A commenter here has started an intriguing blog called “Straight From the Devil’s Mouth.” I will refer to him as “Dan,” as he treasures anonymity.
Wikipedia is an excellent source of information on all topics, but it is important to understand what it is before trusting anything about it. It did not appear by accident, and it is usually wrong about important things. That is deliberate. That is why it was founded. Its ongoing fundraising efforts are fake, as it has access to the bottomless pit of money called “CIA”, or “Intelligence” behind it. It is part of the ongoing misinformation scheme to keep us all up to our eyebrows in lies. On important matters it is a compendium of official truth, also known as lies.
Like any con game, confidence is the essence of Wiki. Once you trust it as a valid source, you’ve lost the game and are the mark, so to speak. Just like another Intel operation called “Snopes,” Wiki’s job is to gain your trust before feeding you bullshit.
But once we know that, we can use Wiki to our advantage. Spotting the lies in Wikipedia is an arrow in the general direction of truth.
According to Dan, built into Wikipedia are little clues, “red flags,” built around numerology. I do not truck with the “occult,” and regard numerology as a mere signalling device. For instance, below is a screen grab from the Wiki page on Kurt Cobain:
The footnote “7” is apparently referring the reader to the page number 331 of Charles R. Cross’s Heavier than Heaven, a 2002 biography of Cobain. But according to Dan, that is not so. “331” is a signal to spooks world wide that Cobain’s death was a hoax. It is done by embedded use of the number “33.” That, along with “8,” “47” and “74” and a host of variations are a means of sharing information with the thousands of “spooks,” or intelligence agents around the world, that certain information is false.
In the same manner, the book Catcher in the Rye was a pre-Internet signal. Note that Lee Harvey Oswald was reported to have it checked out from the library in 1963, that John Hinkley, Jr. had it sitting on his kitchen table in 1981, and that Mark David Chapman was holding it when arrested in 1980. By use of that signal, all of the spooks of the world instantly knew that the shootings of Kennedy, Reagan and Lennon were faked. Dan’s numbers provide a similar service.
There’s an old saying, sometimes a cigar is just a cigar. Every appearance of one is not phallic. “33” follows 32 and precedes 34, and cannot be skipped. As with everything in life, we have to sort through a lot of noise to find the truth. Dan’s system is useful, but only one of many tools at our disposal in decoding the world around us. Have fun with the blog – each of his entries is a starting point to further research. Some of it is simply jaw-dropping.
Connected to Jim Morrison, for whom we have no autopsy, body or official death record, add Pamela Courson. She too disappeared just like Jim, without records at the age of 27.
Pamela was born in 1946, and like Jim was in a Military family. (Jim’s dad was the commander of the fleet in the Gulf of Tonkin when that non-event happened.) She was with Jim in France when he died, and inherited his considerable estate, much to Jim’s parents’ chagrin. There followed, according to Wikipedia, court cases.
Pamela, like Jim, does not turn up in the Social Security Death Index, nor are there any other “Pamela Courson’s” who have ever lived or died on record there. SSDI is not the final word on anything – for that we would need a coroner’s report, toxicology, and autopsy. Of course, none of that exists either.
At this stage in my meanderings in this murky world of mysterious death and disappearance, I am going to put Pamela on a list I am calling “BSE,” for “became someone else.” She might even be reading this blog post. I am pretty sure she did not die.
Americans are censored in their thoughts and words. The heavy hand is all around us. It is such an effective system that few are aware of it. If a person has never have had a thought worth censoring, why would he know about it?
We are indoctrinated from birth, schooled by people as deeply mired in the system as ourselves. We are lied to in every aspect of our lives, with every corner of our mind filled with fiddle faddle. How would we know? North Koreans laugh at us. Censorship is so thorough that we are isolated from the rest of the planet.
I am among the lucky ones who have broken free. I know other people like me, and that is where I do most of my thinking and interacting. People I deal with are smart and insightful, usually more so than me, so that I am always on a learning curve. Every day brings new insights and discoveries. That is fun.
But an incident like the fake shootings in Orlando to reminds me how isolated we are, how deep in the muck the rest of the population is. It seems a hopeless situation when we see that Americans are putty in the hands of TV news and social media.
