1963 Self-Immolation in Vietnam: Staged?

Our friend Petra Liverani sent this piece to all her blog followers, me included. At POM, it is right up our alley! 1963 was a long, long time ago, but those of us alive at that time (I was 13) were stunned by the image. It is forever embedded in our brains, as was surely the intent of planners of that era, if Petra knows what’s up. 

Petra’s blog is Psyop Detective. It should be on our blogroll here, and will be before the day is done. If you want to review the comments she has drawn on this particular post, go here

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Prompted by the mention of the alleged protest self-immolation by Vietnamese monk, Thích Quảng Đức, in 1963 in the comments on Is It “Inappropriate” To Ask Basic Questions About “Burning Man” Aaron Bushnell? by Celia Farber, I wondered if the 1963 self-immolation might reveal anomalies too.

Sure enough, things don’t add up, just as they don’t with Aaron’s seeming self-immolation. While I must admit that Aaron’s immolation is quite convincing, one oddity I noticed was that after tipping what seemed like petrol over himself, when he put the lighting tool to his garment nothing happened and one must wonder why considering that as soon as he put it to the ground, immediately the flames started up. The fact that he was completely aflame for almost 40 seconds without collapsing also seems very odd – any enlightenment on the trickery welcome. I know there are fireproof suits but as there was no evidence of face-protection and the seeming immolation was so long it seems unlikely the trickery involved a fireproof suit.

See also article indicating that the January 2001 self-immolation by five people in Tiananmen Square was faked.

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The longwinded road

Stephers’ post from 2022, Confessions of an Engineered Nanoparticle,  is heating up again, so that gives me time to relax and do what I love doing, repeating myself. Again.  Stephers was upset with me when she left here, and we’ve not communicated since. I won’t speak for her other than to say that her writing, and that of her friend Alison McDowell, brought in many new readers, and also blew right by me. I was too dense-packed to grasp it all. I think it safe to say that the new readers, Stephers, Allison and me all have world views, and mine are not in harmony with theirs. But I made it clear to Stephers that she was free to continue writing here. She chose a different path, and I wish her success.

The video above, from 1963, is to me some of the most obvious evidence around that Paul McCartney was actually two people, a set of identical twins. The man singing above is “original” Paul, and his brother is Mike. Both were born in 1942 and are currently 81 years of age. Mike’s birthday was changed to 1/7/44, or “88”. I am surprised now how dominant Mike was in the early days, playing prominently in their movies.  But live performances were another matter, as Paul is a lefty, Mike a righty. After they quit live performances, they did videos, and for that placed Mike behind a piano, keyboard unseen. I think in the intervening years, Mike has mastered left handed bass and guitar, as he seemed comfortable on stage in past years.

The two, Mike and Paul, stepped in for each other up to and through the Wings days, and in the movie Give My Regards to Broadstreet. But their looks grew apart, and it became obvious they were not the same person. Paul was retired from view, and Mike, the better stage performer, became full-time Paul.

Below are early photos of the two. They are said to be the same person. They are not. That’s Mike (Macca) on the left, Paul on the right.

Even then I can look and see two different people. I did a face split on the two some years back, and am thankful I have saved all of this work, as I don’t want to do it again.

My goodness is that close! You can see why they were able to (almost) pull this off. Paul on the right has eyebrows that wrap over and down. Mike on the left  has eyebrows that don’t dip as far down. Look at the placement of the end of the brows, almost at pupil level for Paul on the right, and maybe an inch above the pupil for Mike on the left. Notice ear placement too. That’s  not as dependable as other features due to distortion that can be caused by head angles, but those angles look very much the same to me. Paul’s nose is pudgier and anyway, they don’t quite align. The two sets of lips are quite a bit higher for Paul, and his chin is just a tad longer.

I did  more work on this back then, so bear with me. John Haliday turned up in a YouTube video, supposedly the caretaker of the McCartney home in their youth. What I more suspect is that he was living there, possibly out of need, or maybe he inherited the place.  I grabbed his face from that video.

I would guess him to be mid-seventies at that time, but birth dates are murky business in Intel circles. The twins were born on June 18, 1942, as I see it (currently 81), and Mike’s birthday was altered to 1/7/44, or double eights. Below is a montage of the two compared to their closer-to-present day counterparts.

