchange for the court award of 1.2 million dollars in 1993. No care has ever been provided to Terri. [If she dies, and she did, though of forced starvation and dehydration, he and his live in wife get the millions that were withheld from Terri's health care. Which they presumably did.

http://portland.indymedia.org/en/2005/03/314323.shtml

Which do you want to believe now is easier to stomach? Keep believing 'Poor Terri stories' (that you know are lies now), or Poor America ones, under the guiding wings of the Mockingbird Media of the intelligence services that saw fit to intervene for some unknown purpose in these stories (that you wish didn't make so much sense, and wished was a lie, though it's probably not.)

2/09/2007 11:01:00 PM  
Anonymous longdead said...

monroe's psychiatrist was dr greenson, sounds like a permutation of the dr greene mentioned in another post a few weeks ago

2/09/2007 11:25:00 PM  
Anonymous Filling in for Colombo said...

1.

Alas, Unsourceable though interesting:

My friend went to school with Stern, and says even back then he was a total psycho creep outcast filled with contempt, who made everyone's skin crawl -- you know, a sociopath who wouldn't blink an eye before doing something to someone. So imagine his shock when he saw Stern show up as ANS's lawyer on her reality show! Then, after hearing about her son's death and now hers, he is absolutely convinced that Stern had something to do with both. We do know that he was with them both when they died, and [perhaps more verifiable] he was the one who gave the methadone to Daniel. Now they find all those prescription pills -- including methadone! -- in Stern's name in ANS's hotel room. It's a no brainer!!

2.

HKS has been her friend and by her side for over 8 yrs.....I think he truly loved her, but was on the 'creepy' side...he saw her go through so many different men, abuse drugs, was used by every single person in her life.....


"GOODBYE NORMA JEAN..." indeed?

You know what else is really eerie? Synchronized?

Elton John sang that song, Candle in the Wind, at Diana's funeral after her certain murder as well...with different lyrics. And certainly Marilyn was murdered as well.

Maybe we'll have an Anna Nicole version of that song:

"you were a burn out loooonng before, your money eeeever did...
and I probably would have run away from you!--though I'm hardly a kid--
there was just something creepy about you Anna, and something never fit..."


elton john - candle in the wind
03:58
elton john at princess dianas funeral rewriting Marilyn Monroe theme Lyrics for Princess Diana

2/09/2007 11:49:00 PM  
Anonymous rocco said...

I think there is something to the Anna Nicole death and her connections to that Yale money. Let's not forget that ANS's next-of-kin was her son, who also mysteriously died in a hospital room a few months ago.

And speaking of presidential models... check out the Kentroversy Papers on blogspot.

2/09/2007 11:50:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Marshall went to Yale Law School; his undergrad years were spent at Haverford College, a small Quaker liberal arts school near Philadelphia.

Some other famous alumni:
Dave Barry
Chevy Chase (didn't graduate)
Nicholson Baker
Vincent Desiderio (painter)
Norman Pearlstine
Juan Williams
Charles Matthias (former Maryland Senator)
Howard Lutnick (CEO of Cantor Fitzgerald, which lost hundreds of people in the WTC on 9/11)
Christopher Morley
Maxfield Parrish
Philip Noel-Baker (former English Labor party leader)
Rufus Jones (founder of AFSC)



So probably no Skull & Bones for this guy.

[BTW, my magic word this time, for to invoke Satan - or maybe just conjure up a pile of Alka Seltzer after my large and not completely satisfactory dinner - is "XMWZOZ!" And thank you anonymous person from a while back for teaching me how to spell Mxyzptlk, but I think I'll stick to Xyxxyx from now on, since it's much easier to remember.]

[[I made some kind of error, so I had to re-enter this with the new Majik Word "IBZYJW", which obviously has some Jewish in it at the end]].

2/09/2007 11:56:00 PM  
Anonymous Filling in for Colombo said...

"Stern is immediately on Larry King Live claiming paternity officially in the mediasphere "

Correction. I believe it was Entertainment Tonight for Stern's appearance--mere weeks after their non-legal 'committment ceremony' on that boat out in the ocean. I think Stern appears on national TV Sept. 2006 hawking his story to entrain the masses.

'Schiavo official story' of a lie was pumped and entrained by Larry King.

That's enough shoe leather for tonight.

My personal fav that someone reported agog once as code for posting was: "povjewz"

LOL

2/10/2007 12:00:00 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I can't help but notice this....

Koch (pronounced "coke") is one of the largest private companies in the US. Koch Industries' operations include refining and chemicals, process equipment, and technologies; fibers and polymers;

DOes this mean that Koch is responsible for Morgellons? Id be willing to bet on it since there has now been proof that the fibers in Morgellons are the same silica-encased virus found in contrail samples. Also, there finally adressing "persistent contrails" on the Discovery Channel on Feb. 22nd. That show should be a prime example of disinfo.

2/10/2007 12:27:00 AM  
Anonymous the ARISTOCRATS said...

THE paternity row over tragic Anna Nicole Smith’s daughter took a bizarre twist last night — as the husband of actress Zsa Zsa Gabor claimed HE is the tot’s dad.

Prince Frederick von Anhalt, 64, maintained he had a decade-long affair with busty blonde Anna,
who died in Florida on Thursday.

He spoke as the vicious battle broke out over who takes custody of five-month-old Dannielynn.

She could inherit £240million if a court confirms ex-Playboy pin-up Anna was entitled to a slice of her late oil baron husband J Howard Marshall’s £1billion estate.

A 2001 hearing ruled in her favour, but the dispute is still raging.

Immediately after 39-year-old Anna’s death, lawyers acting for her ex-boyfriend Larry Birkhead — who says HE is the father — filed a motion in Los Angeles. He demanded samples of DNA be taken from Anna to resolve paternity.

A judge yesterday refused to order such a test — but ruled that the body must be preserved until a further hearing in ten days.

'Father' ... Larry Birkhead claims paternity

Anna had always insisted her current boyfriend, lawyer Howard K Stern — whom she “wed” in an unofficial commitment ceremony last year — was Dannielynn’s dad.

But von Anhalt, 64, vowed to file his own lawsuit if the baby is turned over to Stern or Birkhead.

He said: “If you go back from September, she wasn’t with one of those guys, she was with me.”

Anhalt also sensationally claimed he nearly became 46DD ANNA’S dad after offering to adopt her because she wanted to be a “princess”. The adoption only failed, he said, when his 90-year-old Hungarian wife Zsa Zsa refused to sign divorce papers.

Social workers were yesterday on their way to pick up Dannielynn, who had been left with a nanny in the Bahamas, where Anna’s family made their home.

2/10/2007 12:49:00 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Wait - that should have been "xyzzyx".

2/10/2007 01:15:00 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

As a project, someone should just keep flipping through the entry process and report each and every Magick Word that appears...

The Magicque Word that appeared this time was "iodmuqwn", which is a Latin-Welsh-Arabic hybrid. We're getting closer to the Mystere (not a typo, it's a newly-minted term) all the time!

2/10/2007 01:21:00 AM  
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2/10/2007 01:23:00 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

One odd thing that doesn't fit with this topic, but if I post it in a previous topic that's more relevant, who's going to see it?

I recently dug into A Zoologist Looks at Humanity, by the late reknowned scientist Adolph Portmann, who followed in Goethe's footsteps in his understanding of holistic life science.

In that book were a lot of pictures of developing animals. About a third of the way through the book was a drawing of a maturing embryonic monkey (or similar primate - I don't remember exactly). It looked remarkably like many representations of "space aliens".

What does this mean? Are people who say they depict aliens actually cribbing from biology books? Is it some kind of mythological thing, an archeypical universal quasi-human form?

2/10/2007 01:38:00 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

with the confessions of zsa zsa gabor's husband today, that makes two love triangles on the front pages this week. at first i thought, "more bread and circus than usual." then i started thinking masonic numerology and symbology and started to worry. maybe another triangle this weekend? foreshadows of more pearl harbors/911's?
triangles...triangles...pyramids. trilateral comissions...
is that all you have to say? deep history with monroe? what about what's unfolding right now?

2/10/2007 02:03:00 AM  
Anonymous Dr. Bombay said...

There's a simple lesson here.
Anna, like Marilyn, failed to
learn it. Take care of your own
shit. What you can not find in
yourself will never be found
in others, and fame will not sooth your troubled mind.

2/10/2007 02:13:00 AM  
Anonymous higher ram a biph said...

Joan Crawford seduced and fucked Marilyn, as Marilyn confessed to her shrink. But by the time it was too late, it was over.
She knew it was the atomic bombs that gave birth to the entites that arrived in spinning silvery disks... born of uranium and plutonium.
Marilyn knew that the more nuclear weapons and reactors there were, the more they would come... radioactivity is their mother.
Marilyn was raised by the strong grip of the lions paw

2/10/2007 02:14:00 AM  
Blogger Sounder said...

Richard, You missed the Watada mistrial on that same day. Bad news for govt. Story ? What story?

Thank-you dr. bombay

2/10/2007 04:59:00 AM  
Blogger IanEye said...

Jeff, I like the T-Bone lyric, but I think Bob's "Idiot Wind" fits a little better......

Someone's got it in for me, they're planting stories in the press
Whoever it is I wish they'd cut it out but when they will I can only guess.
They say I shot a man named Gray and took his wife to Italy,
She inherited a million bucks and when she died it came to me.
I can't help it if I'm lucky.


People see me all the time and they just can't remember how to act
Their minds are filled with big ideas, images and distorted facts.
Even you, yesterday you had to ask me where it was at,
I couldn't believe after all these years, you didn't know me better than that
Sweet lady.

Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your mouth,
Blowing down the backroads headin' south.
Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth,
You're an idiot, babe.
It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe.

I ran into the fortune-teller, who said beware of lightning that might strike
I haven't known peace and quiet for so long I can't remember what it's like.
There's a lone soldier on the cross, smoke pourin' out of a boxcar door,
You didn't know it, you didn't think it could be done, in the final end he won the wars
After losin' every battle.

I woke up on the roadside, daydreamin' 'bout the way things sometimes are
Visions of your chestnut mare shoot through my head and are makin' me see stars.
You hurt the ones that I love best and cover up the truth with lies.
One day you'll be in the ditch, flies buzzin' around your eyes,
Blood on your saddle.

Idiot wind, blowing through the flowers on your tomb,
Blowing through the curtains in your room.
Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth,
You're an idiot, babe.
It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe.

It was gravity which pulled us down and destiny which broke us apart
You tamed the lion in my cage but it just wasn't enough to change my heart.
Now everything's a little upside down, as a matter of fact the wheels have stopped,
What's good is bad, what's bad is good, you'll find out when you reach the top
You're on the bottom.

I noticed at the ceremony, your corrupt ways had finally made you blind
I can't remember your face anymore, your mouth has changed, your eyes
don't look into mine.
The priest wore black on the seventh day and sat stone-faced while the building
burned.
I waited for you on the running boards, near the cypress trees, while the springtime
turned Slowly into autumn.

Idiot wind, blowing like a circle around my skull,
From the Grand Coulee Dam to the Capitol.
Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth,
You're an idiot, babe.
It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe.

I can't feel you anymore, I can't even touch the books you've read
Every time I crawl past your door, I been wishin' I was somebody else instead.
Down the highway, down the tracks, down the road to ecstasy,
I followed you beneath the stars, hounded by your memory
And all your ragin' glory.

I been double-crossed now for the very last time and now I'm finally free,
I kissed goodbye the howling beast on the borderline which separated you from me.
You'll never know the hurt I suffered nor the pain I rise above,
And I'll never know the same about you, your holiness or your kind of love,
And it makes me feel so sorry.

Idiot wind, blowing through the buttons of our coats,
Blowing through the letters that we wrote.
Idiot wind, blowing through the dust upon our shelves,
We're idiots, babe.
It's a wonder we can even feed ourselves.

2/10/2007 09:45:00 AM  
Anonymous Who's Your Daddy? said...

Another Daddy for Anna Nicole Smith's Baby: A Dead Billionaire

As if things weren't confusing enough -- now there's a fourth possible baby daddy for Anna Nicole's daughter, Dannielynn: J. Howard Marshall, who's been dead more than 10 years.

The bombshell was dropped by Anna's half-sister, Donna Hogan, in a manuscript –- aptly titled Train Wreck -- she wrote, reports the New York Daily News.

She alleges that her deceased sis froze the sperm of her 90-year-old hubby before he died, and used it to become pregnant as a trump card in winning the ongoing legal battle for the billionaire's estate.

2/10/2007 11:34:00 AM  
Anonymous Filling in for Colombo said...

1.

This "prince" only seems part of a 'royal pyramid scheme' of sorts, since he was adopted to get the title by an impoverished Anhalt in Europe, and then he offers another daisy chaining adoption to ANS (unverified of course, that his claim):

Prince Frederick von Anhalt, 64, maintained he had a decade-long affair with busty blonde Anna, who died in Florida on Thursday.

...

Anhalt also sensationally claimed he nearly became 46DD ANNA’S dad after offering to adopt her because she wanted to be a “princess”. The adoption only failed, he said, when his 90-year-old Hungarian wife Zsa Zsa refused to sign divorce papers.


Something is garbled in translation here? Since when is divorce required to adopt someone? The shocking thing is that he would cliam to have offered adoption to someone he was having an affair with: that is still incest, if it is only a legal adoptee? (The other shocking novel thing to me, is that Zsa Zsa is still alive...just in honor of her, watch this. Particularly still alive after eating all this fast food.)

2.

The other issue: the DNA sample.

Actually it was already court ordered to have it taken from Anna by Feb. 21. So that should still be legally valid, despite her death?

"Immediately after 39-year-old Anna’s death, lawyers acting for her ex-boyfriend Larry Birkhead — who says HE is the father — filed a motion in Los Angeles. He demanded samples of DNA be taken from Anna to resolve paternity.

Actually, I read that it was IMMEDIATELY BEFORE her death this order came down, instead of after? Why are they spinning a lie (I'll answer my own question.)?

A judge yesterday refused to order such a test [from her dead body, though it HAD ALREADY BEEN ORDERED FROM HER LIVE BODY]— but ruled that the body must be preserved until a further hearing in ten days."

Does death stop a previous court order for DNA? I wouldn't think so. Or is the judge somehow arranged corruptly to be on Stern's side? Are we witnessing something going down the memory hole?

From a CNN story I cannot find anymore...it read:

"On Wednesday, a Los Angeles judge had ordered Smith and Dannielynn to submit to a DNA test by Feb. 21."

Then Anna Nicole dies after that DNA test order.

2/10/2007 12:11:00 PM  
Anonymous Filling in for Colombo said...

More annoying things about this--you can intentionally kill unconscious people by putting them in a tub of iced water--can cause a heart attack. (Actually a trick of the Mossad, according to Ostrovsky though I don't think they own the patent.) "Live in nurse" said she did just that on ABC staged sort of call/response 'interview'.

If ANS was "iced" (no pun intended), and if it is true that the 'live in nurse' (what the hell is that for?) was instructed not to call 911 or do anything medical unless it was THROUGH Stern, then Stern is, "Schiavo-like", performing custodial/gatekeeping of medical care--or lack thereof of course.

And this just in from AP, reported by 'Chauncy Gardener':

It has just been reported by the AP Newswire that Howard K. Stern has retained lawyer Roger Diamond in Santa Monica. Mr. Diamond claims that Howard K Stern and Danielynn Smith have inherited equal shares of Ms. Smith's estate and that Howard K. Stern was to be the beneficiary. Under the circumstances, however, Mr. Diamond said he will be the executor of the will. [ha ha--Stern has to transfer it to him first! talk about conflicts of interest, letting your lawyer represent your case as well as be executor of Anna's will--from one conflict of interest to another!] Ms. Smith's mother was left nothing.

2.

Sweetjebus writes:

...didn't ANS's late husband's son ALSO die strangely while in legal battle over the Marshall estate... so the death succession would go ...

"On June 20, 2006, E. Pierce Marshall died at age 67 after an infection. His widow, Elaine T. Marshall, now represents his estate.
The case has been remanded to the 9th Circuit to adjudicate the remaining appellate issues not previously resolved."

"In 2005, Forbes magazine estimated his fortune at $1.7 billion, a valuation he rejected. Marshall was one of three voting shareholders of Koch Industries when he died of a brief but aggressive infection on June 20, 2006, aged 67.

He is survived by his widow, Elaine Tettemer Marshall who represents his estate in the case of Marshall v. Marshall. It is unclear whether the case will continue in light of the sudden and unexpected death of Anna Nicole Smith in February 2007"

...

"BTW, take note of the part of the above article that says - "The case has been remanded to the 9th Circuit to adjudicate the remaining appellate issues not previously resolved" " Elaine Tettemer Marshall who represents his estate in the case of Marshall v. Marshall. It is unclear whether the case will continue in light of the sudden and unexpected death of Anna Nicole Smith in February 2007" At present ANS estate is bankrupt other than the $$ she received from photos of her son to pay for his funeral expenses... and whatever, if any she was getting for royalties from the E show and Trimspa gigs.. she owed over a million in court costs no? Seems to me without Anna being alive to pursue the case The Marshall widow would receive the Marshall estate..not HKS or the baby.


Seems Stern has other ideas...

That the "autoposy" happens in a Jeb Bush state of Florida should be a joke. For the record, they are currently saying on CNN that she had no drugs in her system (as the alibi), hypocritically despite supposedly being so sick as to have a live in nurse, walking into the hotel woozy and led by Stern to begin with, and tons of prescription drugs and flu medications lying around the hotel in Stern's name on the bottles.

It is said that it was Stern who provided medicines that Anna's soon dead 20 year old son was taking as well.

2/10/2007 12:45:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

'tis said:

monroe's psychiatrist was dr greenson, sounds like a permutation of the dr greene mentioned in another post a few weeks ago

Yep. And according to Arizona Wilder, Dr. Greene of course was escaped Dr. Mengele, from Nazi Germany's 'experiment-to-death camps'.

If Marylin was a Mengele baby, that's pretty telling.

Marylin certainly seems set up as MKULTRA mind controlled, supposedly first "Presidential Model". Jeff's original post is damning enough, though here's some more about it:

Mirrors, Marilyn, and MKULTRA section of this says:

In Monarch Programming the use of mirrors is a basic, important tool to make split multiple personalities.

The mental mirrors, which are programmed into the victim, create thousands of alters (artificial personalities), which then can be programmed in whatever way the Illuminati programmer wants.

Here are some more excerpts from the same book with regards to mirrors:

"The child must learn to match identical items very early--even before they can speak. This is so they will be able to build mirror images into their mind. All the senses are trained for building the mirror images; for instance such as silks and cottons can be used for the sense of touch" Chapter 1 page 12.

"The elements that make up who a person is--i.e. personality elements such as memories, are fractured. These fragments have in turn often been built up into full-blown personalities with all the elements of full-blown personalities. There is no "real" person, just as if you smash a mirror into a thousand pieces, there is no single piece that is the "real" original mirror but rather simply fragments that can in turn operate as mirrors. However, there is still a primal self. Early splits are led to believe they are the core" Chapter 1 page 28.

"Children are set in front of circus mirrors that make them taller or smaller for programming. They are set in front of mirrors which duplicate their image." Chapter 4 page 64. "

pg. 90 Book 3 Ozma of Oz, "Princess Langwidere's sitting-room was paneled with great mirrors, which reached from the ceiling to the floor; also the ceiling was composed of mirrors, and the floor was of polished silver that reflected every object upon it. So when Langwidere sat in her easy chair and played soft melodies upon her mandolin, her form was mirrored hundreds of times, in walls, and ceilings and floor, and whichever way..."

This is the mirror programming that has been done to so many victims!

Chapter 5 page 112. "Mirrors, and lots of them, are important in occult programming because they make images. They create so many internal images one doesn't know which way to go " [Chapter 10].

[What about Brian Eno and Robert Fripp in the mirrored room on the 1975 album cover No Pussyfootin'?]

The following words in italic [dropped out here] are direct quotes from Lena Pepitone's book which is entitled _Marilyn Monroe Confidential An Intimate Personal Account_ (NY: Simon & Schuster, 1979. · p.16-)

"Floor-to-ceiling mirrors were everywhere [in Marilyn's house]. Even the dining alcove at the rear of the living room had a table with a mirrored top. All these mirrors didn't cheer things up."

In programming Monarch slaves, mirrors are used a great deal. Within the Monarch slave's mind, countless mirror images are made. The slave sees thousands of mirrors everywhere in their mind. Because Marilyn was so stripped of any personal identity, she decorated her house as her mind looked on the inside--full of mirrors. Although other Monarchs may have some desires to decorate with mirrors, Marilyn is the most extreme case I know of filling one's house full of mirrors" [Chapter 12].

[Marilyn was supposedly the first "Presidential Model" MKULTRA sex slave, used by both John F. Kennedy as well as Robert F. Kennedy, for 'high level sex without the blackmail.' (or, indeed, with photographic memories of it for blackmail--is closer to the truth).]

In reference to this, it's interesting to read the lyrics of Jimi Hendrix, especially from the song called "Room full of mirrors". The lyrics go:

"I USED TO LIVE IN A ROOM FULL OF MIRRORS
ALL I COULD SEE WAS ME
WELL I TOOK MY SPIRIT AND I CRASHED MY MIRRORS
NOW THE WHOLE WORLD IS HERE FOR ME TO SEE
I'VE GOT A WHOLE WORLD THAT'S HERE FOR ME TO SEE
NOW I'M SEARCHING FOR MY LOVE TO BE

BROKEN GLASS WAS FALLING IN MY BRAIN
CUTTIN' AND SCREAMIN' AND CRYING IN MY HEAD
BROKEN GLASS WAS FALLING IN MY BRAIN
IT USED TO FALL ON MY DREAMS AND CUT ME IN MY BED
IT USED TO FALL ON MY DREAMS AND CUT ME IN MY BED
I SAID MAKING LOVE WAS STRANGE IN MY BED"

Another artist singing about project Monarch is Joan Baez, the famous folksinger. In one of her songs, she clearly expresses how a person (herself or someone else?), who has gone through this unbelievable Satanic trauma, feels:

"YOU DON'T HAVE TO PLAY ME BACKWARDS,
TO GET THE MEANING OF MY VERSE,
YOU DON'T HAVE TO DIE AND GO TO HELL
TO FEEL THE DEVIL'S CURSE

WELL I THOUGHT MY LIFE WAS A PHOTOGRAPH,
ON THE FAMILY CHRISTMAS CARD.
KIDS ALL DRESSED IN BUTTONS AND BOWS
AND LINED UP IN THE YARD.
WERE THE GOLDEN DAYS OF CHILDHOOD
SO LYRICAL AND WARM?
OR DID THE PICTURE START TO FADE ON THE DAY
THAT I WAS BORN?

LET THE NIGHT BEGIN, THERE'S A POP OF SKIN
AND THE SUDDEN RUSH OF SCARLET,
THERE'S A LITTLE BOY RIDING ON A GOAT'S HEAD,
AND A LITTLE GIRL PLAYING THE HARLOT.
THERE'S A SACRIFICE IN AN EMPTY CHURCH,
OH, SWEET LI'L BABY ROSE,
AND A MAN IN A MASK FROM MEXICO,
IS PEELING OFF MY CLOTHES.
I'VE SEEN THEM LIGHT THE CANDLES,
I'VE HEARD THEM BEAT THE DRUM,
AND I'VE CRIED MAMA, MAMA, I'M COLD AS ICE
AND I'VE GOT NO PLACE TO RUN

SO PAYING FOR PROTECTION
SMOKING OUT THE TRUTH,
CHASING RECOLLECTIONS,
NAILING DOWN THE PROOF.

I'LL STAND BEFORE YOUR ALTAR,
AND TELL EVERYTHING I KNOW,
I'VE COME TO CLAIM MY CHILDHOOD,
AT THE CHAPEL OF BABY ROSE"



For naysayers, just pick up the book The CIA's Control of Candy Jones, published over 25 years ago, and you'll see its very real what the intelligence services do to sculpt the perfect femme fatale.

2/10/2007 01:05:00 PM  
Anonymous Shrubageddon said...

Richard,

As always, you make a great point...and you manage to make me laugh with your satirically cynical delivery. However, I was disappointed about one thing. I thought for sure you would have ended your post with the following:

la ilaha illa llah.

Had you done so, I would have burst my bladder....not to worry, though, because I always wear a diaper when I read this blog and in that sense I could relate to the determined female astronaut.

Isn't that la ilaha shit above a line from the Banana Splits theme song?

Two Banana, four banana, one banana, three
Swinging like a bunch of monkeys hanging from a tree
Hey there everybody won't you come along and see
How much like Banana Splits everyone can be

Making up a mess of fun, Making up a mess of fun
Lots of fun for everyone

Tra la la, la la la la, tra la la, la la la la
Tra la la, la la la la, tra la la, la la la la
Tra la la, la la la la, tra la la, la la la la


By the way, I was reluctant to admit it until now, but I'm the father of ANS's little girl. I'm going to be rich. Once I receive my inheritance I will sponsor the first annual RI Conference in Whistler, Canada and pay for everybody's airfare and hotel accomodations. Portable gassing units will be provided, also, free of charge. It should be a blast. Could you imagine meeting some of these folks? We'll finally have the chance. We'll finally be able to experience Mojo's love up front and in person and the Satanists can cut us and f.. us and kill us. It will be glorious.

2/10/2007 01:50:00 PM  
Anonymous thoreau said...

The Schiavo case was the way in which they now have the right to let people die, or to kill them through medical neglect as the Republicans took the case away from the states through last minute federal legislation thus making it a precedent in federal court allowing and or mandating all the states to follow this new exception to thou shalt not murder, instead of keeping it localized in Florida, it puts everyone at risk in every state.

2/10/2007 02:00:00 PM  
Blogger iridescent cuttlefish said...

Alright, faithful Rigorheads, I know this is wildly off-topic, but something deeply weird just happened and where I could tell this tale if not here?

Where to start? Yesterday I wrote a longish comment that was sort of out of character for me. As many of you know, I've been filling my head with a lot of weird science, stuff that's just kind of out there. You know, speculations on the nature of consciousness & reality, especially the possibility of consciousness creating reality, etc, etc. In all the research of done in this area, the only thing that makes sense is that if consciousness can manifest itself in the material world, it's not a consciously directed exercise, but rather the result of everyone's consciousness, the One Mind that some writers claim we are all part of.

I like that interpretation. It feels right, intuitively correct, which is why I can't stand those New Age films like What The Bleep and The Secret--they take a fascinating and possibly even true premise and discredit it by turning it into a shallow, narcissistic, materialistic sort of wish fulfillment. Yuppie scum wishing for a new Beamer/attracting wealth to themselves sort of thing, without any thought of consequences or of their fellow creatures, just like the old elites have always done. Disgusting, from my point of view.

Nor have I ever had much truck with any sort of magic, aside from the speculative fiction I tend to consume in prodigious quantity. But even there, it's always a sort of thinking man's speculative fiction by writers like John C. Wright, Rudy Rucker, Phyllis Gotlieb, Kage Baker, and Michael Moorcock (he was also a part of Hawkwind, one of my earliest and longest-lived musical interests). I've always taken Clarke's Law to heart--any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic--although not in any strictly materialist sense. It always seemed that since we know so little of how the universe really works, it would be presumptuous for anyone to declare what's possible and what's not. Lastly, my aversion to things magical also comes in part from my Catholic upbringing, combined with Tolkien's admonition not to open any gates you don't know how to close.

People have a tendency to be unable to remove themselves enough from a topic to which they feel drawn, to the point where they can't make meaningful distinctions anymore, the old forest from the trees thing. I guess what I'm trying to say here is that I'm not some sort of gullible teenager growing cross-eyed with trying to make experiments in magic work. I would never even attempt such a thing.

In the post I was writing yesterday, I looked at some things I hadn't considered in a long time--the resonances I found long ago within Celtic music & mythology--because my recent reading in the fringes of science seemed to bring some of that back. The meme that started the whole rumination by burrowing into my head was a bit of an old song by Horslips, an Irish band I used to listen to a lot 30 years ago. The song was inspired by a Gaelic saying about things that don't sit still in the plain light of day--they grow sideways to the sun:

We're the mystery of the lake where the water's still.
We're the laughter in the twilight,
You can hear beyond the hill.
We stay around to watch you laugh,
Destroy yourselves for fun.
But, you won't see us, we've grown sideways to the sun.
Sideways to the sun.
Sideways to the sun.

