Wolves Clothes Change but Breath Smells the Same

Sometimes I have to articulate something to realize the answer. Earlier in the week I made an observation about a public figure being ok to a certain point. Evidently that person saw what I said because they addressed it the next day. What I realized is that anyone who is popular is going to be dumbing it down at some point. It’s a reality still in this transitional period, at least it seems to be for anyone who uses the visual medium. Whether it’s confirmation bias or seething machismo, I’m reminded again that we are all just human.

The larger revelation being that the more aware and enlightened one becomes, the more likely it is that you would not put anyone on a pedestal. As this person has said, “Hero worship diminishes the hero and you.”

In a related area to this as I see it is the dichotomy between being awake and desiring unity. The coexist graphic is nice and all but how much credibility does unity really have? You wouldn’t try to graft a dead limb back on to a healthy tree would you? It reminds me of how many times a person has already indicted themselves by the way they think they are asking a question filled with presupposition, preconception and judgement.

For me it’s more about finding people with a commonality of purpose. Half measures aren’t enough and never have been. There are always going to be those who jump on whatever the current band wagon seems to be the flavor of the day, sometimes without a single clue as to what they are voicing their support for. There’s just no reason to stay around people whether it be online or in person who are content having formed all their opinions when they were a teen or before. Not  everyone who talks about being open minded knows what it means. And not everyone who talks about being awake knows what it means.

I had more fun at a music festival last summer that I would have thought possible. The one draw back was that they sold it as being somewhat clued into healthy food and not ripping people off. The people who heated the vegetables for a wrap, had them at an ungodly high temperature which completely defeats the purpose as well as using corn based products and GMO rice. Pretty much what you would expect at something like that but don’t say that you’re doing something that you’re not. Is that really so hard to grasp? And three dollars for a small cup of coffee from the cheapest kind of coffee maker.

Those types of group think are annoying to me and I realize it wouldn’t be for everyone. It comes back to knowing yourself above all else because just as you can’t have a healthy relationship without knowing productive self love, you have to admit your own dark side to relate well to others. I only claim to be on the path that works for me and never seek “converts”.



The Christmas

Don’t worry, this isn’t pro or con. I’m sure we all get enough of that.

It was the days of innocence, thinking that it would never end. Every year, traveling to South Carolina from the Pittsburgh area.

One of those times in life where the anticipation matched the occasion. It was about the love of grandparents and cousins. Seeing the red dirt as something special, the warmer weather and an immense feeling of freedom always ensued. Even the inevitable back and forth that I had to hear from my parents on the way back home couldn’t spoil it for me.

I don’t even think it was the presents that made it so special. My grandmother saved all year for the grands. She would give all the kids 25.00. One year I spent all of mine on Elton John records, not realizing that you don’t really need the greatest hits if you’re buying all of them. That was a major deal because my folks expressed much chagrin over the unwise use of the small fortune. That turned into quite the episode between my parents and who we called, Mama and Papa. Nothing was ever right out in the open. The tension and foolish friction was always more along the lines of ulcer generation and heart attacks.

My grandfather was a huge fan of Scope and alcohol and that smell was the first thing to greet me at the top of the stairs. I didn’t exactly understand what it was about, it was just part of the magic smells mixed with the pine tree and lingering aroma of the best food that I have ever had. He also would usually give the kids a big tablet and pencils. I think he would give some gifts early because I distinctly remember the look on his face one year when he handed me a new flashlight. I guess it must be the unconditional love that a child usually experiences from grandparents that makes them so special. I could even smoke around them when my parents weren’t around, which is not the best example but the first one that comes to mind. I still have the pewter ash tray that I salvaged when they were no more.

I hope children today still have some of that magic. It looks like they are forced into adulthood so soon. Another special memory was how I loved the Wizard of Oz and had my father read to me some of the many variations of the story. Thinking back it was a special moment in time, more than anything. It will forever be in my heart and to borrow someone else’s lyric, a memory that makes me a wealthy soul.


My Journey Into & From infowars

Sometime in 2011 I began to watch and shortly thereafter began to compile a daily synopsis of the radio show to share with others(never a big fan of half measures). It was definitely more interesting than news channels. Foolishly I assumed that if someone is giving you a third side to CNN, et al…it must be legit. However when one realizes that virtually all news has at least a large measure of production and staging, a different take on that news is still worthless. A paid skeptic is not a skeptic at all. There are more than just a couple places that are now pointing out such things as the same crisis actors at staged events.

I still think that it can serve as a triage for waking people up. Although that term has now become so bastardized that it means little to nothing as far as I’m concerned. A big complaint people often gave me about them was the amount of money they make from merchandise. I still don’t see that as a bad thing, with the possible exception of using fear to encourage it’s sales. What you fear, you become. I fear nothing. Somehow my life force has kept me alive this long and understanding that we are infinite consciousness, I find very little to encourage me to enter the fear zone.

