The McCartney twins

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For the benefit of those who assume we don’t know what we are talking about, we who say that Paul McCartney is twins, here they are.

Young PaulMike McCNote the differences: The one we know as “Paul” on the left has a slightly longer face, lower ears, wrap-around eyebrows, and eyes that droop far more than “Mike’s” below and on the right.  This after plastic surgery. They appear to have been fraternal twins, not identical.

As I understand it now, both Paul and Mike played the part of “Paul” in various gigs up until about 1990, when original Paul retired, and Mike became the permanent Paul.

Of course, a commenter below mentioned the possibility that the guy we now call Paul  might have his own double too, a younger man made up to look older. He said a friend of his attending a McCartney concert thought that the drummer was ghosting McCartney’s voice for various songs during the concert. They are squeezing the last drop of blood out of the enterprise.

And keep in mind, Paul could be Mike could be Paul. We have no way of knowing which twin was which and assumed the role of Paul during the early days of the Beatles.

A day in the Colorado Rockies

imageWe’ve been off mountain climbing … At our age, merely walking up trails that lead to mountain tops, called “walk-ups.” We did Mt. Bierstadt today, which at 14,060 qualifies as a “fourteener. I am beat.

Now, if you take this photo and pull up Microsoft Paint, you should be able to merge it with another, crop half the face, and reveal my dark secret: I am Larry David.

I did, however, want to highlight a comment I liked from below from Tyrone – you can tell as he writes that his mind is moving faster than his fingers, and he is dumping ideas as fast as the fingers allow. I found this comment [about the Jim Morrison post below] fascinating.

“Following just the nose in Google images, Sexy Jim seems consistent but Mountain Jim just vibes as another guy, a different actor for a different role, even though the character’s name is the same- I should have thought of this earlier, but the Jim in the Riders on the Storm film is probably just an actor cast for that film- Looking at some of the TV appearances (Sullivan, etc.) there are no shots of the band and the audience together (didn’t watch them all) suggesting their performances were at an earlier date, and probably where there is an edit or dissolve, your looking at a jigsaw of alternate takes with the sound mix carefully synced to the edits to hide them – Lip syncing’s no crime, happens all the time when on a weekly time budget, but one can’t assess whether they could actually play- The chaos at the live events helped mask their suspect musicianship- In the end, these guys were The Monkees without the laffs- A pre-packaged product to sell decadence, like The Stones, but west-coast style- And a prep for the Manson mishigas that brought the whole house down-
PS- It’s a hilarious notion but Rush is too young to have been any incarnation of the twenty something Jim from the 60’s- Rush as Jim may be an attempt to soften the conviction of the Hicks/Jones makeover-“

Conscious consumers of Gnostic media

I am not a slouch, but often have to be slapped in the face with something before I see it. My saving grace is that I usually only need the one slap. Consequently, I need to collaborate and feed off the work of others as I move forward. I am proud that I did some of the basic groundwork on Paul McCartney, the discovery of twins, but first it took one of those slaps. This is from Miles Mathis, his paper on Elvis wherein he discovered that he was  a set of twins:

“We can now take this discovery back to the Beatles, who my readers tell me had doubles. Maybe they did. But I suggest we should ask first if they were twins. Maybe Paul didn’t die and he wasn’t replaced. He simply had a twin we haven’t been told about. No one has thought of that, have they? Or, maybe someone has, but it isn’t one of the primary alternative theories.”
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Thus did I take the plunge.

 

I have another email address I don’t use, one that Microsoft forces me to have to use their software. In it I have been getting regular notices from the Conscious Consumers Network. I must have signed up with them but used my dormant email address to avoid spam. Just at a glance it doesn’t look interesting, so I have deleted the emails.

So this morning down below a commenter noted:

“As a child of the 60’s myself, I have really enjoyed the excellent research found at Jan Irvin’s website, http://www.gnosticmedia.com He has done extensive work on MK-ULTRA and has proof that the entire 60’s counter culture was a creation of the CIA. He has a histogram that shows all the the 1000’s of links he has put together with supporting documentation. On the home page across the top, click on Brain and when that page comes up click on the link for the online version of the data base. There are also excellent videos and audios. He and Joe Atwill have written some really excellent papers. Search for “Spies in Academic Clothing” there is also “Manufacturing the Deadhead”. I am 65 and have been “awake” for 5 years. I try so hard to wake people up, but it is near impossible, even with proof in the form of FOIA documents and unclassified CIA documents. Hope you enjoy the information as much as I have.”

In visiting Gnostic Media I found many links to CCN, and one especially useful in my current project, Laurel Canyon, this one discussing Jerry Garcia and the Grateful Dead and Ken Kesey and his Merry Pranksters. It all seems legit, the discussion and analysis. I don’t get any sense at first visit that I am dealing with spooks in disguise.

So please, if you are familiar with either of these outlets, give me your take, and otherwise visit and judge for yourself.

As always, we are charged with the task of using our own brains.

Straight From the Devil’s Mouth

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:

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.

The strange saga of Morrison and Courson

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See “fair use” discussion at Wiki

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.

This American life … sand and hot air

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.

This is the American way.

The Laurel Canyon massacre

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 Chaos and 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.

No vigils here, no sir. Not a vigil guy …

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.
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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.

Speaking of the Occult

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.

Louie, your goose is cooked-

Note to readers: This post is about Sam Cooke and Louis Farrakhan, written in 2016 by Tyrone McCloskey and me – I did the photo work. At that time (2016) I was seeing twins, and identified Sam Cooke as a set. I later backed away from such things, as I was seeing too many. I settled on maybe half a dozen, which included Rihanna, Drake, McCartney, Janis Joplin, Anderson Cooper. Drake and Rihanna are because I had photos of the two together. However, this could explain why I had such trouble working with Cooke last week, that I was unknowingly dealing with two of them, one of which would line up, the other not. This is how we discovered the Joplin twins, and I am very sure about that work.

I completely spaced this out, and have forgotten doing the work back then. Tyrone remembered.

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Note to Reader: This blog post has been put “under review” as we have had growing pains in developing the technology we use to identify twins, replicas and zombies. The eyes behind the technology are getting better, so as you read this piece note that if you are troubled by its conclusions that we will be looking at it in more depth and with better eyes. For the time being, it is speculation.

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Tyrone wrote: A while ago, while Mark was still on vacation, I took a look at photos of Sam Cooke and wondered which pundit he might have become. Of course he would be a zombie because he fit the basic criteria: Musical star, dead at 33 (Ca-Ching!), his death being sensational tabloid fodder but made no logical sense. He was also a business man and had secured an agreement with future Beatle handler Alan Klein to mint money for his efforts. Naturally, after Cooke’s death, Klein controlled the posthumous windfall. Where that money actually went is of no concern because these assets are wage slaves, I’ll wager, and they never expected royalties. They are, indeed, very well paid wage slaves, but these are basically pensioners, not investors.

Not even playing a hunch but just off the top of my head and expecting to have to go through a list of suspects, I started with Louis Farrakhan as the possible zombie. He was the right age and an opinion maker, to say the least. Not exactly one of the house Toms at FOX, but a paid pain in the ass for the Intel circus known as the Nation of Islam. He was also an accomplished musician. Well, since I’m no master of the split personality portrait, I threw it out to Mark, Straight and friends to run these two, Cooke and Farrakhan, to see if there was a chance.

Ding Ding Ding! Mark posted quickly that it was a match. This zombie, however, was further back in queue, so only now are we presenting.

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