This is going to be a meandering piece, and I only know generally where it is going. I do know it ends with Karen Carpenter, so if you do not care for her music, I urge you, GET OUT NOW!
My music preferences have shifted dramatically over my life. When a kid, I liked the Beatles and 60s rock and roll, of course, though I now avoid anything remotely Beatle. The music of that period was a contrived force, the product of pretenders, performed, for the most part, by the Wrecking Crew (or a British equivalent).
I used to do a Public Access TV interview show in Billings, Montana, in the early 1990s called Piece of Mind. That’s why I named the blog as I did. Also, though I did not save anything from my school years, I oddly have an essay I wrote, eighth grade or so. It was not very good of course, not well thought out or directed. At the end I wrote that all I wanted was “peace of mind.” I had an unquiet mind, even then, I guess.
I made a note some time ago to highlight the following video from ScottRC. It has, I think, a common theme with a second link provided by Tim R. First, Scott’s recommended video, which I found gripping. (This video was first linked for us by Stephers on August 10, 2021.)
(This is another post about Climate Change, aka Global Warming that is not happening, with links to two sources, aka “evidence”.)
I have come to understand that propaganda techniques have not changed over time. I was barely cognizant in the 1950s, and yet when in grade school knew there was a man named Joseph McCarthy, and that he claimed that President Eisenhower (by that time out of office) was a communist, along with many other politicians and people like Hollywood screenwriters. How could I not be aware, even if just a deeply deluded child? The McCarthy movement had deceit as its central purpose, and Joe was just an actor. Here’s how it was run:
It was all over the media. It was on TV, both news about and the hearings themselves. It was all over radio, newspapers, and in movie newsreels.
All the cacophony of voices said the same thing, that McCarthy was crazy and wrong. There was constant yelling.
It was incessant, that is, we could not escape it. As with Watergate, another propaganda operation, we just wanted it to end.
Its intended effect was the opposite of its apparent effect. It divided the public, and those who supported McCarthy were convinced by the tone of opposition to him that he was on the right path.
It cemented in everyone’s mind that there really was a subversive force called Communism.
I want to thank Mark for graciously providing space for me to vent. Although, after spending thirty minutes attempting to present a “mission statement,” I’ve realized that I have no mission since we are already chin deep in this quagmire called modern society. There will be no more proving or convincing. The lines are drawn, the die is cast. Still, I invite you all to join me in my ritualistic (though admittedly rudimentary) exorcism of musical vampiric energies.
In conspiracy circles, it is widely accepted that promoted musicians have “sold their soul.” I will go a step further and state that oftentimes their souls are sold FOR THEM by family members and handlers seeking power and wealth. All of us are MK Ultra victims to some extent, but the talented and charismatic children of influential families often are given the MK Ultra crash course and are not to be envied, much less idolized. They enjoy fame and fortune, but often at the cost of a lifetime of servitude (if they’re lucky) to narcissistic vampires who exploit their talents while envying their achievements.
Then again, many of them are just egotistical and entitled douchebags. Take your pick.
One of my favorites views, from Island Lake, Lonesome Mountain front and center.
We’ve done a lot of hiking, my wife and I, these past 26 years. Needless to say, distances used to be farther, and a mile seemed a shorter distance than now. I am embarrassed to say that a mere two mile walk, 700 feet elevation gain, a few days ago, seemed longer and harder than that. But what can we do? Everything, every one ages, some slower, some faster.
First a side trip, not about a hike, but an encounter. We had settled in to Island Lake Campground last week, and set up for a four day stay. It rests at 9,500 feet in the Wyoming Beartooth Mountains, and has long been a favorite of ours. Not only is it nice to start out a hike at that elevation, but these days we bring kayaks with us, circumnavigating the lake before breakfast (but at my insistence, only after coffee).
A short while back, a handful of environmental activist and I were chest deep in a controversy over using poison to kill aquatic life in remote streams and lakes in Wyoming and Montana. Wyoming agreed to seek alternative methods to “bring back” native cutthroat trout populations, accepting local volunteers to use electro-fishing and conventional fishing to help native trout recover. In Montana, there seemed no amount of reason, logic, or negotiation would persuade bureaucrats at the US Forest Service-USDA and Montana Fish Wildlife and Parks to consider other options. They were dead-set against any other way. This is when we notify bureaucrats that “we’ll see you in court.” We notified, they thought about it, and then, quite unexpectedly, folded. Victory for water, frogs, salamanders, aquatic insects, humans, and life in general.
