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“Tensions” between Obama and Netanyahu? Pure Theater…

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Ohmygosh! Obama waited sooooooooooo long to call and congragulate Nety’s win.

Oh my! Bibi had it coming though after prancing in before Congress “uninvited”.

Oh dear! A two-state solution isn’t very likely now that there is so much disagreement between the White House and Tel Aviv.

Ay caramba! now all the diplomacy with Iran is about go down the crapper, pushing everyone into WWIII.

I’m already bored of this tired script, after seeing the first time when it starred Obama vs. Putin. The Hegelian Dialectic has to be the most over-used plot device in all of Hollywood political history…

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Portal-Mania…

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In light of the fact that they are now once again juicing up the flux capacitors at CERN (they use flux capacitors at CERN, right? I’m pretty sure they do…) in order to rip holes in the space-time continuum and collapse the dimensional divides, in order to usher in some Nephilim-horde army, I’ve been thinking about portals a fair bit lately. Well, I don’t really think all that, I was kidding of course. That’s silly. All those billions of dollars spent on a national-boundary-spanning hadron collider are so we can finally solve a theorem of quantum mechanics that 99.9999999% of humanity is too mathematically-challenged to understand in the first place. I think they’re hoping that enough power will be applied this time around so that they can finally know which final mark to make on that worn-out chalkboard at CERN, after which they’ll finally get to sit back and relax with a nice cup of tea and game of Sudoku…

cernportalsNah. Just kidding again. I am uCERNtain what exactly to make of it all, but I don’t think it’s something to be completely unconCERNed about. Ha, more shameless CERN-worldplay.

But ok… I know I’ve written about portals before, and here I go again, without having a whole heck of lot to try and say about the topic in any real “meaty” way (I’m no quantum-physicist, I confess) but what I DO find myself marveling at, again and again, is just how much this concept is just constantly showing up in entertainment/Hollywood etc., again and again. It’s something I see I don’t how many times in an average week, so, I finally sat down and tried to find images from all the recent examples I could remember, just to see what it would be. I wound up with folders within folders, literally, over a hundred images. I couldn’t possibly use them all, so I chose a few of my favorites and had some photoshop playtime…

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But wait… Science fiction films/shows for adults aren’t the only place you see copious amounts of portal-related entertainment. One thing that has seriously blown me away over the past several years now as a parent, is how much my KIDS have been completely reared by modern children’s entertainment to be so utterly familiar with the basic concept of inter-dimensional travel that they essentially have assumed it was REAL from the time they could speak. Think about that… I mean, if I were to sit down with one of my kids and try to explain to them with words things like “teleportation” or “quantum folds” etc., then they’d just stare at me drooling while I rambled for an hour and accomplished nothing. But alas, cartoons and movies and video games have easily achieved what wouldn’t even know how to attempt. It’s literally EVERYWHERE, from hit video games like Minecraft (a big favorite in our house) to the Lego Movie, even My Little Pony. (!) I mean, when my youngest son was like THREE, if he saw some image even remotely resembling some kind of “swirling spiral”, his immediate response was just, “Hey look, a portal”, just as nonchalantly as if he saw a representation of a house or a tree or a rainbow…

So anyhoo, about a week ago I finally got to sit down and watch “Big Hero 6” with my ninos, and what “sci fi” concept happens to feature prominently in the storyline, yet again….? Yeah, you guessed it.
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I dunno what to make of it all exactly, but one thing I do know is that if suddenly tomorrow it was announced that the “greatest scientific achievement in history” had finally been accomplished and interstellar travel was not proven to be possible through some incredible breakthrough in quantum mechanics, my children would almost certainly not be glued to the television, having their minds blown.

They’d probably just say something like “well DUH Dad, it’s just a portal…”

Who’s the Catcher, Who’s the Fox….

dupontilluminatieyeSometimes my wife absolutely hates watching movies with me. This is not her fault, of course, and I have been making a conscious effort over the last couple of years to curtail my internal reactions to things on the screen which to me seem like a perfectly good rabbit trail on which to go off on some rant about the “deep state” or “black ops” or whatever else. Fellas, your lady doesn’t want to spend date night listening to you talk about the New World Order. Somehow, this does not seem relevant her desire to cultivate intimacy with you.