This next bit is what I went to say in this vein, partially in response to something Shrub had said about a return to better days being impossible because there were no such things, but mostly on account of all this other stuff I've been reading (sorry about how long this is taking; I'm just trying to recreate what happened today, which I promise I'll get to in a minute):

All we're given are glimpses of what has been and might yet be. Much of it is silly, or frustrating if you take it too seriously, look at it head on. And yet, beneath the endless obfuscation and misleading phantom stories, there's a timelessness to the notion of a return to former glories. Shrub rightly says that the America in King's vision is a fiction, as it never was allowed to become what it promised to a fractious, ravaged world. One could make a compelling case that the whole American Dream was a massive deception, the eternal carrot held out so we wouldn't mind so much the lash of the stick. Even if that were true, however, there is something about that dream that is true and that has occasionally even seen the light of day. (This one's for you, Shrub: 50 American Revolutions You're Not Supposed to Know: Reclaiming American Patriotism - by Mickey Z, author of the highly cynical Saving Private Power: the real story behind the "good war".) But if there's one thing that we know we know, it's that reality is not what it seems or what we've been told it was.

It's not just the mystics who've us given subtle clues, fragments of a true vision. Not is it all "magical thinking," the very effective cold water meme thrown on any fire of the imagination which begins to burn too brightly. Materialism offers no full explanation of the universe because the universe is no mere mechanism. Many of us have either had experiences which have intimated a very different order, something far beyond the holding pens & ledgers of the faceless bureaucrats who keep telling us "that's all there is," or we've read enough of the other long (and largely banned, sabotaged & variously discredited) tradition in science & philosophy--we'll call it Plato's ideal world, for now--to doubt the enforcers of this flat reality.

It's not my intent to give any history of this other school--most of the names are at least passingly familiar to anyone who's acquired a taste for this kind of learning (Pythagoras, Kant, Goethe, Jung, Grohmann, Bohm, Sheldrake, etc, etc). My intent is to illustrate that our worldview, the reality map that guides our thinking and our actions is not simply either a scientific or a religious understanding, as has so often been presented as the only choices.

Having been raised in a very devout tradition and really believing wholeheartedly myself, and then observing the man-made aspects of the "divine" (the Pharisees in action, with all their cruelty, hypocrisy, greed and ambition), I have no interest in organized religion at all. No god's a man, and no man can speak to any god on your behalf. This doesn't mean there is no God, or that you can't see Him, speak to Him or in any of the many ways participate in His creation. It just means that I have no faith in self-appointed holy men. (I wonder if, when the papal edict or bull--telling name, eh?--of 1871 announced the infallibility of the pope, it conferred this status retro-actively on all the lecherous, murderous popes of bygone days?)

This other, non-mechanistic tradition in science and philosophy doesn't necessarily seek to define divinity, although it tends to help describe it anyway. The beauty of Life is knowable, scientifically, empirically even, in a way that differs from the sort of gnosis which I believe is the only way to really know God in that it's more verbal, more concrete. The result, however, is much the same. God is not angry, jealous or vengeful; he does not order the faithful to crush the skulls of babies simply because their parents are infidels, heretics, or born beyond the Pale of His loving embrace. What the students of Goethe have found when they look at nature without the standard-issue lens of social Darwinism is that nature is cooperative, not competitive. God is not confined to a specific holy place; He is everywhere and He is Love.

Our problem is that we're living in a world which denies this Truth, even as its bloated, vampiric clerics mouth the words of the Sermon on the Mount. The great secret truths, that all men are created equal, that everyone has an inalienable right to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness and that this right shall be guaranteed by justice for all is loudly declared and yet quietly perverted, subverted, denied. It's egalitarianism, pure and simple--the opposite of elitism. It's based on common sense, the universal concept of fairness that any three year-old instinctive grasps without being able to articulate it. (There are much more detailed explanations, for those interested, like Drew Hempel's Epicenters of Justice papers, which formulates a very unified, Pythagorean system he calls "Sound-Current Nondualism." One representation of this system comes from physicist Nick Herbert:

Religions assure us that we are all brothers and sisters, children of the same deity; biologists say that we are entwined with all life-forms on this planet; our fortunes rise or fall with theirs. Now, physicists have discovered that the very atoms of our bodies are woven out of a common superluminal fabric. Not merely in physics are humans out of touch with reality; we ignore these connections at our peril.

Now, this is as far as I got with this line of thought before I was unexpectedly called away--the inevitable man from Porlock--and when I finally got back to it again late last night, it was no longer clear where I was going with it. All I had left was a vague premonition about something to with magic and another half-forgotten snatch of Irish lyricism:

Precious stones and stolen thrones vanish in a day
And your golden rings, your silver rings will crumble and decay.
Silks and satins and crimson velvet will someday fade away
But the stones will stand across the land and love will have its day.


So then, my weird experience happened late this morning. I was sitting with my kindergartener, reading, doing some painting, etc. She went into her room to get something, and while she was gone I slipped into this sort of reverie, remembering what I had forgotten last night...and suddenly I saw something dark flash out of the corner of my eye and...how does one say such things? A bird sort of materialized out of the floor 6 feet away from me. A young hawk, as near as I could tell.

My daughter came running back into the room when she heard the noise of the bird flying around the house, bumping into walls, etc. Now, I've always been very good in emergencies--time seems to slow down, I'm always very calm (while other people around me tend to freak out)--and so I wasn't paralyzed by the weirdness of what had just happened at all. My first thought was that I had to get that bird out of the house before it hurt itself. My daughter, who is not especially good at emergencies, was also very quiet, unnaturally so for her. She just sat down on the couch while I went to catch the bird.

It had flown into the kitchen and was violently throwing itself against the windows, but when I approached, it stopped moving altogether and just watched me. I reached out my hand and it didn't move an inch but let me pick it up. My daughter came walking over to me, looking at me very strangely and then at the bird, which wouldn't take its eyes off me. It opened its mouth repeatedly, but no sound came out. It never flinched or struggled once while I held it.

When we got outside, I sort of knew that the bird was unhurt and would be able to fly, so I just, well, launched it into the air in a soft underhand pitch, and it flew away in a perfectly straight line, never once looking back or circling around. My daughter still hadn't said anything, which is very, very strange for this child, until we got back in the house and she put her hands on her hips, just like her mom, and said, "What just happened here?"

I told her I didn't know and then spent the next half hour walking around our small house, looking for any place that a bird could have gotten in. The hatches were all battened. It's been very cold around here for a while, so no windows have been opened at all. I doubt very much that a bird this size could have somehow flown in an open door without being seen, aside from which the door hadn't been opened in at least six hours...and the fact that it seemed to come up out of the carpeted, very solid floor.

Most odd of all this is that my curious, loud and vibrant 6 year-old hasn't said a word about it, other than her last remark to me on the subject: "You made that happen, didn't you?"

Any ideas, friends, any at all that make sense?

2/10/2007 02:33:00 PM  
Anonymous NOT Your Daddy!!! said...

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Sources say he was the one who ordered the lock change. Anna and Thompson have been involved in a legal battle over who rightfully owns the home. Anna had claimed that Thompson gave her the home as a gift, which Thompson denies.

Thompson was once romantically involved with Smith and claims she told him he was the father of her baby. Thompson says he put a quick end to Smith's claim when he informed her that he had a vasectomy several years ago.

2/10/2007 02:58:00 PM  
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2/10/2007 03:23:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I think that bird, IC, was Anna Nicole Smith's soul! :-)

Perhaps there was a little 'burp' or 'ripple' in space/time. It sucked a hapless scared bird from somewhere else and then put it in your house, obviously terrifying it and disorienting it.

If you're story is accurate, you probably got a special rarely experienced window into reality there, instead of reality being suddenly in abeyance.

On another strange story, a friend I knew for years finally told me something he said he never told anyone he said. He's typically a very gregarious guy, so it was surprising to me that something was weighting on him that he wanted to hear my opinion of because he knows I research lots of borderlands sort of things with as much rigor as possible, not really interested in believing it or prostlytizng, though definitely willing to consider.

This friend is a supreme materialist and economist true believer when it comes down to it, so I can see why he would want to ignore this and was rather touched he would tell me, because it was something that completely disagreed with "everything" that he is about, if you see what I mean.

He wanted me to "analyze" it, I guess, for my opinion.

His story, equally experienced by his parents:

As a child in Mexico City, when he was perhaps around age five, with his parents they went to a downtown museum once. He just playfully and mischeviously went behind some old Aztec art stone sculptures to hide from his parents.

He said he thought was about ten seconds or so.

His parents found him. They they were frantic. And looked at him strangely.

They told him he had been missing for two hours, where had he been?

He was shocked. So were his parents.
They were actually scared they found him where they did he said. My friend started to get scared as well. He still tells it with a great deal of fear in his voice.

His parents said, that with museum security, once they found he was gone, they had combed room by room throughout the entire museum. And that was hours ago. That room had already been searched, including the exact place where he was found. Though perhaps not the same time.

My friend said he has no memory of ever moving and it was only maybe ten seconds. None of the family liked to talk about it they said. What really frightened him to tell me, is that he has this sort of hazy memory of a hand touching him on the shoulder when started to hide behind the statue.

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Supposedly one of the capacities 'learned' at the Montauk site by the 1970s was 'teleportation kidnapping' of people, for mental programming (or even in the case of what Preston Nichols says, for forcing them to work double jobs one entirely compartmentalized even from their own awareness they were working on some top secret tech stuff), and then returning them to almost exactly the same place/time. Basically, honestly, they WERE never gone--though they were doing something in the interim elsewhere which could be stretched out of course.


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Then there are truly weird tales and examples of seemingly natural strange 'bubbles of larger displacement'--particularly interesting to me are the temporal displacements in the same space--which seem more prevalent a story than spatial displacments to the same time, you see. Like you fell through a crack in space/time, and landing on another time area in the same space, effectively sealed off from where you were before, though strangely, in the same place where you were.

One of my favorite stories is a story of France. Some tourists were just driving late at night and some people were moving through. They stopped for the night for dinner, in a very strangely thick fog, in what they thought was a wonderful find because they were starving and were looking to stop for the night: it was a quaint little WWI-era looking restaurant/hotel.

They were enjoying it and the dinner and the whole ambiance until WWI soldiers in uniform came in to eat, chat, smoke, relax, etc.

I forget when they left, though they wanted to get out of there immediately.

They combed the area in daylight. They were unable to find that 'time/place' ever again. It had vanished.

Happens all the time, really. Really, I mean that.

I'm sure it does.

--

There's probably a website out there that catalogs anonymous space/time displacement claims for posterity--you know, sort of like a UFO website or something. Anyone know of one?

--


Have you heard about the secret temporal portal out west somewhere, in a rock arch? Surrounded by strange geodes that might have some sort of effect, or actually intriguingly the geode may be an effect of time/space displacement itself. This rock arch temporal displacement, with sad permanent vanishing for some people who went through it. Sometimes they reappeared just down the hill, thankfully, in the same time.

Sometimes a different weather pattern is observed through the arch, than the rest of the sky around.

The place is being kept secret though a story appeared in the actual corporate news about it somewhere....

Here it is from my files:


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PUBLISHED ON MAY 15, 2003:

Mysteries in the Mountains

A real-life Twilight Zone may exist in Southeastern Arizona near the Mexican border.


By RON QUINN email the Tuscon Weekly

Mysteries in the Mountains Treasure hunter gang, from left to right: Ron Quinn, Chuck Quinn, Roy Purdie, Walter Fisher.

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Ron and Chuck Quinn, 1956.
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Thunder Eggs and geodes.

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Chuck Quinn removing agate at the site in 1956.

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Local cowboy Louie Romero.

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Chuck Quinn examining geodes from the site in 1956.

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One of the large quartz blades protruding at the site.

[story starts here]


Deep in the mountains close to the Mexican border, a mysterious place exists where time is altered at random.

A joke? Not according to Ron Quinn.

Quinn first submitted his stories to The Weekly's former editor, Michael Parnell, in November 2002. Upon his departure in January, Parnell passed them on to current Weekly Editor Jimmy Boegle.

The Weekly staff decided to publish them; after all, they are quite compelling. Plus, Quinn's got some credibility; a life-long treasure hunter, Ron Quinn's stories have been appeared in Arizona Highways, Treasure Magazine and Fate.

The Weekly does not know the location of the site Mr. Quinn speaks of, nor could we verify the events mentioned. Therefore, we present his anecdotes as interesting stories--nothing more.

--Irene Messina


This fascinating journey into the unknown began in early 1956 and still remains an unsolved mystery today.

It all began during a two-year adventure into Southern Arizona in search of lost mines and hidden Spanish treasures. High among the rugged terrain bordering Mexico, my brother Chuck and I discovered a location where time itself is altered. This natural freak of nature lies deep within a region seldom visited by modern man.

The reason I'm bringing this tale to light after all this time is because something in the works might effect this interesting place. Tucson Electric Power Company plans on building a 345,000-watt high-voltage transmission line from Tucson to Nogales. The line could come quite close to this site.

When this line becomes active, what, if anything, will this enormous voltage do to this delicate location? Enhance the natural energy already lurking within it, or nothing? Only time will tell.

The following stories all took place around this mysterious location.


Lights in the Sky
This all began after my release from the military. My brother Chuck asked if I'd be interested in taking an extended trip to Arizona to search for several of the legendary lost treasures allegedly hidden during the Spanish occupation. This ignited my adventurous spirit, so plans were made. We saved enough capital, with the help of our parents, for two years. I was 23; Chuck was 26.

We left Tacoma, Wash., on March 20, 1956. Our final destination was Arivaca, Ariz., a small desert hamlet of perhaps 70 residents. This old adobe village was located squarely in the center of the country harboring some of these well-known hidden treasures.

About three weeks into this treasure game, Chuck and I were relaxing at camp one evening. Towards the south, the craggy peaks of the Tumacacori Mountains were silhouetted against the darkening sky.

Our attention was directed toward two large balls of blue-green lights slowly descending behind the mountains several miles away. They were not flares, as no sound of aircraft broke the silence of the night. Both vanished within minutes.

The following night at precisely the same time, 8:05 p.m., the lights appeared once again near the identical location. These also disappeared behind the peaks.

Several days later, Louie Romero, a local cowboy who rode for the Arivaca Ranch, stopped by. Over several weeks, we became friends and learned a great deal of the history about the area from him. While in Arivaca, we heard from the locals that if Louie tells you something, you can bet your life it's the truth.

During one of his weekly visits, Louie told us many stories centering around the nearby mountains. Several bordered on the paranormal. After describing the odd lights we had seen, he smiled, saying he and others have spotted them since 1939 in the same location. Over the months, we saw them several more times.


Doorway to the Gods
One day, as we were returning to Arivaca, we spotted an old truck parked beside the road with a flat tire. Not having a spare, the gentleman stood beside his vehicle trying to hitch a ride to the nearest service station. We picked him up and soon arrived at the Kinsley Ranch and gas station.

After having the tire repaired, we returned John, an Indian, to his truck where we mounted the tire for him. John couldn't thank us enough, as not many white men had shown him such kindness.

A month or so later at camp, we spotted a rider approaching--and were surprised to see it was John. He told us he was working temporarily for a local ranch, checking the fence lines.

While talking in general about the surrounding country, Chuck mentioned we were treasure hunting. As a boy, John said he heard many of the tales of lost mission gold and silver. He also believed some of the tales were true, as treasure was found in 1907 near Nogales.

Later, John told us about a mysterious stone archway. Roy told him we came across such a formation south of camp. John's first words were, "Did you walk through its opening?"

Walt answered, "No. We noticed it while descending a slope, but paid little attention to the oddity."

John told us around the 1800s, three Indians were hunting and upon returning to their village, discovered a stone archway. Being in a jubilant mood, they began chasing one another through the opening in a playful manner.

Moments later, one jumped through but never emerged from the opposite side. Fearing they had entered some sacred ground of the gods, the remaining two fled the scene. Arriving at the village, they told the medicine man how their friend had vanished before their eyes.

As the story spread, others journeyed to the high plateau to gaze upon the stone structure. Rocks and other items were tossed through, but nothing occurred--until an elderly woman approached. Tossing in a live rabbit, it suddenly vanished.

The Indians backed off in fear and spread the story of this "Doorway to the Gods," as it came to be known.

John himself has been to the site on many occasions. The only time he witnessed anything strange was around 1948. A big storm had blown in, and the sky was filled with dark clouds in all directions. As he rode past the archway, he noticed the sky through its opening was blue--no clouds were visible. Dismounting, he walked cautiously toward the formation and peered through. The mountains on the other side hadn't changed, but the sky was clear. Looking around the corner of the structure, the sky was once again covered with dark clouds. Fear gripped him and he rode off.

Some believe John was looking into another time period through the portal. We asked John: If the story was indeed true, why hadn't it been investigated? He replied that only his people knew of the story, as it had never been mentioned outside the tribe. The only reason he told us was because we had shown him kindness while stranded beside the highway.

Curious, we decided to make another trip to the remote site with Roy Purdie and Walter Fisher--two fellow treasure hunters who were camping with us. It's a rugged climb, and the torturous, craggy mountains play no favorites. Enter their domain, make an error, and you'll be added to the list of the injured and missing.

This mysterious area is covered with windswept rock formations that dot the landscape. Searching further, we discovered an enormous deposit of geodes. The ground was littered with them. Some had broken open,[like they had fallen out of the sky?] revealing their crystal-lined interiors.

As we approached the archway, the structure took on a menacing appearance. It stood beside a rocky slope, and was perhaps 7 feet high by 5 feet in width. Its columns measured approximately 15 inches in diameter and were made of andesite.

[Strangely for the area, of Mexico border, andesite is an igneous, volcanic rock, intermediate mixture of melted composition, very fine grained--sometimes so fine grained that the mixture is unable to be seen. Frankly, it seems "erected", instead of natural.]

Chuck jokingly tossed several rocks through, but nothing happened. Next, I placed my arm in. Roy, the superstitious member of our foursome, said I was flirting with danger if the story was true. Knowing his nature towards the unknown, I decided to play a joke. I suddenly yelled, like something was pulling me through. Jumping back, I began laughing as Roy cussed me out. By now, we were all close friends, so no offense was taken.

After several hours we departed this interesting location, carrying a number of geodes. I remember glancing back at this lonely part of the world, wondering if there was truly something within the area that could alter time at random. Was it just the archway itself, or were other unknown natural forces at play?

We would definitely discover the answer--at least to the time-altering question.


Horses From Beyond
It was roundup time on the Arivaca Ranch. That evening, Louie and several others were camping beside the corral just north of the mountains to get an early start the following morning.

As they sat around having coffee and making small talk, Louie noticed how still the night was. Most evenings, one could hear the night sounds of the desert. But this time it was unusually quiet, and the livestock seemed restless.

As they were about to bed down, they suddenly heard the rumbling of approaching horses. As the sound grew closer, one could hear the clattering of hoofs among the rocks accompanied by the whinnying of many horses. As the sound increased, the boys dove for cover, expecting to see a herd of horses stampeding through camp. But as the rumbling reached the opposite side of a nearby canyon, it abruptly ended.

The following morning, they searched, but found no evidence of horses. Louie mentioned wild horses once roamed the country around the turn of the century. Were Louie and the others caught on the outer edge of some time change?

It turns out they were near our mysterious archway.

(Before continuing, I'd like to set forth a theory told to us by a party well-versed in the field of the strange and paranormal: Perhaps an enormous deposit of geodes beneath the surface might be effecting time in some mysterious manner. When all the natural elements --the vibration of the crystals, the electricity in the atmosphere and the magnetic fields in the earth--come together at the precise moment, laws of nature are turned topsy-turvy, and things occur beyond our understanding. [The "Hutchinson Effect" is proof enough of some things like this.] It could be like dropping a stone into a pool of calm water--the archway being the stone and the waves expanding outward could be the natural forces. These might reach anywhere from several yards to a mile. Depending upon the activation, everything within this radiating circle could be thrown into a different period of time. When it fades, things return to normal.)

[Another idea is that the geodes come from 'out there' and are formulated and dropped down, and are the result of the effect that is a spacial/teporal ripple, squishing matter through sometimes, and dropping geodes out from empty space onto the ground: many supposedly are broken around there instead of the geodes being situated to create the effect.]


Ghostly Padre
This story was told by a reliable rancher and also took place within the shadows of the puzzling archway. It involves the appearance of a Spanish padre long since dead: a ghost--or perhaps not.

Several hundred years earlier, a Jesuit priest, whose name has long since been forgotten, built a small mission east of Arivaca. The residents gave their most treasured possessions to him for safe-keeping, as they feared robbery. These were hidden somewhere near the church grounds.

One morning, a Mexican woodchopper found the elderly padre dead. After he was put to rest, the villagers suddenly realized he was the only one who knew the location of their valuables. They searched, but nothing was ever found.

Over the years, many cowboys and others have reported seeing a dark-robed figure walking near the site of the old mission, which has long since crumbled back into the dry earth. The description given resembles that of a Spanish padre. One rancher told us quite frankly, "Nobody will ever convince me otherwise. I know what I saw that afternoon. The figure wasn't any ghost. It walked across a wash disturbing the gravel and casting a long shadow."

The figure slowly became transparent, shimmered several times then vanished.

Again, was the witness caught in another trick of time produced by the site? Or was he himself back in the 18th century, watching the padre going about his daily rounds? [and didn't know he had shifted, like the couple in France?] Too bad our rancher didn't see the mission. That would be hard evidence he wasn't in his own time.


Spanish Soldiers
Another mind-boggling story involves two cowboys out searching for a sick bull. Both separated and rode off in different directions. One rider paused atop a hill searching the country below with his binoculars. Suddenly, he felt a stone bounce off his hat. Turning, he expected to find his companion had tossed it jokingly, but nobody was there. Another stone hit his arm, but once again nothing was seen.

While scanning the terrain again, he spotted his friend several hundred yards below. In the distance, he saw the bull. Waving, he shouted to his partner signaling to him which direction to go.

While descending the hill, he spotted a group of six riders traveling eastward. They rode in single file and were about half a mile off.

Stopping, he looked through his field glasses--and was amazed at what he saw. His description of the horsemen resembled pictures he had seen of Spanish soldiers with tunics, lances and helmets. He followed their movements until the scene "shimmered" and faded.

Once again, this occurred near the archway's realm.
A column of soldiers traveling east? The only fort in that direction was the presidio located at Tubac during the Spanish occupation.


Indian Revisited
During the mid-1940s, Louie and another ranch hand came upon the skeletal remains of what appeared to be that of an ancient Indian. Beside the body was a rotted bow. The Indian's clothing was of animal skins, and a leather moccasin clung to one foot. The skull and one leg were missing.

Could this have been the Indian who vanished so long ago? The body was discovered less than a mile south of our strange location. They buried the remains nearby, marking the grave with several large rocks. Louie noted that the body didn't resemble 200-year-old remains.

Before hearing the above tale, I often wondered what became of the Indian allegedly swallowed by the archway. If the portal was visible from the opposite side, why didn't he come back through? He might have never noticed a change and, to him, his friends had disappeared. Not finding them, he eventually returned to his village and perhaps also found it missing. Perhaps he was somehow transported forward in time, and for some unknown reason, died on that lonely hillside, only to be found by Louie years later.


The Shimmer
One day, Walt and Roy had their own weird experience near the stone portal. They returned there because Walt wanted to collect some geodes for friends in Tucson.

Looking toward the archway, both saw it appear to shimmer. According to Walt, this lasted several minutes before it slowly faded. During this period, both felt a strange pressure within their ears.


[They were in a field of some sort all around it, barometric pressure changes[?], electrical gauss effects[?], and note they said the archway rock itself was shimmering, instead of just the hole of the arch area being a space/time displacement sometimes.]

Roy said, "That's it Walt. I'm outta here." After gathering a number of geodes, both left with Roy leading the way--rather fast.

During the summer months, temperatures can reach 110 degrees. The heat waves dancing off a flat surface can make objects appear to shimmer while looking through them. But this was mid-January and the temperature was around 60 or so.

Old Roy would never again return to the site, no matter how we tried to persuade him.

Was the shimmering and ear sensation the beginning of some activation that never reached its full potential? Seeing the expression on Roy's face after he returned to camp--take my word, it happened.


Ghost Camp
A number of individuals have disappeared from the unfriendly rugged hills over the years. Did some make the unfortunate mistake of entering the portal at the wrong time? The following suggests that possibility.

While the four of us were checking out an old silver workings, we came upon a deserted miners camp that Louie had told us about weeks earlier. Everything was left behind--rotted clothing, tools, drill steel, old blankets and cooking utensils. Everything was there to maintain a functional camp. By the looks of several items, I'd say the site was active during the 1930s.

It looked as though somebody just walked away and never returned--or couldn't. The camp was almost a mile from the bizarre site high above. Did this party fall victim to it, or did he become discouraged with mining and abandon camp? I find this highly unlikely.

We also heard a story about a lone prospector who arrived each October and remained until spring. This continued for several years. One day, he vanished, leaving his horse, wagon and camp behind. It was located near a saddle in the mountains--just north of you know what. A body was never found.

We visited this site and found a deep shaft nearby with numerous open cuts on a hill. Was he prospecting or treasure hunting? It was rumored that some bandit's loot--two bags of gold coins--was buried within this area.

Stories like this keep people like us searching.


Stones From the Heavens
Another close encounter occurred about 14 months into our treasure game, a game that seemed to be going nowhere.

While in Arivaca picking up needed supplies, we met three other treasure hunters. They were in the area for a month seeking the famous "Lost Treasure of Carreta Canyon" hidden by the fleeing padres from the Tumacacori Mission during the great Pima uprising of 1751.

We invited them to stop by camp and gave them directions. Several weeks later, they arrived and had an interesting story to tell. By chance, while traveling overland, they camped near the mouth of the canyon leading to the strange area. We discovered this when one pointed to their campsite on his map.

While relaxing one evening after a long, tiring search for this elusive treasure, they heard a sound like rain hitting the tent. Stepping outside, they saw the sky was clear. All at once a shower of hundreds of small stones came cascading down around them. Most were the size of a large pea, were reddish brown and resembled hematite, an iron ore.

Picking several up, they noticed they were quite warm to the touch. Their camp wasn't located near any high cliffs where the stones could have originated. George, a member of the group, jokingly said: "Perhaps we're camping on some ancient Indian burial ground and the spirits want us to leave." He had read an article about an incident similar to this occurring on a burial ground somewhere in the Midwest.

By now, one has to admit something quite out of the ordinary encircles this strange site. I won't definitely say their encounter with the warm stones had anything to do with our odd out-of-time region. Indian spirits or not, something weird occurred while they sat relaxing in their tent.


My Encounter
After our two-year adventure ended without finding buried gold or lost mines, we returned to Washington State for almost a year. We then moved to Arizona, making Tucson our home.

Most of our adult lives have been one long adventure after the other. If Roy and Walt arrived at our door with some wild treasure lead, we'd be off with them the next day. To live such a lifestyle, we all remained single. We were one big happy family of devil-may-care adventurers.

The strange experience I had occurred on Oct. 14, 1973. During one of our two-week adventures, I found myself near the canyon that leads towards that oddball site. Not having been there in almost four years, I decided to pay it a visit. The canyon was just as rugged as ever. After climbing and slipping among the boulders, I finally arrived at the steep hill leading to the site above.

It's a long, weary climb, so I paused for a breather half way up. I sat on the slope facing north. Too my left (west), the steep hill followed the canyon perhaps a mile, but something was definitely wrong. Below to my left was a canyon--where none had existed. Curious, I made my way down, entering it from the eastside, so I thought.

I soon discovered I was in the same canyon that led toward the hill I had just scaled. I was more than 250 yards back down the canyon on a different slope and now I was facing south--I had mysteriously been transported to the new location.
Thinking I was looking west, I was really looking east seeing the canyon I had just hiked.

There was no way on earth I could have reached this other slope while climbing the original hill. Knowing where I was, suddenly I knew why this had happened. Any skepticism I had about this crazy site vanished.

I was apprehensive about continuing and should have departed the area immediately. But curiosity led me on. I made the grueling climb once again, passing the spot where minutes before I had been resting.

I realized that if something within this site caused my teleportation, I might not even be in my own time. What a frightening thought that was. I felt somewhat alarmed over the incident that occurred.

Soon, I arrived at the site and looked around. Everything appeared normal. No shimmering effects, lights or other odd observations were observed. However, I noticed how silent it was--not a breeze, a birdcall, nothing. Looking down, I saw the hairs on my arms standing straight up like being near static electricity. I began feeling uneasy and decided to leave.

