Edward Grimsley on UFO Wars

Edward Grimsley says his mission is to show people what is happening in earth space all the time. He wants people to start looking through night vision binoculars and see the battles tasking place between aircraft including saucer shaped objects.

Ed Grimsley has been seeing battles between unknown aircraft in the night skies since he was a teenager. As a teen in 1961, he said he first saw UFOs firing at each other in the night skies, while he was staying at a campsite. Ed sees what appears to be Delta shaped and Saucer shaped aircraft in space shooting at each other, using what look like laser weapons. He has seen hundreds of these objects recently and uses military-grade night vision binoculars. Many people have come to his areas and viewed the objects shooting it out in earth space.

Ed spoke about his observations of spacecraft, some of which appear to be conducting wars.

Ed Grimsley Found Out by accident that you could see UFOs with level three 3 night visions scopes. He and his friend decided to show the world. Years later, he sought out night vision equipment to look for UFOs-- he currently uses 3rd generation military-grade PV7 night vision goggles (estimated cost between $3000-$4000). Grimsley reported seeing crafts of different shapes and sizes, and estimated that some of the vehicles were hundreds of miles out in space. One craft, he said, was moving at around 5,000 mph and traversed through a blue crystalline tube, an energy field that it projected in front of itself. In describing battles between ships, he said they fire laser beams or ball energy on each other, and the weapons seem to travel 3-4 times faster than what he first observed in 1961. The wars could be between different ET factions, between humans and ETs, or even a kind of angelic battle. He believes that many of the craft he's witnessing, such as discs and triangles, are man-made. The United States is conducting a secret space program, with ships going to the moon and Mars, and have been mining and other projects for years.

Some of you might remember when Phil Schneider said we were at war with UFO's and shooting them down here and there? Well, turns out he was right. Phil also got himself merked for speaking up as well.

This is riveting evidence about the things that go on concerning UFO's that we can't see because of our visible spectrum.  You may remember recently, that in Mexico City footage of UFO's were caught using infrared cameras.

"Would you like a look for yourself?" - Gallileo

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Live a Lie

I see your dirty face

Hide behind your collar

What is done in vain

Truth is hard to swallow

So you pray to God

To justify the way you live a lie, live a lie, live a lie

And you take your time

And you do your crime

Well you made your bed

I'm in mine

Because when I arrive

I, I'll bring the fire

Make you come alive

I can take you higher

What this is, forgot?

I must now remind you

Let It Rock

Let It Rock

Let It Rock

Now the son's disgraced

He, who knew his father

When he cursed his name

Turned, and chased the dollar

But it broke his heart

So he stuck his middle finger

To the world

To the world

To the world

And you take your time

And you stand in line

Well you'll get what's yours

I got mine

Because when I arrive

I, I'll bring the fire

Make you come alive

I can take you higher

What this is, forgot?

I must now remind you

Let It Rock (rock!)

Let It Rock (rock!)

Let It Rock

Because when I arrive

I, I'll bring the fire

Make you come alive

I can take you higher

What this is, forgot?

I must now remind you

Let It Rock

Let It Rock

Let It Rock (heyyyyy!)

Because when I arrive

I, I'll bring the fire

Make you come alive

I can take you higher

What this is, forgot?

I must now remind you

Let It Rock (rock!)

Let It Rock (rock!)

Let It Rock

Just Let It Rock (rock!)

Let It Rock (rock!)

Let It Rock

Let It Rock...

Let It Rock...

I wish I could be

As cool as you

And I wish I could say

The things you do

But I can't and I won't live a lie

No not this time

William S. Burroughs - The Naked Lunch

William S. Burroughs, was a hardcore drug addict, extreme misanthrope, literary outlaw, lover of teenage boys, experimental shotgun painter…and a bit of a mental case. His novel Naked Lunch is celebrating the 50th anniversary of its first publication. If you've read the book, did you finish it? Did you understand it? Did you love it, or hate it? It's a hard read as it is formatted as several short snippets or novellas, all loosely related, but non-linear, and extremely weird.

David Cronenberg released a film of the same title based upon the novel and other Burroughs writings in 1991.

I personally have found some of his work very inspirational, and most of it pretty creepy too. ‘The Market’ section from ‘Naked Lunch', one of my favorite books, has some of the most beautiful prose poetry ever written. . When he talked about the usefulness of Scientology or the curative powers of orgone boxes or about him being a representative of alien insect trusts he wasn’t kidding, and he’s one of these people whose achievements, to a degree, that you can admire from afar. After all, the above statement, coming from a man who shot his own wife in the head and who subsequently became even more enamored of guns than he had been before the tragic event, is a frightening prospect indeed.

I have several clips of him reading his work on my Youtube Channel, which in my opinion, lends itself a great deal to the prose. I find him to be a hilarious performer. With his desert-dry voice and wit, which really bring the words on the page before him to life. You can check out his DVD of the Naked Lunch, it presents clips from a reading done by El Hombre Invisible in Berlin in 1986, where he reads segments from works like ‘The Western Lands,’ (his attempt at writing his own Book of The Dead) ‘Naked Lunch’ and ‘Roosevelt After Inauguration’. These readings are presented with clips of films made of the text back-projected behind them, to varying degrees of effectiveness, along with a selection of Burroughs’ own paintings or appearances in films ‘Drugstore Cowboy ’. The clips of old experimental films like ‘Ghosts at No.9’ and ‘Towers Open Fire’ look very interesting, and I found myself personally in love with them, and wanting to see them in their entirety.

I find it enjoyable to hear Burroughs droning away in his nasal atonal emotion-free diction about his often weird and wonderful and wacky theories about life, the looney universe and everything, but there is nothing here that any hardcore fan of the man would have heard before, I would imagine. It's impossible to summarize the book, or even adequately describe it. It made Time Magazine's list of 100 Best English-language Novels from 1923 to 2005.