And so, this is why when watching “Foxcatcher” last night, which largely takes place on the estate of John E. Dupont, I think I managed to only make onelittle comment about the Duponts being a major Illuminati-bloodline family. There was a scene where Steve Carrell (who plays John Dupont) is standing on the property telling his new wrestling recruit about the grounds, how certain battles of the Revolutionary War were fought right across the field, and there is this shot where they are standing there looking across this picturesque New England landscape, standing beside an Egyptian obelisk. A veritable mini-Washington monument, in all it’s American-blue-blood, phallic glory. It was just too perfect of a picture not to point it out… ūüôā

The film itself was admittedly quite well made. The acting was unarguably top notch, Carrell putting in a performance which really demonstrated how committed to a role he can be, exuding a subtle creepiness in a character that truly did not feel like it was rehashing anything I’d ever seen before in a villain. The entire film maintains a very eerie, brooding tone, from start to finish, with a character-driven realism that is indeed rare in movie-making these days. Mark Ruffalo gave an equally stellar performance as Dave Schultz, creating a perfect contrast to Carrell’s portrayal of Dupont. You can’t help but start to like the character of big brother Dave from the start. Mentor, father-figure, training partner to Mark, family man with his priorities in order, a down-to-Earth guy who’s ego doesn’t ever get the best of him. The longer the movie goes on, the more you feel yourself dreading the eventual conclusion. Dupont, on the other hand, isn’t terribly likeable from the get-go, and as things progress his character only becomes more pathetic and tragic.

The widow of Dave Schultz has gone on record saying that the movie is incredibly accurate in it’s depiction of the events, and I don’t doubt that in most ways it is, from a certain perspective. Apparently younger brother Mark has expressed strong objections to being portrayed as having had illicit relations with Dupont, as is inferred in the movie with things like a scene of the rich benefactor knocking on his window in the middle of the night, and calling him to the mansion for a one-on-one “wrestling workout” under the watchful eyes of old Dupont family portraits. It’s hard to say exactly what the nature of that relationship was, but it seems reasonable to leave such dynamics as being quite open to possibility. Even if it was true, I can appreciate why the real Mark Schultz wouldn’t relish the idea of having such a thing recreated in cinematic form. They movie actually does a remarkable job of subtly portraying the inner pain and guilt that Mark increasingly carries, even though he never really uses words to tell anyone, even his brother Dave. However true-to-life that aspect of the film was, it was definitely a very emotionally moving arc to travel alongside of, and seeing the way that Dave never stopped loving and supporting his brother through it all, even though you’re never quite sure how much of Dupont’s unhealthy control over Mark he’s able to piece together. Perhaps if he had, he wouldn’t have stayed on at Foxcatcher Farms as a wrestling coach even after Mark had to leave…

On the other hand… Every time I watch anything anymore, I am constantly asking myself “What are the underlying narratives going on here? What lies behind the more obvious story, and connects to something deeper?”

Well, if the testimony of Jay Parker is in fact true, there is indeed a whole lot more to the story.

The film portrays John Dupont as an aging silver-spooned narcissist who turns to the sport of wrestling as a means of trying to free himself from his personal dynastic demons, using his financial sway to create a fictional, self-deluded identity as a “mentor” and “leader of men” to young, physical athletes. That much is almost certainly not made-up, but in the video below, starting at about the 22:30 mark, Jay explains that as a member of an Illuminati family himself, his mother was actually recruited as a mind-control programmer to construct a certain manner of Monarch programming on John Dupont, one of her students, in order to eventually trigger him into committing an act that would land him in a psychiatric hospital, and give them access to the massive family inheritance that was his.


The whole interview is actually pretty interesting, if you want to listen to the whole thing where he talks about everything from eugenics to satanic ritual abuse, then I’d say it’s pretty interesting, and quite relevant, but the part specifically dealing with John Dupont is about ten minutes, from about 22:30 to 32:00.