This would have been one of the largest poison and plant projects in the West. But as past history has shown, it’s likely that repeated poisoning over many years would be required to assure complete annihilation of the existing fish which were, ironically, planted by the same agency that now wanted to poison them.
“Thanks to a pending lawsuit by Wilderness Watch, Alliance for the Wild Rockies, and other plaintiffs as well as efforts to alert the public through the media to the potential problems with this project, the Forest Service decided to pull the project. As the Forest Service notification read: “The project decision included approving a Pesticide Use Proposal for the use of rotenone in the Scapegoat Wilderness and authorization of the following activities normally prohibited in wilderness: use of generators, boat motors, and motorized pumps to disperse rotenone; use of helicopters to transport equipment, chemicals, and fish; and development of spike camps and a radio repeater.”” – Mike Garrity
It was sometime in 1988 or 1989 that I sat on my couch reading. In those days I was intent on solving the Kennedy assassinations. I needed to break away from it, as it was obsessive behavior, and yet … I knew if I pushed and pushed that something might give way, and I might attain some new and unforeseen insight. What I got was not the insight I was looking for. It took me by surprise.
I remember the moment well … reading a book written by ex-FBI agent William Turner and some guy named Warren Hinckle (both most likely controlled opposition), called The Fish is Red. (Those words were secret code and used to start the Bay of Pigs affair.) I paused, looked up at the ceiling in a nearby hallway and realized that there was nothing to fear in the USSR, and that the Cold War was not real. At that moment I experienced for the first time in my life since early childhood … freedom. I felt a weight lifted off me. I could breathe freely. I had lived in a state of fear for most of my life, deliberately put there by our leaders. I was either 38 or 39 years of age. They took a good chunk of my life from me.
Of course, after this realization, on 11/9/1989 the Berlin Wall came down. Such was my power! (Europeans list dates as day/month rather than our convention, so that they would list that day as 9/11.)
“I call this peculiar form of self-hypnosis Narcissus narcosis, a syndrome whereby man remains as unaware of the psychic and social effects of his new technology as a fish of the water it swims in. As a result, precisely at the point where a new media-induced environment becomes all pervasive and transmogrifies our sensory balance, it also becomes invisible. This problem is doubly acute today because man must, as a simple survival strategy, become aware of what is happening to him, despite the attendant pain of such comprehension.” – Marshall McLuhan, Playboy Interview, 1969
Wetiko is not only highly communicable but also self-replicating. It persists, clandestine in our psyches. Generally, human hosts, when confronted with questions about symptoms being expressed as behavioral abnormalities, vehemently deny that they are infected/possessed. Some who have studied this psychic pandemic describe wetiko as a form of cannibalism, but not in the common flesh-eating form. This ubiquitous form consumes others’ spiritual energy as a means of securing elevated personal status, wealth and supremacy.
At bottom, wetiko is a disease of the “I.” The “I” thought is a precursor to “full-blown” Wetiko. Without the I thought — attributing I to identification with thought and the world of appearances — Wetiko would not be possible. See: Who Am I? https://www.amazon.com/Who-Am-Sri-Ramana-Maharshi/dp/1537599216 Ramana Maharshi teaches to get to the root. In other words, the absence of self-reflection leads to a pretentious sense of I (me, my, mine), which attributes an illusion of ownership to thought, therefore, the host perceives everything as “a thing,” an object to be possessed.
Author dedication (added August 7, 2021):In a tragic twist of fate, I found out this evening from POM commenter, OregonMatt, that his dear wife of ten years passed away today. I hope that the POM community can think of her, and of Matt, in this very trying time for him. I can go into more detail (as per Matt’s permission) in comments for those who feel compelled to know more. For now, please know the harsh reality is that transmission from those injected to non-injected is more than conjecture. Matt, we are thinking of you, and you are not alone. May your wife be at peace.