Americans are under hypnosis, in a deep trance. This land is an intellectual desert with nothing but sand and hot air for miles in every direction.
What then is the point? If the population under a deep spell, will it ever change? It is hard to know, but seems unlikely. There has to be another reason to stay on top of things and away from control of the propaganda system.
I have my head above water, and can see more than others … and that is freedom. I am nobody’s fool, under no spell. I see clearly. The word “freedom” has been sullied. Like “republican,” “democracy,” “choice,” “election,” it is overused and never really understood. If a person has never lived free, how to explain it? It is like explaining chess to a child who only knows Chutes and Ladders.
But I have freedom of thought and inquiry, and so do my friends. We cannot bring others over to see things our way. That has to happen internally, and is rare.
Speaking of fake events, I’ve been devoting my spare time lately to a little research project having to do with Dave McGowan’s book, Weird Scenes Inside the Canyon, subtitled Laurel Canyon, Covert Ops & the Dark heart of the Hippie Dream. Dave missed as much as he caught. This could be either because his was groundbreaking first generation work, or because he was doing a “limited hangout” (diligently exposing what is already known while hiding the important stuff). If the latter, then his own untimely death is suspicious.
I am, of course, a product of that era, and formed many impressions and attitudes in the period 1965-75, aka “the sixties.” I was deeply curious about what went on behind the scenes, but that is fan magazine stuff. Before the book I had eagerly read all of Dave’s stuff on his website, since taken down by his son. I had also read about The Wrecking Crew, but without understanding that their role was vital – they were the actual musicians of the era. Most of the groups were mediocre, even Monkees-style fakes. (A few genuinely talented musicians emerged from that era, but only a few.)
Dave was approached by a publisher to write a book to expand on his Laurel Canyon work, and that too is suspicious, as true groundbreaking work does not usually find money backing in this land. The publishing houses, along with the news networks, are long compromised. Bill O’Reilly has people with outstretched hands pushing his tripe, his Killing Whoever series, but true scholarship backed by sweat and hard evidence finds no avenue to the public.
In part, my efforts gained fuel by my own discovery (which had already been exposed by others) that Bill Hicks had faked his death and reemerged as Alex Jones. Hicks was an actor playing a role, and when one gig was up, he was given another. Eventually he will replace the aging Rush Limbaugh, himself a suspicious character.
I did not realize when I first read Laurel Canyon that the Manson/Tate massacre was a fake event, the object to destroy opposition to the Vietnam War. Sharon Tate’s dad was an intelligence agent, and was active at that time. Dave gives that important fact one line in the book. Whoosh!
Of course, the implications of Manson being a fake, and his “Family” being intelligence agents on assignment, are staggering. Most people cannot handle it, and stop the thought processes there. This far, no further!
So I set out to re-read Weird Scenes with two objectives – to better understand those musicians and actors with parents in the Intelligence business … Morrison, Crosby, Stills, Nash, Zappa, Phillips, Browne, Nicholson,* Fonda, Fonda, Deutschendorf Jr., Joplin, Baez others. I also wanted a list of untimely deaths. There were far too many suicides, motorcycle accidents, murders and drug overdoses.
In real life any chosen group of a hundred will experience maybe a couple of premature deaths. Members of this Laurel Canyon group were dropping like Indians in a bad western. The meme is that music is a high-charged drug-laced business where people routinely die off. But if that were true, members of The Wrecking Crew should have been dying off too. After all, they were real and talented musicians. They all survived.
It is the related deaths, coupled with the Bill Hicks discovery, that puts me where I am today, with a list of 88 names of people who died young and suspiciously. Where I go with it I do not know. I started over the weekend with a trip to the Social Security Death Index. Armed with date and place of birth and death along with full (or real) name for each of the 88, I searched for an official record of their passing.
Eight were foreign nationals. SSDI is a tool used by the Social Security Administration to prevent fraud in that system. It does not list non-Americans.
Another three were simply unsearchable – not enough data.