If this is true, then a film such a Foxcatcher immediately starts to take on a radically different tone. As Jay says in the interview, “those who are raised being exposed to pedophilia and human sacrifice, are quite likely to grow up being pedophiles and human-sacrificers themselves”… Of course, the claims of a person like Parker are not iron-clad proof, and we should not treat it as such, but I do whole-heartedly believe that they should not be laughed-off either.

The more you listen to testimonies such as his, the more you will slowly hear a continuity to the kinds of things he is describing, a cohesion to these kinds of accounts alleging that there are indeed rich, powerful families who practice generational Satanism on a scale that most ordinary citizens could scarcely imagine. When you start to really grasp just how massive in scope it is, and how deeply entrenched families like the Duponts are within the military-industrial complex and “Dynastic American Luciferianism”, then you can start to see how a figure like John E. Dupont could really have been a “scared little fox” himself, running through the woods from a “hunting party” the likes of which the film itself doesn’t even begin to so hint about. Perhaps that was the real point.

Dissociation, of a nation…

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A few days ago, I listened to an episode of the End Times Matrix News podcast, where the host Tim Clark talks about “Mind Control programming and the occult illumination process being conducted on all of society” (amongst some other topics including current events).¬† I’m really digging the podcast overall, and ever since listening to that particular episode, I’ve found myself thinking a lot about this whole issue of dissociation / thought-programming / societal manipulation / compartmentalization and so on…

I know it’s not really a new revelation or concept to anyone who has any understanding of the “NWO agenda” on any level, because of course, that’s what we mean when we talk about being “freed from the Matrix”, or, “having your paradigm shattered”, or whatever other metaphors we might use.¬† We are talking about that old schemata of beliefs about the world around us, that previous way we used to regard our reality, which was in so many a lot more pleasant and fluffy than the one we have come to accept as the truth…

Even the most mainstream definitions of “dissociation” within psychology readily admit that this is something that yellow-brick-road-the-wiz-5occurs on a whole spectrum of varying degrees of intensity, the most extreme examples being of course the kind we find in SRA victims and individuals subjected to MK Ultra / Monarch programming, and other such forms of demonically inspired¬†mind-control programs.¬† Trauma is the underlying factor is this most extreme form.¬† Intentionally inflicted, this causes the victims, (usually children to start with) to actually “split” their core person, in order that their might be one “person” (or alter) who can be present during the abuse/torture, allowing the other “core” person to go “down”, dormant, to find a “safe place” to hunker down until the trauma is over and it feels ok enough to re-emerge to the surface, while the newly created “alter” then goes “down”, taking with them all the painful memories associated with that horrific experience.¬† In the parlance of the “Wizard of Oz” programming so often used with monarch/MK Ultra, that act of splitting, of finding the “safe place”, is referred to as “going over the rainbow”…

Okay, so anybody whose researched mind control or MK Ultra stuff probably knows all that.¬† I guess I’ve just been thinking about how, in a much broader sense, and also indeed in my own life and testimony, how this urge to just “go over the rainbow” is just so dang ubiquitous, whether you were the victim of something as real and psychotic as satanic ritual abuse, or just the more “generic” types of physical, psychological or sexual abuse so many people undergo during childhood/adolescence, or… (like myself), you experienced virtually nothing that could honestly be described as “traumatic” in your personal life, aside from the exposure to the same societal memes and messages coming from pop culture and the mass media propaganda machine as the rest of the population…

Even as a kid, I was all about “escaping” in my head.¬† I would sit in my room and just draw, for hours, while other kids would be outside playing, imagining worlds of treehouse cities, or massive futuristic submarines, or mansions with their own¬†miniature train sets in them like the one Ricky Schroder got to live in on the 80’s sitcom “Silver Spoons”.¬† I wasn’t escaping some abused childhood or anything, I just preferred my imagination, inspired by movies and television and books, to the “boring” reality that was around me as a child.¬† Church was a dry, smelly place to me, full of gray-haired people singing hymns and wanting you to sing in a choir at the Christmas service.¬† School wasn’t much better.¬† How said is that.¬† I basically had the middle-class suburban childhood that so many people strive to be able to give to their children, and I honestly couldn’t (and still really can’t) remember most of it, because I was “living in my own head” so much of the time.¬† (It’s actually sort of a running joke in my immediate family, how I somehow can’t remember all sorts of details about various camping trips or holidays or whatever…)