That’s Macca (Mike) in the top row and Paul in the lower row as Halliday, and in 1959. They both line up very well. There were/are two Paul’s.

I will stop with the photos now. I am more interested in several facets of their abilities and personalities.

Musical abilities: At the beginning of the Beatles, they toured performing maybe two dozen songs. It never varied. Even as they came out with new albums, they continued with the same songs in live performances, never adding newer songs to the mix. Mike Williams, the guy who is all Billy Shears all the time, thinks it is because they did not know how to play those newer songs. They had to stick to the few they knew.

Both Paul and Mike were very good singers. Paul famously did Till There Was You (up above) playing left-handed bass, and Yesterday on the Ed Sullivan Show, playing left-handed guitar. Mike was right-handed, and so in the early days they put him behind a piano (keys usually hidden), but I think over time he has learned to play guitar and bass left-handed. I have seen him perform LH, and he seemed quite comfortable. It’s entirely plausible. Mike has been a very good stage performer over time, while Paul, more a crooner, seems to need to be sitting to turn in an effective performance, eyes darting and head bobbing away. 

What gives me cause to wonder is that when one appeared in public, the other had to be closeted. That was done very well – at no time have two of them been seen in public save perhaps at a gathering for Dhani Harrison.

In case you don’t yet see it, that is Paul on the left, next to Dhani, and Mike on the right. They are dressed alike, and each sporting an identical hair piece. It can be no other way.

Composing abilities: For those who think Paul wrote the song Yesterday, I have to ask, which one wrote it? For a time early on both fake-dated Jane Asher, whose mother Margaret (nee Eliot) Asher was a music professor at the Guildhall School in London. “Paul” is said to have moved into the Asher household. I suspect there was a song-writing team, and that they met there and trained the Beatles. George Martin, Margaret’s star pupil, was surely there too.

Mike Williams has done a yeoman’s task on the group, and I only regret that he falls for (or is asked to fall for) the idea that original Paul died and was replaced by lookalike Billy Shears. That ‘s nonsense, as the death of Paul is but misdirection. It sends us away from the obvious question, are these twins?

But beyond that, Williams, musically known as Sage of Quay, does very fine work. In one of his videos (I think this one) he devotes a great deal of time and effort in reconstructing the time around the production of the album Rubber Soul. The Beatles are said to have written, arranged, and recorded all of the songs on that album in a very compressed time frame.  There was not nearly enough time, according to MW. He thinks that while the group was on extended holiday after a long concert tour, George Martin brought in professional musicians to lay down the instrumental tracks for the songs already written by an apparently new (and more advanced) composing team. The Beatles then laid down the vocal tracks. That’s not nothing, as they harmonized well, but they did not write,  arrange, or play the instruments behind the songs. (MW also traces the origins of the songs Yesterday and Hey Jude to Italian music. There are stunning similarities. His work, BS aside, is well worth a look.)

MW thinks that by the time of the White Album the group was indeed performing original material. Maybe so, but why risk it? They had a proven formula for success, and no one questioned it. (The Rooftop Concert was most likely lip synced. There would be no other reason to put them out of sight while performing.)

Bigger picture stuff: The Beatles were backed by some of the best musicians and composers of their generation. They did not just happen on the scene, and they were  neither organic or natural. They were recruited and trained in Hamburg, and screaming girls were hired to follow them. The problem in the early days was how to hide their lack of talent. The key to their public performances before live audiences was intense training and muscle memory. Later, when they stopped live performances, all bets were off. They did not write, arrange or play instruments for their albums. (I have long suspected that John Lennon, more an idealist and often honest about their playing abilities, wanted out and was granted early exit in 1980. He is still around, no doubt, but free of the utter hypocrisy he lived with for twenty years.) (Macca does not seem to mind it at all. He even put out a coffee table book of lyrics he supposedly wrote. He has no shame.)