{Author admission (please read before proceeding): It has been brought to my attention by an astute commenter that some of the footage I have highlighted herein may be comprised of street theater. I urge readers to make the determination on their own, and to consider any implications if this is the case. I encourage readers to leave their opinions (if compelled) in the comments section. The last thing I would want to do is relay what I feel to be crucial information (on the topics of nanotechnology, the bio-digital panopticon, and social impact finance), and have it be confounded by speculation (on my part) that may have been based on false reporting (whether intentional or not)by videographers whom I do not know personally. No one is immune to being fooled (including this author), and this is a critical lesson in discernment. The irony is not lost on me, considering this essay is titled “A spoonful of reality . . .”; it is entirely possible that the embedded videos may be depicting a scripted reality. That said, it is clear that Philadelphia is a city saturated with poverty, and whatever may be going on in Kensington (perhaps some type of twisted experiment or even a LARP?) should not necessarily be extrapolated to the overall situation. Additionally, it seems that 153news.net is back in operation; thus, negating my note directly below.}
[Important note before reading: The video I had intended to link (https://153news.net/watch_video.php?v=1991BGOD1RHR) is no longer active, as unfortunately, it seems the server at 153news is down at the time of this writing. Instead, I have temporarily linked fairly recent footage of Kensington Avenue (see linked video below, as WordPress will not allow me to embed it). In my opinion, this footage does not depict as poignantly the situation there, but if you begin watching at the 9-minute timestamp, it may give you a glimpse into the dismay I am attempting to convey herein.]
Addendum (added August 5, 2021, shortly after posting): I was able to locate the original video I had intended to link. Thus, when reading my essay, please adjust accordingly, and take a glance at some of the comments below the video. Following is one comment that stood out, in particular, given the topic of this essay: “These people are defying gravity, physics and biology.” Others observed and noted the same. It seems this You Tuber, “kimgary,” has been posting footage of Kensington repeatedly for the past eight months.
Not much these days leaves me stunned and speechless. However, watching this video (see note above) of Kensington (in Philadelphia) felt so dark and raw to me. It certainly does not portray the sweet side of life, and while it may not be daunting to some, this footage is very personal to me.
My all-time favorite pizza joint is in the Kensington neighborhood of Philadelphia. Unfortunately, though, my memory of Kensington is of my dear grandfather (“Poppy”), who was brutally beaten many years ago with a baseball bat by two troubled individuals who were attempting to steal his car. He was left on the ground with both knees bashed and unable to walk.
Viewing this intimate peak (albeit a bit long, redundant, and probably distressing for many), into Kensington’s current reality has not improved my outlook. It seems it’s notalways sunny in Philadelphia. So, yes, it’s personal. It’s also personal because I have family members who are addicted to legalized opioids (not street drugs), which has only led them deeper into pain.
When I watch this footage, what is glaring to me — aside from the dullness, litter, and waste, and the tragedy of strident dehumanization and devolution of society — is how flat and non-upright these barely living bodies are. Most are hunched over and leaning on nearby objects (more apparent in the original video I had intended to feature). It seems their bodies are physically and energetically incapable of supporting them. This looks a lot to me, not only like brain damage (likely from consistent abuse of street drugs), but also severe vagus nerve deterioration.
Did you know that graphene-based bioelectronics can be used to selectively modulate the vagus nerve? Can readers perceive how this advanced technology could be weaponized in certain circumstances – even potentially used for experimentation on specific populations? Clearly, the technological prowess is available, as revealed by Merck and Innervia Bioelectronics. I referenced Innervia’s parent company, INBRAIN Neurolectronics, in my June 12, 2021 post, “Free Wally: Tracing the Spike Protein Drama to a Llama.” Hypothetically, if illicit drugs were doped with graphene oxide, can you imagine the (dual-use) potential for such an application? (See here on the use of graphene oxide for the detection of cocaine, and here on the use of carbon nanomaterials to detect Fentanyl.)
Hardly anyone talks about oil anymore. We fill up our cars, drive around, without much thought about where all that oil comes from, and where it goes before it’s processed at the refinery.
One thing I found interesting reading the article above is that the US imported 7.86 million barrels of “petroleum” per day from Russia. When considering all the hoopla about reducing our dependence on imported oil, and the truly insane narrative claiming that our dependence on “fossil fuels” is being replaced with “green energy” alternatives, this figure is somewhat surprising to me.
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