vaderAnyhow….¬† This is a kid, born in the late 70’s, growing up through the 80’s we’re talking about.¬† We didn’t have computers or internet or dvd players.¬† We didn’t even have cable, or a VCR until I was like ten years old or something.¬† It was such a far cry from today, from the environment in which my own kids are now growing up in, and yet even then, I was a full-on, sucked-in, pop-culture disciple.¬† I was a part of that “Star Wars generation”, who played the original black-and-green screened arcade game and like everyone else thought that having your very own lightsaber would be something worth cutting off more than a couple toes for…

But then, you “grow up” and get “serious” about the World…¬† You go to college, or start to listen to what all the adults in your church circles are saying is how the world is (that is, if you even grew up in a church, like I did…)¬† You exchange the old fantasies, for new ones.¬† More sophisticated, more complex, but ones that are nonetheless infused with all kinds of nostalgic, dopamine-inducing morsels, designed to hearken you back to some idyllic perspective on the modern world…¬† Your opinions on America, and it’s history, and how it’s “shaped the world” are still riddled with visions of Norman Rockwell-esque scenes, and Coca-Cola commercials, and everything else that the Madison Ave folks have been throwing at you since birth.

And the thing is, we like it.

Even as someone who has read the very words of GOD, and come to an understanding that this world, this life, and everything in it, is but a blade of grass to be blown away with the wind, a mere breath before the expanse of eternity, it is still, so very easy, to “dissociate”, by choice, and try to bounce back and forth between realities, depending on what I am feeling in any given moment…

This is just how we live, as a society today, flipping channels, using the web, checking our phones, texting our tweets, tweeting our pics, TiVo-ing this, and streaming that.¬† The vast amounts of “programming” we are constantly being subjected to via tv, movies, the internet, is mind-blowing.¬† Can you imagine someone from even a century ago suddenly being immersed in our ocean of digitally-defused vomit?

I suppose I’m sounding like just another tirade against the moral bankruptcy present in popular culture here, but what I was intending to get at is really more than that.¬† I suppose now that when I look at something like the “mainstream Christian church” here in America (and other countries, don’t feel left out), we can honestly say that “dissociation-by-choice” is the rule rather than the exception.¬† Francis Schaeffer described it as being like a two-story house, where the upper story is where the eternal/spiritual realities were allowed exist, and the lower story was the realm of the practical/physical.¬† In the metaphor, it becomes a case of hopping into whichever story is most convenient at the time, whichever one fits the personal agenda I might have going on.¬† This¬†“split” is a really a theme that runs through so much of the history of this country, in a number of varying applications, in terms of people holding their¬†faith in Christ in¬†one hand, and attempting to reconcile it with their faith in a human¬†government in the other.¬† We are time and again exhorted to recall the “Protestant roots” of this country, and think about how each of the original 13 colonies was associated with a particular Protestant denomination, etc., filled with Europeans who were fleeing persecution by the hands of both governments and the Catholic church.¬† So, even though they had¬†centuries of European history filled with failed attempts at merging the Gospel of Christ with nation’s government, the colonists, I suppose, became convinced that “democracy” or “Federalism”, or some carefully crafted version thereof, could overturn that history, and create what the Bible never calls us to do? compartmentalized-lifeOkay I’m probably really rambling here, but the¬†point at the end of all this is simply to recognize just how deep and pervasive the natural, sinful¬†desire is to CHOOSE an alternative to God’s reality.¬† Victims of SRA and other forms of intentional abuse had absolutely¬†no choice in the matter.¬† The rest of us, do, and yet what do¬†we usually choose?¬†¬†We split ourselves, time and time again, not as an internal mechanism of¬†psychological survival and self-defense, but as a rebellious¬†act, a deliberate choosing of the World and it’s narratives, because they offer alternative realities¬†which ultimately¬†do nothing but feed our basest desires, of exalting ourselves, of trusting in our own ingenuity and intelligence, of indulging our lusts and desires, and of promising us security and prosperity in the here-and-now, rather than in the reality that is to come…