I like Michael Tsarion's work, he's an encyclopaedia on esoterica and lots more, though I think he'd be more persuasive if he took the piss a bit and threw some sardony into his rants. They can be a little didactic given I assume his listeners are reasonably well informed. Or put another way, if he wants to win new people over then charm is more effective than soliloquies of frustration. I understand the frustration of course. It's zombie land by and large.
What is interesting in this talk is the Nephilim narrative which he reframes into serpents and dragons. And it occurs to me that like children who can't process the salamander in the room, that maybe some uniform baby language would be useful to the uninitiated. Diapers for dummies. Training wheels on bicycles. Mittens sewn to elastic passed through the sleeves of a winter coat. That sort of thing.
If anyone has a good reason to plead grossly unfair exploitation and victimisation its Stewart Swerdlow. He's had a tough and exploited life. However he's extraordinarily well informed with a fascinating grasp of history and this video is as interesting as it gets. Stewart implores us to lose our propensity as a species (a hybrid one I might add) for victimhood. In many respects we're often guilty of that even if we're silent over our concerns or at least I sense people's stoicism as silent endurance of victimisation and I think that's sub standard use of free will. Particularly where there's an obligation to call out the bullshit as and when it is apparent.
Never the less do remind me never to make predictions - I sometimes get tempted. Stewart makes a few in this presentation and as it's a few years old they haven't all aged well though his dominant themes are robust. There are only a handful of people in the world who have the cojones to ignore the obvious ridicule that some specifics of this information inevitably attracts. I'm talking about the bloodline analsyis that the inmates were dutifully waving royal wedding flags to just recently. Just because those specifics seem impossible, it doesn't mean it isn't true. Possibilities for that kind of truth loop right back into that free will I touched on earlier. Bravery and courage are not popularity contests. It's not a real principle unless it costs.
If you have't picked a fight over what is unambiguously right with no discernible pay off recently, then there's a reason for that. Unless one break's their silence from time to time, there's very little cool analysis that looks favourable. People think silence goes unnoticed. In point of fact it's deafening.
That's right England. Cheer on the Royal Family now that the crocodile tears are out of the way. It feels like you were crying over lost tabloid headlines back in 1997 when she was murdered (do examine the MI5 defector video in that one).
Only 500 people from The Love Police are turning out to protest the royal ritual fest and if you see in the video below the far right thugs who want to confront those peaceful protesters it's not hard to see where royalist allegiance lies. I despise the English lack of backbone and double standards here. Emotional gluttons and pageant vultures irrespective of who the victims are. I saw it back in 1997 and I see it building up again.
There's a number of ways to write about this topic. The interview above is from 1994 (now removed so I've replaced it with a Peggy Kane but there's a torrent to the audio file here). It should be irrelevant yet I found some nuggets in it that refuse to leave me alone. In communication theory terms it would be interesting to highlight this, as one of the last interviews to ignore the internet. The interviewee is still using fax numbers and P.O. box numbers.
Politically it would be fun to talk about the Bush senior/Clinton years. Sociologically it's that Gen X crossover point when the peak of nihilist rejectionist values began to decline. Philosophically it's all of the above as you'd expect yet there's a quality of earnest dialectic intercourse seldom seen in this time. Historically, biologically, chemically and epistemologically are all dimensions I don't feel obliged to tease apart.
Yet submerged in this interview are a couple of thoughts that refuse to be ignored and furthermore the subterranean ones are both the most contemporaneous and as would be expected the most pressing. I need to remember that as above, so below is so much more than a maxim.
in any case I'm never happier than when reviewing the reptilian evidence. There's no need to edit. I just let it roll over like a tsunami of incalculable information. For the time being. Update: I had to replace the videos as they were taken down. However here's a new one I came across.
One interpretation of Rock 'n Roll is a loud in your face, unforgettable and counter cultural artform designed to upset all but the initiated. By that definition it's conceivably plausible that David Icke is the most Rock 'n Roll meme-huffer on the planet. An in-your-face cultural icon.