The big picture for me is a sea change in our public behaviors, modes of dress, and hair. The Beatles brought all of this about, no accident as they had some very clever high-level intelligence behind them. I think they were timed to coordinate with the fake assassination of John F. Kennedy. That in mind, the screaming at their concerts, which eventually was learned behavior repeated, in addition to an outpouring of sexual tension, was also an outpouring of grief. Just like the Beatles, JFK had a carefully contrived public image so that when he was fake-killed a whole generation was stunned into a state of shock. The Beatles were easily inserted into that picture, and the major changes that followed, culminating with the Tate Massacre in 1969, gave us the changed world we now live in. No small part of it was introduction of drugs and drug use into mainstream culture. (Macca even went to far as to encourage kids to take LSD, claiming he had done so on four occasions. What else would the most widely known rock star on the planet be up to?)

The five men who became the Beatles had varying levels of talent, the least so Ringo. MW above in the link provided suggests that most of the drumming on the record albums was done by others, as Ringo just wasn’t that good. That makes perfect sense if the others were also not playing their own instruments. Anyway, it validates the old joke: What do you call a drummer who breaks up with his girlfriend? (Homeless.)

OK, I’ve written (and repeated myself) enough here. I did this because I enjoy doing it. OK?

The 1980 New Mexico Prison Revolt

I was reading a work of fiction (CJ Box, The Disappeared) and on page 190 came across the following passage:

The authorities who ran the place were so spooked not to repeat the infamous New Mexico prison riot of 1980 – where thirty-three men were murdered, some by having lengths of steel rebar shoved through their heads …

The 33 caught my eye, and I put down my work of fiction to entertain the possibility of another … a fake prison riot. Of course, the existence of that number does not automatically indicate a fake event, as 33 is a real number that occurs in real life. So I went to Wikipedia to see if there were more spook markers and other indicators of fakery. There are.

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The search for the living Diana continues

Tyrone McCloskey sent me a face split he had done of Ghislaine (pronounced ghee-layn) Maxwell, and of Princess Diana, who allegedly died on August 31, 1997. I found it intriguing, and since that time have been busy reading the Wikipedia pages on both. Ghislaine’s is 12 pages with 180 footnotes, Diana’s 21 pages with 510 footnotes.

I did my own face split, which pretty much confirmed Tyrone’s work, that these two women are pretty much bookends for one another. I will offer my own face split beneath the fold to let you judge.

It’s a daunting task to figure out this piece of evidence, and where it leads. Both are members of the British peerage, and both were born in 1961. In past efforts I have determined that a death can be a mere prelude to another life and identify, as in Eva Perón becoming Madonna Fortin. That is fairly cut and dried, as there is no overlap. With Ghislaine and Diana, there is plenty of overlap. In fact, both led public lives at the same time. Since they are both high profile celebrities, I wonder, is there a photo of them together?

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Sunday fiddlesticks

On being oblivious

We were walking on a trail in Anchorage last week, the day before returning. We were looking for moose, said to habituate the area. Not so, not that morning anyway. As we walked the grandson and I were tossing handfuls of elderberries at one another, my objective with my stenosis-limited arm to land them somehow in the hood of his sweatshirt. There was a time when I had a good strong arm for throwing things, even if inaccurately, as my old softball team members would attest.

I was not doing so well at this improvised contest. When we arrived at the car I found that surreptitiously the boy (and my wife) had been loading up the hood of my rain jacket with elderberries. And I was oblivious to it all.

The thing about being oblivious is that I don’t know, cannot know things that others around me know. Maybe I am the butt of a joke, and that’s OK. I have a good sense of humor and do not take myself too seriously,. The elderberry event was simply more evidence that things are slipping away from me. So be it.

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Ruby Ridge mention of POM by MM

Remember, Fauxlex was involved in that embarrassing slander against me at Peace of Mindful in 2018, when they claimed I was a pedophile with an ankle bracelet driving around in a golf cart because I wasn’t allowed to have a car. Mark Tokarski, the owner of that site, has since apologized to me for that, and even asked me to work with him, so if you run into Fauxlex (fake law), you might ask him why he is hiding behind a fake name and continuing the slander after his previous comrade has admitted it was just slander.

