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It is almost like this event was designed for conspiracy theorists such as myself…
(EDIT: I have re-written this – adding links and clarifying. I apologize in advance for my initial semi-insane rant. I’ll speak in non-sequitur fragmented code so that you know I’m a legit conspiracy
theorist analyst. I am truly sorry for the victims of this tragedy. My less-than-serious approach to some of this is not meant to be insulting. It is only the court jester who can speak truth to power and not lose his head.)
I mean – sweet baby Jesus – the Freemasonic symbolism is everywhere! Let’s pretend for a moment that this is a mythological story: “Isis” oversaw the sacrifice from the 32nd floor right beneath a big black illuminated pyramid and twin towers! Oh and Jesus was also there for his martyrs in their paddock. They took off their boots for they stood on holy ground.
Good angelic Stephen descended on a wing through the central court to confront Evil Stephen with a “13” tattooed on his neck in room 32-135 (13+32+135=180). Jesus Campos (campos = country) saved the blessed Stephen Schuck from the evil Stephen Paddock. The good Stephen was given the “master key” and descended yet further to the basement levels to warn the souls there (not unlike Jesus) before ascending again. (This all follows the standard pattern of initiation (so I’ve read – I’m not a MASON)) Officer Newton (Newtown) was first to breach the room a full 72 -81 minutes after the shooting began. The detective ran into the room barefoot because this too was holy ground.
Boris Johnson made a gaffe which was widely publicized the day before the attack by reciting Kipling’s “The Road to Mandalay”, the poem for which the hotel was named. Kipling was a Freemason. A film based on the poem was released on 6/28/1926. Originally 70 minutes on 7 reels, the only surviving copy is 33 minutes. The release date is 33,333 days or 91 years 3 months and 3 days before the Route 91 Harvest attack which is 91 days or 13 weeks before the end of the year. The gaffe clip was part of a documentary to be broadcast on Sunday at 10:05 PM which was when the shooting began (according to the first timeline).
Okay, I’ll calm down. I don’t really want to get into all of it. There’s just too much for me to do it all justice. I don’t want to go on and on because we’d be here all day. Or several days.
I’m not really as crazy as I might seem. For the record, Aliens did not build the moon.
Total Information Awareness analysts: how are you guys enjoying this little treat at the Jade Helm of your Starship Enterprise? Are you Mastering the Human Domain? Mapping out the truther networks and drilling for a counter-insurgency? Are you putting the human hive mind in your FMRI and seeing what areas light up when you tickle our toes?
Pizza, MKULTRA, and other related aspects: The Paddock boys grew up a short bike ride from North Hollywood and Laurel Canyon in the 60’s and 70’s. Papa Paddock volunteered with juvenile delinquents in between his prison sentences in the 50’s. Brother Paddock just got arrested in Laurel Canyon on child porn charges. Our patsy, Stephen, (who was deceased before this whole thing kicked off as symbolized by the closed eyes) was laundering money through the casinos (nobody makes almost $5 million a year playing video poker). He owned his own planes for trafficking, and he parked his money in a couple dozen real estate investments. And the other brother is clearly hamming it up a bit in long rambling melodramatic disingenuous interviews… oh and he’s wearing a t-shirt for an organization (cfcarts.com) that supports actors who’s head chairwoman runs a PR company that specializes in crisis mitigation and cites the Orlando shooting as her grand big gig!
Dammit I said I wasn’t going to get into this.
The belt-fed M240 Bravo fired blanks from the hotel room while operatives or drones in or near the venue fired bursts of targeted suppressed subsonic 5.56mm. That much is clear.
This video is the clearest I’ve seen where you can distinguish between the close subsonic and the distant M240 fire.
At 0:50 you hear only the subsonic suppressed and you hear people skeptical that it was real gunshots.
At 2:00 you hear both the suppressed close fire and the distant M240.
At 2:36 you hear the distant M240 by itself
At 2:40 a 2 second burst of suppressed fire is heard over top of the M240
At 2:42 you still hear the M240 steadily thumping in the distance
Also this one where police are convinced of multiple shooters:
No wonder so many in the crowd were skeptical and confused. Being unfamiliar with the sound of suppressed subsonic, they thought they were being pranked! And in a way they were. It was a deadly criminal prank.
Some people actually got shot, but they barely even felt the subsonic 5.56mm. Its ballistics is worse than a .22LR. A paintball gun might have been more effective at inducing pain and panic.
So yes, some of the wounded were real and there were probably also some crisis actors. Let’s have it both ways so that they don’t divide us over something no one will ever prove. “They will not divide us! They will not divide us!”
So far the only victim to sue is Ms. Gasper – shot in the lung. (Note: I’m not claiming this is fake… synchronicity happens all the time. I wish Paige Gasper and all the other victims a speedy recovery! It is truly an awful thing that happened to you all.)
The M240 Bravo with BFA (Blank Firing Attachment) gets a dirty reg after only 400 rounds. So after 900+ rounds we hear the cyclic rate bogging down. It had to be cleaned. Maybe that’s why the shooting only lasted for “9-11 minutes”.
After they serviced the weapon, they went up and down the strip terrorizing guests at all the other hotels – except for Trump’s of course. This was his big event… 59 seems to be the number of his betrayal. 59 Tomahawk missiles into Syria. 59 dead in para-dice starting at 9:59. The Trump Rat at 5th Ave and 59th. etc…
Jesus fled to Mexico right after the SHTF. Thank God Ellen lured him back. She asked him some really tough questions like: “Are you cartel?” and “Were you actually there to purchase weapons from Paddock?” j/k she didn’t ask any real questions; she told his story for him while he nodded along because she’s gotta protect her big sponsor, MGM. But I’m a big meanie-head for questioning this “hero”. Why is he a hero? He didn’t try to stop the shooter. He didn’t radio in his location. He says he called it in on his cell phone, and after several weeks, this audio was released where he sounds like someone who just got shot at 200 times (not). He got shot in the leg (supposedly). Then he fled to Mexico to escape any semi-real interviews. What exactly did he do that was heroic?
No record of Jesus working as a security guard in Nevada. And he’s still not sure why he was called to the shooter’s doorstep at the exact instant the shooter wanted to begin his spree. Was it a fire alarm? A stuck open door? A screwed shut door? And Jesus, why didn’t you radio in the shooter’s location to dispatch? Oh well, thankfully Stephen Schuck was also there and he did radio in the exact location: room 32-135, but sadly nobody relayed that info to the police. They had to spend precious moments figuring it out the hard way – made even harder by fact that there were multiple shooters… also someone had placed strobe lights in the windows of other rooms for a diversion.
Jesus’ only reason for being there on floor 32 from beginning to end was to cement the lone wolf narrative. We have a dead lone wolf; therefore, no bothersome trial where a little bit of truth and accountability might be squeezed out into the light of day.
Why did the lone wolf kill himself when he was well prepared to go on? Why did the police no longer consider this an active shooter just because he hadn’t fired for 2 minutes? They waited over an hour to breach? Why was there a trail of blood drips from his body to the revolver like someone picked it up and placed it there? Why was a rifle propped up over his leg; he slid it underneath the rifle after he died? Why did this evil genius make so many basic tactical errors? Like I said… this was designed for conspiracy theorists… and for more gun regulation and body scanner installations.