Supposedly written by Burroughs while he was battling a very strong heroin addiction, the plot jumps forward and back with the dizzying rhythm of machine gun fire, but is fascinating throughout. It begins when we are introduced to The Agent, a drug addict who is on the lam from the cops. During his travels away from the law and toward his next trip, the reader is introduced to myriad bizarre characters. From a hospital with monkeys for nurses to lengthy, graphic and disturbing descriptions of sex acts, to creatures half insect and half inanimate object, the book reads as a dystopian, stream-of-consciousness report of somebody's years of nightmares. Nevertheless, I find that it makes undeniably powerful statements, and provides much insight into the society we live in today.

It has range, like a singer. It goes from grotesque to very strange to philosophical and then has some very touching parts. It's a sprawling, punishing, all-encompassing journey to read, often focusing on, criticizing and satirizing government, religion and organizations of almost any kind. If you are not familiar with William S. Burroughs work, you may find it very surreal, inconsistent, and often nonsensical, coarse and ugly, sexually explicit and grotesque, full of strong language which some may find objectionable. It's very interesting that with its darkness and obscenity, it became one of the more frequently challenged and banned books in its time. That is what attracted me to it.

Cult Director, David Cronenberg (The Fly) made a film adaptation of Naked Lunch in 1991, no less bizarre, creative and repugnant than the novel. Whether you find Naked Lunch compelling or revolting, the book is powerful and timeless.

William S. Burroughs a disturbing genius, living in the theoretical world of his own creation and transcribing what he found there, as what he actually believed.

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I Can See In Color

It took a long time to get to this place

and now that im here, no one can ever erase-

the joy that i feel..way down deep inside

the love that i have for me will never never die

i can see in color

the first sign of spring,

the rose buds are blooming

i got a new song new song to sing yeah

life looks so amazing i never knew that it could

open my eyes and for the very very first time

i can see in color

everything looks beautiful sky so baby blue

im anxious to know where the rest of this road will go

if april showers bring flowers

then i need i need more rain

to quench the drought in me

so rain on me rain on me

i can see in color

the first sign of spring

the rose buds are blooming

i got a new song a new song to sing

life looks so amazing

i never knew that it could open my open my eyes

and for the very very first time i can see

i can see in color yes the first sign the first signs of spring

it looks so beautiful to me

i can see i can see i can see i can see in color

sky so baby blue so baby blue

i can see i can see

i can see in color the first sign of spring

and now the rose buds are blooming

i can touch them i can feel them ima hold them forever and ever and ever and ever

and ever ima hold em ever ima be forever

i can see

i can see

i can see

i can see

i can see

i can see yeah

i can see see in color, color color color

its all clear

The Phallic Phoenix

Cleanse me with the Autumn rain

Wash away the thirst of my weathered soul

That I may soak in your nourishment

And satisfy my quench

Wash away my inhibitions of the dawn's embrace

I always see splendor in the rising Sun

With it's youthful breath

I inhale it's sweetness of truth

From the embers of golden and amber

Turning purpose into ashes

Reflections of past glory and light

Like a falling leaf liberated by the wind

I release my will to yours

To witness evidence of it's brilliance of purpose

The embryo of consciousnes

Gives birth to divine awareness

Embers now ashes

Still a hopeful glow

The fire of compassion

Enlivens my soul

I Arise from the ashes Erect

A Thanksgiving Prayer

Thanksgiving Day, Nov 28,1986 first appeared in the chapbook Tornado Alley, with illustrations by S. Clay Wilson. Gus Van Sant then made a short film of Burroughs reading the text.

This poem resonates today as exposing what has gone horribly wrong in the United States of America or maybe what has always been wrong.

Thanksgiving Day, Nov. 28, 1986
by William S. Burroughs

Thanks for the wild turkey and the Passenger Pigeons, destined to be shit out through wholesome American guts
Thanks for a Continent to despoil and poison
Thanks for Indians to provide a modicum of challenge and danger
Thanks for vast herds of bison to kill and skin, leaving the carcass to rot
Thanks for bounties on wolves and coyotes
Thanks for the AMERICAN DREAM to vulgarize and falsify until the bare lies shine through
Thanks for the KKK, for nigger-killing lawmen feeling their notches, for decent church-going women with their mean, pinched, bitter, evil faces
Thanks for Kill a Queer for Christ stickers
Thanks for laboratory AIDS
Thanks for Prohibition and the War Against Drugs
Thanks for a country where nobody is allowed to mind his own business
Thanks for a nation of finks — yes,
Thanks for all the memories all right, lets see your arms you always were a headache and you always were a bore
Thanks for the last and greatest betrayal of the last and greatest of human dreams.

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A National Day of Mourning

Each year families all over America celebrate Thanksgiving. As usual it is everywhere, the newspapers, radio, television, and most of all magazines devote vast amounts of money, time and space to express this very colorful and fascinating theme of the year.

This is so very deceiving. This story that we are taught in history is nothing like what really happened. It is a fairy tale, a whitewashed and sanitized collection of half-truths which divert attention away from Thanksgiving's real meaning.

A half-truth is nothing more than a full lie.

Whether you believe Plymouth’s Pilgrims were indeed the grave-robbing hypocrites that the United American Indians of New England (UAINE) claim or whatever the claims, we all must all agree that indeed the ‘first Thanksgiving’ was merely a pretext for bloodshed, enslavement, and displacement that would eventually follow through the decades.

Clearly we should realize that these people were not nice. Not even Charles Manson and Jim Jones combined could compare with that murderous doomsday cult - The Pilgrams. According to William B. Newell, a Penobscot Indian and former chairman of the anthropology department at the University of Connecticut, the first official Thanksgiving Day commemorated the massacre of 700 Indian men, women and children during one of their religious ceremonies.[source].

