The image to the left here is John Lennon, age 68, in my never-humble opinion. If you find that shocking, or imagine I must be insane, then you should probably stop reading at this point. What I have to say will challenge your assumptions not just about him, but about pop culture and the notion that our tastes are generated from the bottom-up. Quite the opposite, our cultural tastes are handed to us from above, and by power of suggestion we adopt and perceive talent as others think we should. Thus do mediocre talents like Swift and Dylan become cultural icons.
However, for the love of Pete, it appears to me that John Lennon was a talented man above all others.
The first thing you’re gonna wonder about is how come he’s standing there if he died. So it is left to me to explain the concept of fake death. Suspend judgment for a few moments, if you will. I don’t think I am crazy, though I might be the last to know if I am. There’s always that.
If Lennon were a natural phenomenon like, say, Paul Simon or Leonard Cohen, someone of great ability who earned a prominent place in our culture through hard work and native talent, there would be no interference and he could have lived out his life in fame or obscurity, wherever his natural abilities took him.
But Lennon, or more so, the Beatles, were not a natural phenomenon. They were spotted, recruited, trained, styled, and given us as a natural product by British Intelligence, capital “I.” They were handed songs written by others, and allowed to perform them as if they were their own. Beyond the music, they were charged with creating good feelings in the U.S. for the British, something not natural or even common in our history. Most often, the British have been reviled, and for good reason. When they were not making war on us themselves, they manipulated us into making disastrous wars on others. People rightly hated them.
Beyond music and affections, the Beatles changed our manner of dress and introduced the use of drugs, specifically LSD, into mainstream culture. But groups grow old and popularity wanes, and icons have to be replaced by new icons. Most just fade into the background, but certain of them, like Elvis, Michael Jackson, Kurt Cobain, and John Lennon create such a stir (or are so hard to manage) that they have to be retired from public view. Fake death is always an option, as others can be invented to take their place.
I should note here that the Beatles were charming men and gifted performers. They were naturals for the role assigned them.
Lennon is wearing a wig in the photo above. If you look closely at the hairline, you’ll see a tell-tale line. He might be bald, or they might have had other reasons for doing such a sloppy job putting hair on him.
The movie, “Let Him Be” is about a mythical quest to find the living John Lennon. It was released in 2009 and quickly suppressed. I suspect I know why. There was then a Lennon impersonator about whose name was Mark Staycer, and it is my belief that Staycer really is (or was) John Lennon. His biography is short and offers no clue about his whereabouts now.
This is the crux of the matter: Was Lennon shot in 1980? Did he recover from his wounds? Far more likely, he not even at the Dakota that night. The whole event was staged.
This is the underlying ruse behind Let Him Be, that he really did die in 1980, and the movie is just toying with our emotions, willing him back to life. But the notion that an impersonator came along who not only sounded like him in every detail, but was able to wear a mask and look like him in performance … tests our credulity on the other side of the equation. Yes, there are impersonators out there for every famous person, but how many look just like them, sound just like them, behave just like them? Even Andy Kaufman, who did the best imitation of Elvis around (in the opinion of Elvis, anyway), was easily distinguished from him.
I think they had a problem with the movie. Lennon was too damned good, was so much like Lennon that they could not let the movie gain wide exposure. Shortly after release, it was pulled back. It is now available in DVD from a Canadian outlet, along with the soundtrack. (I ordered the soundtrack several weeks ago, but it is yet to arrive.)
You might imagine that wishful thinking can bring a dead pop icon to life. That’s what I thought too. I was a huge Lennon fan in my youth, as were millions. When I first saw the title of a Miles Mathis paper, “Proof That John Lennon Faked His Death,” I did not buy it. At 50 pages typewritten, the paper is equivalent to a 100 page book, so if you’re looking for a quick read, don’t go there. Set aside some time.
Mathis does a detailed photo analysis, comparing nose, moles, ears, fingers, teeth and even guitar grip. Even after reading the paper twice, I held back, as we tend to read into photos what we are told we see rather than what is really there. We are, all of us, even those of us aware of the phenomenon, suggestible.
So I sent away for the movie, and have watched it three times now. It slowly settled in on me. It is him. It is unmistakable. No one can be that good, to both look and sound just like him. My senses, which are dependable, tell me that this man in the movie is either a hologram or the real deal.
Fake deaths are more common than we know, and done for various reasons, some having to to with intelligence agencies running PSYOPS on us. But other times the reason is pure greed. John Lennon, Michael Jackson, Elvis have all been bonanzas for promoters in “death.” Real living pop stars age, go out of style, and have to be kept in lush lifestyles to maintain the illusion that they earned their lofty position.
