Brain & Soul?

How to approach the unapproachable?

Take a snapshot and expose the negative?

Mind & Universe.

How much is you and how much is your?

As I wombled earlier I conceive of two (three) exotic states independent of any all-powerful deity. One idea Brain/Mind relatively localised. Soul/Universe infinite and yet bound. I’ll put Spirit/Faith on the back burner for the moment.

Brain/Mind and the Electric Universe or the Eclectic Elliptic in the Spiral Arms. Gravitics, Hormonal Time, Non-Locality and how the whole lot changes and morphs human consciousness as the fabric of reality is stretched and stressed, compacted and strained by the ever changing harmonic celestial tides and the electric well.

Into this arena comes our what? As I remarked in Chicken or egg? we seem to have been stopped and trapped, perhaps deliberately.

I’ve let drop on several occasions I reckon a great deal of this is hidden in not for public consumption teachings in the modern mystery schools. Schools like the Black Programmes, though not the US DoD where the stealth bombers were hatched.

Where is Kronia now?

Recently I mentioned the Saturn Hypothesis which was a very interesting mind wander around novel planetary alignments, gravitational fixes and other ideas trying to match ancient celestial observations and alternative approaches to explaining these observations of the ancients; rather than just putting them over in the corner as the meandering of savages. Parts of the ideas were encapsulated in Symbols of an Alien Sky, still here. Kronia has gone.

If it is possible to engineer a mind map and influence individuals, groups, societies and nationalities by mastery of novel approaches to natural philosophy as outlined in Bearden’s appreciation of Soviet weapons tech?

Then I give you this.

Would a massive outpouring of our Sun’s electrogravitic potential be able to bathe all life on earth in such a way that over a varying rate, rate of time the potential to synchronise all higher forms of life on earth (?) in a natural mind snapper could lead to conditions such that when the potential collapsed all or almost all higher forms of life expired instantaneously?

Earth crustal shifts being a mere bagatelle.

That is one of the things I remember from Kronia, The Holocene. That the Earth Crustal Displacement caused the death, freezing and shifting, but what if the electric well’s output being suddenly curtailed caused the whole thing? And it shone on giving shadow to the dead.

Now then this will really spin your tops.

What if certain (human) brains interact locally with the Sun's hyper dimensional output differently? And the survivors remembered a different sun.

You’re not supposed to think like that are you?

That’s Brain/Mind and non locality.

More

I like Michael Tsarion, I’ve posted him before , and he’s bang on about Common Purpose and the Fabians. However you have to keep an eye on the clever man.

Here’s MT again just to put this guy into a bit of perspective.

It may be predictive programming and even if both are being played and run the rules mean we have to be given the chance to see.

Enjoy

The blogging here since The problem is……..on Saturday is one long continuous process that can be considered the unfurling of a distinctive plain banner. A flag around which those who can wear the white hats can orientate and marshal. Then identify, locate and destroy the enemy.

Simples.

The curse. The Nam Shub. All we experience is dedicated to robbing us and yours of our life.

Filling our minds with false memories in order to push out the reality of being. Destroying the good words and thoughts and replacing with still and brackish thistlings and weedrings. So much better the huge and complex whorldling to displace truth.

If you can conceive of a structured document that can destroy the understanding of the human race then the output of our MSM is that curse made modern.

Destroying understanding the more that it is used and observed. Separating associated peoples and destroying relationships between the sanguine. Unbinding families and making the destitute commonplace. Nowhere to live, love, seek, search, hope, live, nurture, enjoy or give, teach, unbind, free. No where, because it has been banished.

If you got your head around the “mind snapper” stuff in an earlier post then you’ll have recognised two things. Firstly an artificial mind can be constructed as a net in our 4D world and overlaid within 3D. It does not need to be said that the weaponisation of this technology is but a precursor to greater evil. Secondly you have to ask about the concept of mind.

When, assuming they haven’t done it already in Singapore, they finally get the fertilised egg and prematurely born tech. together and join the gap between killing and creating, a soulless monster will be the result. A true transhumanist’s wet dream.