The official story has the pilgrims boarding the Mayflower, coming to America and establishing the Plymouth colony in the winter of 1620-21. This first winter is hard, and half the colonists die. But the survivors are hard working and tenacious, and they learn new farming techniques from the Indians. The harvest of 1621 is bountiful. The Pilgrims hold a celebration, and give thanks to God. They are grateful for the wonderful new abundant land He has given them. Then the story goes on to say that the Pilgrims were living more or less happily ever after, each year repeating the first Thanksgiving. Other early colonies also have hard times at first, but they soon prosper and adopt the annual tradition of giving thanks for this prosperous new land called America. The End.

The actual story is that the harvest of 1621 was not bountiful, nor were the colonists hardworking or tenacious. 1621 was a famine year and many of the colonists were lazy and turned to thievery.

Most of us associate the holiday with happy Pilgrims and Indians sitting down to a big feast. This is just not the case.

The story began in 1614 when a band of English explorers sailed home to England with a ship full of Patuxet Indians bound for slavery. They left behind smallpox which virtually wiped out those who had escaped. By the time the Pilgrims arrived in Massachusetts Bay they found only one living Patuxet Indian, a man named Squanto who had survived slavery in England and knew their language. He taught them to grow corn and to fish, and negotiated a peace treaty between the Pilgrims and the Wampanoag Nation. At the end of their first year, the Pilgrims held a great feast honoring Squanto and the Wampanoags.

But as word spread in England about the paradise to be found in the new world, religious zealots called Puritans began arriving by the boat load. Finding no fences around the land, they considered it to be in the public domain. Joined by other British settlers, they seized land, capturing strong young Natives for slaves and killing the rest. But the Pequot Nation had not agreed to the peace treaty Squanto had negotiated and they fought back. The Pequot War was one of the bloodiest Indian wars ever fought.

In 1637 near present day Groton, Connecticut, over 700 men, women and children of the Pequot Tribe had gathered for their annual Green Corn Festival which is our Thanksgiving celebration. In the predawn hours the sleeping Indians were surrounded by English and Dutch mercenaries who ordered them to come outside. Those who came out were shot or clubbed to death while the terrified women and children who huddled inside the longhouse were burned alive. The next day the governor of the Massachusetts Bay Colony declared "A Day Of Thanksgiving" because 700 unarmed men, women and children had been murdered.

Cheered by their "victory", the brave colonists and their Indian allies attacked village after village. Women and children over 14 were sold into slavery while the rest were murdered. Boats loaded with a many as 500 slaves regularly left the ports of New England. Bounties were paid for Indian scalps to encourage as many deaths as possible.

Following an especially successful raid against the Pequot in what is now Stamford, Connecticut, the churches announced a second day of "thanksgiving" to celebrate victory over the heathen savages. During the feasting, the hacked off heads of Natives were kicked through the streets like soccer balls. Even the friendly Wampanoag did not escape the madness. Their chief was beheaded, and his head impaled on a pole in Plymouth, Massachusetts -- where it remained on display for 24 years.

The killings became more and more frenzied, with days of thanksgiving feasts being held after each successful massacre. George Washington finally suggested that only one day of Thanksgiving per year be set aside instead of celebrating each and every massacre. Later Abraham Lincoln decreed Thanksgiving Day to be a legal national holiday during the Civil War -- on the same day he ordered troops to march against the starving Sioux in Minnesota.

This story doesn't have quite the same fuzzy feelings associated with it as the one where the Indians and Pilgrims are all sitting down together at the big feast.

We all need to Arise from the Illusion and learn our true history so it won't ever be repeated. This Thanksgiving, when you gather with your loved ones to give thanks for all your abundance, think about those people who only wanted to live their lives and raise their families the same as you and I. They, also took time out to say "thank you" for their abundance.

On this day, I recognize the sorrow for the fallen lives of those who were lost so long ago, and shame for living in a country who honors people who used religion and self-righteousness to condone murder, treachery and slavery.

For the many in the Native community, "Thanksgiving" is a day to reflect on what has happened (past and present); to pray to the Creator that more people will know of the truth and show respect towards the fallen culture; to fast the body; to protest the commercialization of Thanksgiving; to share their time with the less fortunate in soup kitchens or shelters; and some take part in a family meal, honoring the spirit of Chief Massasoit and his initial charity and intentions of the Wampanoag Indians — who first came to initiate a peace agreement between them and the newcomers.

Celebrating the spirit of the holiday - without the propaganda that is attached, is a respectful way to share the day with the Native American people. Understanding the true historical significance of their contributions to the day, as well as what the consequences of their efforts led to be, is even more important. Without the assistance of Squanto, and the agreement for peace made between the two cultures, I find it unlikely that the settlers would have lived at all.

The Native people died so that the colony could flourish. They need to be remembered, respected and mourned. With them - the Native forefathers - is a much better place to lay your fondness and your thanks.

It is with their spirit of generosity and charity that you should place your foundation for a true and honest "Thanksgiving."

To ask whether this is true is to ask the wrong question. It’s true to its purposes. And that’s all it needs to be. For these holidays say much less about who we really were in some specific Then, than about who we want to be in an ever changing Now.

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THE SUPPRESSED SPEECH OF WAMSUTTA (FRANK B. JAMES), WAMPANOAG

To have been delivered at Plymouth, Massachusetts, 1970

ABOUT THE SPEECH:

Three hundred fifty years after the Pilgrims began their invasion of the land of the Wampanoag, their "American" descendants planned an anniversary celebration. Still clinging to the white schoolbook myth of friendly relations between their forefathers and the Wampanoag, the anniversary planners thought it would be nice to have an Indian make an appreciative and complimentary speech at their state dinner. Frank James was asked to speak at the celebration. He accepted. The planners, however , asked to see his speech in advance of the occasion, and it turned out that Frank James' views — based on history rather than mythology — were not what the Pilgrims' descendants wanted to hear. Frank James refused to deliver a speech written by a public relations person. Frank James did not speak at the anniversary celebration. If he had spoken, this is what he would have said:

I speak to you as a man -- a Wampanoag Man. I am a proud man, proud of my ancestry, my accomplishments won by a strict parental direction ("You must succeed - your face is a different color in this small Cape Cod community!"). I am a product of poverty and discrimination from these two social and economic diseases. I, and my brothers and sisters, have painfully overcome, and to some extent we have earned the respect of our community. We are Indians first - but we are termed "good citizens." Sometimes we are arrogant but only because society has pressured us to be so.