So how did they get that M240 Bravo with BFA out of the room after the police arrived on the floor? Either the police are corrupt (in Vegas??? Nahhh…. /s) or maybe they flew that baby out the window on a drone.
Maybe the drone servos sounded like drilling to Jesus. Maybe they staged the room complete with dead body, scattered rifles, and remote controlled breaching charges on the windows, and then left at their leisure… that’s why they needed all those cameras. They returned to their parked black van… Or maybe they operated out of JANET AIRLINES which is just 700 yards away. Okay, high-octane speculation there, I know.
MGM CEO Jim Murren sold off 90% of his stock just before this happened… THAT’s not suspicious <cough>. Lots of other insider trading going on as well. Murren’s also on the NIAC – a DHS advisory panel – in a position to make decisions about who gets all those orders for body scanners they’ll be putting everywhere now.
4chan user, John, clearly predicted the Vegas shooting and its aftermath on 9/11/17:
Mystery woman in the venue tells the crowd 45 minutes ahead of time: “you’re all going to die tonight!” Was removed by security.
Okay, I’m really done now.
As you can see, I’ve been slightly obsessed with this event ever since it happened. I’ve got a collage of pictures and sticky notes pinned together with red strings sprawling across all four of my bedroom walls.
Why does this particular shooting interest me so much?
Maybe I’ve always had a morbid fascination with combat and warfare. Additionally, in this event, unlike some of the other “false flags” there is actually quite a lot of video/audio to analyze.
So the tactical aspects are fascinating: how exactly did they pull this off? But also, this is an opportunity to analyze the analyzers and the counter-insurgency operatives out there on the internet. This conspiracy has a lot of meat on the bone. Conspiracy theorists will chew on it for years to come.
It is almost like this event was a test for the general public, but that’s not really fair. We’re never really given the opportunity for an open honest investigation. There will always be loose ends and unproven speculations, and not everyone is willing or able to do their own research. But it can be maddening for the conspiracy
theorist analyst who finds that no one else is interested in perfectly obvious outrageous coincidences, errors, and inconsistencies in the official story. People would rather talk about football. It can lead one to feel a little crazy. One might go off half-cocked spouting rude rants on the internet… “Why can’t all of you sheeple in your paddock see what is really happening here!”
There was no lack of passion in the small child’s voice as he pleaded with his playmate to trade one large red Lego for two small blue Legos.
“Joseph! Please Joseph, let me have them! Remember Zacchaeus? You should share!”
Noah took trading opportunities very seriously. Time was limited and if he was unable to secure the required resources, his intergalactic battle cruiser would never be completed in time for launch. The project had to move forward. The moon and stars beyond beckoned to be explored and all Noah needed now was to reinforce the right wing and add some more guns. He had already swiftly engineered five fierce laser cannons and firmly affixed them to the belly of the craft. The laser cannons were powerful – best in class – but that would not be enough to deal with god-knows-what he might encounter out there. He needed guns and more guns, and he needed them NOW.
It was seven minutes to eleven, and free time was nearly over. Noah never could understand why the adults always failed to allow enough time for this most important part of the day. So much time had already been wasted watching the lame video of sock puppets singing songs while clapping hands. Most of the others found this highly amusing and poor Noah had no idea why. To Noah, they seemed empty and puerile. Clapping? Why was clapping along to puppet songs so damn funny? Hadn’t these kids seen Pinocchio yet? Noah had learned that there was no glory in being a puppet and so he despised anything to do with puppets.
Noah was driven in a way that the others weren’t. He felt different and alone. He was tempted to think that he was a little bit more advanced than his peers, but no… he knew that he shouldn’t think like that. Even at the tender young age of five-and-two-thirds he knew that such high and mighty self-absorption would get him in trouble. There were times he wished that he were more like all the others. They seemed to be having so much fun – unless they were engaged in a fit of tears – which was not all that uncommon. Giggling and squirming throughout the lesson, each child displayed a brief interlude of self-control, solemnity, and piety as the donation hat passed by. All looked on carefully as each in turn pretended to put money in it.
Noah didn’t have to struggle against his wiggling squirming little body like the others did. His will was exceedingly strong and he was fully in control of all of his faculties. He always paid attention and he always knew the answers to the adults’ questions. Sometimes he even corrected the adults’ mistakes. At the end of every class, the backs of his hands were always fully gloved in gold star stickers, yet despite all these achievements he felt a persistent nagging dissatisfaction.
Today’s Sunday school lesson, like all the others before it, was about some ancient dead people with funny sounding names. There was something about a short man named Zacchaeus hiding in a tree, and he gave away all the taxes he’d been hoarding. Noah had a vague impression that the word “taxes” was another name for “sharing”, so he wasn’t quite sure how someone could be hoarding and sharing at the same time. He set aside his doubts for the moment and focused on the fact that sharing was good. This seemed to be all the adults required him to agree with today, so he agreed sincerely. Noah made a heartfelt renewal of his commitment to share and he was genuinely optimistic about his ability to fulfill this commitment. He felt inspired to be noble. Perhaps if he could be a truly noble boy then he would no longer feel the nagging dissatisfaction that made him perpetually rigid and unhappy. Henceforward he would share, and this would make Jesus happy, and this would make the adults happy, and if they were all happy with him then he would be happy with himself. Yes, this was it! He would do. the right. thing.
Joseph, however, was NOT sharing.
“Joseph! You should SHARE!”
Joseph stiffened at Noah’s repeated rebuke. The lesson of the day had not been lost on Joseph and Noah’s remonstrance was somewhat effective. Joseph too had felt deeply inspired by the puppet songs, the gold stars, and the endless trance inducing clapping to commit to a higher path – a noble life of sharing taxes, but Joseph did not look up or even acknowledge Noah’s presence. Joseph sat stoically stacking Legos from his dwindling pile. Joseph did not want to make a deal with Noah and he hardened himself against any emotional reaction to Noah’s manipulations. Joseph was engaged in his own serious project and he too felt the tyranny of the clock as Sunday school was rapidly nearing its end. Joseph’s project was just as monumental and important as Noah’s – possibly more so. Joseph was constructing a gun – a very large and very serious next generation super-weapon. The barrel was high caliber. The magazine capacity was infinity. The scope could zoom for miles, and every guided round exploded upon impact raining untold devastation upon the enemy. There was only one problem: he had yet to complete the trigger assembly and he was about to run out of Legos.
Every Sunday morning at ten ’o’clock, the adults began the hour long noble war against the savage chaos – attempting to impose structure upon the wiggling young minds. By 10:45 attention spans were taking heavy casualties and morale on all fronts had reached a dangerous low, so with only fifteen minutes remaining (unless the pastor felt led to make an alter call – god-forbid) the adults would finally take a much needed break and release the children into the playroom for free time.
Like calves from the stall, the children bounded into the playroom, and Noah, leading the herd, was first to reach the five gallon bucket full of Legos. With a huff and a heave of growing boy strength, Noah hefted the full bucket high above his head and dumped its contents onto the floor. The satisfaction of being first, the feat of physical exertion at having lifted a giant bucket half the size of his own body, the crashing sound, and the limitless potential represented by the newly created colorful chaos on the floor, all yielded a uniquely satisfying experience. It was invigorating – a brief bright interlude in his perpetual scene of gray. Just a few minutes ago he had been subjected to repetitive lessons designed to appeal to the lowest common denominator. He had been enmeshed in the rigid structure of rules and hierarchy. Noah had adapted to that structure well and was climbing to the top of it as best he knew how while earning every gold star along the way, but here with a fresh pile of Legos he experienced a much greater kind of satisfaction. Here he had the opportunity to create – to make his own structures and invent his own rules.