That left 77. I started with Jim Morrison (not listed), Frank Zappa (no), John Phillips (no), Sharon Tate (no), Ron Launuis (no), John Denver (no), Cass Elliot (no) … was I even doing this right? Surely I just didn’t know how to use this tool!
Then I got a positive hit. Jimi Hendrix died in London. He turned up. It took me a while to grasp that my access point to SSDI, the free Macavo site, is a compilation of sources, SSDI being only one. Hendrix is listed under BillionGraves, where only grave markers are shown. I realized that even with Hendrix, I still did not have a positive hit. A grave is not a death record. Graves are easily faked. I still had nothing on Hendrix.
In the end, confident my methodology was accurate, I found that of the 77, 17 turned up on SSDI. 60 did not. And of the 17, seven are suspicious for reasons I will cover later. But for sake of introduction, I have 60 undocumented deaths.
I will continue on this project, as I am just beginning to refine my insight on the whole Laurel Canyon Scene, which was part of either (or both) CIA’s Operation Chaosand FBI’s Cointelpro. Those were spook operations designed to infiltrate and undermine the antiwar movement of that time.
But my first insight: I am looking at possibly 60 – even more fake deaths than Orlando!
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*Jack Nicholson does not belong on that list. He has no known parentage, and appeared on the scene a fully-formed adult with no history.
The American public long ago lost any capacity for critical thought and skeptical analysis, if ever it existed. Consequently we are the easiest people to fool on the planet, and possibly in human history.
Nonetheless, I urge that you withhold judgment on the latest mass spectacle/TV show, the Orlando affair, and refuse to jump to conclusions or be easily persuaded. Wait for evidence, do not believe people just because they are on TV and talking.
Oops. Too late.
____________ PS: From a commenter in a thread below:
“40 shots, 50 dead, 53 injured- Do the meth… Orlando is indeed the hoax du jour.”
Americans are good at meth, but not math. Commenter makes a subtle point.
I have written about this before – sun worship, the basis of Christianity, probably all religions. Satan and Christ are merely two sides of the same coin, sunrise and sunset. In fact, the Egyptian version of “Satan” was even named “Set.” Light and darkness fought one another each day. People feared the darkness and worshiped the light.
The “occult”is merely a set of rituals that are built around worship of darkness instead of light. It is no more creepy than crucifixions and virgin births, ritualistic human sacrifices and pretend cannibalism.
People like their ceremonies, superstitions. They like to dress up. Really gullible people really believe in the myths. So what if some meet in caves and dream of images of blue horses with flaming red eyes while others have massive buildings and an anthropomorphized celestial body progressing through twelve constellations, turning water into wine and walking on water? It is all different shades of the same symbols.
It is important to keep a strong grip on reality. Priests and priestesses have no real power, do not intercede between us and our deities, and do not need our money. There are no miracles or curses, and no matter how sacred (or secret) a ritual, is it still nothing more than superstitious play. If people get together and sacrifice animals at this late date, they need a good dope slap, maybe even a fine and some time in jail to get their bearings back. Stop it!
The reason the “occult” has such a foul odor about it is because it is a hiding place for Intelligence operatives. Son of Sam was an Intel psy-op buried in a Satanic cult. Charles Manson was a tool of Intelligence, and his “family” were employees who were part of CIA’s Operation Chaos, charged with infiltrating and destroying the antiwar movement. The grisly murders were fake*, Manson is not in prison. The trial was fake. It was all a psy-op.
So get a grip, folks. We do have people among us who are fucking with us, creating wild myths designed to scare us, manipulate us, distract and misdirect us. They have been at it for centuries. They are Intelligence operatives, operating all over the globe. Their job is to keep the hoi polloi in line. We need to keep our feet on the ground, and understand that the sun is a celestial body, not a deity.
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My favorite book (as if anyone reads!) on this subject is the late D.M. Murdock’s The Christ Conspiracy. She wrote a lot about astrotheology, but unfortunately used over-dense prose with too many footnotes and citations. But this work was her most accessible, in my view.
*The LaBianca murders were real, but were a copycat mob hit. LAPD decided to fold them in with the fake Manson murders just to “solve” them.