It is with mixed emotion that I stand here to share my thoughts. This is a time of celebration for you - celebrating an anniversary of a beginning for the white man in America. A time of looking back, of reflection. It is with a heavy heart that I look back upon what happened to my People.

Even before the Pilgrims landed it was common practice for explorers to capture Indians, take them to Europe and sell them as slaves for 220 shillings apiece. The Pilgrims had hardly explored the shores of Cape Cod for four days before they had robbed the graves of my ancestors and stolen their corn and beans. Mourt's Relation describes a searching party of sixteen men. Mourt goes on to say that this party took as much of the Indians' winter provisions as they were able to carry.

Massasoit, the great Sachem of the Wampanoag, knew these facts, yet he and his People welcomed and befriended the settlers of the Plymouth Plantation. Perhaps he did this because his Tribe had been depleted by an epidemic. Or his knowledge of the harsh oncoming winter was the reason for his peaceful acceptance of these acts. This action by Massasoit was perhaps our biggest mistake. We, the Wampanoag, welcomed you, the white man, with open arms, little knowing that it was the beginning of the end; that before 50 years were to pass, the Wampanoag would no longer be a free people.

What happened in those short 50 years? What has happened in the last 300 years? History gives us facts and there were atrocities; there were broken promises - and most of these centered around land ownership. Among ourselves we understood that there were boundaries, but never before had we had to deal with fences and stone walls. But the white man had a need to prove his worth by the amount of land that he owned. Only ten years later, when the Puritans came, they treated the Wampanoag with even less kindness in converting the souls of the so-called "savages." Although the Puritans were harsh to members of their own society, the Indian was pressed between stone slabs and hanged as quickly as any other "witch."

And so down through the years there is record after record of Indian lands taken and, in token, reservations set up for him upon which to live. The Indian, having been stripped of his power, could only stand by and watch while the white man took his land and used it for his personal gain. This the Indian could not understand; for to him, land was survival, to farm, to hunt, to be enjoyed. It was not to be abused. We see incident after incident, where the white man sought to tame the "savage" and convert him to the Christian ways of life. The early Pilgrim settlers led the Indian to believe that if he did not behave, they would dig up the ground and unleash the great epidemic again.

The white man used the Indian's nautical skills and abilities. They let him be only a seaman -- but never a captain. Time and time again, in the white man's society, we Indians have been termed "low man on the totem pole."

Has the Wampanoag really disappeared? There is still an aura of mystery. We know there was an epidemic that took many Indian lives - some Wampanoags moved west and joined the Cherokee and Cheyenne. They were forced to move. Some even went north to Canada! Many Wampanoag put aside their Indian heritage and accepted the white man's way for their own survival. There are some Wampanoag who do not wish it known they are Indian for social or economic reasons.

What happened to those Wampanoags who chose to remain and live among the early settlers? What kind of existence did they live as "civilized" people? True, living was not as complex as life today, but they dealt with the confusion and the change. Honesty, trust, concern, pride, and politics wove themselves in and out of their [the Wampanoags'] daily living. Hence, he was termed crafty, cunning, rapacious, and dirty.

History wants us to believe that the Indian was a savage, illiterate, uncivilized animal. A history that was written by an organized, disciplined people, to expose us as an unorganized and undisciplined entity. Two distinctly different cultures met. One thought they must control life; the other believed life was to be enjoyed, because nature decreed it. Let us remember, the Indian is and was just as human as the white man. The Indian feels pain, gets hurt, and becomes defensive, has dreams, bears tragedy and failure, suffers from loneliness, needs to cry as well as laugh. He, too, is often misunderstood.

The white man in the presence of the Indian is still mystified by his uncanny ability to make him feel uncomfortable. This may be the image the white man has created of the Indian; his "savageness" has boomeranged and isn't a mystery; it is fear; fear of the Indian's temperament!

High on a hill, overlooking the famed Plymouth Rock, stands the statue of our great Sachem, Massasoit. Massasoit has stood there many years in silence. We the descendants of this great Sachem have been a silent people. The necessity of making a living in this materialistic society of the white man caused us to be silent. Today, I and many of my people are choosing to face the truth. We ARE Indians!

Although time has drained our culture, and our language is almost extinct, we the Wampanoags still walk the lands of Massachusetts. We may be fragmented, we may be confused. Many years have passed since we have been a people together. Our lands were invaded. We fought as hard to keep our land as you the whites did to take our land away from us. We were conquered, we became the American prisoners of war in many cases, and wards of the United States Government, until only recently.

Our spirit refuses to die. Yesterday we walked the woodland paths and sandy trails. Today we must walk the macadam highways and roads. We are uniting We're standing not in our wigwams but in your concrete tent. We stand tall and proud, and before too many moons pass we'll right the wrongs we have allowed to happen to us.

We forfeited our country. Our lands have fallen into the hands of the aggressor. We have allowed the white man to keep us on our knees. What has happened cannot be changed, but today we must work towards a more humane America, a more Indian America, where men and nature once again are important; where the Indian values of honor, truth, and brotherhood prevail.

You the white man are celebrating an anniversary. We the Wampanoags will help you celebrate in the concept of a beginning. It was the beginning of a new life for the Pilgrims. Now, 350 years later it is a beginning of a new determination for the original American: the American Indian.