For a republican like myself, determined to sling the ancient and parasitical royal dynasties out on their ear, it seems a perfectly reasonable proposition that the Buckingham Saxe-Coburg-Gotha/Windsor royal plutocrats could well be, as David asserts, a shape shiftingreptilian bloodline. The blue blood description stretches back to a copper oxidising bloodline that isn't human unlike the red, iron oxidising bloodline of humans. Or is that just apocryphal? Go research it. However even the murder of Princess Diana failed to challenge the sycophantic British public's unswerving and undying(sic) loyalty. It's an island wide Stockholm syndrome to the neutral mind, and I'm dreading the upcoming royal wedding and state visit of Barack Obama to London. Why would the British people wallow in a nostalgia-pit of egregious inequality taxed at their own expense, while schools, hospitals and libraries are shut down? It's lascivious lizard love. Good interview by Russell Brand above with David Icke though.
Lions in the street and roaming Dogs in heat, rabid, foaming A beast caged in the heart of a city The body of his mother Rotting in the summer ground He fled the town
He went down South and crossed the border Left chaos and disorder Back there over his shoulder
One morning he awoke in a green hotel With a strange creature groaning beside him Sweat oozed from its shining skin is everybody in? is everybody in? is everybody in? the ceremony is about to begin
Wake up! You can't remember where it was Had this dream stopped?
The snake was pale gold Glazed and shrunken We were afraid to touch it The sheets were hot dead prisons And she was beside me Old, she's no, young Her dark red hair the white soft skin
Now, run to the mirror in the bathroom Look! shes coming in here I can't live thru each slow century of her moving I let my cheek slide down The cool smooth tile Feel the good cold stinging blood The smooth hissing snakes of rain . . .
Once I had, a little game I liked to crawl, back in my brain I think you know, the game I mean I mean the game, called 'go insane'
you should try, this little game Just close your eyes, forget your name Forget the world, forget the people And we'll erect, a different steeple
This little game, is fun to do Just close your eyes, no way to lose And I'm right there, I'm going too Release control, we're breaking thru
Way back deep into the brain Back where there's never any pain And the rain falls gently on the town And over the heads of all of us And in the labyrinth of streams Beneath, the quiet unearthly presence of gentle hill dwellers, in the gentle hills around Reptiles abounding Fossils, caves, cool air heights
Each house repeats a mold Windows rolled Beast car locked in against morning All now sleeping Rugs silent, mirrors vacant Dust Lying under the beds of lawful couples Wound in sheets And daughters, smug With semen eyes in their nipples
Wait There's been a slaughter here
(Don't stop to speak or look around Your gloves and fan are on the ground We're getting out of town We're going on the run And you're the one I want to come)
Not to touch the earth Not to see the sun Nothing left to do, but Run, run, run Let's run lets run
House upon the hill Moon is lying still Shadows of the trees Witnessing the wild breeze C'mon baby run with me Let's run
Run with me Run with me Run with me Let's run
The mansion is warm, at the top of the hill Rich are the rooms and the comforts there Red are the arms of luxuriant chairs And you won't know a thing till you get inside
Dead president's corpse in the driver's car The engine runs on glue and tar C'mon along, we're not going very far To the East to meet the Czar
run with me run with me run with me let's run
Some outlaws lived by the side of the lake The minister's daughter's in love with the snake Who lives in a well by the side of the road Wake up, girl! We're almost home
We should see the gates by mornin' We should be inside by evening,
sun sun sun burn burn burn burn, burn, burn, i will get you soon, soon, soon
i am the lizard king i can do anything
We came down The rivers and highways We came down from Forests and falls
We came down from Carson and Springfield We came down from Phoenix enthralled And I can tell you The names of the Kingdom I can tell you The things that you know Listening for a fistful of silence Climbing valleys into the shade
for seven years, i dwelt in the loose palace of exile playing strange games with the girls of the island now, i have come again to the land of the fair, and the strong, and the wise brothers and sisters of the pale forest children of night who among you will run with the hunt? now night arives with her purple legion Retire now to your tents and to your dreams Tomorrow we enter the town of my birth I want to be ready'
I recall reading somewhere that it's not what the story brings to you but what the reader brings to the story. It's an important point. There's no point listening to a story teller without being able to suspend disbelief and then, in this instance, only at the end can we make a judgement. One that like the Rubiks cube above I intend to feel my way through.