The Beatles were far from natural. Did it ever occur to us that Lennon and McCartney were incapable as young boys if turning out one marvelous hit after another? George Harrison may have been the most talented man in the group, as he apparently was left to his own devices and had to churn out his own compositions, some of which in later years were very good. That is more normal – a talented man working his ass off to develop his skills, taking years, and finally producing quality material. But for two men in their early twenties to turn out a couple of hundred songs in a few short years, while not impossible, is highly unlikely. The Beatles were the work of a committee. (A comparable phenomenon in the United States was the Monkees, openly admitted to be a front group for other talent.)
Lennon had become a pop icon of huge importance, aside from his music. His image had such power that it could alter history. No doubt with Lennon the decision that he had to “die” was controversial. He surely was not in favor of it, but he was not in charge of his own life. They created him, they could kill him too.
Whatever happened that night in 1980, he was not shot, was most likely not even there. I learned (or realized) in recent months, that CIA has tentacles in every aspect of our lives, and one of the most important pivot points for them is to own and control the position of coroner’s office in our major cities. So if your first objection is that the natural legal proceedings surrounding death would uncover a hoax like this, think again.
Mark David Chapman, the ghostly image next to Lennon in the (faked) photograph above, did not shoot him, and is not in prison. I have viewed photos of Chapman, and it appears several people are assuming that identity, playing that part. See for yourself, noting that shape of the faces, the height, and the date on the photos. (Undated photos are studio fakes, that is, prison photos always have the height indicator in the background, along with date and time.) Chapman has grown and shrunk, changed the shape of his face over the years. If they can fake a death, they can fake a perpetrator, and in the public mind place that perpetrator in prison. After all, he is but an image on our screens.
Why did they make the movie? I don’t know, of course. It was risky. I speculate the following: Lennon had real talent, and people behind the scenes who supported his career liked and admired him. The decision to end him in 1980 was controversial. Lennon went along with it, of course, as to do otherwise risked his life for real. These are not nice people, these spooks. Further, as he looked about, he saw a very gullible American public, so much so that a fake (white!) Michael Jackson could be successfully foisted on us. He thought he could pull this off.
In 2008, when the movie was made, he was 68 years old. He was at that time appearing on small forums as Mark Staycer, but wanted another shot at the big stage. His MI6 handlers, who were aware of his life in Canada, would say no, as it was too risky. Too much was at stake, and too many other faked deaths and stars who owe their fame to the spooks might be exposed.
But later some people came up with an idea, a riddle inside a riddle. They would task the Lennon “impersonator,” “Mark Staycer” as “Noel Snow” (surely an anagram of some sort) and overlay him on the real Lennon. The performer would become his own impersonator. Later, in the “how we did it” footage, we would be shown what looks like a death mask, and be told that Staycer wore it the in the filming.
On that premise, they made the movie, cut it and released it.
The problem: Lennon was too damned good. He was still a great performer, quick on his feet. He still owned the room when he picked up his guitar. Shortly after release of the movie, it was pulled back.
Lennon is still, in the movie, a heavy smoker, which could be part of the script, or real. I wonder if he got the tap on the shoulder, perhaps found out he was dying for real. Mark Staycer has disappeared now too.
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Don’t you think the joker laughs at you ?
Who knows?* Here are some lyrics from “I Was There,” the powerful song played throughout the movie.
Hey there’s talk about Misha’s eyes
and the secrets that lie within.
Check the stories from the boys in blue:
it’s a must that you meet them.
Let’s have the truth and lose the lies;
are you listening FBI?
It won’t be long, I can’t say when:
I may go, but I’m not gone.
If I were you and you were me
like Catcher in the Rye.
You took a thief without a life
you can run but I can’t hide.
Yah, there’s talk about all my life,
that night the Apple took a bite.
I was there. I was there. I was there.
And this, from a haunting song called “Wrap Your Arms Around Me:”
I am who I was once
I am as you see
You make it make sense now.
I want to believe that Lennon really wrote some of the compositions from his time in the Beatles, like Julia, Happiness is a Warm Gun, and Across the Universe. Here is his haunting, taunting post-Beatles song “God:”
The dream is over
What can I say?
The dream is over
I was the dreamweaver
But now I’m reborn
I was the Walrus
But now I’m John
And so dear friends
You’ll just have to carry on
The Dream is over.
It’s a riddle, of course, and he did love riddles. I can be fooled, as I want to believe he lived a full life. This is part of the allure of the movie. So I suggest that if you are a healthy skeptic, you’re going to want to easily dismiss this piece and me. I understand that. All I suggest, then, is that you send away for the movie while it is still available, watch it and listen to the sound track.
You’ll be less comfortable after that.
*Mathis says he would bet anyone that Lennon was around last year to celebrate his 75th bash.