There are some factors concerning the Wampanoags and other Indians across this vast nation. We now have 350 years of experience living amongst the white man. We can now speak his language. We can now think as a white man thinks. We can now compete with him for the top jobs. We're being heard; we are now being listened to. The important point is that along with these necessities of everyday living, we still have the spirit, we still have the unique culture, we still have the will and, most important of all, the determination to remain as Indians. We are determined, and our presence here this evening is living testimony that this is only the beginning of the American Indian, particularly the Wampanoag, to regain the position in this country that is rightfully ours.

"Ponder that"

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Ah Pook the Destroyer

When I become Death, Death is the seed from which I grow…

Itzamna, spirit of early mist and showers. Ixtab, goddess of ropes and snares. Ix Chel, the spider web, catcher of morning dew. Zooheekock, virgin fire patroness of infants. Odziz, the master of cold. Kukupuket, who works in fire. Ixtabdoom, she who spits out precious stones. Ixchunchan, the dangerous one. Ah Pook, the destroyer.

Hiroshima, 1945, August 6, sixteen minutes past 8 AM.

Who really gave that order?  Control -the ugly American, the Instrument of Control.

If Control’s control is absolute, why does Control need to control? Control… needs time.

Is Control controlled by its need to control? Yes.

Why does Control need humans, as you call them? Wait… wait! Time, a landing field.

Death needs time like a junkie needs junk.

And what does Death need time for? The answer is sooo simple. Death needs time for what it kills to grow in, for Ah Pook’s sake. Death needs time for what it kills to grow in, for Ah Pook’s sweet sake, you stupid vulgar greedy ugly American death-sucker.

Death needs time for what it kills to grow in, for Ah Pook’s sweet sake, you stupid vulgar greedy ugly American death-sucker… Like this.

We have a new type of rule now. Not one man rule, or rule of aristocracy, or plutocracy, but of small groups elevated to positions of absolute power by random pressures and subject to political and economic factors that leave little room for decision. They are representatives of abstract forces who’ve reached power through surrender of self. The iron-willed dictator is a thing of the past. There will be no more Stalins, no more Hitlers. The rulers of this most insecure of all worlds are rulers by accident inept, frightened pilots at the controls of a vast machine they cannot understand, calling in experts to tell them which buttons to push.

This line, taken from 'No More Stalins, No More Hitlers' on Dead City Radio, is Burroughs at his prophetical best.

"...the rulers of this most insecure of all worlds are rulers by accident. Inept, frightened pilots at the controls of a vast machine they cannot understand, calling in experts to tell them which buttons to push..."

Folks the message here is simple I think. Death and control need time.  When bombs are continually used as an instrument of death, and War has continously destroyed the Earth, then Ah Pook descends to our planet, thus consuming it with death.  Ah Pook descends into the dark hole (inner eden, inner peace), he begins absorbing the rain waters and begins to sprout life all about his rootlike self, but before life can take root, he kills himself.

"Our death is inevitable because there’s nothing else for us to destroy."

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I just watched Michael Jackson's - This is It. I'm sure, like others who just saw the movie, went home and listened to more of Michael's music. To be honest, I was never a fan of Michael Jackson, although I liked a few of his songs, I really didn't give much thought to any of his other music, let alone his lyrics.

Well I ran across this song, and for whatever reason, it seemed to resonate to me. I'd heard the song before, but never really listened. The message is clear.

I can relate to the lines, "I'm tired of being a victim of hate" and "...I'm tired of being a victim of shame." Not only did I have to take this from the outside world, but sadly enough, I had to deal with in from within my own family.

We all say we want change. The Christians are waiting for their messiah to save them. And when messengers offer you avenues of change, they are rejected, and condemned, and then history repeats.... Sound familiar?

Michael was another messenger nailed to a cross.

This song and the message behind it resonates so well with me.

Skin head, dead head

Everybody gone bad

Situation, aggravation

Everybody allegation

In the suite, on the news

Everybody dog food

Bang bang, shot dead

Everybody's gone mad

All I wanna say is that

They don't really care about us

All I wanna say is that

They don't really care about us

Beat me, hate me

You can never break me

Will me, thrill me

You can never kill me

Jew me, Sue me

Everybody do me

Kick me, Kike me

Don't you black or white me

All I wanna say is that

They don't really care about us

All I wanna say is that

They don't really care about us

Tell me what has become of my life

I have a wife and two children who love me

I am the victim of police brutality, now

I'm tired of bein' the victim of hate

You're rapin' me of my pride

Oh, for God's sake

I look to heaven to fulfill its prophecy...

Set me free

Skin head, dead head

Everybody gone bad

trepidation, speculation

Everybody allegation

In the suite, on the news

Everybody dog food

black man, black mail

Throw your brother in jail

All I wanna say is that

They don't really care about us

All I wanna say is that

They don't really care about us

Tell me what has become of my rights
Am I invisible because you ignore me?
Your proclamation promised me free liberty, now

I'm tired of bein' the victim of shame

They're throwing me in a class with a bad name

I can't believe this is the land from which I came

You know I do really hate to say it

The government don't wanna see

But if Roosevelt was livin'

He wouldn't let this be, no, no

Skin head, dead head

Everybody gone bad

Situation, speculation

Everybody litigation

Beat me, bash me

You can never trash me

Hit me, kick me

You can never get me

All I wanna say is that

They don't really care about us

All I wanna say is that

They don't really care about us

Some things in life they just don't wanna see

But if Martin Luther was livin'

He wouldn't let this be

Skin head, dead head

Everybody gone bad

Situation, segregation

Everybody allegation

In the suite, on the news

Everybody dog food

Kick me, Kike me

Don't you wrong or right me

All I wanna say is that

They don't really care about us

All I wanna say is that

They don't really care about us

All I wanna say is that

They don't really care about us

All I wanna say is that

They don't really care about us

All I wanna say is that

They don't really care about us

All I wanna say is that

They don't really care about us

La Danta Pyramid, Mirador, Guatemala

What an amazing and very significant discovery! This one dates to two to three centuries before the common era. Interestingly enough, "renegade" writers decades ago reported on the thousands of pyramids and city ruins all over Central and South America. They were labeled as "crackpots" by mainstream scholars and scientists.