It seemed each time we visited this twilight zone, we'd discover another geological oddity, and this time was no different. While descending the hill, I found an outcropping of thunder eggs--a cryo-crystalline variety of quartz found in egg-shaped nodules. We had searched this area before, and I couldn't understand how we missed seeing them. After gathering several, I continued on.

If what happened was caused by this tricky mysterious region, I didn't want to perhaps get zapped a second time and wind up God knows where. I was quite relieved when I climbed from the canyon and found my Jeep where I had left it three hours earlier.

Glancing skyward, I spotted a jet passing over. I sure was happy it wasn't some prehistoric bird. I joke now, but something serious could have occurred while in the presence of that weird, upside-down area.

That evening at camp, I tried to arrive at some satisfactory answer to what may have happened. Some force could have been released from the area, but being well below the site, I didn't receive its full impact. Anyway, something moved me within a micro second without ever realizing something occurred. This wasn't my imagination.

I have kept the location secret all these years, as I do not want the area turning into some circus sideshow. Only five living friends of mine know its location. The others--Roy, Walt and Louie--have gone on to that Big Desert in the sky, where all of us will meet again. It is not some UFO landing site or mythical place to communicate with spirits from the beyond, but it is capable of altering time at random.

On my last visit to this wondrous place, I discovered the top portion of the archway had collapsed [or been destroyed?]. All that remains are the two columns. Will this damage interfere with its ability to change time? The following story answers that question.


New Visitors
During 2001, my friend Bill Riley and his wife, Mary, wanted to visit the area after hearing the remarkable stories surrounding it. Both had to promise not to reveal its location to others. After showing them the rugged route on a map, it still took them several attempts to find it.

During their first attempt to reach this forbidden zone, Bill injured his knee but managed to continue. I had to remind them how unfriendly this region can be while prowling its harsh domain.

On their second trip, they missed the right hill. However, they did discover a portion of the geode bed, and were amazed by its expanse. That evening, while camping within the canyon, both claimed a slight vibration came from the nearby geodes when placing their hands upon them. Mary later mentioned it was a spooky place and she felt uneasy throughout the night.

The following morning while exploring, Bill discovered a hollow geode large enough to sit in. It's odd we didn't find this large geode while exploring, as I've been there perhaps 10 times.

Like I've mentioned, it's a real odd place. You see something one time and it's gone the next. Could these large geodes be the main source that activates the natural energy within the area, or just more wild unfounded speculation?

On their final trip into this never-never land of mystery, Bill and Mary found the correct hill. After an exhausting climb, they arrived at the site. Bill found most of what I told him to search for, but the archway eluded them.

While searching, Bill and Mary spotted what resembled the two columns off in the distance. Upon arriving where they should have been, both columns had vanished. Was this their imagination, or were the strange forces within the area playing with their minds?

After spending the day searching and not witnessing any strange activities except for the vanishing columns, they left arriving at their truck after dark. While preparing to leave and follow their tracks out to the ranch road, Bill glanced toward the canyon. In the sky above the site, a circular transparent donut-shaped glow was seen resembling the Aurora Borealis. From the inside rim, tiny sparkling particles [rocks/geodes?] were observed cascading downward. Taking his digita1 camera, Bill took a picture of the odd display before it vanished.

Later, only the black sky and the moon appeared in the photo. Using a magnifying glass something else could be seen, but it was too faint to make out.

Mary refuses to go there anymore.


Fact or Fiction?
What we have out there is a natural phenomena created accidentally by nature. It alters time, and there's no way to predict when this might occur. The majority of these tricks of time seem to occur during the summer and winter storm season when lots of energy is about. But others happen during the stillness of the night or on sunny days.

Undoubtedly, there will be the skeptics and believers. This is definitely not a hoax or a figment of this writer's imagination. Such a place exists high on a plateau near the Mexican border. Odd things do occur at random within its mysterious boundaries.

Can this site alter time? I believe so until proven wrong.

Strange activities no doubt still occur near this bewildering location but go unnoticed by human eyes due to its remote proximity to civilization. I'll no doubt return there again someday.

Will this uncanny mystery ever be solved? Only time will tell. I believe there's ample evidence to support the claim that something quite unnatural happens at random within this locale.

How does that saying go? Sometimes truth is stranger than fiction.

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I'm pretty sure that the holographic/frequency resonance view of consciousness as constructed is true. And our senses are innately physically limited.

Match this with a quantum universe.

Match that with strage distortion effects of space/time in that quantum universe and you innately have as a property of it hiccups, folds, "gauss resonances" (for lack of other words, perhaps became a large something or effect is in another dimensional area in that same space, called hyperspace, that might distort in uncanny ways a certain area.

These distortions that shred time/space make it turn from smooth sand in the hourglass to quicksand that just lets you fall through without a grip.

I suppose like the Montauk experienments, supposedly, they found that one's mental condition really mattered whether the effect turned you to mush and killed you or allowed you to survive what was going on. So a living low bioelectric field of living things seems to interact with the effects of such time/space buckles. (i.e., sort of like how in the story above, if true, a rock could be thrown through, though the rabbit disappeared.).

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I would warn you IC from sharing this with an impressionable daughter unless you truly know from experience she would handle it. Bad experiences I have seen: another friend of mine really freaked out his child beyond measure when he really wanted his 15 year old to watch the Bohemian Grove tape I loaned him to see the evil people that run the USA. The kid freaked, he was shaking he said and didn't want to watch anymore, and the father turned it off.

My other very professional friend from Mexico City really is still freaked about his five year old experience to this day.

Has your child brought up the 'appearing bird' story to you any more?

2/10/2007 04:45:00 PM  
Anonymous Edge Nibbler said...

Is that a death-born Ida Lupino in the photo collage? Jane Mansfield´s death was infinitely more interesting, from a ´Ballardesque´ perspective.

Mansfield's trust in Satan proved illegitimate as it cost her her life. The Old Testament book of Ecclesiastes says "that those who practice evil will not be delivered by it." Within a few months, Brody lay dead in a catastrophic car accident. Mansfield was also killed in the crash, and according to her death certificate, decapitated by the windshield. Her death was tragic and sudden. Ironically, LaVey reported that 15 minutes before he heard of the accident that he had cut Jayne Mansfield's head off of a picture with a pair of scissors. Mansfield had truly run her last spiritual red light and the Scripture stating that God will not be mocked came into effect. God's Word states that your sin will find you out and that those who sow to the flesh will reap destruction.

On June 29, at approximately 2:25 a.m., on U.S. Highway 90, the car, which was reportedly going 80 miles per hour, crashed into the rear of a tractor-trailer that had slowed down because of a truck spraying mosquito fogger. The children survived with minor injuries, but the adults were killed instantly. he car was returned to its owner, Gus Stevens, who eventually sold it. It was in a museum in Florida for several years but now is owned by a Mansfield fan in North Carolina.

Rumors of decapitation: Rumors that Mansfield was decapitated have been proven untrue, though she did suffer severe head trauma. This urban legend was possibly spawned by the appearance in police photographs of what resembles a blonde wig tangled in the car's smashed windshield. It is believed that this was either a wig that Mansfield was wearing at the time, or was her actual hair and scalp and that she was scalped in the crash.


http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jayne_Mansfield

In his vision of a car crash with the actress, Vaughan was obsessed by many wounds and impacts--by the dying chromium and collapsing bulkheads of their two cars meeting head-on in complex collisions endlessly repeated in slow-motion films, by the identical wounds inflicted on their bodies, by the image of windshield glass frosting around her face as she broke its tinted surface like a death-born Aphrodite, by the compound fractures of their thighs impacted against their handbrake mountings, ban above all by the wounds to their genitalia, her uterus pierced by the heraldic beak of the manufacturer's medallion, his semen emptying across the luminescent dials that registered forever the last temperature and the fuel levels of the engine.

http://www.researchpubs.com/books/ballexc2.php

Geez...even the ´celebrity´ deaths are watered down, dumbed down and boring these days.

Btw, do you ever throw a fast ball down the middle or is it always off speed stuff around the edges?

2/10/2007 05:51:00 PM  
Anonymous sw-g said...

Anyone else recall the scandal that gripped the nation in the days prior to 9/11/2001?

Chandra Levy & Gary Condit.

Then, after 9/11, Chandra & Gary were on the back page (if anywhere).

Look out.

2/10/2007 05:51:00 PM  
Anonymous Calling All Agents...Calling All... said...

Btw-to the comments poster who mentioned the Bush Admin playing with words (though I think it was on the previous thread about ZB...anyhow... pardon) check this out:

They say that we act because of oil, that we act in Iraq because of Israel, or because we misled the American people.


Look, I recognize we got an image issue, particularly when you got television stations, Arabic television stations that are constantly just pounding America, creating -- saying America is fighting Islam, Americans can't stand Muslims, this is a war against a religion. And we've got to, obviously, do a better job of reminding people that ours is not a nation that rejects religion; ours is a nation that accepts people of all faith, and that the great strength of America is the capacity for people to worship freely. It's difficult. I mean, their propaganda machine is pretty darn intense. And so we're constantly sending out messages, we're constantly trying to reassure people, but we're also -- we're also acting. And that's what's important for our citizens to realize. It's difficult. I mean, their propaganda machine is pretty darn intense. And so we're constantly sending out messages, we're constantly trying to reassure people, but we're also -- we're also acting. And that's what's important for our citizens to realize.

-George W. Bush, Dec13.2005

Main Entry: act
8 : a display of affected behavior : PRETENSE


Main Entry: pre·tense
1 : a claim made or implied; especially : one not supported by fact
3 : an inadequate or insincere attempt to attain a certain condition or quality
4 : professed rather than real intention or purpose : PRETEXT was there under false pretenses
5 : MAKE-BELIEVE, FICTION
6 : false show : SIMULATION saw through his pretense of indifference

Also, it´s quite obvious that these arrogant corporations are playing word games with their adverts all the time as well. ie the Snickers Peanutopolis campaign, which might create a word association with Peanut Brain...or a ´polis´/ City of Peanut Brains.

http://advertisingforpeanuts.blogspot.com/2006/07/peanutopolis.html

2/10/2007 07:12:00 PM  
Blogger nunnatsunega said...

Frida Kahlo.

Peace

2/10/2007 07:46:00 PM  
Blogger Jeff said...

"Is that a death-born Ida Lupino in the photo collage?"

No, that's Monroe. Same face as in the background, but distorted beyond classic beauty.

"Frida Kahlo.

Peace"


Thanks. It seemed a good fit.

2/10/2007 08:18:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

A woman says:

When will the power of women be honored. The mysterious death of "Sex Symbols" and rich and powerful women. Reading what is said about them, Dianna, Marilyn, and now Nicole. After their passing read carefully what is said about them and why there is always references to their "sexual exploits" instead of what they have contributed to the world.
When will the men in the world begin to realize and honor the power of the Goddess in our human Nature.

The Goddess of Life, Holy Mother Earth is being destroyed and we are now passed the point of no return. Do men see any connection to the way women are treated and the way the Earth has been raped and exploited?????????????

2/10/2007 08:48:00 PM  
Anonymous Oarwell said...

Iredeemable Cuttlefish wrote:

"Our problem is that we're living in a world which denies this Truth, even as its bloated, vampiric clerics mouth the words of the Sermon on the Mount. The great secret truths, that all men are created equal, that everyone has an inalienable right to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness and that this right shall be guaranteed by justice for all is loudly declared and yet quietly perverted, subverted, denied. It's egalitarianism, pure and simple--the opposite of elitism. It's based on common sense, the universal concept of fairness that any three year-old instinctive grasps without being able to articulate it."

Inalienable rights? The textual word is "unalienable," same thing, s'pose, but was pondering meself on the meaning of such a thing, and found this:

"The Declaration itself was followed in the September issue by "Thoughts on the late Declaration of the American Congress", signed only "An Englishman". The author identified certain absurdities (as he saw them) contained in the now famous words of the preamble. Most notably, he pointed out the document's inconsistency with the fact that slavery was still being practiced in America (emphasized in the following excerpt):

We hold (they say) these truths to be self-evident: That all men are created equal. In what are they created equal? Is it in size, understanding, figure, moral or civil accomplishments, or situation of life? Every plough-man knows that they are not created equal in any of these. [...] The next of their self-evident truths is, that all men are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable rights (the meaning of which words they appear not at all to understand); among which are life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. Let us put some of these words together. All men are endowed by their Creator with the unalienable right of life. How far they may be endowed with this unalienable right I do not say, but, sure I am, these gentry assume to themselves an unalienable right of talking nonsense. Was it ever heard since the introduction of blunders into the world that life was a man's right? Life or animation is of the essence of human nature, and is that without which one is not a man, and therefore to call life a right, is to betray a total ignorance of the meaning of words. [...] Well but they say all men have not only a right to life, but an unalienable right. The world unalienable signifies that which is not alienable, and that which is not alienable is what cannot be transferred so as to become another's; so that their unalienable right is a right which they cannot transfer to a broomstick or a cabbage-stalk; and because they cannot transfer their own lives from themselves to a cabbage-stalk, therefore they think it absolutely necessary that they should rebel. [...] The next assigned cause and ground of their rebellion is, that every man hath an unalienable right to liberty; and here the words, as it happens, are not nonsense, but they they are not true: slaves there are in America, and where there are slaves, there liberty is alienated. [...] Their next self evident truth and ground of rebellion is, that they have an unalienable right to the pursuit of happiness. The pursuit of happiness an unalienable right! This surely is outdoing everything that went before. Put it into English: the pursuit of happiness is a right with which the Creator hath endowed me, and which can neither be taken from me, nor can I transfer it to another. Did ever any mortal alive hear of taking a pursuit of happiness from a man? What they can possibly mean by these words, I own is beyond my comprehension."

Most Murkans take "unalienable" to mean that "they cain't be taken 'way by the gubmint." And I would agree. But the "gubmint" takes aways our rights all the time, if by rights we mean freedom to do what we want. Do you have free speech? Not when the Dear Leader's in proximity, and that's when it counts the moust. Right to petition grievances? Assemble peaceably? Severly circumscribed, and illegal when DL is near.

We have the right to obey, surely. They won't bother us terribly much as long as we obey. All we can do is hope that their edicts are right-minded. Let's not kid ourselves: with congress a frightened poodle owned by foreign and corporate lobbyists, with the judiciary a virtual rubber stamp for the King, and with criminals surrounding, isolating, and animating a sorely confused Dear Leader, what rights we have are more and more a parody of what rights the Founders intended.

The Founders have all left the stage (okay, Robert Byrd, in his dotage, excepted), replaced by deracinated Fondlers, venal swine who are capable of asking only how high they must jump. O tempore! O mores! "What rough beast is this, its hour come round at last, which slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?"

Yeats edited out the line "The good are wavering, while the worst prevail." But always it is so, and we delude ourselves to think otherwise.

What is a rule to hold fast? "Speak truth to power." How few do this, how few dare. Speak Truth to power, like Martin, like Ghandi, like Paul Craig Roberts is today. Truth cannot be killed, only temporarily silenced, but each of us is called upon to articulate the truth.

..............

As for our consciousness creating our reality, I think this in opposition to most Western thinking from Aristotle through Aquinas to Kant, that Truth is the correspondence of knowledge to reality, not the opposite. To argue that reality is the correspondence of our collective knowledge seems to me to be ontologically false.

One can agree with Kierkegaard that an objective approach to mattes of personal truth cannot shed any light upon that which is essential to a person's life, but that is a far cry from arguing that objective appraisal of reality is of little use when confronted with a consciousness-begotten universe. This is, of course, subjectivism, the theory that something is true simply because one believes it to be so.

"Subjectivism is a philosophical tenet that accords primacy to subjective experiences as fundament of all measure and law. In an extreme form, it may hold that the nature and existence of every object depends only on someone's subjective awareness of it. For example, Wittgenstein wrote in Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus: "The subject doesn't belong to the world, but it is a limit of the world."

Really? It is not clear to me that the existence or non-existence of a subject matters one iota to the objective universe. Although I am happy to allow for George Berkeley's reliance on God as the prime mover of human perception (Samuel Johnson's kicking of the stone proved only that stones exist, and toes, and nothing else. He refuted nothing, thusly.)

Whatever. The New York Times described Anna as being "obstrusively voluptuous," and that does seem an objective correlate with my own brainpan, so there. And I don't know if Derek & the Dominoes was ever your cup of tea, Master Cuttle, but this is for ye:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sqMfTcN-u_o

2/10/2007 11:04:00 PM  
Anonymous Moe Joe said...

Oarwell wrote: "As for our consciousness creating our reality, I think this in opposition to most Western thinking from Aristotle through Aquinas to Kant, that Truth is the correspondence of knowledge to reality, not the opposite. To argue that reality is the correspondence of our collective knowledge seems to me to be ontologically false.

One can agree with Kierkegaard that an objective approach to matters of personal truth cannot shed any light upon that which is essential to a person's life, but that is a far cry from arguing that objective appraisal of reality is of little use when confronted with a consciousness-begotten universe. This is, of course, subjectivism, the theory that something is true simply because one believes it to be so."


Hear, hear! Btw, besides 'subjectivism', it's also called magical thinking.

It's also the form of idealism practiced by the Neocons and other assordid illuminists, as noted by one of Bush's White House neocon lackeys, who told the NYTimes: We're beyond history. We create our own reality by telling you what it is. Then you write it down.

Uh...yeah. So much for such things as "facts on the ground." I guess he was referring to little playgrounds like Afghanistan and Iraq, and playmates like Rove, Chalabi, and Judith Miller. I think it's also called fantasy, and you are quite correct, it is ontologically false.

But when did fabulists such as W, his minions and his masters ever let a tiresome little thing like the truth get in their way?

Nicely stated, Oarwell. Yo' mama and papa done good. Hope they're proud of you!

2/11/2007 12:49:00 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Anna Nicole Smith, Democrats, Rosie/Trump, Hillary/Barack, global warming, Iraq War, all distractions. As the mass media creates illusions, Big Brother clamps down by opening our mail, suspending habeas corpus, stealing private lands, banning books like "America Deceived" from Amazon,America Deceived (book) rigging elections, conducting warrantless wiretaps and starting wars based on blatant lies. Soon, the sinking of an Aircraft Carrier(by Mossad) will occur and the US will 'retaliate' against Iran. Which AIPAC-lobbying country benefit's from that?

2/11/2007 01:42:00 AM  
Anonymous Tell that to the Iraqis said...

The war on Iraq is hardly a distraction.

A minimum of three quarters of a million innocent people have been killed there, more likely a couple of million.

The earth there is contaminated with cancer- and birth defect-causing depleted uranium for the next several billion years.

The infrastructure is almost completely destroyed, with no water or electricity, unless you're with the U.S. military.

That would hardly count as a mere distraction for the 30 to 40 million Iraqis.

Nor should it for us.

Shame on you for thinking so shallowly, and for saying it.

Just because these demonic scum suckers in our nation's capital and in the centers of financial power seem to want to do try to devour Iran now too is hardly cause to abandon the Iraqis to the same Beast.

Let's stay focused on the task at hand, or it will try devour us next.

I think that's what you were trying to get at, but you were about to throw out the baby with the bath water. Not good.

2/11/2007 04:21:00 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Dear Jeff,

We sometimes give information because it helps to give the big picture, if you prefer myoptic, short snippets we disagree wholeheartedly.

How can we teach when we are so hindered by your control mechanisms.

What is NEXT?

In case you forgot there is a war going on.

All warfare is spiritual and of the mind.

In the past us girls have helped immensely, but due to your other posters leaving us no choice we would rather continue doing what we do till the internet is SHUT down,
we are not the MAIN PROBLEM, you dissenting posters are to blame.

The flame wars started by those who are without are just proof that we hit a nerve, if YOU think
you know it all and YOU need no help in deciding the facts as YOU SEE them, OK.

WE DO KNOW YOU ARE BOWING TO THE
THOSE WHO WANT TO CONTROL YOU AND EVEN YOU CONTENT ON THE COMMENTARY.
you will never learn much as you only see what you want to see.

If you truly learned nothing, please confirm your thoughts to writing.

We are intelligent and have much in the way of resourses.

As a final remark we will try our best, but we are not to be punished for telling our side of the story.

You have been most understanding and we really know it is the others who forced you to try to censor us.



Best Regards,
Sabina

2/11/2007 07:53:00 AM  
Blogger Sounder said...

Thanks oarwell and moe joe for your responses to IC.

I take the KISS approach to philosophy and the following is most of what I need to see the controversies.

My introduction to the rabbit hole was found on page 24 of a book called; The Development of Physical Theory in the Middle Ages.

“ ..for Plato the answer to a scientific question is no new discovery, for it was always possessed; for the Sophists the answer is a completely new discovery, but it has nothing to do with the question posed.
In answer to the dilemma Aristotle rejected both the Platonic and the nominalist views, retaining the element of truth contained in both. With the nominalists he agreed that the answer to a scientific problem is truly the discovery of something new; but with Plato he agreed that the answer is somehow already known-known potentially in the question or problem raised. That is to say, the answer is actually unknown and it must be discovered by scientific investigation, but it is potentially, or virtually contained within the confines of the scientific question. Thus the answer to a scientific question is not found in spite of the question, but precisely in terms of the question.”

It is through questions that we touch the field of the nouminal or pre-manifest. This is how we extend the source of causation beyond the hard walls of dualism. Both 'realism' and 'subjectivism' participate in magical thinking as they attempt to impose their concepts of reality as being reality. (Or thinking that the Absolute can be contained within words.)

So my take on the concept that Truth is the correspondence of knowledge to reality, is to say that; Our knowledge is limited by potential or inherent depth within our categories to produce correspondences that ‘mirror’ reality rather than simply validating aspects of the current model. Yikes! Did I say that? OK, try again. IC speculated that consciousness creates reality; no consciousness merely creates representations of reality.

2/11/2007 08:34:00 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

LIKE BEGETS LIKE, that is why we are on the WARPATH!

They manipulated the USA to fight their dirty wars in the ME (IRAQ, AFGANISTAN, IRAN, SYRIA, LEBANON) through AIPAC and most stupid american are oblivious to the facts that the seek a GREATER ISRAEL.

The US government has been hi-jacked by the zionists to their nefarious designs.

It is all their for us to research and see.

Sabina

2/11/2007 08:34:00 AM  
Anonymous Shrubageddon said...

Thanks oarwell and moe joe for your responses to IC.

Ummmm....last I checked, Sounder, the Moe Joe character responded to Oarwell, not IC, so get your facts straight before you improperly thank someone for IC.

You guys kill me. I can so feel your ceaseless love.....it's changing the world before my very eyes.....NOT. Did you ever stop to think that all of you lvong BRAINSTORMERS are MEN? What's up with that? I'll tell you what's up with it.....it's MEN acting like MEN...always having to control even when their no hope of them controlling what they seek to control.

IC, perhaps that bird was a symbol of your soul. Perhaps it's time for you to physically vacate the earth. Depending on how you look at it...an Omen about your imminent physical death.

2/11/2007 09:05:00 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Anonymous One,are we being stroked with a velvet glove or what?It's to bad we are caught in this "Eyes Wide Shut"with no chance of escape in sight.The reality makers have full control,we are just left to watch the final act.Nothing can be changed,this whole thing was written long ago.No one seems to notice the shit flying by at the speed of light.Now it seems there is trouble at The Temple Mount,get ready for the BBQ of that pure Red One.When the 7th seal is broken,hold on,all bets will be off.Maybe some good old reality of the 4th Density,might be in order,or am I just caught with out my Piper Sunglasses?Oh, did anyone else out there notice during Prince's half time extravaganza,that the devil showed up to finish the ritual?If you can find the clip on the net,its pulled from You Tube,check out the last song where Prince brings out his special axe,the one with the devil's dick attached.When they threw up the screens and shot in silloet the whole thing turned creepy.Everyone at the party was transfixed to the HD TV,no one even noticed Prince was now sporting horns that were coming from the dew rag he had tied around his head.And the axe with the special attachment was now the horn of plenty.I yelled out to the room "what the fuck was that?",everyone looked at me with a questioning stare.My friend happened to have TiVo,so he ran the song back.When I told everyone to look for the devil they all just sat there slack jaw,they had just been mind fucked with out knowing it.Jeff,I would like your take on this clip.later.

2/11/2007 09:15:00 AM  
Blogger Sounder said...

So shrub, looking to display the sunny side of your personality again? Care to deal with the substance of the discussion rather than some style point demerits? No?, I did not think so.

Iridescent Cuttlefish,

I was going to post this over on your site, as it is not on topic, but what the hell, it’s not that long and I have no credibility to preserve anyway.

Jeff’s, We are Family, photo-shop reminded me to write about a unique experience in my life. I told the story yesterday (Jan. 18, 07), to a customer, after joking about having a few wires loose in my inhibition circuits, (and some patter wondering about the material in my ‘files’) So here goes my bicameral mind actup. Do not expect to ‘believe’ the following, however we all need better understanding of what it is that drives these things.

(Missing backstory, -to be provided later)

There was a time, in the mid eighties where for a period of about two years I noticed planes circling over head. Sometimes the same plane, but also many different kinds of planes, from small to big cargo planes. The small planes would circle from several to a dozen times a day, sometimes different planes on the same day, sometimes no planes at all for several days. The small planes would usually do most of their circle at a higher altitude, then do an easy bank to come lower, cut the motor and idle as they passed, then throttle up for another loop. These aerial artifacts followed me to job sites as I started to work more and I would point them out to folk that I worked with. You can imagine what most people thought. Anyway I do still work with the same folk, so one lesson I guess is that doing good work trumps being ‘crazy’.

The aerial artifacts ended (mostly) with a spectacular flourish. I was at that time working on an addition, doing exterior trim work during the coldest days of the coldest winter I remember. The location was a small town in Michigan. As I am working a roar comes from the south. The wind noise of the wings seemed to precede the roar of the engine, treetop height and very loud. The black jet, same as in Jeff’s picture, laid itself on its side as it passed overhead. The second pass was from north to south, this time turning east as it went sideways overhead. The third pass was east to west, flying flat, still quite low, then gone. Two older black guys were there setting forms for a pour, and one of them exclaimed; ‘What the #uck, there is no base for that kind of jet within 200 miles of here, and they can’t fly like that around towns’. My boss, a skier that had sensitive toes because of previous frostbite came running out of the house to see what was going on. He thought it had to be three different jets because of the speed of the event. I assured him that, no it was one jet passing three times. I was happy to have the black guys there because this boss thought I was ‘crazy’ already what with my previous plane stories. He is a good guy and we are on good terms, but I suspect he still thinks that I am ‘crazy’.

Oh yes, there is much more, but pay no attention—I am crazy.

2/11/2007 10:03:00 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Sweet lies and fluff stories are like honey, the horror is not going away.

Wakeup, WORLD WAR III is here now, you just are oblivious and unable to hear the hooror of it.

The media sanitizes the goor, the dead bodies at DAFB we see not

The pentagon in their stategy to control public opinion through
TOTAL SPECTRUM WARFARE WORKS in the mass media for the are EMBEDDED in the media.

Causing doubts and confusion for you to not think to hard about it.

Because you see it not from your backyard, does not mean it is not happening people.


jesus said,

Do not suppose that I have come to bring peace to the earth.

I did not come to bring peace, but a sword.

For I have come to turn `a man against his father, a daughter against her mother, a daughter-in-law against her mother-in-law.

A man's enemies will be the members of his own household.'

Anyone who loves his father or mother more than me is not worthy of me.

To engulf the whole WORLD, brother against brother in bloodshed.

It's coming down fast,
MOTHERFUCKERS!!

The hair trigger is SET.

The ZIONISTS are not JEWS and have NUCLEAR CAPABILITIES.

Ever here of preemptive strikes?
Like Iraq's reactor?

The Iranian's are deep in thge ground.

Ground penetrating nukes give enormous amounts of fallout.

The shit will hit the fan and the US will turn on the zionists to be annihilated as per the plan.

As per Jeff here is the new blog directive to post links:

http://www.nkusa.org/
Neturei Karta - Orthodox Jews United Against Zionism

http://www.jewsnotzionists.org/
Jews Not Zionists

http://www.jewsagainstzionism.com/
True Torah Jews Against Zionism


ZIONISTS who have many jews and xians fooled are of a suicidal Massada mentality.

How much more proof to you need, if you only open your EYES WIDE SHUT, you will see what is unfolding.

The ME will soon be a wasteland, a glass parking lot.