Another blogger is intrigued by the occult, and this is what greets people going to and from Denver International Airport. At one time the Denver Broncos thought their mascot would be on display, but this disturbing blue horse with flaming red eyes turned up instead.
Part of the sculpture fell on and killed artist Luis Jimenez in his studio. Weird!
I have heard rumors of DIA having a Satanic theme to it, and honestly, the murals inside are disturbing. But that is nothing compared to that godawful pony that greets all visitors. What were they thinking?
Incidentally, this is what greets train travelers at Denver’s Union Station, the hub for the local rail system. Is it not amazing what an artist can do with a couple of bottle openers?
I don’t know what is up with Denver’s public art, but I have to guess that rather than Satanic overtones, we are simply a repository for overpriced bad art.
“Another guy I have wondered about … Bill Hicks. Stood up on stage and ridiculed the Warren Commission, dies in his early 30s of cancer … maybe a bit too pat in light of MM’s research.”
The above comment, by me, set off a chain reaction. Little did I know that better minds were already on this matter.
But perhaps some ground work is in order.
We live in a Truman Show world where just about every piece of “news” is in some manner designed to manage our perceptions. The real world is a mundane place … There are no terrorists, disease is controllable, people generally get along and are cooperative … and dumb, easy to manipulate. TV is the enterprise that spins our heads with fantasies of elections, public debates, opinion polls, suicide bombers, mass shootings, rampant outbreaks of diseases … all fake.
It is a nuanced enterprise. The majority of the population does not need much management, is easily fooled and believes just about any nonsense that jumps from the screen. This has been true from the beginning of TV. It helps to think of it as parents controlling children. Our leaders do not have much respect for our intelligence. We are a herd that has to be managed, distracted, misdirected, so that the real business of running the world can go on without interference from below.
The first intense use of TV to manage the public mind, as I see it, was the Joe McCarthy hearings, used to promote the idea that “communism” not only existed, but was a sinister force that was subtly infiltrating government and entertainment. Though Joe was publicly scolded and died in disgrace, the psy-op worked, and the hoax of communism with agents under every bed subtly took hold. To this day most think it and the so-called “Cold War” were real.
But the bigger show was yet to come – the Kennedy assassination. It was a grab bag of hoaxes on multiple levels, in essence, the day that fake government completely replaced real. Just a few of the multiple layers of manipulation:
The event itself was faked, and no one (save perhaps officer Tippet?) died that day or the following Sunday. Like 9/11, it was a TV show, much if it filmed in advance.
A committee of Kennedy men, the Warren Commission, concocted a deliberately wild fable about Oswald and three bullets, made to appear to be a cover-up. They knew only the very gullible would believe it. They counted on that.
Later, two more Kennedy men, Mark Lane, author of Rush to Judgment, and Jim Garrison (On the Trail of the Assassins), promoted a cottage industry of clues and false leads designed to mesmerize those too smart to buy the Warren Commission Report. We were simply fooled on a higher level.
At routine intervals, new information was released, including staged photos of a fake corpse by David Lifton (Best Evidence), and a high quality movie with A-list actors (Oliver Stone’s JFK).
Thus did I get sucked into the JFK business, still going on to this day. James Douglass’ JFK and the Unspeakable is an embarrassing lionization of the man, incidentally sanitizing the reputations of Khrushchev, Norman Cousins and Pope John XXIII.
Nonetheless, I was both appalled and completely flummoxed that a president could be murdered in broad daylight, and that there was never a real investigation. It was absurd. So effective was this JFK enterprise that I neglected the essential element: Proof of death.
There are subplots. They are constantly feeding this fire, to this day, so important is the central hoax. Mark Lane, a Kennedy man still going strong, insinuated in a recent book or interview or something that the original Paul McCartney did not believe the Warren Commission, hinting ever so subtly that this caused his death and replacement. It was a complete fable, designed to supplement the “Paul is Dead” psy-op, a separate enterprise run by British intelligence. Lane’s delicious golden apple was oh-so-subtly placed, waiting to be found by those of us fooled on a higher level than ordinary Joe’s. (We are super Joe’s!) (Both Paul and his twin brother Mike are still with us, alive and well last I checked, one of them even possibly still in the entertainment business.)