In this moment of existential bliss a scripture popped into his magnificent little mind: “In the beginning was the Legos, and the Legos were with God.” He remembered this scripture well because it was about Legos and he was pleased that God played with Legos too. (In English this verse reads: “In the beginning was the Word…” but his father had taught him that the Greek word for “Word” was “Legos” and so he preferred the Greek translation. Of course “Logos” is technically correct, but Noah’s young ear heard the more familiar “Legos”, and thus he accidentally solved one of the deeper mysteries of the universe. Unfortunately Noah and almost everyone else would remain ignorant of this discovery for quite some time.)
Other children attracted by the great crashing sound and the waterfall of color quickly gathered around. Noah began fabricating his intergalactic battle cruiser. Joseph began machining his gun. Jacob began growing a dinosaur. Ruthie began constructing a tower. And Hannah began sculpting the face of Jesus.
All projects progressed peacefully for a minute or two until the endless supply of Legos suddenly seemed to be not so endless. The current rate of consumption was going to exhaust the supply before project completion, so the small society of builders began to work more hurriedly – frantically fastening one Lego atop another. After another moment or two each realized that speed would not be enough. Forward thinking was required, so each began to shovel small piles of Legos closer to his or her own project areas in order to establish some zoning boundaries and secure some sort of claims of ownership on what resources remained.
The impending sense of scarcity began to have a deleterious effect on the various designs. Aesthetic sacrifices had to be made. Noah’s intergalactic battle cruiser would still fly okay with a stubby right wing. Joseph would have to do without the secondary laser sight. Jacob’s Tyrannosaurus Rex didn’t really need those useless front arms. Ruthie’s modern Tower of Babel didn’t need spirals all the way to the top; she could more efficiently stack one brick atop another endlessly. Hannah’s rendition of Jesus didn’t need a right eye – all he really needed was a smile.
As the evaporating parts piles began revealing bare patches of floor, some of the children began casting jealous glances at the projects of the others. A disproportionate number of threatening looks were directed towards Ruthie’s tall tower. Although she had employed roughly the same number of Lego blocks as the other projects, the phenomenal height of her structure created the impression that she was hogging more than her fair share. The height to width ratio was not structurally sound and it seemed rather like a tacky waste of resources. It had become an eyesore upon the landscape and it was totally impractical. Who could live in such a skinny tower? It was already wobbling back and forth and the slightest breeze might knock it down.
Oblivious to the growing discontent besieging her tower, Ruthie – ever the diligent worker – continued unimaginatively stacking one Lego atop another.
Jacob was the first to make a move. Sitting cross legged next to her, he reached across the boundary between his zone and Ruthie’s, snatched a handful of Legos from her pile, and dumped them on his own pile.
“Stop!” With a porcine squeal and pink flushed face Ruthie glared daggers at Jacob. He knew better than to meet her glance, so he looked down and busied himself with the claws on his T-Rex.
A slight grin began to grow at the corners of Jacob’s mouth as he sensed that he had threatened more than just Ruthie’s ridiculous tower. Ruthie’s mental state seemed to be just as precariously high strung and unbalanced as her skinny structure. He sensed a great store of potential energy for which the tower was merely the trigger, and touchy tiny triggers attached to big bangs beg to be bumped.
If only Ruthie had been slightly more indifferent about the success of her tower; if only she were slightly more realistic in her designs; if only she accepted that one way or another the tower would soon be demolished anyway; if only she had taken her project less seriously, then it might not have been such a temptation to knock it down, but Ruthie was very serious and her tower was very tall, and so she and her tower became the target of the natural impulse to tear down the tall serious thing.
Joseph struck next. He needed a trigger assembly for his gun; otherwise the next generation superweapon would be worthless. As Ruthie stood up on her tippy-toes to position another Lego atop her tower, Joseph reached across the floor, grabbed two fistfuls of Legos, and dropped them onto his own pile.
“Stawwwp!!! Those are miiiine!”
This time Ruthie was not just angry, she was deeply hurt at being “taxed”. The fact that her resources were funding the research and development of the next generation super-weapon offered no consolation. She now had a mere five Legos remaining while the others each had small piles.
Noah was still in desperate need of two small blue Legos. He rummaged through his pile once more and could not find the exact Legos he needed, so once again he eyed Ruthie’s tower. Noah’s jaw set tighter and he leaned slightly forward as he began to feel the pull of his baser instincts. With the social taboo of robbery now twice broken… or was it robbery? Wasn’t Ruthie acting like Zacchaeus and hoarding taxes? If she wasn’t going to share, then wasn’t she in the wrong and shouldn’t she be forced to share? Ruthie was now clearly seen by the others as the enemy of the common good. Everyone – even gentle holy Hannah – now secretly desired to see Ruthie’s tower collapse.
So far, no one had dared to rob parts currently employed in a structure. That was really asking for a fight and could get one in deep trouble with the adults. Destroying Ruthie’s tower was a line Noah couldn’t bring himself to cross. He decided instead to make another trading proposal to Hannah for the parts he needed. “Hannah, may I please have…” Hannah cut him off by curtly cupping her hand and scooping her pile of pieces closer to her lap.
Noah sat back immensely frustrated. He decided to re-engage in the internal ethical debate hoping that perhaps the devil within might win the second round, but some loud noises across the room disrupted the argument. Terrible screams, shrieks, and guttural growls put everyone on notice that Jacob’s dinosaur had suddenly come alive.
“Rawwr!!!” “Reeeaaaaawwwwrrr!!!” Jacob’s T-Rex swooped up and down left and right as it stomped about the room wreaking havoc on everything and everyone that lay in his path. His tail took out another child’s puzzle and knocked over a stack of books.
This devastating monster had to be stopped before the whole room was destroyed! The National Guard was called into service. Joseph with his future-tech battle rifle leapt forward and skipped around the room in hot pursuit of Jacob’s giant lizard. “Pew! Pew! Pew!” “Pew! Pew! Pew!” Jacob’s aim was precise, but the infinite supply of guided exploding bullets was no match for the thick reptile hide. Something more powerful was needed. Noah’s intergalactic battle cruiser with laser canons and torpedoes seemed to be humanity’s last hope. Noah sprang into action and deftly piloted his craft swooping over chairs and diving under tables. Dodging debris, he quickly closed the gap on the terrible beast as it orbited the room.
The malevolent force of nature suddenly paused, bellowed out another terrible roar, made a sharp left turn, aligned itself with Ruthie’s tower, and began to sprint across the open ground. Between roars and shrieks, the galloping grin at the corners of Jacob’s mouth turned into a broad toothy smile. A cold-blooded lust for destruction possessed him and he tossed back his head with maniacal laughter.