The valkyries are described as bands of warrior-women only the leader of whom is ever named. She is invariably a human woman, the beautiful daughter of a great king, though she shares some of the supernatural abilities of her anonymous companions.


Ze waren ook boodschappers van Odin.

She saw valkyries
come from far and wide,
ready to ride
to
the great battle.

Skuld held a shield,
and Skögul was another,
Gunnr, Hildr, Göndul
and Geirskögul.


Our leader,
Freyja

2/11/2007 10:26:00 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

DESTROY THE INFRASTRUCTURE

Only the natural resources are needed.

A scorched earth policy is a military tactic which involves destroying anything that might be useful to the enemy while advancing through or withdrawing from an area.
Making the land inhospitable to live in.

The term refers to deny the enemy help although it is by no means limited and everthing is to be killed:

People, food stocks, and shelter, transportation, communications and industrial resources, which are often of equal or greater military value in modern warfare, as modern armies generally carry their own food supplies. The practice may be carried out by an army in enemy territory, or by an army in its own home territory.


The most recent was Israel in Lebanon.


CLUSTER BOMBS IN CIVILIAN AREAS
Zionists must think it is funny to have US demo teams clean up their messes.


The most extensive use of scorched earth tactics, however, was performed by the Germans during their retreat from the Soviet Union in 1944 and 1945.

In the American Civil War, General Sherman utilized this policy during his March to the Sea.

And the american's with depleted uraniun 238, salt the enimies and their children with dp poison.

These DP munitions were only to be used as a last defense to stop the RUSSIAN invasion of WESTERN Europe.
Of course the decided differently, many have died fron it and many more will.


Syria and Libya with Lebanon have been nuetralized.

IRAN IS NEXT.

Sabina

2/11/2007 10:47:00 AM  
Anonymous Devil's Advocate said...

"Doomsayer" Sabrina, et alia = Shrubawoman.

Same attitude.
Same politics.
Same spelling errors (most telltale).

He must have heard Helen Reddy's "I am woman hear me roar" one too many times.

That's what AM radio will do to you.
That's how they get you.
FM too.
Mantras for the mind-wash.

Astute observations by the Anonymous on the Prince Super Bowl halftime show. How about the huge sheet, wavering and lit up like faux flames, which served as the scrim on which the entire little satanic psycho drama was projected?

Just like the cave walls in Plato.
Keep your eyes focussed right there.
And if you're real good, ie. obedient and compliant, we will tell you what the mysteries are, or er ah....at least what we say they are supposed to be. Because we don't really know jack shit. We are just satanic assholes who want to rule the world. But pay no attention to that. Watch the screen.

And while you're watching, we'll take care of everything. Including you.

(aside) "Hey, grab his hands. I got his feet."

And that's how you'll be carried out the door. With one hand on your pud, the other holding a beer, a candy bar and some chips stuffed in your mouth, your eyes glued to the spectacle on the tube, put there by the same men who've got your hands and feet manacled and bound.

Your fate?

No.

Your choice.

Choose a better one.

2/11/2007 12:17:00 PM  
Blogger ericswan said...

IC..Shrub has a point. Birds in the house is a badddd omen.\

Oarwell. enjoyed your post.

Sabina.. I don't think you are reachable particularily since I think disinfo every time I see your work. But, and just maybe you are working your way through the veil. If you were on topic which seems to have been just what is going on with Smith and her recent demise, you might enquire just what is Jeff's post all about.

It's about the media and mind bending. It's about SOMA. The public was wall to wall with an astronaut gone astray. That story was dropped like a hot potato. Wonder why? Because the "press" had a hot story and the astronaut got bumped.

2/11/2007 12:58:00 PM  
Blogger iridescent cuttlefish said...

Oarwell,

Was that really you in that commentary? I'm thinking maybe--the constitutionalism, the Yeats, etc--but there was something very odd in your voice...no matter, I'll respond to whatever was animating the "you" in there. First off, I know I offended many sensibilities with that comment; I wasn't exactly comfortable writing it, either. Still, there were things worth saying, all of which have been misconstrued by the faithful.

I prefaced my revelation of this mysterious occurrence in my life with Clarke's Law for a reason. There may well be an explanation for what happened that is technical, rather than magical--I certainly hope so. The larger question raised by Clarke's Law(s--he went on to write 69 of them altogether) was whether the quality of the answer ultimately even matters. If the explanation becomes so deeply weird to our sensibilities, so fundamentally incomprehensible due to the limitations of our thinking and our experience, does it matter whether you call it magical or scientific? Those are very loaded words these days.

Scientific means clear cut, no nonsense, rational, authoritative even. And yet, what sorts of nonsense has science embraced? Heavier than air flight is impossible, incandescent lighting is impossible, etc, (seeWade's real world of science for some interesting examples). Further, it turns out that "science" has been serving empire all along. Half of all working scientists are directly employed by the military industrial complex. Whose agenda are they furthering? Science, the dispassionate, rational and noble search for truth, whatever it might reveal? Please. Here's another position, which I realize I've quoted here before, but it's the same "debate":

The mind-set of industrial culture is conditioned by the cult of scientism. The reductionist view that matter is the only reality has become the cultural "common-sense" view. This is not in fact what the scientific method says. Empirical science observes, measures, quantifies and performs tests on things, with the understanding that the "things" have to be matter or none of this could be done. The actual scientific method makes no comment on anything outside the realm of matter that it tests. What has happened is that the body of repeatable experiments and "scientific laws" (one must be aware there is much dubious material travelling under this banner) has been raised to the level of "truth" and dogma. Science has become the bible by which truth and reality is verified by a mass culture influenced by years of classroom conditioning. Love, creativity, hope, consciousness, in fact much of the real non-material reality of life and activity has been relegated to insignificance by the cult of science.

The quest for power (military and other) through science has become the central focus of the industrial empire. In the broad view, science is the means to power whereby the empire culture more efficiently extorts the life force of the planet. (Scientific agriculture does not concentrate on building the life of the soil; it concentrates on producing heavier tonnages for market). The reality that science is an integral component of the imperial social system is shown by the fact that more than half of the working scientists of the U.S. are employed in the military-industrial sector. This is hardly a dispassionate search for truth, as the propagandists would have it. The scientific establishment is deeply implicated in the social apparatus of coercion and death as a means of political control.

The control of the public definition of reality- what humans are, what nature is, even the definition of life itself- is not just a matter of scientific dialogue, it is an item of central importance to the power of empire itself. If the context of reality in the public mind is narrowed to a chemical reaction, people will more willingly march in lock step than if they were to realize the mystery, awe and immensity of reality. If the public is conditioned to believe that humans are with original sin, have an African primate genesis that is vicious and brutal, they will be more willing to agree to a military/police state. It will be just "common sense" to them that humans are so brutal that they can only be controlled by strong governmental force. If the public were to understand that each of us is a conscious being living within other conscious beings, such as Gaia, the whole life of the earth, the purpose of public life would change. This would threaten the status of the scientific/military/industrial elites who now control and profit from the production of material goods and the control of money.


The answers you get will depend in large part on the questions you ask. To reduce my questions about the role of consciousness to that stupid objectivist/subjectivist dialectic is to avoid the question, not answer it. Talbot's holographic universe, Goswami's self-aware universe, and the the worldviews presented by all the great thinkers who refused to buy into the swindle that materialism is the fullest (and only) explanation of all that is cannot be reduced to this crap about objective reality trumping fuzzy-headed hedonist relativism.

That Mo Ho takes it even further, suggesting that the lies and misrepresentations of Bush and the world-killers are the same sort of magical thinking in which I was engaging. That was beyond stupid. Tell you what, are you guys willing to take your position to its logical conclusion? Follow this link to Daniel Pozzner's Returning to Eden, where he explains how utopias are impossible, egalitarianism is deadly, and only free market capitalism and big business paternalism can provide any measure of "freedom," that ephemeral, intangible (and therefore not really real) quality.

Pouzzner is an excellent case in point. He throws around that magical thinking meme more than anyone I've ever seen, loaded with more self-righteous contempt than one would think humanly possible. He also has this website devoted to fighting the New World Order you guys might be interested in. Don't look into his affiliation with the Wall Street Journal, though, or his attacks on America-haters like Howard Zinn and Michael Zezima--you might get the impression that he's saying one thing while doing another. After all, everyone knows that egalitarianism and elitism are on the same end of the liberty spectrum, right? (It says so right here in my 1962 edition of What You Should Know About Communism and Why--Pouzzner's source material. Sorry, boys, but things are not always as they first may seem.)

Shrub,

I don't know that my bird experience has any symbolic meaning, but thanks for the thought. If you're looking for some symbolism that means something, you might try Amazing Grace--you are a movie buff, no? If you want something other than white guys arguing with each other about unimportant things, try visiting my darker brothers over at Prometheus 6, another blog I bother with my magical thinking from time to time.

Ericswan,

So what am I supposed to do, follow Shrub's advice and prepare to meet my makers? Consult the fortune-teller at the next carnival? I mean really, what's the point of talking about it as an omen, when you praise the thinking of the guys who just shat on any possibility of anything outside of Los Alamos being real? I think I'll just keep on as I have; if I die tomorrow, at least I got to talk with interesting people on the way. Occasionally.

Peace at all youse guys.

Stay rigorous, friends (but don't confuse it with inflexible.)

2/11/2007 01:11:00 PM  
Anonymous No Rest for the Bejugged said...

Let's try to get back to the topic here.

The death of Anna Nicole teaches us a few things:

1. Stay in the trailer park. Look at those foolish rich people. If you want that world of glitz and glamour, you'll have to pay the price. Aren't you just satisfied to watch it and have it fed to you? Be satified with your nothing life.

2. Glamour, and big jugs, especially, can blast open doors for you. If you aren't buxomly beautiful like Anna Nicole, you ain't worth nothing. Look, she got a rich guy, you can't.

3. Women are just playthings and objects. Know your place, girlies.

4. White female celebrities, especially blondes, are the only important people in this country. I'm still waiting for a black Jon-Benet.

To sum: Look everyone, you are all losers, you are nothing and all you can do is watch. Powerless? Can't get it all? Don't you want it?

Doesn't this make ya'll feel good??

---No Rest for the BeJugged

2/11/2007 02:02:00 PM  
Anonymous Shrubageddon said...

Whoa, wait just a second, IC. You asked for opinions on what the bird thing might have meant...and I gave my honest opinion. For the record, I gave you no advice, as you just asserted. It was just an idea, a theory, you can do with it what you like. Obviously, you have chosen to disregard the notion and forge ahead....knowing you like I now know you I would expect nothing less......just as I expect the same from The Masses in response to your pet theories and philosophies that you posit here.....meaning they will shrug it off just as you have my theory.

Please don't project on me your disdain for Oarwell's characterization of your thinking. I happen to like your thinking...in case you haven't noticed. Oarwell's an intellectual snob....you're not. You are obviously extremely intelligent and adroitly articulate....and you manage to exude these qualities without the usually attendant pompasity. That's something I most respect about you.

2/11/2007 02:33:00 PM  
Blogger iridescent cuttlefish said...

Sorry, Shrub. I wasn't trying to react toward the notion of my imminent demise with the kind of aggression you perceived. As you know, I'm a very calm person, generally speaking. I didn't mean to lump your comment in with all those which took it upon themselves to lecture me about the nature of reality.

I am, however, very much interested in the legacy of the abolitionists (who've been disparaged here recently as just another in the endless list of illuminati dupes. But that's not magical thinking, now is it?)

Turns out that human slavery is back on the rise. On that note I wrote (before I saw your last comment):

And while you're watching the trailer to Amazing Grace, you might want to ponder the lyrics to XTC's Human Alchemy:

An alchemy, human alchemy
We stole them from their freedom to be sold
To turn their skins of black into the skins
Of brightest gold
An alchemy, human alchemy

We stoked the fires of trade with human coals
And made our purses from the flailed skins of
Purest souls
An alchemy, human alchemy

Other lands became a larder full of all the good things
All we had to do was go and take
Blood the colour rain that grew our wicked harvest
Black the colour icing on our cake
An alchemy, human alchemy

We stole their babes and mothers, chiefs and braves
Although we held the whip, you knew we were
The real slaves
To alchemy, human alchemy

Alchemy, human alchemy


Or, still in the XTC vein, their version of All Along The Watchtower is as interesting as Frank Zappa's Stairway To Heaven Cover. The common thread in all this is the rejection of the official story in all its guises, which seems to have rubbed some the wrong way. I was not attempting to replace the old mumbo-jumbo with newer varieties; I was only trying to make sense of the unexpected intrusion of the strange into my life.

Serves me right, I suppose, for looking under old rocks clearly marked "Don't Look Here."

2/11/2007 03:12:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Anna Nicole Smith's (DEAD) son must be brought up from the grave and blood tested, he is most likely her new baby's father!
Will the court order Anna Nicole Smith's son to be brought up from his grave and blood tested because he may be her new baby's father, and not the photographer in Los Angeles and not her lawyer/
Anna Nicole Smith's lawyer has been trying to convince people that he is really the father of her new baby.
Is it possible that this is a cover-up? Is it possible that her son,
who died soon after her baby was born,
may be the real father?
http://estrecho.indymedia.org/newswire/display/67282/index.php

Also……….
Then there's Elton John, who's been in a bit of a pissing match of late with Keith Richards, who accused him of making a living off of "dead blondes."
http://www.salon.com/music/sharps/1997/11/05sharps.html

2/11/2007 05:15:00 PM  
Anonymous Tommy Lasorda said...

I was under the impression that these people/person were/was permanently taken out of the starting rotation and placed on the DL for the rest of the season.

Guess not.

How´s that tear in the rotator cuff coming along Wells?

Sam and I used to have linguini together all the time at the The Godfather in San Diego.

You forgot to mention that if it wasn´t for Sam and Frank that rich fucking prick mick would have lost the election in ´60 to that paranoid ugly sonabitch Nixon.

Ciao.

2/11/2007 06:05:00 PM  
Anonymous Tommy Lasorda said...

I was under the impression that these people/person were/was permanently taken out of the starting rotation and placed on the DL for the rest of the season.

Guess not.

How´s that tear in the rotator cuff coming along Wells?

Sam and I used to have linguini together all the time at the The Godfather in San Diego.

You forgot to mention that if it wasn´t for Sam and Frank that rich fucking prick mick would have lost the election in ´60 to that paranoid ugly sonabitch Nixon.

Ciao.

2/11/2007 06:06:00 PM  
Anonymous Johnny Roselli said...

Roll out the barrel, we'll have a barrel of fun
Roll out the barrel, we've got the blues on the run
Zing boom tararrel, ring out a song of good cheer
Now's the time to roll the barrel, for the gang's all here


Momo should have known better than to cook sausages with his back to the door. What da fuck...they woulda got him anutha way if not dat way. At least dey didn't stuff him in a barrel likes dey did me.

2/11/2007 08:52:00 PM  
Anonymous [(MojoMojoMojo)11]to the 99th power said...

I.C. wrote: you might get the impression that he's saying one thing while doing another.

Well, if that ain't the meme of the century, not to mention the overarching meme of this blog, and of Irritable Cudgelfist's whole writing endeavor, of the whole freakin' enchilada itself, then, well, I'm a monkey's uncle..........

Oh shit, I just took a look at one of my nephews. But really, he's an ex-nephew, because I divorced the woman who's sister is his mother many, many dark moons ago.

Whew!!! It's still true.

And yes, IC (hey, add a KE to that and you get ICKE), you are a sophist, meaning one who engages in sophistry, to the nth degree.

And trust me, that ain't no compliment. To say the least.

And while we're at it:

Pssst.....there's no god but God.

2/11/2007 08:57:00 PM  
Anonymous Tommy Lasorda said...

Look, Wells, I didn´t mean no disrespect by double posting here...frankly, I´ve had a little too much vino tonite. Jeff, look, I´m not like these muscle bound enforcers like Rosselli ok? It takes brains to manage in the Majors, right? But this stuff about Frank and especially Sammy...well, it ain´t right Jeff...Sammy was like an older brother to me Jeff...look, I don´t mean no disrespect by swearing, it´s Sunday after all...but everybody makes mistakes Jeffrey ok? That´s why we have confession ok? Look...Jeff...Sammy had a lot of problems ok? But he was a good guy Jeff, ok? So, I think it would be better if you´d mind your own business and forget about all these old stories about Frank and Sammy...ok? Back when I was with the Dodgers we dug up enough dirt in the bullpen ok...alright kid? Look, just forget about all this old stuff and I´ll send you an autographed Fernando Valenzuela jersey ok kid? Jeff, you seem like a good kid with a bright future ahead of you, so just take it easy about the old days, ok?

Ciao.

2/11/2007 09:28:00 PM  
Anonymous Oarwell said...

IC, brandishing his entrenching tool like some steroid-swilling Rousseau-on-a-rampage, retorts:

"Scientific means clear cut, no nonsense, rational, authoritative even. And yet, what sorts of nonsense has science embraced? Heavier than air flight is impossible, incandescent lighting is impossible, etc, (seeWade's real world of science for some interesting examples). Further, it turns out that "science" has been serving empire all along. Half of all working scientists are directly employed by the military industrial complex. Whose agenda are they furthering? Science, the dispassionate, rational and noble search for truth, whatever it might reveal? Please."

Please? You liked Albert Hoffman's scientific handiwork, didn't you? Even with those pesky dreams Al was having, "serendipity favors the prepared mind." And Herr Bayer's work? Ausgezeichnet, ja?

I think you're confusing bad scientists with good scientists. All the "scientists" who said things like heavier-than-air flight is impossible were limited in their thinking, surely, as proven by...the airplane. Even if virtually the entire scientific consensus on a given subject is wrong, it's just a matter of bad science, not of "science is bad." Two very different things.

It's only a matter of time before good science wins out over bad science. That's what I've always liked about science (although I can't admit to "liking science" in the academic sense): small universes (hypotheses) get "tested" and small truths found out. And it really can and does work that way, in thousands of labs across the world. Someone comes up with an idea, derives a null hypothesis, and designs an experiment to test it. A lot of it boils down to watching paint dry, and one has to be careful with the statistics, but things do get shown to be true and not true.


Second, that scientists are suborned by money, and even, in some cases, by evil, does not refute the Scientific Method of Claud Bernard, or the rules of logic. I am probably more of a Luddite than you would guess, but that does not mean I reject science, per se. It is hard to make war on facts, probably harder than to make war on terror.

We cannot blame "science," ie., the objective analysis of physical properties, for the outcome, whether it's raster guns being employed to broadcast "American Idol" or carbon hexaflouride being used in gaseous diffusion pumps to make weapons-grade uranium. To argue that raster guns or flourine chemistry is "the work of some devil" is silly: it's the use to which the science is put to which we object, not the fact that PV=nRT, or f=Ma, or whatever.

One can be left in the awkward position of using quantum theory, which is science, to argue for a holographic universe which, oh by the way, makes science useless, and hardly differentiable from "magic."

Any science sufficiently advanced appears to be magic, to paraphrase somebody famous.

Scientism, you'll agree, is something different than science, just as religion is something different than spirituality (if I may offer a probably unhelpful analog). When unthinking scientism ("without chemicals, life would be boring and dangerous") is wedded to soulless, rapacious corporatism, we all know to bar the door against the sure-to-arrive Frankensteins. But some science works, I think we'd agree, and it works because it utilizes an internal logic which is in accord with the framework of our material world.

Point 3: Materialism is not objectivity. Materialism, as I think of it, says "what you see is what you've got." The guy with the grinmouth slamming the steak down his gullet, grease running down his chin (yum), is, in his joie de bouef, indulging in materialism: he is hardly thinking of the carbon atoms making up the steak, or of quarks or bosons or string theory or holographic properties of electron space. To be satisfied with the surface is to be a materialist.

But objectivity (not Objectivism, dear God) insists on something different, methinks--that knowledge (human conscious apprehension, if you will) depends on accurately assaying the world, including the bosons and just maybe the string orchestrations. There is a dichotomy, yes, between materialism and spiritualism, but it is not quite the same dichotomy that exists between objectivism/subjectivism.

I like Magritte's take, that "If the dream is a translation of waking life, waking life is also a translation of the dream."

That dreams exist does not deny that science can exist in pure form. Believing scientists to be saints is a fool's belief.

Here's an odd website, "Jesuits in Science," doesn't seem to be a lampoon, either:

http://www.jesuitsinscience.org/

For those whose taste run more to the surreal (in colloquial argot, "fer the longhairs"), here's a nice bit of Magritte's work set to Rachmaninov:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8QID0a_Wqqc

Still thinking about the bird. Whatever it might mean, you saved the life of the bird, and that, hologram or no, was a good thing.

And just kidding about the entrenching tool.

2/11/2007 10:06:00 PM  
Anonymous Dr. Bombay said...

"We must remember..at the end
of the day we all share the
same earth, breath the same air,
and we are all mortal.."
J.F.K.

2/11/2007 10:34:00 PM  
Anonymous Oarwell said...

Whatever was Frank thinking?

"Let's have a little fun with but still do a respectful version of what is, despite its cult-like popularity, a respectable song,

or...

Let's give Cleveland exactly what they want at a rock show, which is 'Stairway to Heaven?'"

And that show was in 1988, long after signs were bolted to walls of guitar shops everywhere saying "NO Stairway to Heaven!" Heck, by 1988 they also had signs that said "NO Eruption!" Playing Stairway to Heaven was the rock equivalent of doing, straight-faced, a Lawrence Welk number, and expecting people to kind of tap their feet and say "hey, that was great."

It was very Magritte: "N'est pas un Zeppelin."

2/11/2007 10:37:00 PM  
Anonymous Maggie Picard said...

As I recall the story, Dorothy Kilgallin (sp?) interviewed Marilyn Monroe - who had been a lover to both JFK and RFK - shortly before her death, phoned her newspaper to say she had the story of the century. But she was killed in a highway accident on her way back. It's not unreasonable to suppose that one of the Kennedy brothers or their handlers had her killed to keep her out of their hair.

2/12/2007 01:23:00 AM  
Blogger iridescent cuttlefish said...

Okay, Oarwell, that was a little more open, a little more flexible. Thanks. Now let's see if you're up for some real limbo. (Although first I'd better address Frank's Stairway Adventure--yeah, he probably did it just because it was the last thing anyone would have expected, or...maybe he had a precognitive dream about Anna Nicole Smith and the reaction that her death would engender among cynical armchair theorists.) Back to the news:

Have you considered the possibility that this objectivity you value so much is illusory? I hadn't really intended to get all the way down into first causes and how we know what we know, but even in your more moderate response you exhibited an undeniable faith in progress, specifically in the progress afforded by science. This disturbs me to no end, first because of my initial complaint, that the mechanistic worldview of science is inaccurate, incapable of offering any meaningful explanation of life (including its most important aspects: love, consciusness and creativity) and worst of all, this mechanistic/materialistic foundation is the basis for the process which is killing us. Dominance.

In A BALANCED ACCOUNT OF THE WORLD: A Critical Look at the Scientific Worldview, from Insurgent Desire, a Green/Anarchist webring, we read:

The origin of modern science in the 16th and 17th centuries corresponds with the origins of modern capitalism and the industrial system. From the beginning, the worldview and
methods of science have fit in perfectly with the need of the capitalist social system to dominate nature and the vast majority of human beings. Francis Bacon made it clear that science was not an attempt to understand nature as it is, but to dominate it in order to twist it to the ends of humanity—in this case meaning the current rulers of the social order. In this light, science must necessarily be subjected to social analysis by anyone claiming to call the present social reality into question.


The short essay goes on to explain in excruciating detail how objectivity in science is a cherished myth from which we need to be disabused if we're to have any hope of saving our asses and the world of which they are a part. You acknowledge the possibility that science controlled by corporate interests could yield unsavory results--I'd throw it back with this note attached: there is no science free of corporate control. If you'd like some proof of this, I'll dig up prodigious supporting material, but let's for now look at the problem another way.

In addition to science being out of focus due to its patently false foundation (the notion of a clockwork universe) and the predatory nature of corporate science, there's this other strange problem: the weight of tradition. Science's complete inability to make an abrupt about-face and say, "God, were we fucking stupid, or what?" Here to explain how that works is Don Cruse in Hard Wired: How ‘Mechanism’ has Deceived Science:

Consider the following. Noam Chomsky, who is surely among our best minds, has argued that the human brain is a ‘mechanism’ that is “hard wired” for speech. This observation has now begun a trend of sorts, allowing others to argue that the brain is “hard wired” to do many other things, including oddly enough ‘to believe in God’. The question is of course — who or what did all that hard wiring? To claim that it was all an evolutionary accident, and yet continue to use intentional and volitional language in explaining how it all works, is to resort to logical folly on a grand scale. No wonder Darwin once wrote in a letter to a friend: Often a cold shudder has run through me, and I have asked myself whether I may not have devoted myself to a fantasy.

When even our best minds continue to use the notion of a ‘mechanistic universe’ in this way, is it because no one has really stopped to think the matter through? Or because, now that so many reputations are at stake, to rectify it, as we surely must as our minds evolve, will prove to be traumatic in the extreme?

In an age of Cover Your Ass and credentials defined by the particular letters after your name and funding for experimentation coming almost exclusively from bottom line bottom-feeders and full spectrum dominance labs & think tanks, do you really imagine that some independent scientist is going to be able to come along and say, "Hey, you know what? The universe isn't really a machine after all, and the way we've been going about our business, even down to the objectivity we claim as the central tenet of our methodology is, well, a fairy tale"?

I suppose there's always Rupert Sheldrake to point to as a scientist who's done pretty much that, but let's see...how has the establishment reacted to old Rupert? Oh, yeah, they want to burn his books! Well, the pressures of being such enlightened individuals must take their toll on even the best of them. It's a good thing we can at least rest assured that science is never suppressed, distorted or forced to comply with the agenda of a world-killing elite that would rather kill us all than relinquish one quantum particle of its earthly power. Not that any such elites really exist, of course...

Anyone could put "failure of the mechanistic worldview" in a search engine and come up with the following, but if anyone's interested in some great reading on the subject, a brief list that I've read follows. But before you do, you might want to take a little test of your assumptions, since you'll only get out of something new what you're willing to give up of something old (when it comes to things like ideas, at any rate). This little test was brought to you by the folks at The Holistic World View.It's called What are your assumptions?

Reading List
(or, why the world is not a machine and scientists are not only not objective, but are actually whores like the rest of the servants of the Empire who don't really care about much beyond feeding themselves and their egos):

~~~Insurgent Desire, The Online Green Anarchy Archive (especially Enemy of the State, an interview with John Zerzan)

~~~The Reconstructive Post-Modern Worldview, by David Ray Griffin (November 14-19, 1999 [pre 9/11!])

~~~The Living Farm, by John Ikerd, Professor Emeritus
University of Missouri

~~~Participation, Organization, and Mind: Toward a Participatory Worldview, by David Skrbina

2/12/2007 01:31:00 AM  
Anonymous Silverfox said...

Well IC...

Beyond your own mental state in the moments that preceded that peculiar incident, there's little else that might seemingly explain it...hmmm?

Seems clear and intuitive enough to the child's mind that you managed to cause whatever it was that happened.

It might be more interesting to know what that child actually feels about what occured or seemed to take place.

Not the events "reality" in any normal sense but what kind of potent imaginings came along with it that children themselves just naturally take for granted or won't speak of to us about for fear of our disapproval. Not what it is but what it "means" to them...hmmmm?

We all had that ability once untill we were finally taught to deny and completely suppress it, since there's no room for it in this so-called "real world" we've grown up in...hmmm?

Now you obviously had some youthfull thoughts and notions that you literally "gave wings to" a very long time ago.

Altogether "meaningfull" thoughts and feelings that have some genuine importance and significance but very little space for them to land and take form if you cannot figure out a way to create it for them.

That they might actually take shape and briefly land on your carpet or silently stare you in the eye before you dismissed them again doesn't necessarily seem all that very odd or even out of place to me under the circumstances.

You were, after all, the one that has been leaving the "window open" in your mind for them to more or less "pop in and out of it", so to speak, in such a fashion.

Now I realize that such a literal interpretation might sound somewhat bizarre but that is really beside the point.

Any supposedly "rational explanation" will explain exactly nothing besides whatever physical reality the event seemed to possess or any number of supposedly "real circumstances" that might have "somehow" given rise to it..."accidentally", of course.

But the other little matter of the event itself having or conveying some deeper meaning to you will not only remain untouched, it will also be denied any real possibility of existing in that exercise.