What is the K rush when the human egg is fertilised? Why is human DNA capable of sub luminal transmission? Where are you? The body is a vessel and the structure of the body does not just support our breathing and movement it is a channel, an unbroken chain to the past and the future, we are more than the 18th,19th and 20th century monsters would have us.

We are not consumers of papp and schweinstruddel.

We are sovereign.

We can see from past experiment and future shopping trends that our physical grey matter can be manipulated to get us into line. Whether you go for the soft option of cracking peoples skulls open and measuring the mental grid or go for the hard option of psychotronics the human being can be mind controlled. However that is the blind, the Derren Brown smoke screen behind which the real shining crystal influences whole generations and populations through older techniques.

If as I’ve mentioned tangentially on previous occasions there is a releif in the ancient beliefs that crystals were powerful tools in the hands of the initiated, have a squeak at the emerald tablets of Thoth to get a grip on that thought line, then what’s is it with all the name taking and position marking of the current squad of feckless chinless wonders that have been given the shambling corpse of human destiny to fuck up?

What are they marking? Who instucted them to? Names and places. Why?

I related in a past ranting that me and my mate Tim the tube driver couldn’t work out what the smoking ban was about. We knew that they didn’t give a fuck about our health so the cover story was blown away. I ferreted out Nazi research which documents the apparent heightened resistance smokers have to propaganda, but that still didn’t get to the root of the zealous fakirey of the persecution of smoking.

Then the moment when bringing diverse and apparently unrelated facts and musings together gave their game away.

Smoke particles fuck with their mind net. They cannot get the 4D net to settle on the host subjects to control mood, emotions and response to their satisfaction with smokers around. The mind grid needs clear air, not your lungs.

Their lattice is not going to sooth our critical faculties into oblivion without clean airspace.

For your muse until the next part of the banner unfurls.

Pyramids and Ankhs

These are instruments of their agency.

In a lunchtime long-time ago in a galaxy far, far away,…………. well the PA boozer off Colney Hatch Lane just down the road from The Minstrel Boy, me and a colleague got to yakking about… well… stuff.

Jung and death. Intelligence is a dangerous double edged sword and both edges will kill you if you are not careful; it is the soul that will save you.

The place we were working for was a half arsed boiler room run by Gibraltan refugees and a thug mindset. So a swiftian or two in the boozer was called for at half time as the mason’s marks were made for all to see how much stone you’d dragged up the ramp that morning. There was a third presence with us, a right mukka, who was the bloke that caused the Brunswick strike, but we didn’t get to grill him too much on that since we were about to go into lala land.

I opened the gambit with something I’d been musing on. Jung’s idea of a universal soul. I reckoned that it seemed a fair idea, from the little I knew, and that if there was a feedback process then we were in real trouble.

My colleague agreed, for she knew more than I did. We got to chatting about life in the 40s and 50s in the West Coast of Eire that her family had told her about. The strong arming of the USofA corp. to get Eire to ditch neutrality and join the good fight. The promises of money and loans if the white hat was to turn grey. How there was never much on a plate at meal times.

She told me about the book she had in her possession that I by chance realised I’d read a long time previously before it got swaatched from the shelves. I was then allowed to read again thanks to her kindness. How she took the bullet for her department when it went tits up in her industry and how she had died.

Now I’ve never been one to hang around with the undead but there you go. So I raised an eyebrow on cue.

She related how a few years previously she had contracted MRSA and had been loaded up to the wards in a well known premier infirmary in North London. There she died.

While she was dead she had the usual follow the light experience, her experiences in lala land culminated in supreme contentment knowing that she was in the presence of the creator and then her dead father intervened and pleaded with her to return to life for she could not leave those behind alone. Eventually she was persuaded to return. The pain on returning to her body being far greater than anything she had ever experience, the rigours of child birth was as nothing.