The largest pyramid, La Danta, exceeds even the pyramids of Egypt in volume, Hansen says. A climb to the top of the mountainlike edifice, offers views of unbroken jungle canopy gently rising over the peaks of pyramids in other Maya cities.

The Maya here were gifted engineers and artists. Along the canals where rainwater collected — the only source of water in a region without lakes or streams — intricate reliefs demonstrate the culture's dedication to public art even on utilitarian structures. The Maya here also left behind freestanding carved reliefs honoring dynastic leaders, and a thousand years later, codex-style ceramics.

While the monumental structures bear the glyphs and insignias of kings and deities, they also reveal the traces of the daily lives of common people. Archeologists are excavating neighborhoods where families lived for centuries, and often built new houses on top of the old, until the city's final abandonment around A.D. 900.

Archaeologists for decades have been trying to piece together how and why the Maya collapsed. El Mirador's contribution to the debate is that it pushes back the origin of the Maya several hundred years before what had once been assumed to be the society's peak. Now it's becoming clear that Maya civilization ebbed and flowed several times over more than 1,200 years.

El Mirador is about four miles south of the Mexican border in Guatemala's Maya Biosphere Reserve, home to thousands of animal species, including jaguars, tapirs and the scarlet macaw. The reserve was created in 1990 to protect a vast — and shrinking — tropical forest ecosystem and more than a dozen ancient Maya cities shrouded within.

I'm very much interested in the findings of the Popo Vuh, or Popol Vuh, literally the "Book of the Community." The word popol is Maya and means "together," "reunion," or "common house." Popol na is the "house of the community where they assemble to discuss things of the republic," says the Diccionario de Motul. Pop is a Quiché verb which means "to gather," "to join," "to crowd," according to Ximénez; and popol is a thing belonging to the municipal council, "communal," or "national."

For this reason Ximénez interprets Popol Vuh as Book of the Community or of the Council. Vuh or uúh is "book," "paper," or "rag" and is derived from the Maya búun or úun, which means at the same time both paper and book, and finally the tree, the bark of which was used in making paper in ancient times, and which the Nahua call amatl, commonly known in Guatemala as amatle (Ficus cotinifolia). Note that in many words the n from the Maya is changed to j or h in Quiché. Na, "house" in Maya, is changed to ha, or ja; húun or úun, "book" in Maya, becomes vuh or úuh in Quiché.

The discovery of the Popol Vuh is significant because it will not be tainted by the Catholic dogma brought in by the Spanish. Again, an earlier generation had dismissed all notions of a New World civilization thriving much earlier than the "time of Christ," as they tended to frame practically everything.

"The most marvelous ancient city every discovered in the world as we know it."

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Palenque Ruins

In the early 80's my father decided to take my brothers and I to Mexico, in an attempt to give us an understanding of who were were, and where we came from. 

An understanding that I have come to embrace today.

It was a three month journey via an old gutted out milk truck. It was filled with a variety of people from our Tutor Rebecca, her son Gregorio, her daughter Pilar, to our tour guide and bestfriend of my father, Maestro, along with myself, my older brother Vince, and my younger brother Daniel. I was about 12 or 13. 

I was too young to appreciate this journey.  We drove all up and down South America from Mexico City to Guatemala. We were fortunate to visit the sacred Mayan Pyramids of Palenque. We walked up the pyramid of King Pacal, and then descended into it.

Back then, we did not have a guide to explain any of the glyphs we were viewing on the walls. There is a theory on a possibility of the Mayans being an advanced extraterestrial civilization that may have left the planet. The theory is reached because the the glyphs uncovered represent the Maya having capabilities to fly some type of rocket, which lends itself to their whole understanding of being one with the Universe, it's in all their writings., and is a theory which is embraced today by top scientist.

The site located now in what is known as the Chiapas State, near the town of Palenque. The city, dating from the classic period (ad 300–900) of the Maya civilization, was buried in a dense tropical forest. The ruins consist of basal platforms supporting pyramids of cut stone, surmounted by stone temples with mansard roofs. Most of the buildings are one story high. Walls have relief figures and hieroglyphic inscriptions, which relate events in royal history. The principal structure, known as the Palace of Inscription, 69.5 m (228 ft) long, stands on a truncated pyramid. An arched bridge and a subterranean waterway is still in place. I remember my father being extremely interested in the ancient plumbing. Today we understand the importance of this. We have always been taught, and portrayed in movies as a primative people, but in actuality the Maya civilization was so far advanced, that this supports the theory of the possibility of advanced knowledge from ET's.

The Maya worshipped several gods/kings, so therefore they broke off and had several tribes/cities. This is why the Spaniards could not conquer the Mayans, they were scattered about that it be very difficult to overtake them. The Aztecs worshipped 1 god, so therefore they all lived within one large city, making it easier to conquer.

Palenque is a ruin city that is part of the Maya civilization that dates back to 100 BC to its fall around 800 AD. It is located on the western edge of the Maya empire near the present-day city of Chiapas, Mexico. The ruins left behind are very well preserved and maintained by local people as well as anthropologists. This remains one of the most popular sites in the world, as people start to understand the importance of the Maya. The ruins can be found throughout a thick forest of mahogany, cedar and sapodilla trees, which in turn has kept the ruins hidden for many years until it was discovered by the Spaniards in the mid to late eighteenth century. In early morning hours the ruins are often covered in a blanket of fog. The fog, combined with the sun and trees produces one of the most aesthetically grand ruins ever visited.