The "why?" if you will, the experience itself came to you in that relatively private moment and what you were thinking about when it did, or why it should be a child that would and could share it with you.

It seems to me that there's plenty of meaning to be seen and understood from it if you are simply willing to be open and accepting of it...

that you are trying to both "show and tell" yourself something important by way of and through it even though feeling somewhat fearfull or perhaps even childish about doing so.

However you may wish to try and steer your way around it, you do "know" you caused or invited the experience to happen at some level and you were most directly involved and affected by it or you wouldn't have mentioned it.

That's about as straightforward an assessment as I can make of what you have said but you alone will have determine what to make of it. All I can suggest is to simply trust and follow your feelings and see where they lead.

If you can change the way you look at things the things you look at will indeed change.

2/12/2007 03:40:00 AM  
Anonymous Oarwell said...

IC wrote:

"No wonder Darwin once wrote in a letter to a friend: Often a cold shudder has run through me, and I have asked myself whether I may not have devoted myself to a fantasy."

The reading at Mass yesterday included the Pauline text: (paraphrasing) "if Christ is not raised from the dead than there are none so pitiable as Christians, with their foolish beliefs."

Doubts creep in everywhere, I guess.

You asked, have I ever considered that this whole world is illusion? Of course I have. No one gets through beginner's philosophy without being confronted with that notion. But do I believe the world is an illusion?

Absolutely not.

Now, I do believe that everything underlying "matter" is a kind of energy, occurring at a small, complex, protean level, and I do believe that, ultimately, interactions at that level may have both local and universal effects as well as "causes."

But that does not change much for me, living in a world of sand and water and plants, unless a scientist figures out a way to change it.

Your hatred of corporations and cant is blinding you, I think, to what science really is.

I'm not talking about "exploitation of science," or "falsification of science," or any other awful transgressions. I'm talking about the day-to-day testing of hypotheses that occurs.

A woman in a lab at UC Loma Linda or wherever, looking to see if some coenzyme effects cell membrane permeability in the presence of apoprotein B, is not really being dominated by corporate control. She is only looking to see if the the coenzyme causes an effect. She will run her experiment, and, if it is decent, get it published in a peer-reviewed journal.

If her experimental design is flawed, other scientists, experts in apoprotein B coenzyme research, will critique it.

Even if her experiment fails, she will still try to get it published. That is how scientists say "were we fucking stupid or what?" They actually publish articles saying that their experiments failed, ie.

THAT THEY COULDN'T PROVE THE NULL HYPOTHESIS.

Now, you're going to say that the woman in the lab at UC Loma Linda wouldn't be funded if not for evil Gloppo Inc., which is seeking only to market for profit a cell membrane stabilizer.

That is true (although a lot of science still gets funded by governement and institutional committee, more impartial, although not entirely so), but does not change what the woman is doing: testing a small question, whether X exerts and effect on Y.

We're so used to the benefits of science that we dismiss it as technology. The tech behind Youtube is way more complicated than I can fathom, but I guess it's science, right? How about the tech behind Jimi's flanger, or the tech behind the electricity that powered his Marshall's at Fillmore East when he slammed out Machine Gun?

All the tech is based on science, my friend.

Don't knock science. Knock the maniacs who misuse science, the guys like Brin who really do entertain false notions of scientific utility.

They make of a god not science, but man.

They think man wise enough in every instance to control the genie, once out of the bottle.

Or they want the genie to serve them, kill people, control peoples.

That is wrong, and can be evil.

But all the science is doing is exploring how this "illusory" world works.

The world is not an illusion, IC. People can "change reality" all the time, but the reality they change is only the reality occuring in human interactions, in human society.

The only way to change non-human reality, say, that copper-containing ore or that yonder asteroid, is with science.

It amazes me that people confuse these things.

Yesterday the NYT had a front-pager on some paleontologist who is (shudder) a "believer," and how he uses his faith to explore the world God has made.

I guess you would argue that he is deluded on 2 counts: the world of dino bones and rocks is an illusion, and there is no anthropomorphic "god."

But if the bones are an illusion, why are they there? Who dreamt up dinosaur bones?

You can't have it both ways, IC. You can't answer "evolution" if "evolution" is also an illusion.

Or is "evolution" a science?

You did say that we should take home the message that there is no science without corporate control.

What am I to believe? That Darwinian evolution is corporate controlled?

Or that it is an exploration of something which is, at best, an illusion?

Signed,

Your electro Pal,

Jorge Oarwell

2/12/2007 09:41:00 AM  
Anonymous Oarwell said...

George Berkeley was an interesting figure, and from this Wiki article I see that he was, in fact, a religious subjectivist.

"As a young man, Berkeley theorized that individuals cannot know if an object is, individuals can only know if an object is perceived by a mind. He stated that individuals cannot think or talk about an object's being but rather think or talk about an object's being perceived by someone; individuals cannot know any "real" object or matter "behind" the object as they perceive it, which "causes" their perceptions. He thus concludes that all that individuals know about an object is their perception of it.

Under his empiricism, the object individuals perceive is the only object that they know and experience. If individuals need to speak at all of the "real" or "material" object, the latter in particular being a confused term which Berkeley sought to dispose of, it is this perceived object to which all such names should exclusively refer.

This raises the question whether this perceived object is "objective" in the sense of being "the same" for fellow humans, in fact if even the concept of other human beings, beyond individual perception of them, is valid. Berkeley argues that since an individual experiences other humans in the way they speak to him —something which is not originating from any activity of his own —and since they learn that their view of the world is consistent with his, he can believe in their existence and in the world being identical or similar for everyone.

It follows that:

Any knowledge of the empirical world is to be obtained only through direct perception.

Error comes about through thinking about what individuals perceive.

Knowledge of the empirical world of people and things and actions around them may be purified and perfected merely by stripping away all thought, and with it language, from their pure perceptions.

From this it follows that:

The ideal form of scientific knowledge is to be obtained by pursuing pure de-intellectualized perceptions.

If individuals would pursue these, we would be able to obtain the deepest insights into the natural world and the world of human thought and action which is available to man.

The goal of all science, therefore, is to de-intellectualize or de-conceptualize, and thereby purify, human perceptions.

Theologically, one consequence of Berkeley's views is that they require God to be present as an immediate cause of all our experiences. God is not the distant engineer of Newtonian machinery that in the fullness of time led to the growth of a tree in the university's quadrangle. Rather, my perception of the tree is an idea that God's mind has produced in mine, and the tree continues to exist in the Quad when "nobody" is there simply because God is an infinite mind that perceives all.

The philosophy of David Hume concerning causality and objectivity is an elaboration of another aspect of Berkeley's philosophy.

Over a century later Berkeley's thought experiment was summarised in a limerick and reply by Ronald Knox;

There was a young man who said "God
Must think it exceedingly odd
If he finds that this tree
Continues to be
When there's no one about in the Quad."

"Dear Sir, your astonishment's odd;
I am always about in the Quad
And that's why this tree
Will continue to be
Since observed by Yours faithfully, God."

In reference to Berkeley's philosophy, Dr. Samuel Johnson kicked a heavy stone and exclaimed, "I refute it thus." A philosophical empiricist might reply that the only thing that Dr. Johnson knew about the stone was what he saw with his eyes, felt with his foot, and heard with his ears. That is, the existence of the stone consisted exclusively of Dr. Johnson's perceptions. It might be possible that Dr. Johnson had actually kicked an unusually grey tree stump, or perhaps that a sudden attack of arthritis had flared up just when he was about to kick a random patch of grass with a painting of a rock. Whatever the stone really was, apart from the sensations that he felt and the ideas or mental pictures that he perceived, was completely unknown to him. The kicked stone existed, ultimately, as an idea in his mind, nothing more and nothing less."

I think the bird was on the floor, had been there for hours, days, was weak and tired and that's why it didn't struggle. You didn't see it before for the same reason the "indians" didn't see Columbus' ships: there wasn't supposed to be a bird on the floor, so you couldn't see it, it not being large enough, loud enough or colorful enough to break through the "no bird on floor" norm.

2/12/2007 10:13:00 AM  
Anonymous Shrubageddon said...

I think the bird was on the floor, had been there for hours, days, was weak and tired and that's why it didn't struggle. You didn't see it before for the same reason the "indians" didn't see Columbus' ships: there wasn't supposed to be a bird on the floor, so you couldn't see it, it not being large enough, loud enough or colorful enough to break through the "no bird on floor" norm.

Finally, through all the fluff and falderal, you address the issue of the bird, explicitly and directly.

Your theory is as plausible as any. I like it.

Your belief in the Christ seems to bely your words to IC. It's a shame science can't prove God, or Jesus, isn't it?

2/12/2007 10:32:00 AM  
Anonymous little man said...

Not to be a 'thread-within-a-thread' maker, but Frank's "Stairway" is taken out of context, when veiwed by itself. It was part of a three song encore that fetured 'silly songs that people found had 'spooky' elements to'. Besides "Stairway", the '88 band played:
The Beatles "I Am The Walrus"
and
Revel's "Bolero"
Sorry about that. Just thought it should be clatified.

2/12/2007 11:12:00 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hi,

I am Sabina, I am a dutch-american.I have lived in the USA and Holland.
I have dual citizenship.

I hate the US Bush regime now more than ever for their campaign of TERROR.

I live in Holland now to escape the war on the people which we the people do not support here.

Here in Holland are many moslems whose time is almost up, soon we will drive them out and their blood will flow in the streets, unless they leave soon, they will fight and lose everything.They set this up to create a war.

As a matter of fact due to the ruling dutch government, The CHRISTIAN DEMOCRATS we are pawns because they do the bidding of the US they are lackeys.


In 5 years they have set us back 50 years or more with their xian bullshit,
self rightous ways of HATE of what they understand not.

They Killed Pim Furtuyn, because he was against the status quo, he dared to suggest that drugs should be legal, destroying the illegal drug pipeline of the AIVD, CIA,
MI5 cabal with roots to the VOC of the past.

Nederlanders will not further support US sponsored MILITARY ACTIONS, but the politicians are not listening to the people only the USA government who know how to manipulate small countries.
And the people suffer and die for the politicians.

If my typos bother you, try typing to me in DUTCH, ok?

My english is much better than your dutch, my typos mean nothing except to the petty, anal fools seeking to attack me.


I have lived in many places.
In america and europe.

Have you ever been out of you state, or country?

I have an insight you lack, as you are localized.

You think women are weak.
If you think women cannot fight , look to the russians and even the israelis who train all members of society to KILL.
I have done military service and know how to kill when there is good reason to do so.

The training stays with you forever.

I like knives, all kinds and like Angelina Jolie enjoy collecting them.

The SOG Bowie S1 features a SK-5 carbon steel Bowie blade, equipped with hollow grinds for a more lethal performance. The stacked leather handle is highly polished and securely fit to a steel guard and pommel, adding to the durability and high-performance handling of this knife.
This Knife,
It has no peers.

I have fired also MP5's, UZI's , M16's with the 203 rocket grenades.
and the new AK Series from the 47 up to the 101 model, which is very accurate.

We shot 100 round drums in upstate NY, in our secret training areas till the barrel glowed and the wood stock burned.



The HK91 is my favorite and is a deadly weapon in proficient hands such as mine.

The remington/mossberg pumps 12 gauges are good for house clearing loaded with BB's and 30cal. buckshot.

I am proficient with all handguns, I love the GLOCK model 30 in 45 acp. my favorite concealed weapon a manstopper mini cannon.

As I came to the Nederlands I was in shock, as I believed we the Americans were free, but that is a lie.
Unfortunately since 911 things here are also going downhill fast.
Rights are diminishing everyday, they say it is for the bad ones only.
In effect it is for us all.

But , now the Christian democrats in five years are trying to set us back 50 years in time, not only in america but in Holland too.

The 911 scare here has caused hatred like never before, the us government tries to control us, we GIVE THEM LIP SERVICE.

We have coffee shops to buy marijauna and top grade hashish.

Prostitution is legal and their are no serial murders here like in america where sex is made to be dirty.

Pleasure is a crime in christian run america.
You in america are subjected to laws that make no sense and are mostly ignored, till you get busted.


Another glamour queen dies,
The media whores love this FLUFF story shit.
These girls are only high paid call girls selling their looks for decadance and wealth.
The are just prostitutes and their is no sin in that, only in the two faced men who think they are better which is a lie they tell themselves to feel better

The JEWISH RUN MEDIA uses these stories as distraction from the wholesale murders you will see not on TV or from your backyards.

Sound bites and 1 minute synopsis effectively hide the facts.
They hide the blood from the people.
Just feel good you are safe, what a lie.

Vicariously felt or enjoyed through imagined participation in the experience of others: a vicarious thrill.

The media creates larger than life creatures just to destroy them, it is their job.

The list of people are endless who are built up to be ultimatly destroyed.
This beauty was just another plaything for the rich who abuse US, giving us empty promises and no LOVE.

We desire LOVE, and are vulnerable to those who are not loving, but only seeking power.

History loop shows this over and over.

Most people here at RI think they are so fucking smart.

The fact is the are no better off then a mental patient in Belevue staying out the window as the world passes them by.

Knowledge heeded can save and help many.

You apathetic hearts will not lift a finger, only to point blame, which is never yours.

Life is short and you waste it foolishly, when you could be getting prepared for your DEATH which will surely come.

I challenge any of you to go head to head with me.

I love Satan who with the demons protect us from you and these predators.

He wants us to grow and do for ourselves, independant of his help, for we are not weak and pleading to him when we have the POWER in ourselves to think, do and respond.

Disregard the fluff.

You know more now about me now,

I have a right to express myself,

An will as I see fit,

doei,
Sabina

2/12/2007 01:15:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Thinking for yourself and not being told what you should think.

Well, our minds are the battleground for rival gangs of programmers. Everywhere we go, programmers are competing for our attention and throughout our life we have been subjected to programming from society in general, our immediate family, religions, corporations, the media, politicians, pop-culture, etc., etc.

We are programmed to think and act a certain way and society is programmed to view us a certain way.
Let's say that you have developed the capacity to "detach yourself from the flow of events" and to "draw your own conclusions", minimizing the influence of external stimuli.

And let's say that you stop to think after observing your own behavior patterns. You decide that you are not happy with your past and present patterns, and you realize what you want your future behavior patterns to be like.

You are now becoming a master of your own "subjective" mind- external programming is losing its effect on you. However, you still have to contend with society and with external stimuli (people) that are programmed to view you in a certain way.

In order to transition from "subjective" transformation (within your mind) to the "objective" manifestation (independent of your mind) of your new desired patterns, you will have to fight and reprogram [or neutralize] everyone you encounter that is programmed to view you in a certain way.

FLUSH YOUR TOILET OF SHIT

think for yourselfs,
Sabina

2/12/2007 01:26:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

FUCK with a big black dildo!!!!

Jij bent en boeren lul!!!


DEVIL's ADVOCATE EAT SHIT AND DIE

you are NOW cursed and you will not have to wait long, SUCKER.

I will show you the power I have.
You shall belief in fear and horror.

Sabina

2/12/2007 01:34:00 PM  
Anonymous Helen Reddy said...

You go, girl!!

2/12/2007 01:45:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

EVAN PALMER is a loser period

Devils fake advocate is a homo faggot who sucks cum.

We are going to do a ritual in your names.

Any others want a to see the power of Satan first hand?

Please leave your auras we can find you by your words as they have power.

Soon the Moon is in capricorn.

Moon in Capricorn
When the moon is in Capricorn, this is another excellent time for black magickal workings. This is a "ruthless" moon sign. Workings ruled by the malefic planet Saturn are favored at this time.



In the Name Of SATAN, so moet it be,
Sabina and the queen of the
sexymaenads

2/12/2007 01:49:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

EVAN PALMER is a loser period

Devils fake advocate is a homo faggot who sucks cum.

We are going to do a ritual in your names.

Any others want a to see the power of Satan first hand?

Please leave your auras we can find you by your words as they have power.

Soon the Moon is in capricorn.

Moon in Capricorn
When the moon is in Capricorn, this is another excellent time for black magickal workings. This is a "ruthless" moon sign. Workings ruled by the malefic planet Saturn are favored at this time.



In the Name Of SATAN, so moet it be,
Sabina and the queen of the
sexymaenads

2/12/2007 01:49:00 PM  
Anonymous Don Sutton said...

Tommy, how are you? How's my favorite gay wop? Remember how you used to love to run your chubby fingers through my permed hair as you grabbed my firm ass and forced your tongue down my throat. Who would have imagined? I know I didn't...until you did.

Were Sam and Frank the same way with the boys? I'm thinking maybe.

2/12/2007 01:53:00 PM  
Blogger iridescent cuttlefish said...

Silverfox,

Thanks for the interesting response, but, to be honest, I'm not really willing to consider the possibility that I caused that bird to manifest, for good reason, I think. First and foremost, the idea is repulsive to me because it smacks of egotism--the only conclusion to be drawn from your inference is that I am some sort of unwitting mage. Yuck. Even if it were true, I would never use such "powers" because it's an abomination for any one person to be able to manipulate reality--how could I trust myself?

The other reasons I won't think about such things are as follows:

1.) As much as I always preach the importance of a flexible mindset, this notion of yours contradicts all that I have learned so completely that even the great hidden truths that overturn the twisted half-truths by which our corrupted world is run would themselves be undercut, leaving a desolate, arbitrary meaninglessness in its wake. I know this is contradictory of me, and it's a weak consolation to say that the exception proves the rule, but I won't, I can't descend to that level. If you follow my exchanges with Oarwell here, you'll see why this is so for me.

2.) The notion of a solitary consciousness causing something as macro as a bloody hawk to manifest in my tiny living room flies in the face of how this thing works. Although they differ in some of their conclusions, all the visionary scientists who've been hanging out at the intersection of physics and consciousness have agreed on one thing: there is only one consciousness. Just as all dualisms are ultimately false or very limited understandings (a great truth in itself), the way in which reality unfolds is through a unitary consciousness, the One Mind of which all things, people--everything--are manifestations. For a single human being to wield the power to build universes, or even the smallest bits of them (it's essentially the same), is raw, uncontrollable and absolutely destructive chaos. We wouldn't be sitting here having this nice civilized conversation about the nature of nature if such a thing were possible.

There are many more reasons why I won't contemplate what you suggest, but I think these suffice, don't you? Please don't mistake my tone as patronizing--I don't mean it that way and I have obviously considered what you suggested. Inconsistent you might accuse me of being, but I have not dismissed your idea out of hand.

2/12/2007 01:54:00 PM  
Anonymous Satan said...

Any others want a to see the power of Satan first hand?

I can't speak for the others, but I would like to see it first hand.

2/12/2007 01:55:00 PM  
Anonymous Kotex said...

EVAN PALMER is a loser period

Are my services needed here?

2/12/2007 02:00:00 PM  
Blogger iridescent cuttlefish said...

Oarwell,

That was a nice response. I especially liked the bit with Berkeley (although you realize that the reason you wrote it was to illustrate the logical contortions one goes through when questioning how we really know anything at all--point taken.) Now, on to the bigger stuff.

Listen, you know as well as I do that there are many ways to control things, some less obvious than others. We don't really need to talk aboutthe difference between hard (old school) tyranny and the new, kinder, gentler variety in which we live, do we? I think we spent enough time on Orwell & Huxley; time well-spent, mind you, but Richard is going to scream if he even sees those names mentioned in the same breath again, so let's not. (If anyone else missed all that, here's a quick synopsis.)

Oarwell, think for just a moment about applying the lessons learned from how something as large as an entire political economy can be so tightly controlled that no one can speak truth to power in any meaningful way, whether it's through running for public office or discussing the truth behind the curtain of lies in any forum larger than a small group of disgruntled nuts arguing anong themselves on one little blog among many, many millions. Your lab tech doesn't need to have a mysterious stranger threaten her in the parking garage to lay off the mitochondrial research or else if no paper could get peer reviewed because no journal would publish her findings...or if it never occurred to her to ask certain questions because of how the questions are always framed in science as we know it.

I do have a quick little example of how this peer reviewed research meme is a red and rotting herring, if you're interested. You might recall Bibhas De, one of those wildly unorthodox scientists in my stable of suppressed truth-speakers. At an outfit calling itself Overunity.com:the international free energy research forum, we find this brief description of the struggle of Bibhas De to get his work published in a forum called Bibhas De and Dark Energy:

For the past sixty years we have been compelled to use fossil and nuclear fuel with it’s resultant pollution, global warming and oil wars because those in power chose to allow a misunderstanding about how the Earth really receives energy from the Sun to continue. The essence of the misunderstanding is revealed by Bibhas De’s seemingly crackpot idea of the photon’s having rest mass. According to De, twenty physics journals have rejected his paper Source Free Magnetic Structures because it makes a mockery of quantum mechanics. He says that they refuse to engage in debate with him because if they acknowledged the logic of his position there could be the possibility that this intellectual edifice could come tumbling down. As he says "be afraid, very afraid".

I believe that the photon at rest is not merely a hypothetical possibility and that solar photons do really decelerate as they enter the Earth’s atmosphere and accumulate there. Once at rest the photon should, according to Bibhas De, become a source-free magnetic field, and according to his article
A New View Of the Magnetic Field magnetic field in empty space is a gravitational mass. I propose that the structure of this magnetic field is a spinning, spherical torus. Actual evidence for this could be the spinning balls of light observed in space known as the ‘NASA UFOs’. These could really be large photons at rest and the mechanism that causes them to emit light may also be what causes much of the illumination in our atmosphere that is not provided by direct reception of EM waves in the visible spectrum from the sun. What factor in the ionosphere that causes solar photons to decelerate is uncertain, but it could be the Earth’s magnetic field since those planets with a considerable magnetic field also have a luminous atmosphere. Thus the ionosphere acts as a vast collector of solar energy.

The mistaken identification of photons with EM waves means that much of the total energy that the Earth receives from the Sun is underestimated and this deficit may be described as ‘dark energy’ or as ‘free energy’. In his paper ‘Source Free Magnetic Structures’ Bibhas acknowledges this when he writes:

"If Source-free magnetic structures permeated some parts of the universe then they would not be ‘visually’ observable, but their mass/energy would be indirectly observable. Even if they were seen in EM wave measuring experiments, they would have been interpreted as EM waves. Thus SFMSs might be an area where to look to account for dark matter and dark energy in the universe."


(From Bibhas De's Physics: An Imaginarium of ideas not dreamed of even in science fiction )

As you can see, Dr. De is not some 'crack pot.'--he is the protege of Swedish physicist Hannes Alfvén, whose work has been described as "a rare meditative quality of ideation." Alfvén wrote about the work of many scientists (most telling for our discussion): "An impression is developed that you understand a situation even if in reality you have misunderstood it." This is but one aspect of how scientists work under misconceptions. It gets less benign from there, however.

As to Bibhas De's genius and his credibility (the lack of peer reviews notwithstanding), you can check out his CV here, but it also turns out that De predicted the existence of a ring around Uranus which was discovered several years later (see B. De, 1978). This is the only time an essential new feature of the solar system has been predicted by a theory of solar system formation.
- Hannes Alfvén, Cosmic Plasma


In his truly awesome A NEW VIEW OF MAGNETIC FIELD: TransEinsteinian Mass-Energy Consideration, De writes:

Magnetic field may be mankind’s earliest introduction to what is today Modern Physics. It may also be the primal and the ultimate essence of the universe. It seems also to be the one concept we have got altogether wrong. This would place the entirety of Modern Physics at issue. The shocking thing is that today’s physics establishment has proved itself woefully inadequate to even begin to understand the situation, and so to rectify it.
*****
Our entire theoretical conception of magnetic field in empty space was formed, and cast in bronze, in an epoch when our observational knowledge of magnetic field in the universe was but a minute fraction of what it is today. Subsequent observations, such as the spectacular manifestations of cosmic magnetic field, were force-fitted into that 'childhood' conception - without any second thoughts whatsoever.
*****
James Clerk Maxwell and his contemporaries in that epoch gave us a technical description and a working definition of magnetic field. They specifically stated that they had not understood its physical nature. I, for the first time in history, attempt to describe the physical nature of static magnetic field in empty space. What is it in itself? What is its nature?


I can't recommend Bibhas De strongly enough for you, Oarwell, given your penchant for all that quantum quackery. There are many places to start with De, but be warned that his website has been shut down in the past, the last time only a few weeks ago. They'll take care of him soon enough. One good starting point is the official intro: PHYSICS AND PHYSICISTS AT THE DAWN OF THE 21st CENTURY, INTRODUCTION to THE-FOUNDATION-IS-THE-FRONTIER SERIES.


If you're willing to look into this material on just this one shunned scientist (and I can assure you he's not alone), then you have to reconsider something in your position, Oarwell. Not that reality is an illusion--I never asked you to do that, it's not part of my position at all--but that the direction and method of science has been perverted, subverted and distorted.

Oarwell, I know you have certain RC affiliations--how can you reconcile that with a scientific worldview that is based on the idea that the universe is a dead sea of inert matter, a broken clockwork? Can you not see how this mechanistic view supports the social Darwinism that enables the fittest to "make use of" the weakest? Why does my belief system, such as it is--that the universe is alive, that God is everywhere (except in many churches, of course) and that our consciousness is part of His Mind--bother you so much?

Maybe it's because it sounds so New Age-y. It's not. I cringe when I hear these plastic gurus babble about things of which they have no concept. It's not even new. There's nothing I have espoused that Meister Eckhardt didn't say first (and better.) This mechanistic worldview is the Johnny-come-lately, the tunnel-scope that only sees what it's allowed to see.

Maybe you're stuck where Spinoza was before he had this insight:
If true freedom were readily available and could be found without great effort, how is it possible that it should be neglected by almost everyone? But all things excellent are as difficult as they are rare.--B. de Spinoza (As quoted in the beautiful Dutch film, Sex, Drugs & Democracy, a must-see if ever there be.)

Very much lastly (sorry everyone!): I think your explanation of my weird bird experience is as good as any other I can think of. The really interesting thing about all of it is the synchronicity between the bird's "waking up" (it was very energetic and flew very strongly when I released it) and the thoughts I was entertaining when it happened. Just another mystery, I guess.

Most lastly, yeah, "Stairway" was part of that set, but couldn't the story, especially in Frank's hands, also be A.N.S's?

2/12/2007 02:17:00 PM  
Anonymous 93current said...

if sabina was half as powerful as she repeatedly and tediously boasts, day after day, on this comment thread (a) she would not start flinging petty threats and curses around like a sulky teenager every time someone makes fun of her - it is obvious that someone whose reaction to criticism or mockery is to make death threats has a seriously bloated and insecure ego (b) she would be doing something more interesting than spamming a blog where no-one is interested in what she is saying - maybe she should get some more uzi practice in (c) she would understand that evangelising, self-appointed "satanist" black magic experts are viewed with revulsion by most normal people.

I may be wrong here, but my impression is that a serious satanist would not go around broadcasting the fact, and a serious satanist would not worship some supposedly omnipowerful "father satan" and expect "him" to take a personal interest in his sordid doings. That is a little infantile... Most unpleasant it is to have to scroll down lists of handguns she is an expert with, vast reams of cut and pasted occult material passed off as her own, endless boasting about her willingness to curse, blast, knife, shoot or cannibalise anyone who gets in her way, and other attention seeking ploys. whether she (i am assuming "she" is indeed a she) and her imaginary cohorts say they like it here, nobody else appreciates their presence and they really ought to go and bother someone else.

2/12/2007 03:07:00 PM  
Anonymous Oarwell said...

IC:

"Oarwell, I know you have certain RC affiliations--how can you reconcile that with a scientific worldview that is based on the idea that the universe is a dead sea of inert matter, a broken clockwork? Can you not see how this mechanistic view supports the social Darwinism that enables the fittest to "make use of" the weakest? Why does my belief system, such as it is--that the universe is alive, that God is everywhere (except in many churches, of course) and that our consciousness is part of His Mind--bother you so much?"

It doesn't bother me in the least, IC. I also believe that God [ed.-- check spelling] is everywhere, and etc. I believe he gifted us (I hate people who use "gifted" as a verb, even myself) with Free Will. I am not a mechanist, in that sense.

"Certain RC affiliations?" Don't be so circumspect.

I don't think the universe is dead--far from it. Whatever gave you that idea? Are we certain affiliation types supposed to believe that?

Social Darwinism is as far from "succor the sick and orphans" as I can imagine.