We turned to the Brunswick culprit and asked “Really?” My dead chum having been in the civil unrest at that very venue protesting with the being shit upon women employees.” Yes” he said “it was my entire fault. I was in the IT dept there at the time!” I got back on track and filed further pursuit of the Brunswick tale for a later date, since my dead chum got back to the other weird thing about the whole experience. When she came round she found out that if it hadn’t been for a Philippina nurse staying vigil over her for a full 24hrs straight and battering in the antibiotics she would have been left to expire. The nurse knew who would be left behind alone and was intent on not leaving her post until my chum was back with the living.

I didn’t have to believe or unbeleive, doubt or indoubt. I just remarked that if the universal soul does exist, could it be that she had experienced a higher human state instead since there seemed to be some sort of input from the temporal to bring her back, manifest as her father. “No” she wasn’t having any of that, she’d been in the presence of God and was back to get on with life as best she could.

I kept on the universal soul tack though and asked whether it could exist independent of a deity or higher being and that if it did and the postulated feedback mechanism did exist I asked “What if we are proving to be toxic to that Jungian universal soul AND that is then making mankind more and more fuckedwitz like?” A kind of spiritual downward spiral if you like. AND being a fully rationalised process by whom?

Now years have passed since that quiet boozer vignette. Almost immediately Mr. Brunswick told our bosses to go and fuck themselves since they were running nothing more than the typical North London business model of legalised scamming, so we couldn’t get to quiz him any further on exactly what he had done to precipitate the crisis there. My chum and I got to spend several more lunchtimes chewing the rag and formulating escape plans. In her previous career she had access to the kind of people and info I’d kill for. She knew that there would a call to her to get out of Dodge pronto when the SHTF for real. So we prepared escape routes, mileages, alternate routes, the places to stay the hell away from and the supplies she’d need to reach safety. We’ve all moved on of course and she’s still here in the Smoke so the call hasn’t been placed, yet.

I remember when I first came out here onto the Ausfahrt there were three things you could get. Hard core porn. Access to US mil. sites and US academia, even way back then the European academic sites were shut up tight. Verboten to the vulgar. Last but not least the most amazing sites dealing with all sorts of alternative views on things. Even then I used to wonder why they were there. The porn was obvious and the US freedom of info act was in place, but things like the Saturn Hypothesis WTF was that doing out here back then?

If there are 7 billion of us and each of us is connected to that Jungian soul, if there is a feed back cycle and if we can manipulate it then we will be in conflict with the longer term users of this knowledge. So to counter our increasing memory and knowledge and to keep us from integrating through this powerful idea we get our minds fucked with.

What is your mind? Who are you? Are you in between your ears?

Well no. How’s about you are just using the grey stuff between the ears as your non dom. You are there, but not really. You are actually off shore?

I hope you are getting the flavour of what is actually a very hybrid mixture of in your face piss take and occulted philosophy continually practiced by adepts in all spheres of our conditioning.

As I’ve said before “We have to think as they think”.

What's coming next can be conflated. However whatever the outpouring I take the soul, Jungian or otherwise, and the mind as two separate though very exotic states.

Both being messed with at our expense.

What if?

Who remembers a micro second ago that we wanted something other than the unedifying repast of recycled verminous ritual offered to us upon pain of death?

GV does.

I do.

I remember that micro second ago when Maggie was going to kick our management up their arses, put the commie agitators under the cosh and then UK plc would be great again. We’d kick every other load of state sponsored industrialist into the long grass.

Of course what we were told was going to happen and what we got were two different things. A 30 year continuum sapping the life and memory and knowledge from the country so that we are fit for satrapy. Generations and generations to come of stasis and unchanging energy drained and vitality stunned debt chain gang.

Industrial people are active, vibrant, challenging and resourceful. They seek answers independent of dogma and will confront any given as they seek to better themselves and their society.

Here industry is not wanted. Simplistic beliefs and lives with no foreseeable non-compliances is the desired outcome. A society with all answers derived from a simple book of instruction and dogma. Compliance is to be rewarded with life.

Now more and more realise the futility of this repetitive ceremony that passes for existence. An ersatz reality that has made us all pestilent in spirit. We’ll be getting the offer the Irish were made all those centuries ago.

Get on the NOAHide or you’ll be getting out of life.