Paying these silly boys no attention (it was quite normal and expected for them to engage in these sorts of dramatic scenes of violent combat) Ruthie had seized the opportunity to retrieve the unguarded booty (plus interest). She was crouching back to her tower with two fistfuls of blocks when she caught sight of Jacob and his reptile striding straight for her tower. Her eyes grew into saucers and her mouth flew open. A vein in her forehead bulged as she seemed to be straining out another refrain of “stop”, but apparently the pitch of the tone emitted was above the normal range of human auditory perception.
The Tower of Babel was facing imminent destruction and Noah was the only one who could save it. Noah knew it was now or never. He couldn’t get a radar lock on the T-Rex, so he took a chance and maneuvered in closer. In a sudden burst of warp speed Noah dove through the air towards the lizard king.
For a brief moment that seemed to stretch into minutes, Noah and his spaceship were one and the same – weightless and free.
The floor fell away and the roof turned black as night. Noah’s hard-earned golden star stickers on the backs of his hands gently peeled away and scattered out across the black night sky. The squeals and shrieks of the other children faded away to silence.
Noah found himself transported to the far side of the galaxy into a spiral arm of planets and stars no human had ever seen before. Standing inside his space ship and peering out through a window Noah saw stretched out below him the beautiful blue glass-like surface of an alien world. It was so still and calm he almost felt like he could see his own reflection upon the waters far below. Mesmerized, he continued to stare into the abyss as the ship orbited onward. A few moments later coming into view he could see red patches of land and white patches of cloud and ice. He wondered what strange creatures were hidden away on that dazzling landscape. Were there great lizards and enormous trees? Were there little boys like himself?
He looked above him and saw two great white doors with a black and yellow stripe down the middle. A buzzer sounded followed by metallic reverberations in the broad chamber. Gears churned and air whooshed as locks and seals were released. He saw a bright light stream down from above him as the bay doors cracked opened and slowly parted. Protected and comfortable in his space suit, he slowly couched then launched up and off of his toes. The light seemed to embrace him and welcome him as he floated freely into it.
Weightlessness was an exhilarating sensation. He felt like he was meant to be weightless. Maybe it was gravity that always held his spirits down and forced him to be so serious. If he could just live in space, maybe he could always be this happy.
Noah drifted up through the open bay doors, out, and away from his ship. A serene silence engulfed him and stilled his busy troubled mind. The deep black space that surrounded him seemed to enter him and fill him. He tried to think, but could not. No words could find a way into him. This was a completely new and pleasurable sensation and it made him laugh. For the first time in his life, he giggled and wiggled and made a fool of himself like all the other little children. It was as if a taught twisted up rubber band unspun itself inside of him and he laughed until his belly hurt. He laughed until tears welled up in his eyes and floated away in jiggling salty blobs inside his glass helmet. The sight of his own tear blobs wobbling around induced another fit of hilarity.
After his fits of laughter finally subsided, he breathed a deep sigh and was once again at peace. Gently rotating, he gazed back upon his abandoned ship which slowly shrank away into the distance. That was his ride home, and he should have been afraid to be drifting away from it. He knew that he should be afraid, but he wasn’t. He wondered why he wasn’t afraid. There simply was no room for fear in him. There was only space and the warm embrace of the light.
Noah looked below him and saw coming into view again the alien planet. It seemed bigger than before and darker. He could now make out a sprawling city below him. It seemed to be a magnificent city with beautiful strings of lights. It must belong to a very advanced civilization with high technology. He wondered what the alien children were like who lived there. Did they go to Sunday school too? Did they hoard taxes or share them? Did they play with Legos? Did they clap and giggle at puppets on strings? Would he fit in better there? He thought that maybe he would. The alien planet seemed to be calling to him and drawing him towards it.
Noah was spinning faster now and the planet was so close it appeared like a flat red wall as it stretched out infinitely in all directions. He was falling. Another goofy smile reappeared on his face, but something was wrong. He felt gravity begin to pull his spirits back down. A pressure began building in his mind. He could feel words knocking on the outside his space suit trying to force their way inside. The words desperately searched for a way to enter into his head. Suddenly the seals on the doors of his mind blew out and a surge of words along with panic flooded into him.
He was accelerating. He could feel faint traces of atmosphere beginning to tug against his suit and he could now see more details of the colorful city below: more clusters of dazzling lights and tall sharp buildings that stabbed the red sky. Just ahead of him was an extraordinarily tall skinny tower that rose high above all the rest. It was exceedingly sharp like the stinger on a planet-sized red wasp. An electric current seemed to run through it generated by some spiral structures at its base miles below. The top of the tower mirrored the base with a crackling vortex of cloud and fire swirling outwards. It seemed to reach the top of the atmosphere and out into the blackness of space. He could not tell whether the vortex was sucking in or spewing out or both at the same time. All Noah knew was that he was heading straight into the vortex and he was completely terrified. He instinctively kicked and twisted about in his space suit like a beached fish on the sand, but this did nothing to shift his course. The sharp skinny tower and its vortex raced towards him: closer. closer. closer. And then in a flash of lightning, thunder, and darkness it swallowed him alive.
“Stah-ha-ha-ha-hawwwwp!!!” Ruthie had collapsed to the floor in a heap along with her tower and was racked by deep painful sobs. Pieces of tower were sprinkled across the floor and the two dazed boys lay in a twisted pile covered in bricks.
It was 11:00 AM and the adults came marching into the room carting Goldfish crackers and juice while chanting the cleanup song: “Clean-up! Clean-up! Every-body, every-where! Clean up! Clean up!” The other children began to catch the tune and chant along while putting their games away. Noah stood up and dusted off the Lego blocks. He was dumbfounded. What had just happened? Was that real? Did he hit his head? He stood up and inspected himself. He was slightly sore but didn’t seem to have suffered much damage.
An impatient adult hurried him along: “You don’t get any Goldfish if you don’t help clean up, Noah. Let’s put away the Legos now. Your parents are here to pick you up.”
Noah began shoveling the Lego blocks back into the five gallon bucket, but his arms didn’t feel like his own arms, and it seemed to be someone else’s legs shuffling him around. Some part of him still seemed to be floating in space on the other side of the galaxy.
“Hey buddy, what did you learn about today?” Noah’s father quizzed him as he climbed up into the family SUV.
“Oh, we learned about a short man in a tree sharing taxes,” Noah replied.
“Zacchaeus?” Noah’s father clarified.
“Very good. Did you obey all of the teacher’s instructions?”
“That’s my boy!”
Typically at this point in the post-Sunday School debriefing, Noah would give a report on the number of gold stars he’d earned, but today he silently stared out the car window lost in thought. He wondered about the vision of the alien planet and the space ship and the tall tower. He tried to will himself back into the space suit to once again feel the powerful feelings that made him laugh and cry when he was floating free, but those feelings were walled off to him now. He knew they were still there somewhere inside of him, but he couldn’t figure out how to get back to them. They had returned to a compartment of his heart that he didn’t know existed before today. Now that he had tasted those feelings, he would search for them and he would not be satisfied until he could find them again.
As the family SUV turned onto Noah’s street, the old urge to boast about his achievements suddenly returned, and Noah looked down at the backs of his hands to count his gold stars, but to his astonishment he found none. Noah’s hands were completely bare.
The yearly outbreak of Flu vaccine propaganda is here.