It has been my experience that if you choose love and do your best to be an instrument of love and compassion, you will have that returned to you, not necessarily on your time table. But when some organization get’s my money and then I find out dozens of half truths and bold faced lies are the standard operating procedure, I’m going to at least warn others. You show the proof to many and they still can’t believe, even when it’s based on genetic markers, having the same wives and identical children to an entity with sometimes multiple identities.

I was already familiar with much of the police state from the other cointelpro agent Bill Cooper who is not dead but is in fact Rockefeller Jr. Again this has nothing to do with theory, speculation, tin foil hats or conjecture. Just about any idiot knows that 911 was a lie and one of the most spectacular productions of a false flag in recent times. Yet some people want to claim that they were the first to bring it into the open.

My first indication that something was amiss was the story about a community of whole food lovers who had their food destroyed. These were crisis actors or perhaps the descriptive term is something else in a case like that. It blew me away at first and I almost couldn’t believe that it was true.

Although I understand Problem/Reaction/Solution on paper;it’s often difficult to fully grasp in life. Soon after seeing the gaping holes in the alleged attack on raw milk and such things, the pandora’s box of other staged events and fake people began flowing like an exploding beached whale  insides. It’s not my purpose to be vindictive as much as my Sicilian blood might encourage me to do so but rather to give a few clues for you to do your own research, should you desire. In this present epoch, people often don’t put as much value on something that is given to them without the illusion of a federal reserve note being exchanged.

The situation is so much larger than this one business that it’s not healthy for me to dwell on it, aside from once and for all making sure that those who might be interested, understand.

I’m sure that CNN felt above the fray at one time as well but their ratings have become abysmal. The dragon’s tail swishes around at will without concern for who might be in the club or who is foolish enough to think that they are untouchable.

I can’t repeat this often enough…I want people to open up and find their own peace that surpasses understanding, to grasp the plentifulness and beauty in life apart from the matrix. Even though we are being slow killed and many people are little more than zombies with their various obsessions with all things media, some of us have risen above that. Let us be wise as serpents but gentle as lambs in our dealings when possible.


Passing Through

From the time that I was in the third grade until graduating from high school I lived in New Brighton, PA, around thirty miles from Pittsburgh where I was born. I’m amazed at the amount of things that I can remember from those years as opposed to the early nineties for example. Our original house was a rental until the new one was completed. There was no extra expense from the new one for the maddening noise made from aluminum siding whenever the wind blew more than five miles an hour.

The rental was on Silver Springs Lane where people still had horses and big tractors and could undoubtedly run  a trout line. It turned out to be one of my favorite places as I look back. That authentic smell of a countryside with tall grassed fields, patches of oil and gas smells around the barns and sheds and an aura of peace mixed with solitude.

It was during that period that I had a truly paranormal experience. I was riding my bike as I frequently did one day. As I remember it, I may have felt a bit faint before ending up on the shoulder of the road.  I was unconscious for a bit and someone noticed me  and got me home. The next thing I remembered was waking up on the couch. I thought that I might have been hit with a car but nothing went along with that;I don’t even think I suffered a skinned knee. I think of it in the para category because if it was a blackout, it was the first I’d ever had and the last with the exception of a couple party favor induced ones. I have the distinct impression that something transpired during that unknown amount of time that was of a nature transcending our limited orb of accepted reality, which is more of a common and created frequency than anything else. I’m kind of breaking my own quest for ‘logical perfection’ in my description of this event which is ok with me. It’s like when you know something in your heart about someone but don’t have the hard evidence and even if you did most people wouldn’t break through their little egg in the matrix enough to accept the information.

We have some occasional amusement on the book(face) about the frustration with stupid people. I’m never going to be so “spiritual” that I’ll pretend that certain humans aren’t stupid. The majority of the time it’s because they’re demonstrating a cultural meme or lack of interest in anything other than what’s next for dinner. A blatant example is Americans who still think that there is some threat of terrorism which a recent poll showed as being the only area where people approve of Obama, if that’s even true.

I’ve always had a sense of being here but of being a much larger source of experience and light(giving and receiving) that transcended everything else. My spirit sometimes cries for the multilevel genocide, environmental devastation and attacks on our health from every angle possible. But this is what’s on our plates and I for one will not lie down and pretend that it’s not happening but at the same time it will not defeat me or prevent me from growing, learning, transcending, loving, dancing, laughing and finding the good while participating in as many positive ripple effects as possible.


Paranormal You

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Paranormal You

by Jon Rappoport

November 7, 2013


1960. First day of rehearsal for a college play, The Lower Depths. I walk out on the stage and look around. It’s quiet, but inside I feel thunder. Everything is different. New shining space. I start smiling. I’ve been waiting for this moment for God knows how long. A place apart. A world where imagination takes on flesh and comes to life.