So what form does the offer take this time? Just think of anything that has been introduced under the GWOT.

For UK plc it is goodbye Magna Carta and trial by jury. Introduction of secret courts under any pretext is the same process . Carbon taxes and the rationing of your breath, same con, because energy means freedom. If the sole source of energy is the capture of sunlight then that means there can be no movement for you and me, no freedom.

However our lords and masters will be free to travel on sequestered modes of transport that we won’t get to hear about from our cannibalistic MSM. Oh and if you say otherwise you’ll be killed, you very obviously do not believe appropriately.

So that’s the last micro second back to Maggie and the last millisecond back to Whitby. What about going a little further back?

Back to …ooooh Noah of course!

How far back is that? Well it might be as far back as a tenth of a second. It could be a fuck sight farther than that. So what do we know about the lad in the big boat? Well the best source from what is available to the vulgar, yes that’s their term for you and me and what we are allowed to read, is the Gilgamesh story. You certainly are not going to be getting the full Monty from any mono theist’s handbook on getting onside with NOAHide under the guise of hanging with the good guys.

I left a little fragment of a potential pantheon that Gilgamesh might have recognised in a previous post and as I remarked at the time the deity revered by the ignorant monotheists and worshipped by the blinded illuminists might be a bad guy like Enke.

What if?

So then, is their clever, clever secret world the correct version? All those secret society’s that we know about are just shop window dressing. What we’ll never see is what’s going on behind the shop window, behind the front of store, behind the counter, behind the storeroom at the back, behind the stairway down to the cellar door, behind that cellar door at certain sacred times when the celestial alignments are correct and the correct blood lines are represented and the sacrificial victim is procured.

I will say their memory of what has happened is better than ours. Most of us cannot get back further that a hundred or two hundred years. These slobs have an unbroken lineage of millennia and that gives them a justifiable temporal snobbery. No wonder they take the piss out of us at every turn, they actually know more.

If you kept meeting at a secret location and got foul smelling libations and stupid ceremonial outfits on, draped yourself in false skulls and incanted nonsense you would quickly lose interest in it, even if their was some top shagging and orgyisting to be had, of it didn’t actually deliver into your hands real tangible power over your fellows who were kept out of the schools and in the sheep pen. Wouldn’t you?

You couldn’t keep it up for generations over the millennia and across the planet as you were forced to move on by pursuit or the search for competing knowledge and rival practitioners to rub out of the timelines, unless you got the real deal. Could you?

And what if this ritual and ceremony is itself just a shadow of what used to be? What if Enke, and the other guys in the pantheon like Adam, Eve, what happens if they are an incomplete memory of what was? Once you start asking these questions then you collide head on with the guys smoking in the BIG ROOM because no matter what you turn up with, truth, fantasy or falsity, they don’t care because you are going to ruin their gig. A gig that has worked for them for millennia; the clearest manifestation of their powerful magic being fractional reserve banking or debt. And the secrets of mass control.

That creates a problem in our received perception. Our reception of their view of things might mean retuning mankind again.

A dissonance between their stated view of what was and has been; and our experience and returning memory.

There is only one final solution as always.

Erase our memories. Reset our clocks.

The NWO is a non esquintera, these guys are remembering back to the good old days and they know that all they have to do is hang on until the correct celestial alignments pitch up and then it will be party time again.

But they’ve forgotten something.

Approx 7 billions of us.

The problem is….

…that too many remember and more and more are joining us every day.

More and more are unearthing the past and revealing our mistaken and perverted history. We rediscover and remember that life is not about the seven laws of Noah. We are not the first to remember and we are discovering what happens to those who will not comply.

Just like the Irish.

Tarnished forever.

TBC

Banking on Tesla

OR yet more movies and books.

As I’ve mentioned on several occasions me and my mate Tim the tube driver would chew the rag on many occasions about the weirdness that is banking whilst schlepping round Trent Park with our pups. Indeed I think I’ve detailed my speculation, way back then pre 9/11, on how the banking world seemed to be using occulted physics as its business model; in a previous ranting.