The CDC’s case-controlled method of estimating flu vaccine effectiveness is fraudulent. Why? It only looks at sick people. If the vaccination rate in people with influenza-like illness (ILI) is higher than the vaccination rate in sickies with confirmed flu, this translates through odds-ratio calculation into vaccine effectiveness. So even if the only people getting sick were vaccinated, the CDC’s method could yield positive vaccine effectiveness.
The accuracy of this case-controlled method relies on the assumption that the probability of ILI is equal in vaccinated and unvaccinated populations. This seems to be a poor assumption for at least two reasons: 1) according to the CDC’s numbers, vaccination rates in those with ILI is typically higher than in the general population, and 2) common listed side effects of the vaccine are fever, chills, aches, sore throat, sneezing, coughing, headache, etc… in other words, flu-like illness.
Additionally, vaccine effectiveness (often the sole statistic presented in flu vaccine propaganda) does not equal vaccine benefit. A 90% effective vaccine has negligible benefit if your unvaccinated chances of getting sick are only one in a million. What are the chances of getting the flu without the vaccine? No one knows for sure, but based on the numbers in the CDC’s studies if you go to the doctor with flu-like illness, there’s less than a 20% chance it’s actually flu, so for most of the flu-like illness out there the vaccine would be ineffective anyway.
I put all this info with a little more detail and links in a separate post, here:
Drink water. Don’t eat sugar. Eat healthy food. Get sunshine and exercise. Don’t stress out. Even if you get the sniffles, you’ll make it through flu season just fine.
Ostensibly the goal of the democratic political process under the social contract is to ensure the government is run in such a way as to create an environment of stability, safety, and equal opportunity in which (relatively) free individuals can thrive and reach their full potential as human beings. The election season gets the layperson engaged with friends and co-workers in debates about wide ranging subjects that directly or indirectly affect quality of life and freedom of opportunity, from foreign policy to crime statistics, to moral and ethical fundamentals.
These debates generate a great deal of frustration at the perceived enemies of human progress and prosperity as the political process fails time and time again to deliver satisfactory results. Typically these failures are thought to have roots in stupidity or immorality. And lately, as we have entered the golden age of conspiracy theories, deliberate deception and obfuscation from a network of secret societies, clandestine services, and other puppet-masters are increasingly fingered as the root cause of the failure of the political process.
Although I am a yuuge advocate of conspiracy theories, in this post I would like to focus on the underlying cause of the failure of all political systems: the sociopath filter known as hierarchy.
Human history can be roughly divided into two eras: the era of tribalism and the era of hierarchy. Before there were governments and cities, there were tribes – close-knit small groups of people living close to nature and depending on one another for survival. Possessions were limited to what one could carry and there was little privacy or individualism. Social cuing and a high degree of accountability maintained a certain amount of uniformity among the tribesmen. Yes, there was somewhat of a social order with elders and a chief and shaman, but on the whole the hierarchy was fairly flat and egalitarian with nothing going on beyond the view of anyone else. In some ways this tribal living was Eden, the age of innocence and simplicity. Although most modern humans wouldn’t dare trade off technological achievements, power, comfort and wealth to go back to tribal living, there is nevertheless a deep longing, frustration, and sense of alienation at having left the tribe and having walled ourselves off from nature and from one another.
As agricultural technology developed two things happened: a larger population could be supported in a smaller area leading to the formation of cities, and it became possible to accumulate possessions beyond what one could carry. This led to new forms of structure both physically in the form of large shelters and infrastructure as well as societal structures. The ability to expand the population and accumulate possessions led to inequality and individualism. This led to increased jealousy and competition which led to fighting. Groups of people then began to band together for common protection against outside enemies who would take what they had accumulated.
Enter > hierarchy. Hierarchy became the most efficient system of structural organization towards a common goal. The need to defend a group (or raid and conquer other groups) meant that the most successfully organized groups would win. Hierarchy as a martial system of organization defeated all other systems of organization. With every victory, a hierarchical organization would acquire more people, possessions, and territories.
There was a problem, however, with these growing pyramidal hierarchies of human structure: they only worked if the people that composed the larger base layers could get on board with the goals of those at the top. In order to keep the people in the pyramid working in line with the goals of those at the top, they had to be convinced it was in their best interests to do so (or have the true goals occluded and be told a story they would believe in). If the people were not convinced to work towards the common goal, the pyramid became unstable and those at the top would be overthrown or the group would be conquered by another more efficiently organized and better led group.
As soon as agriculture made wealth and hierarchy possible, a new element of human nature also entered the dynamic: the sociopath. In the Genesis story of creation, it is Cain that is the father of agriculture, the founder of the first great cities and… the first sociopath who murders his shepherd brother (perhaps a symbol of the nomadic tribal ways) out of jealousy. In the tribal system, what is good for the group is good for the individual – this developed within humanity the quality of empathy. Empathy, the ability to feel the pain or pleasure of others, is generally what works on the conscience to produce moral actions. Those without empathy, the sociopaths, do not feel the pain of others and sometimes perversely get satisfaction out of causing pain to others.
The problem with human hierarchy is that it is a filter for sociopaths. Any hierarchical group, even those founded with the noblest of intentions – city-state, government, religious organization, corporation, political party, home owner’s association, and book club – will always degenerate as those with low empathy and high desire for control filter their way to the top. Those with high empathy don’t want to step on or control their fellow man while those closer to the sociopath end of the spectrum relish the opportunity to do so.
It is human hierarchy combined with the spectrum of empathetic capacity that sets up the cycle of history. A group bands together for common purpose or common defense against an oppressor. The group chooses a leader. The group is successful and grows. Eventually the sociopaths work their way to the top and the group that was formed for common defense against oppression now oppresses. Under increasing corruption, the pyramid becomes unstable and collapses.
Until relatively recently there were natural barriers limiting the growth of a human hierarchy. All the layers of a hierarchy must be bound together by a common narrative so communication and propaganda is crucial for the continued life of a large hierarchy. Today technology has eliminated most of these barriers making it theoretically possible for a single pyramid to conquer the whole world.
There is however, a new challenge to the supremacy of hierarchy as an organizational structure and that is networking and crowd-sourcing empowered by the internet. This could be a potentially enormous diversion from the thousands of years of rule by hierarchy. In evolutionary terms this is like the first feathered birds surviving the post-meteor dinosaur apocalypse while T-Rex dies out.
As long as humans have a spectrum of empathy with a few of us having none, hierarchies will be dangerous. The formation of the first one will begin with a single murder out of jealousy and ultimately lead to an arms race culminating in M.A.D. (mutally assured destruction).
The organizational structure of the network is the only possible means I can fathom of defeating the hierarchy. A few decades ago we thought bacteria were the enemy, but today we realize it is only a few bad bacteria that are the enemy while our bodies teem with thousands of good bacteria that keep the balance from turning over to the bad. In the same way, networking and crowd-sourcing has the potential to put a check on hierarchies.
We obviously cannot eliminate all hierarchies, nor do I think we should do so. The first nation state to disband itself would immediately be conquered by another. Similarly, if we decide to boycott government as anarchists we will be conquered by the better organized hierarchies. If we try to reorganize our societies in the tribal way, we will go the way of all the other world’s tribes – ending up either dead or on a government controlled reservation.
