I generally do not pay attention to mass shootings, knowing that every one I have looked at before turned out to be fake. I did extensive research on Columbine, Jonestown, the Pulse Nightclub, even Tienanmen Square, and found all to be hyped, and fake, fake, fake. On March 22 of 2021 there was a supposed mass shooting at a King’s Sooper in Boulder, Colorado. At one time we lived a few blocks from there, and did our shopping there. I turned on the news to see if the event was spook-markered, and sure enough, the news reader told us that the perpetrator was frog-marched out of the store at 3:30 PM. That was all I needed to know, the appearance of the magical 33. (Columbine was declared officially over at 3:30 PM too.)
In April of 2017 I published a post I called “Identity Fraud.” In it I made the claim that Buddy Holly, whose 1959 death was faked, later re-emerged as “Gram Parsons”, who also faked his death. For reasons I do not remember, I was struck by the resemblance of two men, one a music mogul and the other movies, David Geffen and Jeffrey Katzenberg. These two men are the “G” and the “K” in Dreamworks SKG, a former film distribution company. The “S” of course is Spielberg.
I have many, many hours of labor behind the Identity Fraud post. Unfortunately, at that time I was using GIFs rather than face splits, and the results were very hard to follow or agree with. I thought that rather than reinventing the wheel, I would merely convert the GIF’s to face splits. However, in so doing I decided that it would be better to start over. I still stand by the original work, regret the poor presentation, and hope to come out the other end here with a clarified and evidence-based piece. In the original I started with Geffen and Katzenberg and worked my way backward. I think it better now to better understand the Holly work we did.
(People don’t seem to realize that mobile phones are also tracking and recording devices. Norm and Bob certainly didn’t.)
[Sound of a ring tone, theme from Walking Dead]
NM: Yeah, Norm here.
BS: Hey Norm! Bob Saget here.
NM: What the f###-? You’re not supposed to be calling me! Goddammit Bob, I’m dead!
BS: It’s OK, Norm. Can I call you Norm? You know, when you died, I claimed I was your best friend. You know, like Tony Orlando and Freddie Prinze.
NM: What the f###?
BS: You know Normie, Freddie Prinze, Chico and the Man, committed suicide at age 22, 1976. Is he there by chance? He’d be 67 now, almost your age. And mine.
NM: “Normie”? I’m Norm! We’re not friends! We’ve never been friends. I saw you go on news and YouTube and all that claiming we were best buds. That really annoyed me!
BS: Well, Normie, that’s show business. We’re all best buds. Is Freddie there?
NM: Why am I talking to you? I gotta hang up here. We never had this conversation. This gets out, your career is over. Got that?
BS: I’m dead too, Normie.
If you haven’t already, kindly remove your face diaper before proceeding.
“Nearly one century ago, Lewis Mumford observed in his magnum opus, Technics in Civilization, that great advances in technology and society come from the intersection of complementary and mainly technological revolutions. Mumford assigned a label . . . to each of history’s modern eras. The first, with its ‘collection of inventions and ideas introduced from about AD 1000 into the eighteenth century,’ Mumford labeled the ‘ecotechnic phase’ . . . The second era, the Industrial Revolution, characterized by advances in ‘materials and power sources,’ he termed the ‘paleotechnic phase’ . . . His own time, the 1930s, which witnessed a flowering of innovation from ‘new alloys, electricity, and improved means of communication,’ he labeled the ‘neotechnic phase,’ (neo, of course for new).
To extend that taxonomy, we propose ‘neurotechnic phase,’ (the Greek root neuron meaning nerves) for the coming long era of growth.
We now enter humanity’s first era of a networked, ubiquitous, and intelligent infrastructure. We do in fact live in time of a ‘new normal.’ But instead of our future being one of perennial slow growth and technological stagnation, it will be just the opposite. The reality is that we, and our children, and grandchildren, live at the beginning of the long neurotechnic phase of civilization, the most exciting and promising time in history.” (p. 327-328)
Writer’s Note: As I wrote this essay, I felt the need to “borrow” language from other writers and thinkers who have come before me, with remarkably greater insights and poetic lingo. Thus, I have repeatedly incorporated their original thoughts, and to simply credit them, rather than clutter the piece with long quotes. I chose to place their initials in parentheses where appropriate. Further, in most instances, as I was jumping from quote to quote, page to page, chapter to chapter, and post to post, I had trouble retroactively identifying their origins. So many of their insights blended seamlessly and synchronously with my own, that at times I found it challenging to distinguish where their thoughts ended, and mine began. Therefore, in my best effort to acknowledge these critical voices, I make every attempt to delineate them. I apologize in advance if they (or the reader) encounter any questionable overlap that went unaccounted for. Accordingly, following is the legend I utilized to denote these individuals:
Alison McDowell (AM) of wrenchinthegears.com
Goro (G) of supertorchritual.com (most of his work at STR is behind a paywall — see Endnote 1)
Herein, I go beneath the masonic symbolism most often apparent and mirroring the occult. We are going deep — equipped with a Cryptocracy lens — into an abyss replete with Twilight Language (MH) and public psychodrama . . . into a land of disenchantment (MH), where we may see some uncanny coincidences that possibly serve as a reflection of a larger, yet hidden, gestalt out in the open.
How is that for a paradoxical and cryptic lead-in?