Jean Calvin was a mechanist. Our current messed up world is operating under mechanistic principles, while still paying lip service to Free Will as long as it feeds the criminal justice system. Disbelieving in Free Will opens a whole world of psychopathic vistas for those willing to embrace it. If our actions don't matter, then anything goes, and you end up in a kind of horrific, dog-eat-dog pagan society where leaders operate without any restraint, beyond all considerations of civilization. I'm paraphrasing what Willard is told in the quonset hut because the mechanistic world is Kurz's world: a world of madness, a world without first principles other than "kill or be killed."

Fictional Kurz is only abreacting to the mechanistic megalomania of the Lairds and McBundys and McNamaras (all Scotsmen?). Willard is sent as a messenger from "civilization" but is only providing CYA to the brass. He is, as he reflects, "handing out speeding tickets at the Indy 500."

It is the difference between the pagan formulation "do what thou wilt" and the Judeochristian "Do unto others as you would have done to yourself." Or the OT formulation: "don't do to others what you find hateful to yourself."

Those are entirely different philosophies, no matter whence derived.

No civilization can be built on "do what thou wilt." And as long as the American version embraces that cold serpent of a rule, then it's only a matter of time before we, too, are consigned to that Grammy-award-winning dustbin of history.

BTW, I finished "No Country For Old Men." And I wish I hadn't.

When I get some more "time" (where does one buy it?) I'll check out the website.

2/12/2007 03:11:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Not so sorry, IC, to interrupt what other's I think have mistakenly called sophistry (because typing incessantly in a mirrored room is not necessarily sophistry, sometimes its intellectual activism of which I approve, though)....though getting back to Jeff's point left in the dust so long ago:

From Jeff's link to the Konformist article summarizing a comparison between Kubrick's Eyes Wide Shut and the information leaked out over the years associated with CIA's/Third Reich Marionette/Monarch MKULTRA sex slave programming, we have this:

"According to varied sources, Monarch programming begins immediately at birth, and is carried out through the lives of its victims, as they are used by intelligence agencies and secret societies like mere pawns on a gameboard, until--in many instances--they have outlived their usefulness, and are terminally "discarded".

...

(In many instances--it has been alleged--the parent will also perform the role of "handler". The "handler, in essence, is the "programmer", as well as a sort of go-between with the higher ups in the Monarch organization.)"



What does that say about the huge supposedly mutual animosity between Anna Nicole Smith and her mom? And her mom's sudden rush to take over the baby?

Not that I believe keeping the little daughter in Stern's possession would seem to be any better. Though perhaps two different cliques (one around Stern and one around Anna's mom?) are after any 'available baby' they could exoterically take legally, though for rather esoteric purposes.

As for this Jeff sentiment which is hard for most cultural elitists to understand, I would heartily agree:

"What interests me is that we ought to consider sometimes the fate of the rich and beautiful without worry we're getting suckered into a pop culture edition of Trivial Pursuits."

So, here's the uncanny locus for Anna's early life, as well as her very uneducated early life. I've bolded particular insertions into her life from some of the usual suspects--and suspect areas attached to the MKULTRA hype program which is bound to have dual use in 'normal' front organizations to disguise it:


She was born Vickie Lynn Hogan on November 28, 1967 in Houston, Texas.[3] Anna Nicole was the daughter of Donald Eugene Hogan (born July 12, 1947) and Virgie Mae Tabers (born July 12, 1951),[4] who were married on February 22, 1967.[5] Her father then left the family; he and Virgie were divorced November 4, 1969. Smith was raised by her mother and maternal aunt, Elaine. Virgie was subsequently married to Donald R. Hart (1971), to Joe D. Thompson (1987), to James T. Sanders (1996), and to James H. Arthur (2000). After Virgie married Donald R. Hart, Vickie changed her name to Nikki Hart.[6] Vickie's younger half-sisters are Donna Hogan and Amy Hogan.[7] Her older half-brother is David L. Tacker, Jr., and her younger half-brothers are Donald R. Hart, Jr., and Donald R. Hogan.[8]

While growing up, Vickie told others she wanted to be the next Marilyn Monroe. She failed her freshman year at Mexia High School in Mexia, Texas, dropped out of her sophomore year, and never progressed past an eighth grade education.[9]

While working as a waitress at Jim's Krispy Fried Chicken in Mexia, she met Billy Wayne Smith, who was the cook at the restaurant. The couple married April 4, 1985.[10] She was then age 17 and he was 16. The next year, she gave birth to their son, Daniel Wayne Smith. She and Billy separated in 1987 and she moved to Houston with one-year-old Daniel. Initially, she found employment at Wal-Mart and later as a waitress at Red Lobster. She then became a stripper at a nightclub in Houston.

...

Smith's career took off after she entered her photos in a search contest. She was chosen by Hugh Hefner to appear on the cover of the March 1992 issue of Playboy wearing a low-cut evening gown.

She was subsequently called "the next Marilyn Monroe" [kinda sick if they meant this as a double entendre, that she would be used for similar MKULTRA sex operations] in press reports, a comparison she encouraged by wearing a hairstyle reminiscent of Monroe's, as well as her trademark white dress.

[When you have a program, why alter it?]

Becoming one of Playboy's most popular models, Smith began a trend for a more voluptuous look. She next posed nude for the May 1992 centerfold (under the name Vickie Smith).

Smith was chosen to be the 1993 Playmate of the Year. By the time of her PMOY pictorial, she finally settled on the name Anna Nicole Smith.

She secured a contract to replace supermodel Claudia Schiffer in the Guess jeans ad campaign in a series of sultry black and white photographs. Guess capitalized on Smith's strong resemblance to sex symbol Jayne Mansfield and even put her in Jayne-inspired photo sessions.

Smith once did a nude Playboy layout in Mansfield's famous Beverly Hills mansion, the "Pink Palace."

[When you have a program, why alter its locations and symbolism?]

...

While performing at Gigi's, a Houston strip club, in October 1991, Smith met elderly oil billionaire J. Howard Marshall and they began a relationship. During their two-year relationship, he reportedly lavished gifts on her and asked her to marry him several times.[11]

She divorced her husband Billy on February 3, 1993, in Houston.[12] On June 27, 1994, Smith, age 26, and Marshall, age 89, were married in Houston.[13] This resulted in a great deal of gossip about her marrying him for his money.[14] Though she reportedly never lived with him,[15] Smith maintained she loved her husband and that age did not matter to her.

Thirteen months after his marriage to Smith, Marshall died on August 4, 1995, in Houston. ["Smith" operation to take charge of money?]

Inheritance court cases

[Was the Anna Nicole marriage an "Op"?]

Within weeks of J. Howard Marshall's death, Smith squared off against his son, E. Pierce Marshall, for half of her late husband's $1.6 billion estate. She joined forces with J. Howard's other son, James Howard Marshall III, whom the elder Howard had disowned.

[Los Angeles interests want to give it to her; Houston interests do not.]

In 1996, Smith filed for bankruptcy in California as a result of a $850,000 judgment against her in a legal action unrelated to the Marshall estate. [What was that?]

As any money potentially due her from the Marshall estate was part of her potential assets, the bankruptcy court involved itself in the matter.

Smith claimed J. Howard orally promised her half of his estate if she married him. [highly unlikely, however, strangely] In September 2000, a Los Angeles bankruptcy judge awarded her $449,754,134.

In July 2001, Houston judge Mike Wood affirmed the jury findings in the probate case by ruling that Smith was entitled to nothing and ordered Smith to pay over $1 million in fees and expenses to Pierce's legal team. The conflict between the Texas probate court and California bankruptcy court judgments forced the matter into federal court. [in which the Bush family gets involved directly from the White House.]
[citation needed]

[And the federal court wants to carry through the operation?]

In March 2002, a federal judge vacated the California bankruptcy court's ruling and issued a new ruling but reduced the award to $88 million. In December 2004, a three-judge panel of the U.S. 9th Circuit Court of Appeals reversed the March 2002 decision, affirming the Texas Probate jury findings that no misconduct had occurred, Smith was not one of J. Howard Marshall's heirs and that the federal courts lacked jurisdiction to overrule the probate decisions of a Texas state court.[18]

[Bizarrely, even though the other court said they didn't have a federal jurisiction, that didn't stop a Supreme Court from steping in!]

The U.S. Supreme Court decided in September 2005 to hear the appeal of that decision. The Bush administration subsequently directed the Solicitor General to intercede on Smith's behalf out of an interest to expand federal court jurisdiction over state probate disputes.[19]

So Bushes in the White House were encouraging this settlement to "Anna"? Freaky, freaky, particularly given all the MKULTRA stuff that the Bush family is neck deep into.


The justices unanimously decided in favor of Smith; Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg wrote the majority opinion. (See Marshall v. Marshall) The decision did not give Smith a portion of her husband's estate, but affirmed her right to pursue a share of it in federal court.[20]

[Within a month or so....a death...]

On June 20, 2006, E. Pierce Marshall died at age 67 after an infection. [the other person working with Anna originally]

Symbolism in Anna's films

Though her film appearances in The Hudsucker Proxy and Naked Gun 33 1/3: The Final Insult were highly publicized in 1994, little was done to further Smith's acting career. Her first starring role was as Colette Dubois, a retired spy seeking revenge for the murder of her husband, in the action/thriller To the Limit (1995).

Smith next starred in the action/thriller Skyscraper (1997), which she also produced, as a helicopter pilot, Carrie Wisk,[22] who lands on a high rise building and, upon learning it has been taken over by terrorists, becomes engaged in a deadly fight to save hostages.

Both films, and Smith's performances in them, were usually critically panned.[23] During the course of the litigation over her late husband's estate, her career stalled. Her legal battle, her increasing weight, and her reportedly bizarre behavior made her regular fodder for late night television comedians.

In 2002, she debuted in her own reality TV series on the E! cable network, The Anna Nicole Show.[24] The series focused on her personal and private life in the manner of other reality shows, such as the ratings hit The Osbournes.

[Ozzy has been known to hang with the Bushes as well]

The debut of the The Anna Nicole Show was the highest rated series on the network, but critics blasted it and ratings dropped with each successive week. However, it achieved a cult status as many fans found humor in Smith's absurd antics. The show was cancelled in February 2004...

Smith's next appearance on the big screen was as herself in Wasabi Tuna (2003), about a group of friends who kidnap her dog, Sugar-Pie, on Halloween.[25] She appeared as herself again in Be Cool (2005), a crime/comedy about the film and music industries that stars John Travolta, Uma Thurman and The Rock.

In 2006, she starred as Lucy in Illegal Aliens, which she also produced, a sci-fi/comedy about beautiful space aliens saving the earth from evil.[26]

Smith as spokesperson

In an interview on Late Night with Conan O'Brien, she was asked what her "Playmate diet" consisted of. She instantly replied, "fried chicken." In October 2003, she became a spokesperson for TrimSpa, which helped her lose a reported 69 lbs (31 kg).[27]

[Is that part of the same Kashoggi wing of salesmanship, hawking whatever 'needs to be hawked' by attaching it to the current advertising persona campaign of a long term project?]

In November 2004, she appeared at the American Music Awards to introduce a musical performance and attracted attention because of her slurred speech and behavior. During her live appearance, she threw her arms up and exclaimed, "Like my body?".[28] Smith murmured other comments and alluded to TrimSpa.

The following day, her appearance was featured in the news. Tabloids speculated that Smith was under the influence of pills or some other controlled substance. Her representatives explained that she was in pain due to a series of grueling workouts.

After reportedly losing some 80 lbs. (36 kg), Smith returned to her trim shape from the early 1990s.

Smith has also been featured in advertisements for the animal rights group PETA. Spoofing Marilyn Monroe's "Diamonds Are a Girl's Best Friend" segment in Gentlemen Prefer Blondes, a 2004 ad states "Fur-free blondes are best."

In another ad the following year, Smith posed with her dogs in a campaign against Iams dog food for their alleged cruelty to animals.[31]

As of 2006, Smith gave up modeling, although she remained a spokesperson for TrimSpa.[citation needed][1]

Birth of daughter

Smith announced on June 1, 2006, in a video clip posted on her official website that she was pregnant. "Let me stop all the rumors," she said, while floating on an inflatable raft in a swimming pool. "Yes, I am pregnant. I'm happy, I'm very, very happy about it. Everything's goin' really, really good and I'll be checking in and out periodically on the web, and I'll let you see me as I'm growing."[32]

Though her announcement did not provide any details, in an interview with Larry King on CNN's Larry King Live, Smith's longtime personal attorney Howard K. Stern said that he had loved her for quite some time and they were confident he fathered the baby because of the timing of the pregnancy.[33] However, her ex-boyfriend, entertainment photojournalist Larry Birkhead, steadfastly maintained his contention that he is the baby's father and filed a lawsuit to challenge paternity.[34]

Smith's daughter, Dannielynn Hope Marshall Stern, was born September 7, 2006, at Doctors Hospital in Nassau, Bahamas. The Bahamian birth certificate records the father as Howard K. Stern.[35]

A judge in the United States ordered that DNA tests be performed to determine who is the biological father of Dannielynn. Following Anna's death, Debra Opri, the lawyer of Larry Birkhead, asked for an emergency DNA sample to be taken from the corpse. This action outraged Smith's lawyer, Ron Rale, who called it "the lowest form of behaviour I've ever heard of."[36] The request was denied by a judge, instead ordering Smith's body preserved until February 20.[37]
...

Death of son

Smith's 20-year-old son, Daniel Smith, died on September 10, 2006 in his mother's hospital room while visiting her and his newborn sister.[40] After the coroner labeled the death "reserved," Smith hired forensic pathologist Cyril Wecht to perform a second autopsy.[41]

Dr. Wecht announced on Larry King Live that the procedure he performed on September 17, 2006, showed that Daniel died from a lethal combination of Zoloft, Lexapro and methadone. Although he explained that methadone is used in the treatment of heroin and morphine addiction, he said he has no information to make any conclusion about the reason he was using the drug.

Who is Wecht?

Dr. Cyril Harrison Wecht (born March 20, 1931 in Dunkard Township, Pennsylvania) is a well-known forensic pathologists in the United States.[1] He has served as a consultant in numerous high profile cases, but is perhaps best known for his outspoken criticism of the Warren Commission's findings concerning the assassination of John F. Kennedy. [which links up back to Bush family guilt.]

He has served as the president of both the American Academy of Forensic Science and the American College of Legal Medicine, and currently heads the board of trustees of the American Board of Legal Medicine. He served as the coroner of Allegheny County, Pennsylvania until January 2006, when he was indicted on various fraud charges [which may be politically motivated, because he was "crossing Bonesmen"--see below].

The case has not yet gone to trial.

HERE'S WHERE IT GETS FREAKY, JEFF, full circle of recycled people:

As a forensic expert, Wecht has been at the center of a number of high profile crime cases such as JonBenét Ramsey, Dr. Herman Tarnower (the Scarsdale diet guru), Danielle van Dam, Sunny von Bülow, the Branch Davidian incident, Vincent Foster [murdered by Bush/Clintons], and Laci Peterson.

During his career, Wecht has personally performed over fourteen thousand autopsies. He is also a clinical professor at the University of Pittsburgh School of Medicine and an adjunct professor of law at Duquesne University.

Dr. Wecht is both outspoken and controversial. Journalist Robert Dvorchak of the Pittsburgh Post-Gazette newspaper once described Wecht as, "a man who never met a TV camera he didn't like, a man who never had an opinion he didn't share and a man who carries his own local political baggage." He has publicly stated that he believes the autopsy performed on Elvis Presley's body was a fraud.

He has argued that the body of Mary Jo Kopechne should be exhumed and reexamined.

In his book Who Killed JonBenet Ramsey?, he argues that the death of the 6 year old beauty queen was accidental. He also claims that Sirhan Sirhan did not murder Robert F. Kennedy.

[Did his book expose something, or was it just a calculated limited hangout, i.e., did he get into the ritual pedophilia in the Ramsey family as a party site for it, or did he cover it up as well? This is something that Jeff has discussed earlier on the blog.]


Kennedy assassination

[i.e., which 'side of the parapolitical operators' is he on, a rogue clique?]

In 1978 he testified before the House Select Committee on Assassinations to the effect that John F. Kennedy was not shot by a single gunman, rejecting the assertions of the Warren Commission. He has debated with Pennsylvania Senator Arlen Specter, who was chief counsel of the Warren Commission and author of the so called "single bullet theory." He has also controversially called for the exhumation of the president's body.

...

In 1982, he was the Democratic party's nominee to oppose [SKULL AND BONESMAN] John Heinz for the U.S. Senate seat to which Heinz had first been elected six years previously.

Wecht's challenge was unsuccessful: Heinz won 59 percent of the vote.

Indictment
[They may be out to get rid of him now]

Despite attempts to reach a plea deal, Wecht was indicted by the grand jury on January 20, 2006 on 84 counts ranging from mail fraud and wire fraud to theft from office. According to one allegation, Wecht took cadavers with no known next of kin from the Allegheny County Coroner's Office and traded them to a university in exchange for laboratory space for his private pathology business. As a result of his indictment, he resigned as Allegheny County Coroner. Mark Rush, one of Wecht's defense attorneys, said the indictment was politically motivated, stemming from a long standing feud with district attorney Steven Zappala [1].

Investigation to the death of Daniel Smith

On September 16, 2006 Anna Nicole Smith, just a few months before her own death in February, 2007, announced that she had hired Dr. Wecht to investigate the death of her son, Daniel Wayne Smith, who died in the Bahamas on September 10. An autopsy performed by Dr. Wecht determined the cause of death to have been a lethal combination of anti-depressant drugs, only one of which had been prescribed for Smith.[3][4]

[And now Wecht might be taken out of the investigation started by Anna on her son's death, by the huge trial against him, how convenient.]

Books

Dr. Wecht has written several books, including Mortal Evidence: The Forensics Behind Nine Shocking Cases, Cause of Death, Crime Scene Investigation, Grave Secrets, and Who Killed JonBenet Ramsey?

Here's what someone said about his strange omissions about the Ramsey case in his book:

"As could be expected, Wecht concentrates on his specialty - what JonBenet's autopsy reveals about the crime. His findings in this regard are very emphatic, and are underscored by a refusal to speculate about the case as a whole. Those readers looking for revealing scenarios will be disappointed; the book sticks closely to the facts without indicting anyone, though the no nonsense conclusion states that the crime was almost certainly a family affair. Neither does the author dwell on the notorious infighting inside Boulder city government, nor the contaminated crime scene itself. For a book that concentrates on physical facts, this latter seems a curious omission, since the surroundings in which the body was found should reveal a lot about the crime itself."

The same can be said for Anna Nicole and her son as well. Beware strange omissions how her life has almost intentionally paralleled a Jane Mansfield project, and the Marilyn Monroe project.

Surely there are lots of MKULTRAs stashed in competition with each other, just in case one goes awry if disliked or thrown in the steeplechase, so another can keep sculpting public opinion and achieving useful stardom and trendsetting.

2/12/2007 03:44:00 PM  
Anonymous abdul Wadud said...

To the Shrubawoman / Scabrina / Sock puppet / Hydra:

I think you need to increase your daily dose of thorazine / haldol / or whatever antispychotic it is you are supposed to be taking.

I am sorry to report that you make me laugh, sorry because you are a pitiful creature and it is not good to take pleasure in the suffering of one such as you, however obnoxious you may try to make yourself appear.

The reason moral midgets such as yourself/ves reject and despise the overwhelming power of love, mocking people like Jesus or Martin Luther King, is because LOVE in fact is the single most powerful weapon against ignorance, hatred, and the forces of chaos which you so pathetically espouse.

I pity you.

May God restore your heart to wholeness, and pluck out the beam that is obscuring your vision.

LA ILAHA ILLA LLAH

2/12/2007 04:02:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

GREAT INCANTATION TO THE LIVING
CONTINUUM

Alpha- Omega,
Almighty and Most Living Continuum,
Who know'th all things!
For you have designed all things!
From whom nothing can be secret or hidden, and to whom nothing is impossible!
The ways of the divine world are perfect.

They may not be questioned.

May no man or man's gods speak in rebellion towards it.

O' Great Triumvirate ,
Open the Gates of Hell.

Smite our enemies down,
for we the few enlightened,
Through your will we break our bonds,
Lord who shatters paradigms,
From the rubble the NEW shall rise,
Your way presents death for them.

Hail Satan,
sexymaenads

2/12/2007 04:14:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

WE pity and spit on those who PITY!

sexymaenads

2/12/2007 04:16:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

BLACK MASS


Altar Bell (Rung nine times to invoke the spirit Satan.)

Coven (Chanting Invocation in ancient language to conjure Satan from the infernal abyss)
"Bagabi laca bachabe Lamac lamec bachalyas
Lamac cahi achababe Cabahagy sabalyos
Karrelyos Baryolos
Lagoz atha cabyolas
Samahac et famyolas
Harrahya"

High Priest (Enters to center of the altar and chants, while crossing himself in a counterclockwise direction with his left hand)

“In nominee de nostre “In the name of our
Satanas: Lucifere Satan; the glorious
Excelsis!” Lucifer!”

High Priest (chants)
“Introibo ad alatare “I will go up to the
Satanas.” Altar of Satan.”

Coven (chants)
“Ad Satanas, qui “To Satan, the giver of
laetificat gloria youth and glory.”
meam.”

Coven (chants ancient conjuration to yield their souls to the devil)
“Palas aron ozinomas Geheamel cla orlay
Baske bano tudan donas Berec he pantaras tay.”

High Priest “In the name of Satan, ruler of Earth, the King of the world, the Chief of the Serfs, I command the forces of darkness to bestow their infernal power upon us. Save us, Lord Satan, from the treacherous and the violent. Oh Satan, Spirit of the Earth, God of Liberty, open wide the gates of Hell and come forth from the abyss by these names:”

High Priest and Coven “Satan! Beelzebub! Leviathon! Asmodeus! Abaddon!”

High Priest (chants)
“Gloria Satanas, et “Glory be to Satan
Belial et Spiritui and Belial, and
maloso.” to the evil spirits”
Coven (responds)
“Sicut erat in “As it was in the
principio, et nunc, beginning, is now,
et semper, et in and ever shall be, world
saecula saeculorum. without end. Amen”
Amen.”

High Priest (chants)
“Satanas vobiscum.” “Satan be with you.”
Coven (responds)
“Et cum spiritu tuo.” “And with thy spirit.”

High Priest (Calling the coven to prayer)
“Let us pray . . . Urged by our Lord Satan’s bidding, and schooled by his infernal ordinance, we make bold to say:”

High Priest and Coven (Recitation of the Lord’s Prayer, backwards)
“Amen . . . Evil from us deliver but . . . Temptation into not us lead and . . . Us against trespass who those forgive we as . . . Trespasses our us forgive and . . . Bread daily our day this us give . . . Heaven in is it as earth on . . . Done be will thy . . . Come kingdom thy . . . Name thy be hallowed . . . Heaven in art who . . . Father our.”
High Priest (Removes his headdress and approaches the coven, congregated a few feet in front of the altar)
“Children of my office. From high matters I spare the time to preside over this gathering. By the favor of our Lord Satan, I have the power to grant your wishes, should it please me to do so. Waste no moment in unnecessary babbling or you will incur my anger. Now, lift up your heads, and tell me your desires.”
(After a loud knock at the side door of the Altar Chamber)
“Who seeks entry here?”
Assistant Priestess “One who repents her past heresies and craves to be accepted into the grace of our Master, Satan . . . designated by the Creator. Lord of this World from beginning without end.”

High Priest “Enter, penitent, that you may abase yourself before the only true God.”


“Penitent, the opportunity is offered you to redeem your past . .

Do you desire to take it?”

Probationer “Yes.”

High Priest “Are you prepared to serve our Lord Satan with your whole mind, body, and soul, permitting nothing to deter you from the furtherance of his work?

Probationer “Yes.”

High Priest “As proof that you have purged your mind of all false teaching, you will now break this crucifix and throw the pieces from you.”

(Sound of crucifix breaking)

High Priest “Stand up, and raise your left hand! Repeat after me, sentence by sentence, the words I am about to say:

High Priest and Probationer

“I deny Jesus Christ the deceiver . . . and I abjure the Christian faith, holding in contempt all of its works.

By the symbol of the Creator, I swear henceforth to be . . . a faithful servant of the god
Lucifer Lord of this World. As a being now possessed of a human body in this world.

I swear to give my full allegiance to its lawful Master: to worship Him, our Lord Satan and no other; to despise all manmade religions, and to bring contempt to them whenever possible; to undermine the faith of others in such false religions whenever possible; and bring them to the true faith when desirable.

I swear to give my mind, body, and soul unreservedly . . . to the furtherance of the designs of our Lord Satan.


“Now take these shavings in your hand and face the Goat of Mendes . . . repeat after me:

High Priest and Probationer “I deny God, Creator of Heaven and Earth, and I adhere to thee, and believe in thee.”

High Priest (Leads the girl to the right side of the altar to a black throne, upon which is seated Satan in the materialization of a huge black goat with a human body, but with the hooves and head of a goat. The goat has three horns, the middle one being a lighted torch)

“Kiss the Goat!!”
(As the girl kisses the posterior of the goat from behind the throne, the ceremony of fidelity to Satan known as the Pax, the High Priest intones . . . )


“Now . . . remove your garment and lie down at full length upon the altar.”
(As the girl drops her garment and lies naked on the altar, the High Priest stretches out her arms and places a lighted black candle in each outstretched hand. She is now a human altar in the shape of a crucifix; her ankles still being bound by the shackles.

“Brothers and sisters of the Left-Hand Path . . . the penitent has proved a worthy neophyte in our high order. It is now my happy duty to free her from the bonds of ignorance and superstition.”

The High Priest removes the shackles from the ankles of the young probationer/neophyte and proceeds with the rite symbolic of copulation with the devil.

If the Lord Satan or one of his demons is present at this portion of the Mass, the High Priest will step aside and lead conjurations of lust while the ceremony is actually performed.

After this rite, the neophyte, still serving as the altar, has the Chalice containing the host and a skull filled with blood placed upon her prone body.

The host is generally stolen from a Catholic church, dyed black, and cut into a triangular shape. The blood is generally from a previously sacrificed animal of bird; although for a major high Sabbath, the most effective sacrifice is an unbaptised baby)

High Priest (chants)
“Satanas gratias.” “Thanks be to Satan”
“Satanas vobiscum.” “Satan be with you.”
Coven (responds)
“Et cum spiritu tuo” “And with thy spirit.”
High priest and Coven (Walks to left of human altar to begin the Offeratory. He holds up the Paten containing the consecrated host)
“Lucifer, Save us! Master, Save us!
Astaroth, Save us! Master, Save us!
Shaiton, Save us! Master, Save us!
Zabulon, Save us! Master, Save us!
Maloch, Save us! Master, Save us!”
(High Priest walks to the right of human altar, and holds up the skull or other Chalice containing the blood)
“Satan, Have mercy! Master, Have mercy!
Baal, Have mercy! Master, Have mercy!
Azazel, Have mercy! Master, Have mercy!
Dagon, Have mercy! Master, Have mercy!
Mammon, Have mercy! Master, Have mercy!”
High Priest (Taking Communion, consecrates the Paten and the Chalice with the blessing of Death)
“Blessed be the bread and wine of death . . . blessed a thousand times more than the flesh and blood of life, for you have not been harvested by human hands nor did any human creature mill and grind you. It was our Lord Satan who took you to the mill of the grave, so that you should thus become the bread and blood of revelation and revulsion. I spit upon you! And I cast you down! In the memory of Satan, because you preach punishment and shame to those who would emancipate themselves and repudiate the slavery of the church!”
(He casts the consecrated host and blood on the floor in front of the altar and spits on them. At this sign, the entire congregation rushes up amidst screams of hate and tramples upon the mixture. They also scramble and fight for remnants to be used in casting private spells)
(High Priest – tearing off his vestments and trampling them on the ground . . . )
“These ornaments, badges of authority, serve only to conceal the nakedness which is alone acceptable to our Lord Satan!”
(Entire coven rips off their cloaks and any other garments amidst bestial shrieks and growls. This is silenced by the High Priest who rings a gong, causing the reaction of a thunder clap. The High Priest holds his left hand aloft helping the unsteady, and seemingly drugged, young neophyte off the altar to stand naked before the now naked coven)
“Neophyte, you have served me well! Stand up and join these assembled here so that they may look upon you, and do with you as they desire …”
(The neophyte is pushed into the midst of the assemblage, who stare at her and gesture and whisper among themselves. Later, at the end of the Mass, she will be submitted to the carnal desires of any member or members of the coven who request her. She will also assist in mass perversions)
High Priest (Announcing the dismissal from the formal Mass, proclaiming the Benediction for increased virility, and calling for the homage to Satan through feasting, dancing, and a general orgy till dawn)
“I, Joel, Prince of the Bats and High Priest of the Lord Satan, by this act do dismiss you from this service . . . Prepare to receive through me the Benediction of Our Lord Satan, that you may honour the Creator by the rite symbolical of his work …”
(As the altar bell is again rung nine times, the High Priest wanders among the assemblage, touching the genitals of each member of the coven with a special Satanic blessing to insure the success of the orgy to follow)
“Eva, Ave Satanas! Vade Lilith, vade retro Pan! Deus maledictus est!! Gloria tibi! Domine Lucifere, per omnia saecula saeculorum. Amen!!”
“Do What Thou Wilt, Shall Be the Whole of the Law!”
“Rege Satanas! Hail Satan!
Ave Satanas! Hail Satan!
Hail Satan!! Hail Satan!”