The Ancient Maya people that lived in Palenque had a refined system of writing. They had an extensive written language which was both phonetic and ideographic. Maya words were written in hieroglyphs with each picture having its own meaning. Unlike other ancient central American civilizations, the Maya could write in words, sentences, and even stories. Arranging several pictures together in a logical form would create a story. The Maya covered their cities and buildings with hieroglyphs carved into stone. Most of the Maya could read some hieroglyphs, but the priests and nobles were the only people who actually had knowledge of the entire language. They would use quills made of turkey feathers to write in books made of soft bark taken from a type of fig tree.

Religion was the center of the Maya life. The Maya believed that there were two levels of the world, the first level was the physical world and the second was the spiritual world consisting of dead ancestors, gods, and other supernatural creatures. The Maya kings and spiritual leaders would tell the lower levels of the society what would please the Gods. The Gods were modeled after animals for sacrificial purposes and religious ceremonies. They had an understanding of astronomy, engineering, and mathematics.

Although the sight of Palenque originated at about 100 BC, it did not become a major population with importance in the Maya culture until 600 AD. At this time their greatest ruler, Pacal, assumed power. Pacal took power in 603 AD and ruled for 68 years. During his rule, he emphasized the construction grand buildings to reflect his power. One of his great structures was the Palace. The Palace was made with mansard-type roofs and the walls were covered with priceless stucco carvings of rulers, gods, and ceremonies that have taken place. On the inside of the palace were a plethora of rooms with interior courts that overlooked a four-story square tower that may have served as both lookout and observatory for the people of that time. Underneath the palace and through a long, corbel-vaulted tunnel, a stream ran through carrying a constant supply of running water. Flowing water through a monumental structure like that was a feat of engineering genius. Some say the Palace may not have been lived in because of the cold dampness of the rooms and no sign of people living there.

Another structure Pacal had built would end up being his eternal resting place, the Pyramid of Inscriptions. In this Pyramid he was buried at the age of 80 year old upon the end of his 68-year reign. The importance of this burial site is that it is the most extraordinary feature of Palenque with a tomb that held the sarcophagus of Pacal, an unusually tall ruler. Within this sarcophagus was the richest offering of jade ever seen in a Maya tomb. Placed over his face, a mask fitted with jade mosaic and a suit of priceless jade adorned his body. Each piece of hand- carved jade was threaded together with gold wire.

The Maya were an incredible civilization and nobody knows exactly why the empire fell. Some people believe it was from disease, famine, or civil war. Some believe they left the planet in rockets. Someday we may know more of the secrets of the Maya people with the new discovery of the La Danta Pyramid at Mirador, Guatemala where the Popol Vuh has been oncovered. There is something very much important with the South American people, they all knew that we were one with the Universe, and one with all and living In Lak'ech.

I called my father the other night and we both discussed watching the History channel and viewing the segment on Ancient Civilizations, where did talked about these very Pyramids of Palenque, and how difficult it is today to view these ruins, as we did years prior.  I am very fortunate, and priviledged to be able to have visited this site, once in my lifetime.

Not only did I get a chance to visit this most spectacular site, but I was able to see where I came from, , and then I was able to come to an understanding of who I am today, something not many people are fortunate to declare.

It reminds me of a post by [source - Wave 11:11 blog].

Throughout our childhoods we are taught so many things, and yet we are never taught who we really are we are not told anything about our real self. Without this knowledge how can you understand anything about your true self? We are taught how to function outwardly, but not told who we are inwardly, and no one explains it to us.

I will always be grateful to my father for allowing me the opportunity to learn and understand where I came from. Through this experience I am able to understand that I am connected to all, and all is connected to me, and that we are one with the Universe.

I will be forever grateful for the experiences in life which led up to the trip to Mexico. Had it not been for my mother leaving my father we would have never gone on this exploration.

I was there, I touched the weathered stone walls with my hands, I climbed the steep narrow stairs to the top, I descended to the tomb itself.

Through this experience I have come to understand who I am, where I came from. For this, I thank you Dad.

In Lak'ech!

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Journey to Oz

On my way to the kitchen, I noticed my roommate was watching 'the Wizard of Oz'. It reminded me of an a story an acquaintance told me about the true meaning of the child's story, "The Wizard of Oz."  - written by L. Frank Baum - I thought you might find it interesting as well.

Oz is a symbol for Ounces. The yellow brick road symbolizes bars of gold. The character known as the Straw Man represents the legal fictitious, ALL CAPS, a 'PERSON'. This is what the Federal U.S. Government creates with the same spelling as your birth name. [read about birth certificates]

The Strawman wanted a brain, which represents 'No Juristic Body of Person' -a legal fiction - a paper corporation has a brain because he/she has no breath of life.

So at the end, instead of a brain, he got a certificate: a Birth Certificate for a new legal creation. He was proud of his new legal status, plus all the other legalisms he was granted. Now he becomes the epitome of the brainless sack of straw who was given a certificate in place of a grain of common sense. [Ignorance and Knowledge]. 

The Tin man represents the Taxpayer --Taxpayer Identification Number (TIN). The poor TIN man just stood there mindlessly doing his work until his body literally froze up and stopped functioning. He worked himself to death because he had neither heart nor soul. He's the heartless and emotionless creature robotically carrying out his daily task as though he were already dead.
[The Waking Life].

He's the ox pulling the plow and the mule toiling under the yoke. These days, his task masters just oil him nightly with beer and sports, then place him in front of a hypnotic television until his very existence no longer has any meaning or value. The masters keep him(Tin man) cold on the outside and heartless on the inside in order to control any emotion or feeling that might arise.