I do not recall Fauxlex having any role in the piece MM is referring to above. I think he came aboard later, and got pissed and left all outside the time frame of that piece. I did not know he was still writing. On leaving he said that I had just lost my best writer. I told him no, that Tyrone was on sabbatical, maybe never to return. Who knows.

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Riding the 33: Doom and Bloom

“I love dandelions. They make me feel like sunshine itself, and you will always see some creature resting on an open bloom, if you have a little patience to wait. This vital source for all emerging pollinators is a blast of uplifting yellow to brighten even the greyest of days. It stands tall and proud, unlike all the others opening and swaying in the breeze. The odd one out.” 

~ Dara McAnulty, Diary of a Young Naturalist

This past weekend was the convergence of holidays spanning three Abrahamic religions — Christianity, Judaism, and Islam. It seems this occurs . . . every 33 years. (Uh oh, there is the 33 — once again.) April 15, 2022 was Good Friday, and also the first day of Passover, concordantly marking the time of Ramadan.

Amidst this concurrence of religious faiths, there have been seeds of doom and gloom wafting over the media airwaves. One alleged incident of doom this week occurred in the NYC subway. And what do you know? It was infused with the cryptic 33 (see here and here). Imagine that. Do you also see the 33 coding in this reported incident of gloom on April 16, 2022 at Columbiana Centre in Columbia, S.C.?

If the conniving, 33-obsessed controllers can ride the 33 this week (ostensibly, a time signaling religious faith and renewal), then, hey, why can’t we?! Perhaps there is an occulted hint in exploiting the vibrational template of 33, but for beneficent aims (?). While I surmise that occulted numbers — such as the 33 — can be utilized to manifest imprints of doom and gloom, I suggest that ordinary, well-intentioned individuals (including an ‘odd one out’ — such as myself) may also be able to access the natural vibration (an inherent, universal energetic template) of the 33, with which to harness and manifest intentions of bloom, as well as reckoning, restitution, and reciprocity. 

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The Sacramento 6 (3+3)

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.)

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Rocks, Rubble, and Roubles . . . and Boulé PsyActs?

“The military . . . establishes contact with a TA [target audience] using face-to-face communication (F2C) and psychological actions (PsyActs) . . . Both are audiovisual products consisting of agents of action who deliver messages to a TA . . . Both require that the people involved follow a set of guidelines while play acting to deliver the messages. Both are used to modify the behavior of the A [audience] . . . to help create audiovisual products, the military can enlist the services of theater actor guilds . . . The people who convey these messages are known as agents of action (also called actors) . . . Some agents of action can be key communicators . . . These individuals are usually seen as trustworthy to the TA . . . PsyActs are conveyed by these actors in the presence of the TA . . . The agents of action follow a general script to convey these messages. These scripts are basic guidelines which allow the actors to adjust their message as the conversation progresses so that it doesn’t sound fake . . . This is a type of live theater performance that can be carried out in a variety of settings . . .”

~ Mark M. Rich, New World War: Revolutionary Methods for Political Control

Several researchers in the truth community (see here, here, and here) have determined that the main reason for the seemingly choreographed stunt performed collaboratively by Will Smith and Chris Rock during the 94th Academy Awards ceremony was to surreptitiously promote the new Pfizer alopecia drug treatment (AKA a covert alopecia awareness campaign). Accordingly, Pfizer was a primary sponsor of the 2022 Oscars, and recently announced their new drug under development to treat alopecia.

I submit this March 30, 2022 article, “Ridiculous: Viral Oscars Theory Says Pfizer Staged Slap to Promote Alopecia Drug” and this March 31, 2022 article, “Evidence does not support the claim that Pfizer staged Oscars confrontation to promote new drug,” as evidence that the alopecia promotion narrative may have been an intentional bread crumb to lure conspiracy theorists down a scripted rabbit hole. 

I surmise that the reason why numerous truthers immediately recognized and described this stunt as being “transparent” fakery is because it may have been designed to be relatively obvious — and then subsequently (and almost instantly) mocked by the MSM. My suspicion is that the Pfizer sponsorship (and its future alopecia treatment) — as related to the Oscars and Jada Pinkett Smith — may have been inserted to induce this conspiracy theory. 

It seems nearly everyone in the fakery analysis community took the bait. 

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