I’ll explain again and then really let it rip.

If you wander through any of the realised weirdness that could provide some hint about what’s been hidden since metering, or rationing as it is called in UK plc, became the paradigm you end up here. USS Eldridge was a great big Gaussian experiment run wild. The Beehive was a far more clever exercise is Einstein et al’s unified field theorising. Tesla was peering into the lost world of Maxwell’s mirror. All were hazardous to biological systems but they accidentally revealed an opportunity to engineer time. Remember when Tesla got belted on the scone by a multi million volt jolt he is reported to have said that he could see all time, past, present and future.

Ignoring all the legend surrounding these projects the one common factor is the AC system pulsed by DC.

So let’s get analogous. AC/variable interest rates pulsed by DC/injection of debt.

Now don’t forget that all the voodoo from Tesla onwards is placed in the tin foil hat corner, or coroner.

Totally barking. Yet have a good look at fractional reserve banking, if you wandered through earlier musings, all the way back to the laws of Hammurabi and before; that’s how their philosophy works.

Human society, ether, is manipulated via usury, AC systems, and injections of debt, DC pulses, with the capture of wealth, release of energy and over unity.

You get more out than you put in. Bankers put in nothing and get it all. Stimulate the aether with x and get x+y. Alchemy.

Such over unity systems for the masses are total bollox and yet for millennia that’s been the money lender’s secret. Not the only secret mind you.

The classical and conventional narrative says that you save hard, work hard and pass on wealth to your children. NO. That’s classical thermodynamics. Have you noticed that there is nothing to pass on unless you are a high priest of finance and accessed to charitable foundations?

One of the “accidents” of the Tesla, Bell & Eldridge spanking around is the tapping into time quanta. That’s where this line of medication started.

Goldman Sachs and Stealing Time.

[BTW as a direct aside please notice that the money scammers do not care which brand of god bothering it uses to cabal the Herd Attention Space, human quanta flux, it will promote any and all HAS control that suits its purpose. Sharia UK plc you bet, that though is another story from the trinity.]

Since we know the combination of Goldman Sachs and High Frequency Trading allowed them to scam all other market players just what was the secret? How they got the tech. is another story for another speculative day.

Essentially there is a Black Box into which buy and sell signals entered, a BB in the control of GS. GS sneaked a peek, made their play, and then the buy/sells went in their merry way with a pico seconds difference between them and the GS inside deal.

I won’t get all expectorant here I’ll just note two examples of what I imagine we could be dealing with. One example from the sane end of the unsane spectrum and one, which I’ll go with, from the unsane insane unsane end of the barking scale. Mind you knowing how weird real life can be and that 9 out of 10 million-to-one shots come off; I reckon my money is safe, if you excuse the fiat based pun.

1) The BB fucked with time by the order of a nano second and time stamped the buy/sells as though nothing had happened. Rendering the process undetectable.
2) Remember that, at least as far as we know and this is contrary to what we’ve been pre-programmed to expect i.e. Terminator, biological systems are anathema to the process. So sending someone back or forward is not going to work. However what if an object was sent forward and retrieved. We’ll stick to the going forward bit for this drivelling. A something to retrieve a what?


Other things? Numbers and data? Images?

What about GS’s BB reaches forward just far enough to get a good peek to massively influence GS’s plays amplifying what they already know about the other market makers’ plays?

It is all in the name High Frequency Trading. Where is the HF AC/ HF DC system held and operational?

If you’ve read any of my other bayings you’ll know I, and lots of others, reckon the USofA corp. has handed tech over to the ChiComms. So has the BB gone over as well since the USofA corp. has been trashed. Are the ancient handlers moving the centre of operations again?

I might as well go Full Monty.

That’s what the USCG cutter was doing alongside the slave quay in Shanghai last Oct/Nov when the US Comm. Sec. was in town yakking with his kinsmen. This also means that the favoured play ground of TPTB is ChiCommland as signalled by the take down of WTC 1&2.

The language is at least 5000 years old but it can be read clearly. The decryption is childsplay.

Heads up.