So disavowing hierarchy outright and promoting a direct jump to anarchy or tribalism obviously will not work. But what We The People can do is promote networking in parallel. This is what the rising alternative media is already doing for us. It is the narrative that enables large hierarchies to survive and networking can return the power of the narrative to the people. This in turn forces the hierarchies to align their goals with those of the people rather than the other way around. In time, the hierarchies having lost much of their power will become less relevant.
In the mean time, we should recognize that the larger the hierarchy, the more dangerous it is. “World Government” is therefore supremely dangerous. Communism was sold as a sort of return to all the benefits of communal living that we long for from our tribal roots, but on a large scale and with an immensely powerful hierarchy ruling over it. Obviously it failed and can never achieve the utopia promised. The larger the hierarchy, the fewer its powers can be. The only legitimate purpose a world government could have would be to break up hierarchies that are too large. The U.S. Federal government was designed to be as weak as possible with progressively more powers residing with progressively smaller state and local governments. A major and proper function of the U.S. Federal government was to bust up trusts and corporations that had grown so large as to threaten the general welfare of the people. Today corporations have grown so large as to entirely subvert and control the government.
Already the established power structures are presenting many challenges to the restoration of narrative control to the people. Facebook, Twitter, YouTube and others engage in censorship and their content filtering algorithms force users into echo chambers and content ghettos that stifle diversity of perspective.
In the 1990’s Matt Drudge revolutionized the alternative news landscape and prophesied that traditional media outlets would soon be dead. He was right. A battle is won, but not the war. New and innovative ways must be found of breaking out of the echo chambers and content ghettos created by the social media and networking giants. This will ensure the controlling hierarchies continue to lose control over the narrative with the eventual goal that they are forced to break up into smaller and less dangerous creatures.
A couple of posts ago, I promised an exposition on the Trickster in the Bible. As it turns out, the subject is so vast that I needed a book rather than a few blog posts to explore it. I got bogged down in the details, so I’m putting that on the shelf for a while.
One concept to come out of my exploration of the Trickster which I will expound upon here is the conceptual Trinity of the Logos, Abyss, and Spirit.
Who are we? Why are we here? What are we going to do about it? (Or as Alan Watts would say: Who started it? Who’s going to finish it? Is it serious? And who’s going to clean up?) These are the fundamental questions at the root of all human exploratory endeavors. Scientists are searching for the great TOE (Theory Of Everything) – one theory to rule them all – one fundamental supreme model of reality from which everything else can be derived. We want to boil reality down to simpler and simpler more fundamental terms to find the root of the core of the essence of the kernel of the source of the atom of being. Let’s pretend for a moment that we can do this and that all reality boils down to just three concepts: Logos, Abyss, and Spirit.
Logos is a Greek word translated in the New Testament as “Word” and is considered the principle of Divine reason from which we derive the word “logic”. I am going to define the Logos here as: the patterned alternation of boundaries and spaces. A word is the symbol of a defined boundary around a conceptual space. Going back to the “whirlpool in a stream” analogy. The word “whirlpool” calls to mind a bounded space around a particular area of a stream behind an obstruction where the hydrodynamic forces organize the water into a structured shape that we call a “whirlpool”. But is the whirlpool an objective thing or merely a creation of the mind? The boundary around the whirlpool is more of a dashed line and is entirely mental and somewhat fuzzy. Can a whirlpool have any sort of independent existence? Do we find whirlpools of water isolated floating in space? Obviously not. A whirlpool’s existence only makes logical sense when embedded within the larger context of the stream… and likewise the stream’s existence only makes logical sense when embedded within the context of the landscape – and that within the earth – the earth within the solar system – and the solar system within the Universe as a whole.
Likewise ALL words are mental boundaries drawn around parts of the Whole. Since the independent existence of the parts makes no sense without reference to the rest of the Whole, these boundaries would appear to be merely mental creations and illusory. But if all boundaries and the words that represent them are illusory and merely mental, why are we able to break reality down into these mentally defined parts, stitch them back together with logic, and thereby create logical models of reality that seem to match up so well with empirical reality? It must be that reality itself is a construct of mentally defined boundaries and spaces which I am calling the Logos.
Logic is a comparison of mentally defined boundaries and spaces to expose a relationship or pattern between them. The most primitive form or relationship is ratio from which we get “rational”. So the rational aspect of reality is the Logos. For example, imagine two points. In Euclidian geometry, these points define a line. Place a third point on the line and you have a ratio which is a comparison of the spaces defined by the boundaries (points). Without the third point the distance between two points is undefined. It could be considered infinitely large or it could be considered infinitely small. All distances are ratios comparing two bounded spaces, so ratios form the basis of rational logical structured existence.
The Logos is the patterned alternation of boundaries and spaces and forms the intelligible, rational, structural aspect of reality. All structures are likewise patterned alternations of boundaries and spaces. Buildings are composed of beams and walls and rooms. Organisms are composed of organs and cells. The cell wall is a structural boundary that encloses a space which contains still smaller structures. Even mental and social structures are composed of boundaries and spaces in the form of taboos, sins, morality, law, sanity, schedules, holidays, discipline, etc. There are certain ratios like Phi and Pi that are somehow fundamental to the expression of Logos in this reality and so they show up again and again in all sorts of structures from galactic spirals to conchs on the beach to wildflowers to the human body. The study of these natural ratios and their expressions in form is called Sacred Geometry and has been applied in many ancient and modern structures to encode knowledge and appeal to aesthetic sensibilities. These natural ratios also appear in music. For example, the ratios of the lengths of line segments in the pentagram (which encodes Phi) form the basis of the pentatonic scale which is found in many genres of music around the world.
The human mind requires structure to persist in this reality. When a person is “sane” they behave rationally or logically according to internally consistent patterns of thought. When a person is “insane” their mental structure is broken down such that there is a lack of internal consistency and a lack of correspondence between their mental thought patterns and the patterns existing in their external reality. More on insanity when we approach…
So logic is useful and in fact incredibly necessary for us – yet it has its limitations. The limits of logic can be discovered through reflexivity. Turn any logical process back in upon itself and you begin to approach The Abyss. Perhaps that is why a hall of mirrors is incorporated into creepy carnivals and mirrors are prominent in the arts of magic, magick, and the occult.
Deconstruction is one example of reflexivity that would appear in its more extreme form to annihilate logic. Deconstruction is the use of language to analyze language. Take the definition of any word or any sentence, and then attempt to explain the definition, and then attempt to explain the definition of the definition, etc. You will find, as in the case of the whirlpool above, that every part implies the Whole. Nothing can be fully explained without explaining the entire universe itself. And how do we explain the universe…?
For a further demonstration of reflexivity and the limits of logic, consider that all systems of logic are constructed from axioms or primitive notions. These are words or concepts that are considered to need no explanation or definition because this would lead either to infinite regress (need to explain the entire universe in infinite detail) or into a vicious circle (circular reasoning or circular definitions). Take the example of an axiom from Euclidian geometry above: “two non-coincident points define a line”. Coincidence, points, and lines are all primitive notions, but do they really exist? Aren’t they merely mental constructs? We say that a point has no size, but has a location. A location relative to what? As stated above, all distances are ratios or comparisons of bounded spaces. So a point doesn’t have any objective existence but is a mental construct that compares a location to other locations. So points have zero size so they don’t really exist, and points form lines which have zero thickness so they don’t really exist. And lines form planes which have zero thickness so they don’t really exist. And planes form solids which don’t have any duration, so they don’t really exist. Now suppose we have a solid body that floats in space for some period of time… does it exist? How can it exist if everything that composes it does not exist? At what point, do we arrive at something that actually exists? Or is everything that exists actually a mental construct? We could take the approach of an inverted reductionism where concepts are real and prime. We can then zoom in or zoom out to add or subtract informational detail by focusing on more or fewer boundaries and the logical relationships between bounded concepts.