Readers may recognize this phenomenon as Revelation of the Method, a term ostensibly coined by symbolism science extraordinaire James Shelby Downard, to describe the subliminal alchemical processing of society by its self-selected Cryptocratic controllers, through orchestrated open-air rituals (MH).
My aim is to break any trance state that has been imposed on us. But how does one become lucid and mentally agile amidst all the noise spewed out by the Machine? Perhaps some kung fu pattern detection is in order . . .
What is that terrible smell in the air? Do you sense it? Perhaps not. So please allow me to point it out.
There is digital dung (MH) floating around in the ether these days, defined and applied (by me; see Final Writer’s Note) as: symbolic, subliminal clues placed in open sight by the sorcerous system through public rituals, which unconsciously mirror the digitized infrastructure being built inside and around us — by humans, yet not for humans, as it ultimately serves the technological non-human master (the “AI beast”). Accordingly, we do not beneficially reap what we sow, as we increasingly become digitized, remotely-programmable serfs indentured to the Singularity.
Unless you have been living under a rock, undoubtedly, you have heard of one iteration of digital dung. It’s called Omicron. You may have thought it was only the name of a deviant (cough cough, I mean, variant), or an anagram of moronic or oncomir. Word play seems to have had a renaisssance since this mischievous deviant appeared on the scene. I suppose that’s a good sign. Some of us have been playing with words for many years, and it is kind of nice to see others joining in on the decoding amusement. Funny thing, though, there is one underhanded and unremitting thread that I have noticed, which seems to have been omitted from public awareness, and thus, deserves unraveling. Once you see it, I suspect you may not unsee it. Further, you may start to detect the curious pattern elsewhere. Let’s dip our toes into de-occulting this, shall we?Continue reading “The Stench of Digital Dung: Virtual Variants, Trigger Events, and Blockchain Cults”
This is a diversion. I am tired of Covid and everything around it. We’ve been writing about it here now for nearly a year. The public has bought in, and with the false flag attack on the Seat of Government on Wednesday, I see Biden in the future, along with martial law, military checkpoints and travel permits. It’s all gloomy, and I am up to the gills with it. I have two projects in store, this one below, and John Wayne Gacy sitting nearby. I am using them because at this point I need uplifting stories. Covid is too gruesome. I need some cheering up.
“On gross pathology, we have a female Caucasian. Muscle tone indicates her age is between sixteen and thirty. The cadaver is presented in two halves, with bisection at the level of the umbilicus. On the upper half: the head is intact, facial features significantly obscured by massive ecchymoses, hematomas and edema. Downward displacement of nasal cartilege. Through-and-through laceration from both mouth corners across masseter muscles, extending through temporal mandibula joints and up to both earlobes. No visible signs of neck bruises. Multiple lacerations on anterior thorax, concentrated on both breasts. Cigarette burns on both breasts. Right breasts almost completely severed from the thorax. Inspection of upper half abdominal cavity reveals no free-flowing blood. Intestines, stomach, liver and spleen removed.”
The above is part of an official autopsy report on the corpse of Elizabeth Short, the Black Dahlia, one of the most famous unsolved murders in U.S. history. It unhappened in Los Angeles in January of 1947. I only became aware of it because as I drive about doing daily business, I listen to comedy channels on SiriusXM. I came across something resembling the following, one of the best laughs I get in my daily life. Continue reading “Black Dahlia”
Hey folks, I wanted to publicly provide the reason why I no longer support some of the information in my post about Chromosome 8 and the WHO from April 2020. This is to serve as a way to set the record straight on that topic.Continue reading “0.0000000000000000014552”
If you are one of our readers, you have hopefully stopped believing anything you are told by the mainstream media. If we are dealing with news about some kind of major political figure, this skepticism should be triple. Given this logic, when I heard about the death of Ruth Bader Ginsburg tonight, alarm bells naturally started ringing.
How convenient that Justice Ginsburg lasted until only a month and a half before a major Presidential election such with a major illness!
Deaths are almost never so conveniently timed, if natural and immediately reported. With this as my guiding logic, I began doing some basic research into her death, and my preliminary findings are concerning enough that I wanted to get them out immediately. From what I can see, Ruth Bader Ginsburg may have died quite some time ago.Continue reading “Did Ruth Bader Ginsburg Actually Die Months Ago?”
A commenter, Den, some time back suggested that I watch the movie Give My Regards to Broad Street, put out in 1984, written (supposedly) by “Paul” McCartney.” I say “supposedly” because I have no belief in the man’s integrity, knowing as I do that there are two of them. A lot of great songs have come our way from this pair, but the question I ask is that even if we assume Paul McCartney wrote that stuff, well then which one?
This is a long-form article about the 1993 fake murder of Brandon Teena, the infamous trans-gendered Nebraska citizen. Please buckle up and prepare as I first walk you through the basics, then get we will get neck deep into the fakery.
In previous posts, I have postulated that the death of George Floyd was a fake media story. This is still my belief, and in this post I hope to demonstrate exactly how simple it would be for such a hoax to play out. Most people dramatically inflate the number of participants who would need to be involved for such a hoax to play out, and the complexity required to make it happen. Take the following scenario as evidence to the contrary, and my own personal theory of what we might be seeing. This theory explains the maximum number of real details with the minimum amount of complexity. Also, it explains how they are displaying the real body of the real George Floyd, among many other things.