The Cowardly Lion was always too frightened to stand up for himself. Of course, he was a bully and a big mouth when it came to picking on those smaller than he. You do understand that bullies are really the biggest cowards. They act as though they have great courage, but, in reality, they do not. They roar, but with no teeth of authority to back them up.

When push came to shove, the Cowardly Lion always buckled under and whimpered when anyone of any size or stature challenged him. He wanted courage from the Grand Wizard, so he was awarded a medal of "official" recognition. The Lion remained a coward, but with officially recognized authority that allowed him to be a bully (He's like the Justices who hide behind the 'Supreme' Courts - et al ad infinitum).

Then there was the trip through the field of poppies, where they fell asleep, except for the Straw Man (no brain) or the Tin Man (no heart or soul), they were not affected because they were not real people so the drugs could not influence them. The Wizard of Oz was written at the turn of the century, where did they get the knowledge that America was going to be drugged? The Crown has been playing the drug cartel game for centuries. [Hong Kong Opium Wars]. The Crown already had valuable experience conquering all of China with drugs, so why not the rest of the world.

The Emerald City representative of the Federal Reserve System. So this is one perception. It was Toto, the cute (or not, depending on your perspective) and somewhat annoying little dog. Toto in latin means, "in total, all together; in toto. The Witch which represents the bankers, wants TOTO...the bankers want EVERYTHING.

Notice how Toto was not scared of the Wizard's theatrics, yet he was so small in size, compared to the Wizard, that no one seemed to notice him. The smoke, flames and holographic images of the Wizard were designed to frighten people into doing as the Wizard commanded. The symbolism here is interesting, whereas little Toto just walked right up without fear and looked behind 'the curtain' (the COURT, the VEIL, the ILLUSION), and saw it was a scam, and started barking until others paid attention to him and came to see who was behind the curtain. Just an ORDINARY PERSON controlling the levers that created the Illusion of the Great Wizard's power and authority. When Toto pulled back the curtain and completely exposed him, the charade was at an end. (The veil hiding the corporate legal fiction and its false courts was removed.) The Wizard's game was up. He was exposed as a con-man. A FRAUD.

We can see, in this tale, just how loud the bark from a little dog can be. Sometimes I feel like I am the only dog out there barking. Most of us remain silent and wait for our legal master to provide whatever food and recognition necessary.

The Flying Monkey represents the Bar Association Attorneys who attack and control the little people for the Great Crown Wizard, the powerful and grand Bankers of Oz (Gold). The evil Witch was destroyed by simply pure water (aqua, cleansing, energy, LIQUIDATION).

At the end Dorothy is told that all she had to do was click her heels three times, so she always had the power. This is telling us that we ALL have the power, all along.

All it took to expose the Wizard was a brain, a heart and a soul --- and a 'little' COURAGE. Perhaps the most important lesson is that we must learn HOW to WORK TOGETHER. Only "in TOTO," WORKING TOGETHER as ONE Body (brain, heart, soul, courage) can we have the Liberty given to us.

There was never a reference to Dorothy's mother or father.... i.e. no sense of who she was or her heritage. In this case, Dorothy's legal guardian was obscurely named Aunt "Em" or "M" for money. That means that money was her "legal tender."

Even James Bond has to answer to "M." And, who is "M's" secret-ary? Miss Moneypenny. And speaking of money, "tin" was a term for valueless coins back in the day. So, "Tinman" had more than one meaning as the value of our money was degenerating once the Fed came along and produced coins with little or no gold or silver in them and nothing with "witch" to back them.

Let's also not forget that the Wicked Witch of the "West" represented the bankers of the New World (America) who would control its resources and people legally (flying monkeys) and psychotropically (poppies). Dorothy's house (equity) landed upon and killed the Witch of the "East," representing a divorce from the Queen (banker). That is why the "little people" began singing Dorothy's praises when she accidentally killed one of the "banking" witches.

Though, to her benefit, what often protected Dorothy throughout her journey was the ruby slippers, which were previously in the possession of the late Witch of the East. In Baum's original story written at the turn of the century, Dorothy's shoes were silver. In other words, she was backed by silver and, therefore, protected against anything that might come her way. The shoes always kept their value and strength even against a scary new banker (or witch in this case). Interestingly, the movie was made just shortly after the Great Depression, which included the government's vicious "gold heist" on behalf of the bankers and wall street.

Further, what was it that awakened the "organics" (Dorothy, the Lion and Toto) in the poppy field? Glenda, the (supposed) good witch covered them in snow. It was cocaine (actually a legal stimulant at the time, and was use in Coca Cola, of course), which worked against the effects of the poppy-based opium. Therefore, Glenda is also a ruse of so-called benevolence.

And, notice at the end of the film, this "good" witch knew the secret that would get Dorothy home all along, but didn't tell her right away. What a bitch! Or perhaps this was Glenda's way of having Dorothy learn her own lesson. But, as stated previously, the prizes given by the newly humbled wizard were themselves ruses... ersatz representative of cures and freedoms. So, this journey, or lesson, was ultimately futile.

At the end, the wizard, once he is forced to admit his trickery and subsequently provides his empty gifts, he is not even "charged" by "the people" of the land. He is forgiven and let go to fly away (escape) in a balloon of all things. My guess is that, no matter how often "we the people" maintain vigilance to uproot these banking night crawlers, the message here is that, because of our naiveté, one of them always gets away to start the vicious financial cycle all over again in some New World.

At the end, Dorothy discovers that it was all a dream, "witch" means that whatever lesson she learned she did so while asleep.

I saved the best for last. This may be difficult even for those who already acknowledge the financial subtext of the story to digest. Most are probably familiar with this theory. "Hollywood" was created and commissioned by the Illuminati for the purposes of social engineering and mass thought control. Disney as well. Knowing this, I think the look and effect that the filmmakers chose for the wizard to use in order to intimidate and scare "the people" into submission was, in fact, quite...REPTILIAN.

There you go. What do you think?

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