Every system of logic can be deconstructed. Every system of logic relies on axioms and primitive notions that are not supported by any logic because any self-reflexive attempt to do so results in either circularity or infinite regress. Since all foundations of all logic and rationality are fundamentally incapable of being supported by logic and rationality, we can imagine that they “float” upon a dark sea of irrationality or are bubbles of structure floating in a spacious absence of structure. This sea of irrationality and spacious absence of structure is the concept of the Abyss.
The Abyss is poetically synonymous with the deep-sea or “the bottomless pit”. It is mystery, darkness, non-sense, irrationality, and insanity. Curiosity is the quality within an individual that draws that individual to the boundary of present knowledge and causes that individual to yearn to go beyond it. The existence of the Abyss ensures that for every new boundary discovered, there will always be a mystery beyond that draws the curious spirit towards it.
Science employs logic and rationality to explore and model the patterns of the Logos. It can only explore the Logos, but is necessarily blind to the Abyss. Any phenomena that does not conform to rational patterns cannot be explored by science because science requires testability and repeatability. Where there is no pattern, there can be no science. Science is the expansion of knowledge enlarging the bubble of Logos within the infinite void of the Abyss to which science is completely blind. Science is therefore in the business of infinite demystification. It does not matter that this process could be infinite because the process of discovery is in itself its own reward to the curious spirit.
A problem occurs in our adjustment to reality when we forget that the Abyss exists and are led by Science and its efforts at demystification to believe the Universe is entirely logical and that we are approaching the end of all mystery. There is no end to the bottomless pit and there is no top to the heavens.
We are reminded of this reality of the Logos floating in the Abyss in various ways. Men once thought the ground to be solid, but eventually discovered this solid ground floats on fiery magma. The Earth was once thought to be a solid flat entity supported by pillars (or the backs of Turtles), but it was discovered the Earth is a globe floating in the void of space. Matter was once thought to be solid, but it has been discovered that matter is made of smaller and smaller bits of matter until it appears to be more of a collection of thoughts or information rather than physical billiard balls of substance.
In the Bible we find in John 1:1 an interesting description of the Logos “The Word”. “In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God and the Word was God. He was with God in the beginning. All things were made by him; and without him nothing was made that has been made. In him was life; and the life was the light of men. And the light shines in the darkness, but the darkness has not understood it.” John states that the Logos manifested the creation and that the Logos manifested a form within the creation by the name of Jesus. Keeping in mind the notion of the Logos “floating” upon the Abyss, we find this interesting imagery in the story of the Logos in the form of Jesus “floating” or walking on the water (Abyss) by faith. The disciples also float on the water by utilizing their logically created structure (a boat). Peter’s curiosity causes him to step beyond the boundary of his logically created structure and attempt to float on the Abyss as the Logos encourages him to do likewise. Peter’s faith fails him and he begins to sink into the Abyss, but the Logos lifts him back into his floating structure, the boat. The Logos then steps into their structure (the boat) and calms the storm (pushes the Abyss back into its boundaries).
As we have seen, all logical structures are created upon axioms or primitive notions which are accepted to be true by faith. The logical structure within which we find ourselves enmeshed and which we call objective reality is in fact floating upon the Abyss supported only by faith. It should then theoretically be possible for an individual mind to alter one’s faith and step out of this logical bubble of reality and float upon the Abyss. In fact, the existence of the Abyss means that literally anything is possible. The very next instant could see the demise and recreation of the entire universe. There is literally nothing that says the universe must continue its logical progression one second longer save the collective faith of the Logos.
We also find the imagery of “floating” upon the Abyss in Genesis 1. Elohim creates the heavens and the earth, but the earth was “void” and “darkness was on the surface of the deep (Abyss)”. The Spirit of Elohim moved on the waters and this movement was the first act of creation from which light and everything else sprang into existence. Movement or Spirit is thus the third conceptual component of this Trinity.
Spirit means wind or breath. It implies invisible motion and e-motion. It is the animating life force. “And Elohim breathed into his nostrils and the man became a living being.” Motion implies change. As some have said, “the only thing constant is change.” Everything in all existence is in motion. Even the ancient hills and mountains are in the midst of a dramatic progression. When the rate of change is small, conceptual identities can be formed. You consider yourself to be the same person from one day to the next despite your gradual changes because your changes are so gradual they are hardly noticed, so you have formed for yourself an identity or an ego. But this defined identity, like the whirlpool, is mentally constructed, has fuzzy edges, and makes no sense apart from its context within the Whole. So by playing with zoom level, one can have the perspective that individuated identity is illusory – one is nothing or everything or both at the same time; this is the root of mystical experience.
Motion or Spirit is essential to the creation of reality along with the Logos and the Abyss. Creation is movement on the surface of the Abyss – the boundary between the Logos and the Abyss. This movement is Spirit. If there were only Logos, there would be no novelty and therefore circularity without change. If there were only Abyss, there would be no structure or sanity. Creation rides the boundary surface between the two generating both structure and novelty, knowledge and mystery, light and darkness, sanity and insanity. As quoted from the book of John above, “The light (logos) shines in the darkness (abyss), but the darkness has not understood it.” The darkness of the abyss is the place of no knowledge and no understanding. This sounds terrible, but this is what makes the experience of curiosity and learning and interestingness possible. You cannot paint without a blank canvas. The glory of the light is imbued by the darkness that surrounds it.
Many have noted that there is a fine line between creativity and insanity. Some of the most brilliant artists in art, literature, and music lead very dynamic and chaotic lives that sometimes end up going “off the deep end” (into the Abyss). This is because creativity itself is a delicate balance between structure and destruction, sanity and insanity, sense and non-sense, Logos and Abyss.
Throughout all ages and peoples there are warnings against the occult. Channeling unseen entities or dabbling in magic is dangerous because like Peter who sank when he got out of the boat, we can get lost and sink when we leave behind the structure of the Logos and dance a jig on the surface of the Abyss. There is always an element of danger to curiosity. Curiosity has led us to unleash the power of the Sun on Earth. But danger is part of this game. It is the risk of sinking that makes boating exciting. The Spirit of Adventure propels one along this boundary between the Logos and the Abyss and that is the Spirit of humanity and the Divine Spirit. It is dynamic movement, the Spirit of Life that treads upon the surface of the Abyss that keeps life fresh and new and exciting.
There has been a tremendous amount of internet buzz and speculation regarding the dates of 9/23 and 9/24/2015. Some Christian groups were predicting the rapture. Others were predicting a major ISIS terrorist attack. Still others were expecting an assassination attempt on either Obama or the Pope. WW III, asteroid strikes, and EMPs were among the other candidates. The UFO crowd expected the Pope to finally disclose contact with extra-terrestrials. It is now 9/26 and the theatrics expected on 9/23 have been underwhelming to say the least. Nevertheless there was some highly significant symbolism occurring on the 23rd/24th day of September and I want to expound upon it here.