It seems to me that Credo Mutwa enjoys both being listened to and telling his story. I was delighted to hear an African telling this because it's the Dogon tribe who to my knowledge were the first to talk of an alien visitation to our planet many thousands of years ago. I loved listening to his story of our ability to communicate telepathically before the extra terrestrials taught us how to speak in order that we mine the monatomic gold they need. In the beginning was the word is an important sticking point to me from lots of different areas I'm researching. This includes from evolutionary biology to 3D metamorphic language transformation in the future.
But there's one point where I feel Credo Mutwa is being extraordinarily candid. Homosexuality in Africa is a life threatening persuasion. Africa is broadly speaking deeply homophobic and after his blood and semen extraction by aliens, followed by forced sex, his discovery that he had turned bisexual is both too odd an admission to make and one that is potential harmful to his well being. He reveals this both guardedly and with a soft of shame. It's a small point from the story, but one that is said in the same manner as the rest of his tale.
There's a few more hours to finish this interview by David Icke and I don't want to formulate any thoughts till the end but the simple fact that I'm continuing is in itself validation of the content so far. David is a fabulous interviewer simply by virtue of letting the man speak.
Of all the subjects that has people shaking their heads in absolute surety before heading back to the safety and reality of FOX news its the reptilian topic within the alien genre. There's an irony there in so much as the amygdala or reptile brain is very much part of human biology and neurology.
The amygdala is the fight or flight part of the brain that chooses not to weigh up all the evidence when quick decisions are needed, and so its unavoidably amusing that people running away from the subject are deploying the part of the brain that prevents most learning about reptilian brains.
Epistemologically it's like refusing to engage the cerebral cortex in order to study how the cerebral cortex came into being so rapidly. If one questions the veracity of evolutionary theory's punctuated equilibrium, it's an overnight appearance in terms of evolutionary time and like waking up one morning without a bicameral mind. But you wont even get that far if you've shut down the cerebrum faculties because the amygdala simply isn't up to the task. Good at erections and a rush of adrenaline if that's more your thing.
I was watching Arthur C Clarke earlier of 2001 Space Odyssey fame and wondering how an artist writer could also be so talented as to propose the invention of the earth shrinking satellite when I heard him repeat a line that if any description of the future isn't so fantastic it's unbelievable it's as likely to be not up to scratch, and I thought that an appropriate way to end this post.
While I think it's a sweet execution, isn't it just crypto neuro marketing? Or is it coincidental that this was one of the biggest spreadable media (viral) content successes of the internet? Here's an updated version.
I was having a brilliant lunch with Rob last week and I realised that just shooting the breeze with him is solid gold planning lessons that ordinairly he invoices interesting brands for. So if ever there is a good reason to get blogging and get involved in the conversation instead of just reading or lurking on blogs, here it is because I've gotten to know Rob and pester him for lunch through blogging. Though of course it's OK if you just like to observe.
Anyway I got talking about my experience on the success of a Coca-cola drink brand called Qoo across Asia some years back because I met the Japanese creatives at Hakuhodo in Tokyo who came up with the creative concept and discovered a secret. Qoo is an expression that the Japanese make when taking a cold drink on a hot day. The beverage was named Qoo and a brand cartoon character was developed to appeal to children.
I learned that, much like the dancing babies above, the Qoo character is largely a neurological hook; particularly for children. The cartoon character was designed sketched and refined 'on-the-fly' in focus groups with bits of paper going back and forth between the illustrator and the kids and it was seen that using traits such as a big head, baby eyes and a small body appealed to children most and there was no doubt at all which character made the kids most excited. The winning design formula had an unmistakably positive response to say the least.
This is why the product used to fly off the shelves in Asian markets. Strategically it's an RTD (ready to drink) low juice, sugared soda with a few vitamins added for marketing to mothers at a rational level, and the Qoo character for children at an emotionally responsive level. It was quite a learning experience discovering the design gestation process and seeing how well it performed with commercials as short as 15 seconds in the China market. I wrote about one execution I worked on in Hong Kong and Shanghai over here.