Another subplot involved New Orleans and an obvious plant, Judith Vary Baker, “author” of Lee and Me, claiming to be the lover of Lee Harvey Oswald, but at least I saw through that bit of deception. I knew that there was Oswald and a doppelgänger or two and she did not. She had her one Oswald doing the work of two.
However, Baker, and another author, Ed Haslam (Dr. Mary’s Monkey) strongly intimated that there was cancer research going on in New Orleans in order to weaponize that disease, using it to inject various targets by subtle means, and then watch them die. (Thus did Nicolás Maduro, president of Venezuela, openly accuse the US of injecting President Hugo Chavez with cancer. That too was planted information, a scam within a scam. Most likely Chavez’s death was faked, that ruse assisted by Fidel Castro, himself a fake. They do like to control the opposition.)
This is all laying groundwork for Bill Hicks. He was a comedian who, as part of his act, openly ridiculed the Warren Commission. He was widely known, drew huge audiences, appeared on national TV. And he died of aggressive cancer in 1994 at the age of 32. Of course many of us were suspicious that Hicks had been murdered. We forgot to ask, just like with JFK, Oswald, Chavez … Did he really die?
Learning that the Kennedy assassination was fake put Hicks’ death in a new light, which led to my comment at the opening of this piece. I had assumed in light of a better view of JFK that Hicks’ death was faked, and that he went into witness protection, or wherever people go after they fake their death. (John Lennon, Canada it appears … I have much to write about the fake death business in the future … in the entertainment business, faking death appears to be an option available to all the players.)
Hicks is still with us. He is still a public figure. He goes by the name Alex Jones. I had no idea when I made the comment above that this bit of underground information was out there. I have looked at the photos and absorbed circumstantial evidence. Of course, nothing is ever certain in this land. Hicks has had some some plastic plastic surgery. But off-air in candid moments, his gravelly voice gone, and I am listening again to Bill Hicks. The resemblance is striking. The facial characteristics that cannot be affected by the surgeons knife … eye width, triangulation of eyes and lips, ear placement, skull shape, hairline … exact match.
People, even those who see through the Hicks/Jones scam, don’t really get it. They don’t understand what Hicks was doing as a comedian, why he was so boldly attacking the Warren Commission. He was a plant, misdirection, a hired actor playing a role. The whole thing, including his death, was staged to encourage us to keep asking the wrong questions. The ongoing JFK cover-up is routinely fed fresh meat.
Instead of who killed JFK, why the the Warren Commission covered it up, we should have been seeking proof that JFK actually died that day. We did not. That is why it is so important to keep all the theories alive at this late date. That distraction covers up an essential element of our public lies, that we do not select our leaders and are continually fed fairy tales about them. Like Bill Hicks, it is all fake.
Bill Hicks was a misdirection agent. So too is his new incarnation, Alex Jones. To my credit, I avoid Jones. I have only once fallen into his weave, back in 2011 with the fake death of Osama bin Laden. Jones claimed to have eyewitness reports of a helicopter crash at the compound. That was misdirection. There there was no compound, there was no Osama. The “crash” made us forget to look at the basics. It was a complete misdirection, again aimed at those of us too clever to be fooled by ground-level propaganda. It takes special efforts to control our perceptions. .
Bill Hicks played a character for twelve years, and then fake died to play another character, Alex Jones, who is, by the way, an employee of Time Warner. Strange, an alternative media conspiracy buff employed by a major media outlet, ain’t it?
One thing I have learned these past few years is that most people are absolutely credulous when it comes to photo fakery, and on a deeper level think themselves impossible to fool even as every aspect of their belief systems has been rigged from above. So if you’ve come here to ridicule, perhaps you’d be wise to slink back to your own little havens and do it from there, in the coward’s way, and avoid any examination of evidence.
Below is my own facial comparison of the two. I chose images where both were extremely agitated, set the pupils at the same distance, and aligned the faces side by side. In my view, same dude.
The death of Mohammad Ali is a milestone, a remarkable man, but I will never forget his fight with Sonny Liston where he won by means of a phantom punch. The fight was rigged. I don’t know if Ali was in on it. He did not necessarily have to be.