The theater director, Walt Boughton, is leaning against a wall. He looks at me. He sees and he knows. He nods. His message is clear: That’s right, my boy, you’re here, this is it, nothing will ever be the same…

We live in a society where consumers can pick and choose among thousands of narratives about themselves, their lives, their future, their duties, their needs, their status.

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I thought I found the connector…

Hailing from Montreal, Quebec, Canada;Arcade Fire has won numerous awards mostly surrounding the Funeral release in 2004. It’s hard to realize that they just started in 2001(wiki). Genres assigned to them are indie, new wave, baroque pop, art rock and post punk revival. A few of the bands that also fall into post punk revival are The Strokes, Interpol and The Hives.

I remember hearing criticism about them being an “overnight success” before I had heard an entire album. I liked them tremendously the first time I heard them and nothing has changed that. It’s nice to be at that age in life which happens for different people at various slots where you just don’t care anymore what others consider cool. I’m thinking more about my reborn affection for a touch of The Eagles now and then on that one.

The first thing that struck me was the progressions and melodies in addition to their music being genuinely something that I hadn’t heard a hundred times before. Instruments used in addition to the basics are piano, violin, cello, double bass, xylophone, glockenspiel, keyboard, french horn, accordion, harp, mandolin and hurdy gurdy.(http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hurdy-gurdy)

Perhaps due to my one time absolute love for radio, I’m always glad to see that there are at least a few bands that are both popular and great. They do however confuse me a little with the hidden track which I thought was so 1990. Maybe it’s them doing something that they wanted to do because of their own affection for things of the past. My personal favorite is We Exist. It’s not just the eclectic mix of instruments the way they are used as well as vocals but all of their lyrics are actually saying something. They’re never fillers or something to fill up space.

I don’t even look up their appearances on SNL but thats another story. I will also have to put the fact that they spoke up for Obama on the shelf and enjoy the art for arts sake. I can only imagine that when you reach a certain level of fame, you play certain games. To be fair, I was also hypnotized by the current president going into the first term so maybe they’ve changed as well.

They also worked with James Murphy from LCD Soundsystem on Reflektor, while their essential sound remains constant. I always consider that a good sign of a first rate producer, that you don’t hear them, they bring out the best from the band with little suggestions here and there. I’m only on my fourth listen and I think it’s a seven out of ten. I wish they would give Régine Chassagne lead vocals on occasion, maybe something to look forward in the future.

On the Peter Gabriel companion to 2010’s Scratch My Back, released this year they cover Games Without Frontiers(And I’ll Scratch Yours). So with a David Bowie collaboration on their latest, I’d say that they’re keeping pretty good company. The pattern so far has been three years between releases which also speaks well of them. When bands slap out an album a year it usually shows and not in a good way.

While the first disc winds its way sporadically through the humid alleys and hazy bars of a multi-dimensional shantytown, the second half explodes outward upon the magnificent vista of symphonic discotheque.(Tiny Mix Tapes)

Genre jumping aside, it’s the patterns as much as the riffs that are beguiling here.(LA Times)

There is so, so much content, so beautifully and flawlessly presented that it can be baffling at times. The Suburbs, to many, was decade-defining music. Reflektor, I feel, through both content and design, will be artist-defining.(Prefix Magazine)

They’ve given us something in the present tense that, these days, feels depressingly unfashionable: An Event–an album that dares to be great, and remarkably succeeds.(Pitchfork)



Breaking Bad-What Was Broken

I haven’t heard anything negative about Breaking Bad, so I will provide some insight. It doesn’t involve the quality or quantity but rather some of the almost subliminal themes that were not exclusive to that show. I don’t know if they hand down New World Order talking points or if the writers just automatically play along.

Anytime Hank was talking about Gale he repeatedly called him out for being vegan and libertarian in a way synonymous with being crazy. This reinforces the false paradigm of left/right politics and for the average mouth breathing TV watcher, their reality.

Chemotherapy has a success rate of 6% at best. But what happens on TV when someone has chemo? It usually works, which reinforces the fraud that is western medicine.

The constitution being displayed on Saul the lawyers wall was another stab at common sense and false nationalism. Whether or not there are any good lawyers as opposed to the character, we can leave for another time. The reality that pop culture, which is as  much White House as it is Mtv, is purposely destroying everything once held sacred, can’t be denied. The implication was clearly that anyone who for any reason mentions the constitution, must be on the fringes of society.

Stevia is the best product to come along in a long time. But that too, had to be made fun of. Processed sugar is a major contributor to health problems and the same goes for aspartame, aminosweet or whatever the hell else they may be calling  the poison that is aspartame this week.

The agenda and coffer for a program of death, sickness and treatment has no limits and can be seen in similar ways in just about everything screen related from Hollywood. The road that leads to independence, imagination and creativity has no sponsors.