HAIL SATAN,
sexymaenads

2/12/2007 04:26:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

You were born into their world, now you come into ours.

HAIL SATAN,
sexymaenads

2/12/2007 04:28:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

hall alli ahali al

Berec he pantaras tay.

so moet it be,
sexymaenads

2/12/2007 04:33:00 PM  
Anonymous Shrubageddon said...

Mojo's so full of love that he divorced his first wife. That's love, Baby!! You've gotta LOVE it!!

Tra La La..La La La La..Tra La La..La La La La.

Three Banana.....

2/12/2007 04:41:00 PM  
Anonymous Leo Gorcey said...

I think I´m up for a round of William Shatner doing Lucy and the Sky with Diamonds. Or better yet...Dolly Parton´s version of Stairway to Heaven is quite soothing with a nice, tall glass of lemonade.

2/12/2007 05:02:00 PM  
Anonymous Casey Kasem said...

Leo Gorcey! This song goes out to you from Casey's MKULTRA Programming Hour

William shatner in Lucy in the sky with diamonds
http://youtube.com/watch?v=D-yy2URAYqU

And the less known B-side:

Leonard Nimoy's Ballad of Bilbo Baggins
http://youtube.com/watch?v=XC73PHdQX04

It gets really bizarre around 1:15, probably to facilitate MKULTRA programming somewhere out there...Beware, Sabina, don't look.

2/12/2007 06:51:00 PM  
Anonymous Bibbas De said...

LA ILAHA ILLA LLAH WITH MARSHMALLOW CREAM AND A CHERRY ON TOP

2/12/2007 07:55:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Bo Diddley said:

It boggles the mind...really! What with all the madness and misery being foisted on this world by some corrupt, inept and murderous "leaders" and our impotence to do anything about it, the "cunning linguists" here are so preoccupied with "Saps for Satan". All the hanky twisting and panty knotting over this troll(s) is beyond belief. If you can't solve the problem with her, how in hell will you even attempt any change with our miserable gov't.?
One, don't feed her insatiable desire for attention , and two, while scrolling, just IGNORE her screeds every time you see her name! Is that simple enough? It works for me...give it a go!

2/12/2007 07:58:00 PM  
Anonymous Richard Simmons said...

Bo, you worry too much. We have a plan drawn up by our the incomparable Mojo. We will love them into submission, or God them into submission...which ever way you prefer. They don't stand a chance.

2/12/2007 08:23:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Fuck you ALL and your monotheistic god jew god.

We spit on your masochistic, leader who preaches submission.

Your love is hate, the proof is in the pudding.

We hate with all our hearts when needed, and love those who deserve our love.

The weak will be destroyed, for they are suicidal fools.


Now about the Heart Chakra


Now as we know as Satanists, the New Age movement is not only off base, but lacks a lot of knowledge. We hear this incessant message of "love" ad nauseum, of how the heart chakra is the "love" chakra- compassion, self sacrifice, giving, etc. This is a delusion, a delusion to prevent us from knowing its true power.

The heart chakra is the powerhouse of the soul. The heart chakra has power over anger, courage, fear and dynamic energy. This energy can be explosive. The element of fire rules the heart and increases the adrenalin for a fight or flight response. The heart chakra is the center of our offense and defense, it is where we can atack with aggression and defeat enemies. The heart chakra under will and controlled breathing techniques can warm the body to resist extremes of cold. When directed, the heart chakra can fill us with vigor, vitality, fearlessness and confidence. A powerful heart chakra enables us to enjoy life more fully.

It is the connection point between the upper and lower chakras, like the corpus collossum connects both hemispheres of the brain. The upper chakras deal with the astral; astral sight and telepathy, connecting with others psychically and transferring one's will, sending receiving telepathic messages (3rd eye), astral hearing and communication (throat) and astral knowledge and understanding of the universe (the crown).

The lower chakras deal with earthly matters- survival (base), sexuality, creativity (2nd) and the will, rebellion (3rd).

The heart chakra is where we have our life's purpose. Because it is so important, it is where the enemy usually attacks. The Gods and Pharaohs of Ancient Egypt are often seen with their arms crossed over their chests. This symbolizes protection of the all important heart chakra. The nazarene who is an enemy to humanity is always seen with his arms open and many paintings with the virgin bitch- same thing- exposing the heart chakra so humans can be psychically victimized.

In the English language, we have often heard the adages "a burning heart" "have the heart" and so forth. The heart chakra has to do with one's zeal for life, one's accomplishments, goals and sense of direction and self-betterment. To have a heart is not the twisted teachings of new age bimbos, but to have the heart to achieve your highest goals, the drive to push yourself to be the best you can be, the enthusiasm and personal motivation that drives us forward, the burning DESIRE. This is where we advance and achieve.

Famous athletes who make it to the top Olympic teams are the ones who are completely focused on their sport and training and have the burning desire to the point of obsession to make it to the top. They have the heart.

The enemy attacks the heart as this is where the driving life-force, ambition and powerhouse of the soul is located. The effects of a depleted heart chakra are depression, apathy (not caring about anything; indifference), only existing and not really living, being a mindless slave, disconnected from all emotion and feeling. The end result is suicide or death from just not caring anymore.

The heart chakra is the seat of all our emotions as well as our ambition and drive. One can hate with a whole heart as well. This is where the driving force in black magick comes from that will make or break a spell-working. If one lacks the feeling or desire, one will not achieve the objectives at hand. This is why the heart chakra is so important.

New age teachings are corrupted and incomplete. What the enemy fears the most is humanity having the knowledge to defend ourselves as a whole and the self-esteem to REFUSE to be slaves. One's self-esteem also comes from the heart chakra.









The New Age movement, Wicca, many eastern religions (Such as modern Buddhism, which have been Judeo/Christianized), and others all advocate denial of expressing so-called "baser" emotions. This leads to poor mental health and worse. Catholic priests are a blatant example of the consequences of sexual repression. Sexual repression is about the worst, as the sex drive is as powerful as and is tied directly to the life force, it doesn’t just go away. Anything that is repressed comes out in warped, distorted, and unhealthy ways. Many problems would be avoided if people would vent their feelings and stop repressing them. This isn’t about going on a rampage, it is just acknowledging one’s own feelings and letting them out. One should always be honest with one’s self.

By denying anger, hatred, jealousy, and other so-called "negative" emotions, one is laying a pattern for serious problems down the road. People who claim to love, love, and love, and deny their anger and hatred, take on that artificial alien deadpan smile that is so common amongst Christians in the advanced stages of Christianity. Inside, these people are extremely unbalanced and are literally like grenades with the pins pulled, just waiting to explode, either turning their pent up anger out on others or in upon themselves. This is extremely unhealthy. Yet, they consistently excuse the hatred and wrathful behavior of the false god they worship. This sets the stage for serious mental illness.

So if someone pisses you off do not hold it in, let them have both barrels.

"Bagabi laca bachab
Lamac lamec bachalyas
Lamac cahi achababe
Cabahagy sabalyos
Karrelyos
Baryolos
Lagoz atha cabyolas
Samahac et famyolas
Harrahya"


“Satanas vobiscum.”

In the name of Satan the Ruler of Earth,
The Coven together
with the sexymeanads

2/12/2007 10:03:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

“Palas aron ozinomas Geheamel cla orlay
Baske bano tudan donas Berec he pantaras tay.”

PAX

HAIL SATAN,
Sabina our
HIGH PRIESTESS
and
her sexymaenads

2/12/2007 10:07:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

WE KILL FOR FUN!!

sexymaenads

2/12/2007 10:09:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

WE AIM TO KILL!

Go ahead LAUGH!

Call on your christ fools,
He cares not for you losers,
who think your hearts are pure and washed in his stinking blood sacrifice.It is a lie and deceit.

Your are wearing filthy rags and think you can blame others to make yourselves rightous and blameless.
You do nothing to prepare for death and shall taste it soon.

We are more than ready to fight you and you will know it too.


You shall meet death soon, and your own foolish words shall do nothing to save you foolish dying asses.

We battle covens to hone our skills
you are nothing to us but weaklings.
And we shall torment you for many nights to come.

One of the most common things the Satanists are associated with is Black Magic.
In deed, as a contrast to "passive" religions, such as xtianity, which teaches
that it is wrong to use magic in order to influence yourself or the others,
Satanism advocates active approach to life.

KISS THE GOAT

HAIL SATAN,
sexymaenads

2/12/2007 10:26:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

bobobdidley says,
She/he has a way to save the world, really?

Yeas, just ignore us and Satan will go away.

Really?

You know us Satanists run the show, the world and you are running out of time fast.

You can't get away from SATAN.

We can't harm ourselves,
You know what they say,
Nothing really matters anyway.

So hold on to your plastic material world till it melts from the heat.

We are more than our physical bodies and make a shame of moslems martyrs.

Ave Satanas,
The Black Mass
of the Coven with the
sexymaenads

2/12/2007 10:39:00 PM  
Anonymous Richard said...

Cool. From Satanist recruitment center to an on-line version of The 6 Degrees of Anna Nicole Smith.

Who'd a thunk it, eh?

In the spirit of frivolous crapola that, in the end, will turn out to be a barometer measuring nothing other than exactly how much we deserve whatever apocalypse is racing at us like a fucking freight train, I'd like to share my Anna Nicole story.

Did 2 16 hour shifts this weekend so, since it's always on, I got to watch a little more tv.

Yee-ha!

To be more specific, I was lucky enough to catch Dateline.

"The Death of a Centerfold"

Catchy title or what?

If you've ever had the displeasure of actually reading People or The Star or In Touch, this was sort of like the video version of those incredibly creepy wastes of good trees.

Since I didn't give a tinker's tit about what they were saying I decided to pay attention to their delivery rather than their content.

Quite interesting.

They deliver the fluff coated with the same ponderous tones they use to deliver the pseudo-serious info-tainment.
Actually, it's kind of neat how they take turds & put nice shiny wrapping paper on & nice big ribbony bows & then deliver them to halfwit America like they're something other than turds.

It was one of the better comedies that I've seen in a while.

I started wondering if journalists had courses in how to talk, & how to deliver the appropriate facial expression with their tsk-tsking faux moralizing.

Then I started to wonder if, somewhere deep inside these parodies of journalists, there still existed a tiny crumb of whatever idealism had originally led them to be journalists.

& was it just shrieking silently.

I don't mean any kind of conscious dissatisfaction that can be rationalized away.
Something deeper & rarely looked at.

The best analogy I can give will involve another...


Tales of the Mentally Retarded.

On Saturday, due to ever present staff shortages, i was pulled to another building on the campus where I work.

We call it the Cabbage Patch.

Make of it what you will.

Don't care.

Anyway, I was there a few hours when one client's family showed up for his birthday.
Now understand, until this kid was 16, he was totally normal. He was heavily into moto-cross & one day he wiped out badly.

Extensive brain damage & extensive spinal cord injuries.

I've worked with him a few times, & he's totally unresponsive to everything.
I've always rationalized this kid's condition away by assuming/hoping that there isn't any part of him that's consciously aware of his total fucked-ness.

This worked until mom whipped out some old video of this kid riding.

At first, I didn't pay much attention because I had other clients to see to & he had the attention of his family.
But, at one point, I glanced at the kid as he watched himself moto-flipping & moto-jumping & the look on his face was
a combination of horror & sadness & rage & so much that I can't descibe & there were tears just streaming down his face.

To echo my friend Lawrence, "Man, I wanted to cry."

So, later that night, while watching the Dateline "reporters" play act reporters in this, the hugest Reality TV show of them all, I sat there picturing a tiny screaming "real" journalist trapped in these fake ass bullshit sputtering shills for all this crap that no one really needs.

Strangely, it made me feel a little better.

Maybe I just expect too much.

Maybe, since last week also had Gates lay out all the "evidence" for why we should now blow the shit out of Iran, we could have had an hour Dateline comparing & contrasting Gates spiel with Powell's spiel at the UN.

Because watching a clip of Gates, I couldn't help thinking of Ossie Davis as the "dyed black" JFK in Bubba-Ho-Tep & saying to myself, "Oh my God! They've bleached Colin Powell."

I know, I know, calling war "news " is stretching it a bit, but allowances could be made.

Just once anyway.

Pretty please.

2/13/2007 12:58:00 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

93current said...

'If sabina was half as powerful as she repeatedly and tediously boasts, day after day, on this comment thread (a) she would not start flinging petty threats and curses around like a sulky teenager every time someone makes fun of her - it is obvious that someone whose reaction to criticism or mockery is to make death threats has a seriously bloated and insecure ego (b) she would be doing something more interesting than spamming a blog where no-one is interested in what she is saying - maybe she should get some more uzi practice in (c) she would understand that evangelising, self-appointed "satanist" black magic experts are viewed with revulsion by most normal people."

"I may be wrong here, but my impression is that a serious satanist would not go around broadcasting the fact."

2/13/2007 05:08:00 AM  
Blogger Sounder said...

Berkley via oarwell said, (style check please)

“Knowledge of the empirical world of people and things and actions around them may be purified and perfected MERELY by stripping away all thought, and with it language, from their pure perceptions.”

Berkley seems to believe that one can have a direct unmediated perception. It seems more likely that whatever intimations we receive out of the ineffable, (Sparks of direct awareness, as distinguished from ‘thoughts’), they are always compromised by the need to communicate the intimation using communal representations. Understanding is ‘filtered’ through form, and communication is limited by mutual understanding of the form.

Deal with it.

Off to hang out with Bibhas de and Eckhart Tolle, them are two smart fellas.

2/13/2007 06:51:00 AM  
Blogger Sounder said...

IC, if your personality put forth no effort to conjure this bird, then there is no need to attribute it to some production of your ego. It may be more the case that 'the One mind' is simply trying to illustrate greater possibilities within reality than can currently be conceived, (using existing conceptual structures).

2/13/2007 07:54:00 AM  
Anonymous Tom Brokaw said...

Richard you wrote

"I started wondering if journalists had courses in how to talk, & how to deliver the appropriate facial expression with their tsk-tsking faux moralizing."

You bet your sweet Bibhas we do. The continual head tilts, eyebrow arches, etc. are taught as an artform, as we watch videos of ourselves and learn to ape faces of solemnity and concern.

It's theater, baby, and the head twitches keep the twits heads-up.

2/13/2007 08:59:00 AM  
Anonymous Earp,Wyatt said...

Mall Shooting in Salt Lake City:

"His expression stayed totally calm. He didn't seem upset, or like he was on a rampage," said Smith, who crawled to safety in an employee restroom to hide with others. She said the gunman looked like "an average Joe."

Killed were two 28-year-old women, a 52-year-old man, a 24-year-old man and a 15-year-old girl, Snyder said. Four people were hospitalized - a man and a woman in critical condition and two men in serious condition, Snyder said.


They say officers treated everyone like suspects - ordering those hiding in storerooms, bathrooms or under stairwells, to lie on the floor with their hands on their heads until police were sure no one posed a threat."

Everyone's a suspect, and all the killers remain calm. USA 2007.

2/13/2007 11:50:00 AM  
Anonymous Balls to the Walls said...

Those last two posts were great! I´ve taken all my old metal vynil/CD´s out of storage now...here´s a kitsch classic:

Chapel Of Ghouls

(Lyrics: Azagthoth, Browning)

Ghouls attack the church
Crush the holy priest
Turning the cross towards hell
Writhe in [sings "with"] satan's flames

Crush the priest
The feeble church

(Solo: Brunelle)

Dead - your god is dead
Fools - your god is dead
Useless prayers of lies
Behold satan's rise

Crush the priest
The feeble church
The family of dog
Lust upon my altar

(Solo: Azagthoth)
(Solo: Brunelle)

Demons attack with hate
Satan in the fires of hell awaits
Death against you all
God hear my death call

[long] Chorus

(Solo: Brunelle)

-Morbid Angel

2/13/2007 12:14:00 PM  
Anonymous Glenn Benton said...

I have an inverted cross burned onto my forehead.

See it here:

http://www.bbc.co.uk/suffolk/content/images/2005/11/24/deicide_glen_benton_203_203x152.jpg

1. Lunatic Of God's Creation

Servants of death, enchanter of pain
From the land of no return, you'll kill again
Smear the blood on naked corpse
Manson.

[Chorus:]
Lunatic of God's creation
No resist
Hear the voices of devastation

There is darkness in his eyes
And you won't see it, before you die
Feel the knife of the Lord Divine's
Creation.

[Chorus]


2. Sacrificial Suicide

Satanized, crucified, feel the wrath of suicide
Incus fear of the sphere, angel darkness disappears
Covenant, blasphemous, open up unhollness (unholyness?)
Father Satan, let me just unholy sins

[Chorus:]
Suicide sacrifice
Destruction of holy life
Blood of unholy knife
Satan I sacrifice

Behold the crucifix, symbol of sterility
I am crucifix - Satan
Suicide sacrifice, profeasting evil night
Lust into reality - Satan
Angel of the black abyss, Satan lord I hall (hail?)
Insane blasphemous - Satan
Sacrifical suicide, Ritual to end my life
Benemoth incess my fate - Satan

Dammed to tell, end of my life
Wrath of God - Satan (Warth?)
Sin my soul, blesses with fire
Throne of stone - Satan
I must die, in my wake
Seventh gate - Satan
Suicide, end my life
I must die - Satan

[Lead - Eric]

Suicide sacrifice, thrust of evil deep inside
Lucifer never lies, take away thee mortal life
Demigod, Satan son, commend to body to the ground
Father Satan, I'll find peace when I am God

[Chorus]

TAKE ME!


3. Oblivious To Evil

Join us

Evil night of an evil death
Epitome of illusion
Sacrifice of the unborn child
Enter the kingdom of darkness
Sodomized for the ritual
For there is nowhere to run
Open the gates to the manifestation
And grant me the powers of darkness

[Chorus:]
Infernal majesty, take this dead offering
Feeding the demon seed, evil bestowed on me

Exorice the power of dead
Invert my cross of time
The retaim of Satan anarchy
Inside my scared sign

Lucifer bring me the legions of deaths
Abbadon kill until nothing is left
Celtic god of a satan fate
Oblivious to evil

[Lead - Eric/Brian]

Death of defiled the rituals
Of dreams and disillusion
Unlock the box and gimp in pain
Summon the demons of darkness
Evil Gods that fast with flesh
Prepare me for the dead
Release me from the angels so righteous
For your God is dead

[Chorus]

-Deicide (1990)

2/13/2007 12:23:00 PM  
Anonymous Dr. Bombay said...

You know I've always wondered
why J.F.K.'s body could not
be exhumed and studied for the
ballistic evidence that would
still be present. Goddamitt!!
Lets answer the question of
multiple shooters once and
for all time!! I know some
will say that it shows a lack
of respect for the Kenndey
family, but I for one belive
that all Americans and the whole
world really have a right to
know the truth.

2/13/2007 12:26:00 PM  
Blogger iridescent cuttlefish said...

Sounder,

Very interesting points. The idea of unmediated perception is quite interesting--is it possible, really? If so, wouldn't it be something akin to those glimpses into the ineffable that make perfect sense at the time, but then come out sounding sort of silly when you try to reduce the insight gained to "normal" speech? On the very deepest level, intuition is, I think, not particularly verbal.

There are some interesting hints as to how this sort of thing works when you consider the language of revelations and dreams. This is clearly the subtext in the following description of Eckhart's teachings:

In Eckhart's system, as in that of Plotinus, speculation is never divorced from ethics. On our side the process is a negative one. All our knowledge must be reduced to not-knowledge; our reason and will, as well as our lower faculties, must transcend themselves, must die to live. We must detach ourselves absolutely "even from God," he says. This state of spiritual nudity he calls "poverty." Then, when our house is empty of all else, God can dwell there: "He begets His Son in us." This last phrase has always been a favourite with the mystics. St Paul uses very similar language, and the Epistle to Diognetus, written in the second century, speaks of Christ as, "being ever born anew in the hearts of the saints." Very characteristic, too, is the doctrine that complete detachment from the creatures is the way to union with God.

Jacob Boehme has arrived independently at the same conclusion as Eckhart. "The scholar said to his master: How may I come to the supersensual life, that I may see God and hear Him speak? The master said: When thou canst throw thyself but for a moment into that place where no creature dwelleth, then thou hearest what God speaketh. The scholar asked: Is that near or far off? The master replied: It is in thee, and if thou canst for a while cease from all thy thinking and willing, thou shalt hear unspeakable words of God. The scholar said: How can I hear, when I stand still from thinking and willing? The master answered: When thou standest still from the thinking and willing of self, the eternal hearing, seeing, and speaking will be revealed to thee, and so God heareth and seeth through thee."


Of course, such pursuits are always paradoxical and to those who have no use for such things sound like so much cosmic debris. Although there are arguments which take that phrase from the Zappa dialogues and build them into actually quite "cosmic" philosophies. Their point being that Frank was just sick to death of fakirs and plastic gurus, living in the strange fishbowl of Southern California. Here's a sample from this school of Zappa's Sofa as Philosophical Totem. Zappa on Dada:

In the early days, I didn't even know what to call the stuff my life was made of. You can imagine my delight when I discovered that someone in a distant land had the same idea - AND a nice, short name for it.

Plenty of food for thought in those pages (aber beklecker nicht das Sofa, Sofa!)

I also like your solution to my own cosmic bird dilemma, as it takes me out of it altogether--I'm just a spectator to some grandly chaotic design. This whole line of thought, from the Eckhart stuff through Zappa's disdain for gurus to your solution to my enigma all remind me a great deal of what I was trying to tell you about ego-death, which you corrected me on, saying it was more of an ego re-alignment. This could very well be what FZ was talking about when he wrote:

Any way the wind blows

Now that I am free from the troubles of the past
Took me much too long to see that our romance couldn't
last
I'm gonna go away and leave you standing at the
door
I'll tell you pretty baby I won't be back no
more
'Cause you don't even know what love is
for
Any way the wind blows...


Obviously, he wasn't talking about some typical "romance." As always, thanks, Dude.


Dr. Bombay,

Did you read the story about Wecht trying to take the bullet fragments out of Connally before they buried him? It wasn't even the family that slammed that door--it was the dark glasses and uniform suits who whispered, "National security," just like we already knew. What's the mystery? Not that anyone involved in the circus of the coup is really to be trusted--Wecht was doing some funny stuff back in '72-'73 with Nixon when the Dick of Tricks began the War On Drugs. (See DuPont and the development of urine tests on that one...)

2/13/2007 12:48:00 PM  
Blogger RD said...

I thought all you occult guys and gals here would get a kick out of a lizard human photo contest their having over a worth1000 right now. If youve ever heard any of david Ickes stuff this is funny....

http://www.worth1000.com/cache/contest/contestcache.asp?contest_id=11627

2/13/2007 03:24:00 PM  
Anonymous Oarwell said...

(aber beklecker nicht das Sofa, Sofa!)

Cuttlefish, watch your language, even if you are quoting FZ. There are youngsters in the room.

2/13/2007 04:12:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

The mechanistic explanation is partial science, it's has a certain applicability, but it's incomplete.

Science is idolatry rather than science when it claims that everything has a mechanical explanation and nothing else.

For instance, how do you explain a hologram? Every square millimeter of space contains the entire picture. Every 100th of a square millimeter, every 1000th...

2/13/2007 04:25:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

The mechanistic explanation is partial science, it's has a certain applicability, but it's incomplete.

Science is idolatry rather than science when it claims that everything has a mechanical explanation and nothing else.

For instance, how do you explain a hologram? Every square millimeter of space contains the entire picture. Every 100th of a square millimeter, every 1000th...

xoznpwbv!

2/13/2007 04:26:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

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2/13/2007 04:38:00 PM  
Anonymous Well, after number 4 comes NUMBER 5 said...

He claims to be Anna Nicole's secret lover, and now, in this “Extra” world exclusive, a heartbroken Alexander Denk drops a bombshell about Baby Dannielynn’s real father and Anna’s secret medical condition that may have caused her death.

“She told me everything,” Denk told us. “She told me things no one else knows.”

Denk, who was Anna Nicole's bodyguard for two years, first met the supermodel when he was cast as the chef on "The Anna Nicole Show.”

“I think it was an instant spark, and I think for her it was the same,” he said.

Denk claims he and Anna had a passionate love affair that lasted for two years.

“She was wonderful,” he insisted. “A very sensitive and emotional woman. A very good kisser, I must say.”

But Alexander told “Extra” that he knew Anna was in trouble the last time he talked to her two weeks ago, a conversation that now haunts him.

“She was sick of being called names,” he said. “Everyone was bashing on her and calling her names and putting her down and suing her.”

Now, only on “Extra,” Denk breaks this stunning secret about Anna's health that could affect the investigation into her death. He claims the reality TV star suffered from life threatening seizures, for which she was on medication.

But Denk does not believe drugs were to blame for Anna Nicole’s death.

“My opinion, I don’t think so,” he told us. “I think she was exhausted.”

Then, Denk dropped the baby bombshell we never saw coming. When asked if Smith ever revealed to him the real father of Dannielynn, Denk responded, “She always told me she wanted to have her kids with me.”

So is there a possibility Denk is Dannielynn’s father?

“There’s always a possibility,” he insisted.

Alexander hired prominent Beverly Hills attorney Cyrus Nownejad, and he made it clear he wants to raise Baby Dannielynn if she is his.

But for now, his thoughts are with his lost love.

“Poor Anna, Denk said through tears. “I hope she’s in peace wherever she is.”

2/13/2007 04:44:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Please allow me to introduce myself
Im a man of wealth and taste
Ive been around for a long, long year
Stole many a mans soul and faith
And I was round when jesus christ
Had his moment of doubt and pain
Made damn sure that pilate
Washed his hands and sealed his fate
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But whats puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
I stuck around st. petersburg
When I saw it was a time for a change
Killed the czar and his ministers
Anastasia screamed in vain
I rode a tank
Held a generals rank
When the blitzkrieg raged
And the bodies stank
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name, oh yeah
Ah, whats puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah
I watched with glee
While your kings and queens
Fought for ten decades
For the gods they made
I shouted out,
Who killed the kennedys?
When after all
It was you and me
Let me please introduce myself
Im a man of wealth and taste
And I laid traps for troubadours
Who get killed before they reached bombay
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But whats puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah, get down, baby
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But whats confusing you
Is just the nature of my game
Just as every cop is a criminal
And all the sinners saints
As heads is tails
Just call me lucifer
cause Im in need of some restraint
So if you meet me
Have some courtesy
Have some sympathy, and some taste
Use all your well-learned politesse
Or Ill lay your soul to waste, um yeah
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, um yeah
But whats puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, um mean it, get down
Woo, who
Oh yeah, get on down
Oh yeah
Oh yeah!
Tell me baby, whats my name
Tell me honey, can ya guess my name
Tell me baby, whats my name
I tell you one time, youre to blame
Ooo, who
Ooo, who
Ooo, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Oh, yeah
Whats me name
Tell me, baby, whats my name
Tell me, sweetie, whats my name
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Oh, yeah.


Done up in lace, done up in rubber for my lover,
Sabina

2/13/2007 07:50:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Read the words carefully for you are all to blame, for you MEN created your own problems.

MAN is the BEAST, we shall dominate him.

The time is here, so go kill and be killed.

Sabina

2/13/2007 07:55:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

When the shit hits the fan you will be unable to see what has made a direct hit, there is nothing next.

GAME OVER

The devastation will decapitate the
infrastructure and the governmemt wwill be in hiding and you will be utterly blinded because you believed their lies. and are UNPREPARED for
what lies ahead.