I clipped this comment from Quora and reprint it – it is from Anonymous, and it echoes my suspicions after the last two Superbowls, two years ago with Seattle giving it to New England at the end, and this year with Cam Newton fumbling and just watching Denver recover. Fix is on!!!
ALL professional sports championships are rigged. And not just rigged by referees (as the controlled opposition wants you to think) but rigged from the top to bottom with the assistance of select players and coaches on each team.
Every Super Bowl you have ever watched has been rigged. Most playoff games and regular season games too. Some superstars are manufactured (such as Cam Newton) and some are repressed if they don’t play along.
Most veteran QBs are in on the fixes, ALL head coaches, most coordinators, and certain players in certain positions (CB, OL, RB, WR, etc.). It’s important to know that not all the players or coaches are in on it, although some may suspect but are not willing to risk their career or earnings over it. Most of the players and lower level coaches are dupes IMO.
This also includes owners and GMs. Some owners are actually a front for corporations, agencies, or secret billionaires who really own the team (Terry Pegula comes to mind). To them it is just an investment. They don’t care if their team wins or loses, as long as the fans show up.
Super Bowl champions have more to do with narratives and giving favors to certain owners than with the play on the field. It’s a racket that has cost working class fans billions of dollars over the decades. It has also cost most players their brains and bodies, despite the outcomes being pre-determined. It also explains how Vegas is always so close to the real spread. Vegas never loses, because they know who’s going to win.
For those looking to do more research and go further down the rabbit hole, try to find out why nearly all of the expansion owners of the 1960’s came out of the Navy. That’s right, the NFL is a military creation. The Navy is the home of intelligence. Football is subconscious military promotion, originating from elite schools such as Harvard and Yale.
NBA fixes every game. The NHL is better IMO but fixes a few regular season games to ensure favored or big market teams advance and fixes all the playoff games that need fixing.
In case you’re wondering, Spygate , Bountygate, and Deflategate never happened. All done for marketing, awareness, and controlled opposition purposes. Done with full consent of all parties. Why would people risk their reputations? Well, you need to start asking who these people really are and if the biographies we are told are actually true.
For those open-minded willing to go down this path, prepare for depression, then enlightenment. The entire world you have been told by newspapers, TV, and media is not what you think it is. In fact, Quora is not what you think it is. And some of the posters who you trust are not who you think they are (including some who answered this question).
An author I am reading right now summed up the attitude of American journalists, explaining why they are not naturally curious, do not ask the right questions, and trust authority figures to give them good information. He called the attitude “Things Are Basically All Right.”
I have seen this, and it is an apt description. Professional journalists are trained to pooh-pooh anything that messes with vanilla:
We have a good system in place with competent people in charge. TABAR.
Things are not all right, in fact, things got out of hand decades, even centuries ago, right under the noses of our professional journalists. They are oblivious, even smug in the self-assurance that they have got this thing down and have better insight than the rest of us.
But I think on a deeper level they are not the product of professional training in information gathering and analysis. They are the product of selection and conditioning.
They self-select due to dullness. Imagine wanting to be in an profession that requires submission to people with no sparkle (editors) who themselves must submit to authoritarians who discourage creativity and protect power (publishers). To want to be in that field, to aspire to such low heights, requires a narrow world view.
But suppose that a few curious souls do enter the profession. They quickly learn that burrowing and asking the wrong questions, stroking powerful cats the wrong direction, gets them nothing but trouble. They learn to He Said She Said those stories and get a quote from both* sides and move on.
That kind of lackluster performance and those millions of forgettable stories are the seeds of advancement. Eventually, dulled down and cleansed of curiosity, a reporter might become an editor! Only the dull need apply.
And remember the editor’s creed: Things Are Basically All Right.
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*In the real world, not only are there more options that “both” sides, but more importantly, there are also the “neither side” possibility along with “they lie, they lie, they lie” and “truth is there but hidden” and “ask a different question” possibilities, all off limits. My Dad had a profound observation on the nature of women. “Complicated” was how he summed it up. So is the whole world.
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