First of all, the Roman Catholic Church has never been primarily about Jesus or elevating the level of human consciousness on Spaceship Earth. It has always been about power and control over the rabble through the use of symbolism and mythology rooted in ancient astro-theological Solar/Saturn/Sirius cults going back through Egypt and Babylon. I will provide a few examples of the connections between Roman Catholic symbols and their ancient predecessors.
The Pope is often seen wearing the “Mitre” which symbolizes the open mouth of a fish. Fish symbolism is everywhere in Christianity and it is not just because the disciples were fishermen and Jesus made them “fishers of men”. Christianity began at the end of the age of Aries (the Ram) and the beginning of the age of Pisces (the Fish). When Jesus talks about “the end of the age”, this refers to the procession of the equinox through the zodiac which indicates the astrological “age”. These ages last about 2160 years so we are currently transitioning from the end of the age of Pisces to the beginning of the age of Aquarius. The Roman Catholic Church is therefore predictably beginning to abandon the Jesus fish for some new arrangement of deities or a new “Good Shepherd” that will be used to goad the sheeple into their pens throughout the Age of Aquarius.
But anyway… back to the Pope’s fish hat (Cardinals also wear them at times):
The fish hat was also worn prior to Christianity by the priests of Dagon. Dagon was a fish god and also a god of the harvest to the ancient Babylonians and Philistines. Cronus (to the Greeks) or Saturn (to Romans) was also a god of the harvest and we often see him with a scythe or sickle. Put them together and we have the fishes and the loaves. Dagon may also be related to Dogon and Sirius worship which had a special symbolism to Egyptians relating to the time of year when the Nile would flood. Sirius being in the constellation of Canis Major relates it to the Canine while the relation to Dogon or Dagon is probably how canines came to be called dogs. Dogon may also be related to the etymology of the Dragon. To this day we still call late summer, “The dog days of summer” thanks to Dogon or Dagon and Sirius’s signalling the waters of the Nile to flood.
Anyway… The Pope’s fish hat is related to Dagon or Dogon and astro-theological pre-Christian deities.
The fish hat is just one example of symbolism relating back to pre-Christian deities, but in the interests of time and space I’ll move on to symbolism more relevant to the Pope’s recent visit to D.C. on 9/23 and 9/24.
One of the most amazing and prominent architectural wonders of the Vatican is Saint Peter’s Basilica with its 448′ tall dome designed primarily by Bramante and Michelangelo. The basilica faces East to greet the rising sun and to its East is an elliptical plaza with an Egyptian Obelisk in the center. The Obelisk was transported from Egypt and re-erected in Rome around 37 AD.Where else do we find the “male” obelisk inside the round “female” shape across from a very large dome? …Washington D.C. So whats this all about? Just some old men acting like little boys who think it’s funny to draw body parts on the etcha-sketch? The story goes back to Sun worship in Egypt. Osiris was the old chief Sun god whose brother Set kills him at the end of the day (sun-set). As the legend goes, Set dismembers the body of Osiris and scatters his parts around the world. Isis, the Queen and wife of Osiris finds all of the pieces of Osiris’s body except for one member… his “member” which was unfortunately swallowed by a fish. So Isis fashions a new “gold member” for Osiris bringing him back to life. They have the sex and Horus is conceived – a baby sun god. (we probably get “hours” of the day from “Horus”). Isis, the virgin mother and pre-Madonna, is frequently pictured nursing baby Horus, and in the Roman Catholic Church we often see the virgin Mary (Madonna) nursing the baby Sun/Son of God.
The Egyptian obelisk represents the phallus of Osiris and the ellipse or vesica pisces (belly of the fish) in this case represents… well it should be obvious… intercourse with Isis. The adjacent dome represents the womb or breast of Isis where a god is made and nursed. This is why the mosaic inside of the dome of St. Peter’s Basilica shows Jesus and the saints on their way to heaven at the top and also why the inside of the D.C. Capitol dome has a painting showing George Washington ascending to heaven which is titled “The Apotheosis of George Washington.” Apotheosis literally means to become a god.I have read that at certain times in history the Egyptians would conduct human sacrifices… usually of foreigners or slaves… and at these times they believed the God Osiris would enter the Obelisk and that the Pharoah who sat in an adjacent dome (womb of Isis) believed this would make him a god.
Okay, let’s get back to the Pope’s visit. This is the 266th Pope from the first – St. Peter. The Pope decided to arrive at Washington D.C. on 9/23 which happens to be the 266th day of the year. Why is that significant? On average, a woman is pregnant for 266 days before going into labor. In Genesis, it is said that labor pain is the first judgment God gave to mankind. The evening of 9/22 to the evening of 9/23 is 7/10 on the Jewish calendar which is the Day of Atonement. This was the day that God decided how he was going to judge a person for the rest of the year and on 7/11 he would issue that judgement. (Side note: SEPT-ember was originally the 7th month so 9/11 could be thought of as 7/11. And 9/11 in Roman numerals is IXXI which is a re-working of the sign of Saturn and was engraved in Jesuit rings for a time. Pope Francis is the first Jesuit Pope, so he is thus “Lord of the IXXI Rings” and therefore kind of like the eye of Sauron/Saturn between the twin towers… Oh and don’t forget tower 7… 7/11). This year, 9/23 also happened to be the fall equinox – which doesn’t mean much to modern man, but recall that the ancients (and modern secret societies) were all about the Sun worship. Fall equinox is thus symbolic of the time when the powers of darkness overcome the powers of the light. Thus, what is “birthed” on 9/24 is something wicked.
So on 9/23 the prez “basked in the glow” of the Pope. On 9/24 the Pope journeyed to the Capitol. At some point he was interrupted by an illegal immigrant child who managed to evade iron clad security (staged much?) waving a heart-wrenching letter describing how she didn’t want to be deported. The Pope stood in the Capitol, which is symbolically the womb of Isis where a god is conceived or where men become gods (the dome also happens to be currently in the middle of a remodel or “reformation”). The main theme of his visit and of his speech was that the Western world needs to welcome the foreign children (to be sacrificed to Osiris) newly delivered unto us. Of course, it is well known that some of these “migrant children” belong to the terrorist group named: ISIS (Islamic State of Iraq and Syria).
Oh and in case anyone missed the irony / hypocrisy… here’s the walls that keep the poor migrant children out of the Pope’s obscenely wealthy little city-state:
So there you have it. The pope’s visit and message is all about Isis and the birthing of the children of ISIS through labor pains of judgment in the fall as the Western borders fall. Anyone who’s been paying attention knows that it is a thinly veiled fact that the West created ISIS by giving weapons, training, and funds to moderate rebels (also known as Al-Qaeda) in order to topple the Assad regime in Syria and possibly to be the next big bogeyman that will force Westerners to continue giving up their civil liberties so that they may be lovingly integrated into the global community with a nice big hug from Big Brother. Isis is ISIS is made by the secret societies who revere Isis and are the hidden hand behind Western geopolitics.
A good quick run-down on the occult astro-theology of Saturn: http://youtu.be/ylyZ9gKySAg
More info on occult astro-theological symbolism in art and architecture: http://youtu.be/L777RhL_Fz4