They sold us out a long time ago.

Sabina

2/13/2007 08:01:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Eigen schuld, dikke bult.

Sabina

2/13/2007 08:05:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Or for the non-dutch,the last post means:
That you have made the bed, and now you have to sleep in it.

Slaap lekker,
Sabina

2/13/2007 08:08:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

HEKATE is no bimbo,hahaha.

She is the SAVAGE FACE OF TERROR

Also called Agriope ('savage face'), was the daughter of the Titan Perses and of Asteria, although sometimes it is said that Zeus himself fathered her, and she is the mother of Scylla. It is thought that she was also known as the dark side of the goddesses, Artemis, Selene, or Diana. She was said to have three faces, symbolizing her power over the underworld, earth, and air, thus she is sometimes depicted with a three heads, that of a dog, a horse, and a lion. Sometimes she is also portrayed with a torch or with a back of hounds. She was only worshipped at night by torchlight and dogs and black lambs were sacrificed to her.

Hecate is goddess of the underworld, of chthonic rites, and of black magic as well as goddess of night and darkness. She may also have been a moon goddess representing its terror and darkness just as Diana represented the moonlight splendor. Medea was her priestess to whom she taught the art of magic.

Medea then [they found] going from chamber to chamber in search of her sister, for Hera detained her within that day; but beforetime she was not wont to haunt the palace, but all day long was busied in Hecate's temple, since she herself was the priestess of the goddess.
The Argonautica (ll. 210-259)

According to the Homeric Hymn to Demeter, Hades abducted Persephone, the daughter of Zeus and Demeter, and forced her to live with him in the underworld. During Demeter's search for her daugher, she met Hecate, who admitted she too had heard Persephone's cries for help but didn't know who abducted her. Helios told Demeter that Hades was Persephone's abductor, and that Zeus had given him permission to do that. Demeter grew angry at this and protested by preventing all grain from growing until her daughter was given back to her. Hades propositoned Persephone to stay with him, and before she left, secretly gave her some pomegranate seed, so that she could never permanently stay in the light. Demeter was horrified at this action, and entrusted Persephone to Hecate:

'Then bright-coiffed Hecate came near to them, and often did she embrace the daughter of holy Demeter: and from that time the lady Hecate was minister and companion to Persephone.' Hymn to Demeter (439-441)

Hecate isn't always seen as a dark goddess. Hesiod wrote about Hecate received great honors by many, including Zeus.

Again, Phoebe came to the desired embrace of Coeus.

Then the goddess through the love of the god conceived and brought forth dark-gowned Leto, always mild, kind to men and to the deathless gods, mild from the beginning, gentlest in all Olympus. Also she bare Asteria of happy name, whom Perses once led to his great house to be called his dear wife. And she conceived and bare Hecate whom Zeus the son of Cronos honoured above all. He gave her splendid gifts, to have a share of the earth and the unfruitful sea. She received honour also in starry heaven, and is honoured exceedingly by the deathless gods. For to this day, whenever any one of men on earth offers rich sacrifices and prays for favour according to custom, he calls upon Hecate. Great honour comes full easily to him whose prayers the goddess receives favourably, and she bestows wealth upon him; for the power surely is with her. For as many as were born of Earth and Ocean amongst all these she has her due portion. The son of Cronos did her no wrong nor took anything away of all that was her portion among the former Titan gods: but she holds, as the division was at the first from the beginning, privilege both in earth, and in heaven, and in sea. Also, because she is an only child, the goddess receives not less honour, but much more still, for Zeus honours her. Whom she will she greatly aids and advances: she sits by worshipful kings in judgement, and in the assembly whom she will is distinguished among the people. And when men arm themselves for the battle that destroys men, then the goddess is at hand to give victory and grant glory readily to whom she will. Good is she also when men contend at the games, for there too the goddess is with them and profits them: and he who by might and strength gets the victory wins the rich prize easily with joy, and brings glory to his parents. And she is good to stand by horsemen, whom she will: and to those whose business is in the grey discomfortable sea, and who pray to Hecate and the loud-crashing Earth-Shaker, easily the glorious goddess gives great catch, and easily she takes it away as soon as seen, if so she will. She is good in the byre with Hermes to increase the stock. The droves of kine and wide herds of goats and flocks of fleecy sheep, if she will, she increases from a few, or makes many to be less. So, then. albeit her mother's only child, she is honoured amongst all the deathless gods. And the son of Cronos made her a nurse of the young who after that day saw with their eyes the light of all-seeing Dawn. So from the beginning she is a nurse of the young, and these are her honours.
- Theogony of Hesiod (ll. 404-452)

She protects all of us Witches,
Sabina the High Priestess
of the sexymaenads coven

2/13/2007 08:14:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

We worship her tonight by the fire.
The moon is hers now waning thin.

Hail Persephone, Demeter and Hekate,
we are in your service tonight,
sexymaenads

2/13/2007 08:19:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Sabrina and company!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Please, what is the point???

What is it that you all want from this virual spewing of hate and Why are you being so so disrespectful to Jeff????

You all must be in a lot pain and are not dealing very well with the HUMAN DILEMMA we are all participating in.

Evolution is upon us whether you like ot not.
Go play somewhere else. We WILL ignore you.

What SWEETHEARTS you are!!!
HAPPY VALETINE'S DAY!!!!!

LOVE and KISSES
BY BY

2/13/2007 09:54:00 PM  
Anonymous Jack Nicholson said...

REDRUM!REDRUM!REDRUM!RED..

Ahhh.... Fuck it. My arthritis
is acting up..

2/13/2007 10:34:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

The Jewish Run Media


The media is a powerful tool. It shapes public opinion as most people are indoctrinated to "have faith" to do as their are told, and not to think for themselves. The Jews have the entire media from the film industry to the local news tied up. Jews are in all of the key positions, no different from their control of the Catholic Church and the Protestant World Council of Churches.

The average Jew, though lacking in creative ability, has an IQ of 135 (100 is normal). This is above the 98th percentile of the population. In addition, most are college educated. While high intelligence and advanced education are desirable and noteworthy, the problem lies in what these self-appointed "Chosen of God" are doing to the detriment of the Gentile peoples in their relentless quest for Jewish world domination.

These people have played both sides against the middle for centuries in order to deceive the Gentiles. A prime example is how Israel is openly democratic, but works to promote communism behind the scenes. In order to further add more deception, the Jewish run media would forever whine and publicize any injustices committed against the Jewish people in the former Soviet Union. Unbeknownst to many, the Jews had full control of the Kremlin from the beginning. This was just a front. They don't care how many of their own they have to sacrifice to reach their goals. Their success comes from controlling both sides.

If you can understand the above, the program of Christianity is so obvious. On one hand, they claim to be against Christianity, but behind the scenes, they run the entire program as they are all in key positions. Pope John Paul II, who was born of a Jewish mother (Katz) is only one of a long line of Jewish Catholic popes. There are also many Catholic Cardinals, Bishops and high ranking clergy who are Jews, all controlling the important positions. Publically claiming persecution by Christians is very clever as most people don't even stop to think. Nearly every book about the Inquisition makes it blatant that the Jews were victimized, though the authors fail to mention that the Inquisition itself was run and operated by Jews in the Catholic Church. All of this is to create a diversion and distraction, same as the Christian concept of the character of the Devil keeps Christians fearful and under their control.

The Jewish controlled media has always been behind blaspheming the True Creator God Satan, and making the Original Gods into monsters and spooks. They demean them, and make them look like buffons to the world. A perfect example is a movie found in most video stores titled "Dagon." Dagon was God of the Gentile Phoenicians and Philistines. The box has a hideous looking monster on it and is of the "horror" genre. The number of demeaning movies about Satan is endless. He is depicted as the epitome of all evil, shown as a threatening monster out to possess souls and damn them to an everlasting fire, among other things.

While the Jews openly protest Christianity, they promote it behind the scenes. Christians get the prime time slots and much positive publicity from the Jewish media. Christianity is a program with a means to an end. It is a stepping off point to atheism which is the essence of communism. Promoting communism, where all spiritual power is given up and denyed is the real purpose of the bible. Because Christianity is a false religion, little or nothing ever happens in the way of spirituality. Intelligent people who can think for themselves often turn to atheism while the sheep remain enslaved. The goal of Jewish communism is the Jewish run state becomes "God" and all belief in and knowledge of spirituality is destroyed. Spiritual powers are kept in the hands of a controlling few - again Jews. The goal of Christianity is to make people believe spiritual power and anything of the occult and spirit world is nothing but fiction. Again, they play both sides against the middle as the Jewish movie producers and script writes will publically take the heat for ridiculing Christianity in movies and sitcoms, but behind the scenes, they promote it.



Below is an excerpt of an article revealing the extent of the control the Jews have over our media:

The Facts of Jewish Media Control

Electronic News & Entertainment Media

The largest media conglomerate today is Walt Disney Company, whose chairman and CEO, Michael Eisner, is a Jew. The Disney Empire, headed by a man described by one media analyst as a "control freak", includes several television production companies (Walt Disney Television, Touchstone Television, Buena Vista Television), its own cable network with 14 million subscribers, and two video production companies.

As for feature films, the Walt Disney Picture Group, headed by Joe Roth (also a Jew), includes Touchstone Pictures, Hollywood Pictures, and Caravan Pictures. Disney also owns Miramax Films, run by the Weinstein brothers. When the Disney Company was run by the Gentile Disney family prior to its takeover by Eisner in 1984, it epitomized wholesome, family entertainment. While it still holds the rights to Snow White, under Eisner, the company has expanded into the production of graphic sex and violence. In addition, it has 225 affiliated stations in the United States and is part owner of several European TV companies.

ABC's cable subsidiary, ESPN, is headed by president and CEO Steven Bornstein, a Jew. This corporation also has a controlling share of Lifetime Television and the Arts & Entertainment Network cable companies. ABC Radio Network owns eleven AM and ten FM stations, again in major cities such as New York, Washington, Los Angeles, and has over 3,400 affiliates. Although primarily a telecommunications company, Capital Cities/ABC earned over $1 billion in publishing in 1994. It owns seven daily newspapers, Fairchild Publications, Chilton Publications, and the Diversified Publishing Group.

Time Warner, Inc, is the second of the international media leviathans. The chairman of the board and CEO, Gerald Levin, is a Jew. Time Warner's subsidiary HBO is the country's largest pay-TV cable network. Warner Music is by far the world's largest record company, with 50 labels, the biggest of which is Warner Brothers Records, headed by Danny Goldberg. Stuart Hersch is president of Warnervision, Warner Music's video production unit. Goldberg and Hersch are Jews. Warner Music was an early promoter of "gangsta rap." Through its involvement with Interscope Records, it helped popularize a genre whose graphic lyrics explicitly urge Blacks to commit acts of violence against Whites.

In addition to cable and music, Time Warner is heavily involved in the production of feature films (Warner Brothers Studio) and publishing. Time Warner's publishing division (editor-in-chief Norman Pearlstine, a Jew) is the largest magazine publisher in the country (Time, Sports Illustrated, People, Fortune).

When Ted Turner, a Gentile, made a bid to buy CBS in 1985, there was panic in media boardrooms across the nation. Turner made a fortune in advertising and then had built a successful cable-TV news network, CNN. Although Turner employed a number of Jews in key executive positions in CNN and had never taken public positions contrary to Jewish interests, he is a man with a large ego and a strong personality and was regarded by Chairman William Paley (real name Palinsky, a Jew) and the other Jews at CBS as uncontrollable: a loose cannon who might at some time in the future turn against them.

Furthermore, Jewish newsman Daniel Schorr, who had worked for Turner, publicly charged that his former boss held a personal dislike for Jews. To block Turner's bid, CBS executives invited billionaire Jewish theater, hotel, insurance, and cigarette magnate Laurence Tisch to launch a "friendly" takeover of the company, and from 1986 till 1995 Tisch was the chairman and CEO of CBS, removing any threat of non-Jewish influence there. Subsequent efforts by Turner to acquire a major network have been obstructed by Levin's Time Warner, which owns nearly 20 percent of CBS stock and has veto power over major deals.

Viacom, Inc, headed by Sumner Redstone (born Murray Rothstein), a Jew, is the third largest megamedia corporation in the country, with revenues of over $10 billion a year. Viacom, which produces and distributes TV programs for the three largest networks, owns 12 television stations and 12 radio stations. It produces feature films through Paramount Pictures, headed by Jewess Sherry Lansing. Its publishing division includes Prentice Hall, Simon & Schuster, and Pocket Books. It distributes videos through over 4,000 Blockbuster stores. Viacom's chief claim to fame, however, is as the world's largest provider of cable programming, through its Showtime, MTV, Nickelodeon, and other networks. Since 1989, MTV and Nickelodeon have acquired larger and larger shares of the younger television audience.

With the top three, and by far the largest, media companies in the hand of Jews, it is difficult to believe that such an overwhelming degree of control came about without a deliberate, concerted effort on their part. What about the other big media companies? Number four on the list is Rupert Murdoch's News Corporation, which owns Fox Television and 20th Century Fox Films. Murdoch is a Gentile, but Peter Chermin, who heads Murdoch's film studio and also oversees his TV production, is a Jew. Number five is the Japanese Sony Corporation, whose U.S. subsidiary, Sony Corporation of America, is run by Michael Schulhof, a Jew. Alan Levine, another Jew, heads the Sony Pictures division.

Most of the television and movie production companies that are not owned by the largest corporations are also controlled by Jews. For example, New World Entertainment, proclaimed by one media analyst as "the premiere independent TV program producer in the United States," is owned by Ronald Perelman, a Jew. The best known of the smaller media companies, Dreamworks SKG, is a strictly kosher affair. Dream Works was formed in 1994 amid great media hype by recording industry mogul David Geffen, former Disney Pictures chairman Jeffrey Katzenberg, and film director Steven Spielberg, all three of whom are Jews. The company produces movies, animated films, television programs, and recorded music. Two other large production companies, MCA and Universal Pictures, are both owned by Seagram Company, Ltd. The president and CEO of Seagram, the liquor giant, is Edgar Bronfman Jr., who is also president of the World Jewish Congress.

It is well known that Jews have controlled the production and distribution of films since the inception of the movie industry in the early decades of the 20th century. This is still the case today. Films produced by just the five largest motion picture companies mentioned above--Disney, Warner Brothers, Sony, Paramount (Viacom), and Universal (Seagram)--accounted for 74 per cent of the total box- office receipts for the first eight months of 1995.

The big three in television network broadcasting used to be ABC, CBS, and NBC. With the consolidation of the media empires, these three are no longer independent entities. While they were independent, however, each was controlled by a Jew since its inception: ABC by Leonard Goldenson, CBS first by William Paley and then by Lawrence Tisch, and NBC first by David Sarnoff and then by his son Robert.

Over periods of several decades, these networks were staffed from top to bottom with Jews, and the essential Jewishness of network television did not change when the networks were absorbed by other corporations. The Jewish presence in television news remains particularly strong.

As noted, ABC is part of Eisner's Disney Company, and the executive producers of ABC's news programs are all Jews: Victor Neufeld (20- 20), Bob Reichbloom (Good Morning America), and Rick Kaplan (World News Tonight). CBS was recently purchased by Westinghouse Electric Corporation. Nevertheless, the man appointed by Lawrence Tisch, Eric Ober, remains president of CBS News, and Ober is a Jew. At NBC, now owned by General Electric, NBC News president Andrew Lack is a Jew, as are executive producers Jeff Zucker (Today), Jeff Gralnick (NBC Nightly News), and Neal Shapiro (Dateline).

The Print Media After television news, daily newspapers are the most influential information medium in America. Sixty million of them are sold (and presumably read) each day. These millions are divided among some 1,500 different publications. One might conclude that the sheer number of different newspapers across America would provide a safeguard against Jewish control and distortion. However, this is not the case. There is less independence, less competition, and much less representation of our interests than a casual observer would think.

The days when most cities and even towns had several independently owned newspapers published by local people with close ties to the community are gone. Today, most "local" newspapers are owned by a rather small number of large companies controlled by executives who live and work hundreds or ever thousands of miles away.

The fact is that only about 25 per cent of the country's 1,500 papers are independently owned; the rest belong to multi-newspaper chains. Only a handful are large enough to maintain independent reporting staffs outside their own communities; the rest depend on these few for all of their national and international news.

The Newhouse empire of Jewish brothers Samuel and Donald Newhouse provides an example of more than the lack of real competition among America's daily newspapers: it also illustrates the insatiable appetite Jews have shown for all the organs of opinion control on which they could fasten their grip. The Newhouses own 26 daily newspapers, including several large and important ones, such as the Cleveland Plain Dealer, the Newark Star-Ledger, and the New Orleans Times-Picayune; the nation's largest trade book publishing conglomerate, Random House, with all its subsidiaries; Newhouse Broadcasting, consisting of 12 television broadcasting stations and 87 cable-TV systems, including some of the country's largest cable networks; the Sunday supplement Parade, with a circulation of more than 22 million copies per week; some two dozen major magazines, including the New Yorker, Vogue, Madmoiselle, Glamour, Vanity Fair, Bride's, Gentlemen's Quarterly, Self, House & Garden, and all the other magazines of the wholly owned Conde Nast group.

This Jewish media empire was founded by the late Samuel Newhouse, an immigrant from Russia. The gobbling up of so many newspapers by the Newhouse family was in large degree made possible by the fact that newspapers are not supported by their subscribers, but by their advertisers. It is advertising revenue--not the small change collected from a newspaper's readers--that largely pays the editor's salary and yields the owner's profit.

Whenever the large advertisers in a city choose to favor one newspaper over another with their business, the favored newspaper will flourish while its competitor dies. Since the beginning of the 20th century, when Jewish mercantile power in America became a dominant economic force, there has been a steady rise in the number of American newspapers in Jewish hands, accompanied by a steady decline in the number of competing Gentile newspapers--primarily as a result of selective advertising policies by Jewish merchants.

Furthermore, even those newspapers still under Gentile ownership and management are so thoroughly dependent upon Jewish advertising revenue that their editorial and news reporting policies are largely constrained by Jewish likes and dislikes. It holds true in the newspaper business as elsewhere that he who pays the piper calls the tune.

Three Jewish Newspapers

The suppression of competition and the establishment of local monopolies on the dissemination of news and opinion have characterized the rise of Jewish control over America's newspapers. The resulting ability of the Jews to use the press as an unopposed instrument of Jewish policy could hardly be better illustrated than by the examples of the nation's three most prestigious and influential newspapers: the New York Times, the Wall Street Journal, and the Washington Post.

These three, dominating America's financial and political capitals, are the newspapers which set the trends and the guidelines for nearly all the others. They are the ones which decide what is news and what isn't, at the national and international levels. They originate the news; the others merely copy it, and all three newspapers are in Jewish hands.

The New York Times was founded in 1851 by two Gentiles, Henry Raymond and George Jones. After their deaths, it was purchased in 1896 from Jones's estate by a wealthy Jewish publisher, Adolph Ochs. His great-grandson, Arthur Ochs Sulzberger, Jr., is the paper's current publisher and CEO. The executive editor is Max Frankel, and the managing editor is Joseph Lelyveld. Both of the latter are also Jews. The Sulzberger family also owns, through the New York Times Co., 33 other newspapers, including the Boston Globe; twelve magazines, including McCall's and Family Circle with circulations of more than 5 million each; seven radio and TV broadcasting stations; a cable-TV system; and three book publishing companies. The New York Times News Service transmits news stories, features, and photographs from the New York Times by wire to 506 other newspapers, news agencies, and magazines.

Of similar national importance is the Washington Post, which, by establishing its "leaks" throughout government agencies in Washington, has an inside track on news involving the Federal government. The Washington Post, like the New York Times, had a non- Jewish origin. It was established in 1877 by Stilson Hutchins, purchased from him in 1905 by John McLean, and later inherited by Edward McLean.

In June 1933, however, at the height of the Great Depression, the newspaper was forced into bankruptcy. It was purchased at a bankruptcy auction by Eugene Meyer, a Jewish financier. The Washington Post is now run by Katherine Meyer Graham, Eugene Meyer's daughter. She is the principal stockholder and the board chairman of the Washington Post Co. In 1979, she appointed her son Donald publisher of the paper. He now also holds the posts of president and CEO of the Washington Post Co. The Washington Post Co. has a number of other media holdings in newspapers, television, and magazines, most notably the nation's number-two weekly newsmagazine, Newsweek.

The Wall Street Journal, which sells 1.8 million copies each weekday, is the nation's largest-circulation daily newspaper. It is owned by Dow Jones & Company, Inc., a New York corporation which also publishes 24 other daily newspapers and the weekly financial tabloid Barron's, among other things. The chairman and CEO of Dow Jones is Peter Kann, who is a Jew. Kann also holds the posts of chairman and publisher of the Wall Street Journal.

Most of New York's other major newspapers are in no better hands than the New York Times and the Wall Street Journal. The New York Daily News is owned by Jewish real-estate developer Mortimer B. Zuckerman. The Village Voice is the personal property of Leonard Stern, the billionaire Jewish owner of the Hartz Mountain pet supply firm.

Other Mass Media

The story is pretty much the same for other media as it is for television, radio, and newspapers. Consider, for example, newsmagazines. There are only three of any note published in the United States: Time, Newsweek, and U.S. News and World Report. Time, with a weekly circulation of 4.1 million, is published by a susidiary of Time Warner Communications.

The CEO of Time Warner Communications, as mentioned above, is Gerald Levin, a Jew. Newsweek, as mentioned above, is published by the Washington Post Company, under the Jewess Katherine Meyer Graham. Its weekly circulation is 3.2 million. U.S. News & World Report, with a weekly circulation of 2.3 million, is owned and published by Mortimer Zuckerman, a Jew. Zuckerman also owns the Atlantic Monthly and New York's tabloid newspaper, the Daily News, which is the sixth- largest paper in the country.

Among the giant book-publishing conglomerates, the situation is also Jewish. Three of the six largest book publishers in the U.S., according to Publisher's Weekly, are owned or controlled by Jews. The three are first-place Random House (with its many subsidiaries, including Crown Publishing Group), third-place Simon & Schuster, and sixth-place Time Warner Trade Group (including Warner Books and Little, Brown). Another publisher of special significance is Western Publishing. Although it ranks only 13th in size among all U.S. publishers, it ranks first among publishers of children's books, with more than 50 percent of the market. Its chairman and CEO is Richard Snyder, a Jew, who just replaced Richard Bernstein, also a Jew.

The Effect of Jewish Control of the Media

These are the facts of Jewish media control in America. Anyone willing to spend several hours in a large library can verify their accuracy. I hope that these facts are disturbing to you, to say the least. Should any minority be allowed to wield such awesome power? Certainly, not and allowing a people with beliefs such as expressed in the Talmud, to determine what we get to read or watch in effect gives this small minority the power to mold our minds to suit their own Talmudic interests, interests which as we have demonstrated are diametrically opposed to the interests of our people.

By permitting the Jews to control our news and entertainment media, we are doing more than merely giving them a decisive influence on our political system and virtual control of our government; we also are giving them control of the minds and souls of our children, whose attitudes and ideas are shaped more by Jewish television and Jewish films than by their parents, their schools, or any other influence.

HIGH PRIESTESS,
Sabina

2/17/2007 12:37:00 PM  
Anonymous Oarwell said...

From the Amazon review of 'How the World Really Works,' reviewed by Robert Steele:

I am going to put my reputation on the line, and the 850+ non-fiction books I have read that make me the #1 Amazon reviewer for non-fiction (and to my great surprise, today #49 over all fiction, movies, music, and software as well as non-fiction) for the simple reason that too many people discuss books such as this by labeling it "conspiracy theory."

It's not a conspiracy theory if it is true. I will try to be brief as well as illuminative.

First off, the author has culled a handful of books that support his case against a global financial elite, and these tend, with the exception of the Quigley book, to be left of left of center. I am however happy to add a number of books that support his essential theses that a handful of banking families control the central banks which are NOT government banks, and through loans, control governments, impoverish the middle class, and harvest profit without conscience from the "working poor."

Try these on for size:

1) Confessions of an Economic Hit Man by John Perkins. 85% rock solid, 15% flakey, but in my view, a perfectly reasonable slam on the World Trade Organization and the International Monetary Fund as instruments for impoverishing lesser developed countries, not empowering them.

2) The End of Poverty by Jeffrey Sachs, another slam on the WTO/IMF, which he relegates to third rate out-dated economist ranks, not at all focused or able to achieve what he calls "developmental economics."

3) The Global Class War by Jeff Faux, a fine discussion of how our elites bribe the elites in other countries, and the both screw the public by looting the commonwealths of gold, oil, etcetera, without returns to the people whose families have lived on top of these resources for centuries.

4) Running on Empty, by Paul Peterson of the Council of Foreign Relations (which the author hates, in my view it has two types of members--one manipulative like Henry Kissinger, another honest, like Paul Peterson), in which both the Republican and the Democratic parties are lambasted for being the ignorant slaves of the ultra-rich elites, and hopeless out of touch with reality and unable to represent We the People.

5) War is a Racket by General Smedley Butler, the highest decorated Marine of his time, who complained about being an enforcer for banks and businesses that lent money to the Third World then sent the Marines to get it back for them.

There are many other books that support this author's book reviews in great detail and from many varied perspectives. I refer you to my various lists, including the list on "Screwing the 90% that do the work."

The author has some pretensions and some slop, his arguments are not always consistent, but then neither are mine. On balance I regard this book as a first rate personal effort that should be read by every middle class person wondering, as Lou Dobbs on CNN has wondered, why we are exporting middle class jobs and importing poverty in the form of illegal aliens.

The author wraps up his varied reviews with a focus on the relationship between organized crime and the super-elite as well as their political elite (e.g. the Bush family, the best of the servant class), and on the relationship between drugs, covert operations, and Wall Street. Here again the author draws on a very tiny sub-set of books while not listing many others that support his thesis so I will mention a few here.

Having been through both Viet-Nam as a youth and the Central American Wars as an adult, I am quite certain that there are at least four different slices of the Central Intelligence Agency (CIA) where I served for ten years as a clandestine case officer:

A small slice does what the White House wants, including black bag jobs.

A small but more important slice does what Wall Street wants, and helps Wall Street with access to financially relevant information that the public which pays for the CIA does not get. Buzzy Krongard, until recently Executive Director of the CIA, comes to mind as the most recent leader of this section.

A larger slice, that does covert action off the books with funding from Saudi Arabia and others, sometimes called the Safari Club, sometimes having off-shoots like Ted Shackley's Southern Air Transport, and so on. This slice can provide the intersection between criminal activities, white collar crime profits, illegal White House activities, and plain profiteering.

Finally, 90% of the CIA, folks like me that did not realize they were simply going through the motions and giving the local counterintelligence service a full-time rabbit to follow while the commercial clandestine boys and girls looted the bank in bright daylight.

I have two intelligence lists that can be helpful here, but I have not focused on creating crime lists. I'll just say that between the books on the "working poor" and on being "nickeled and dimed" and books on immoral predatory capitalism and unilateral militarism of the Dick Cheney variety (I have compiled a list of 25 specific impeachable actions by Dick Cheney based on three books: One Percent Doctrine, VICE, and Crossing the Rubicon). There is a very clear-cut and direct relationship between dictators, transnational organized crime and terrorism, and Wall Street as well as the Republican and Democratic National Committees.

That reminds me: there is an entire literature on petroleum, peak oil, petrodollars, and so on. Americans have been betrayed by their government since at least 1975, and more likely, back to the 1950's when naiveté about international affairs was replaced by active complicity.

Good news. 1) Internet leveled playing field. 2) Not enough guns to kill us all. 3) A few of the really rich have realized they need to help us create infinite wealth for ourselves, or lose all they have to locusts. Read, be vocal, be active, we're going to get a grip on our commonwealth soon.

2/17/2007 02:25:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

zondag 18 feb 2007


When one door of happiness closes, another opens; but often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one which has been opened for us.

Everything has its wonders, even darkness and silence, and I learn whatever state I am in, therin to be content

Never bend your head. Hold it high. Look the world straight in the eye.

People do not like to think. If one thinks, one must reach conclusions. Conclusions are not always pleasant.

The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt within the heart.

Life is either a daring adventure or nothing. Security does not exist in nature, nor do the children of men as a whole experience it. Avoiding danger is no safer in the long run than exposure.

Helen Keller
US blind & deaf educator (1880 - 1968)


Sabina

2/18/2007 04:33:00 PM  
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