I've always struggled with Manly P. Hall's work in the past. Maybe it's because he's a 33 degree mason or the audio presentations of him on Youtube, which are Quite formal lectures and delivered in Quite a terse manner.
On this occasion though my esoteric and historical knowledge was sufficient to open up this book and turn pages that bloomed. The first hurdle I overcame was it finally sunk in that the Masonic influence of the founding fathers was from a time when senior masons were related to the mystery schools, or the holders of knowledge for a future time.
These days senior Masons are usually cops or judges giving light sentences to Rotherham and Telford grooming rape-gangs, thereby demonstrating that their infiltration by the Illuminati, as warned by George Washington to William Russell really is complete.
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Anyone with any familiarity of my big gob will know that I've been one of the loudest critics of the Pentagon, and US empire over the last couple of decades. It's so easy to see what the objectives are, and how easily the sheep are herded into pens of bleating unison, where Middle Eastern politics and conflict is portrayed as super complex when the reality is it's super simple and having a backbone is the key problem.
Nevertheless, even in my loudest social media days, I always knew that if America fails, we will all fall, and this book is pretty much about that destiny.
Years ago, I naively ripped former Defence Intelligence Director General Flynn apart in an interview with Mehdi Hasan. In recent years I've been aware of his belief in American Exceptionalism. Well I know I got that wrong, and updated my words on the subject, but Flynn, Trump, Q et al are (imo) right.
The exceptionalism is that without the success of the American project, the world will fall to one or two power-axis players that have a longer history of subjugating their own people, so why would that change if they became the preeminent power?
China for example has a weekly holocaust going on in Xinjiang against the Uighur. The wives are raped in jails, injected with mind bending chemicals and subjected to any number of humiliations and torture, for being Muslims instead of obedient Han Chinese. We don't know so much about this genocide, because Zionist Jews dominate Hollywood, and the news landscape.
There is only one eternal victim in that stale and obnoxious narrative.
America is in a perilous state at the moment. The Democratic party have stolen the election from Trump, and everyone knows it. The only one with any ideas was packing out stadium after stadium after stadium on a daily basis (sometimes as much as five Stadia a day) and his opponent could barely rustle up 50 people at a rally. The fake president is now doing presentations from his home in Delaware with Green Screens implying he's in the Whitehouse.
There's so much fucked up noise in the background, I can't be energised to list all the warning signals but you might want to ask why Biden hasn't flown on Airforce One yet.
I'm not close enough to have a insight on what is really going on, but by going back to the old books such as The Secret Destiny of America, and armed with the knowledge that Q shared with us, I'm confident we're in for a tumultuous time that will end in vindication.
That's not a popular view in mainstream media circles but scratch at the surface and there are people much closer to the real story who believe as I do.
My daughter asked me to watch Sex Education and the Grandad-Napper™ in me was immediately dismissive (defensive?), also more entrenched when I found it was a Netflix production.
Anyway, you too might be familiar with negotiating with your progeny, so I accepted the challenge and watched the first series...
Most unexpectedly on the first episode, I had my first belly-laugh since the Luckdown™.
I laughed my ass off, when a courgette was used as an educational prop, in so much as the ubiquitous meme asks us, 'tell me where on this courgette, the internet hurt you?'.
When my daughter asked me how it was going with Sex Education, I explained the belly laugh reaction, and she responded, I was making her cringe.
Even though we both knew it wasn't my suggestion....
I noticed a film technique, that I'd never previously seen in Sex Education.
The series is set primarily in a faux (?) US late-eighties, early 90s; high school location.
All the actors (most of whom are quite brilliant) have an English accent.
There are time and location-shifts.
For example, when two friends occupy different decades in terms of their bicycle head-protection or another cheeky contrast was to have both actors SMS texting when the year is self evidently wrong.
Let's leave that there.
In filmic terms Sex Education is quite tastefully done, though not always agreeable.
I love the Time Lord aspect of it. It has been done before, but never on this granular level to my understanding.
There are some very special actors and I'm going to try and download the second series.
For a long time one of my all-time favourite movies was Apocalypse Now. It still is but, y'know, things move on and change.
It was no surprise to discover that at some point I'd randomly downloaded a documentary of the making of the film.
What I didn't anticipate was the documentary coming to life without my assistance while working on a computer, and discovering it was so compelling that I had to stop my tasks, watch it properly and then watch it again.
There's a few books that are just overrated flim-flam and have a suspicious smell of agenda more than talent. Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad is one, The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald is another, and so is Moby Dick by Herman Melville, although that particular book didn't take off till after his death.
Don't mistake me. All three books have magnificent flourishes of writing but just don't stand up all the way through, and dozy academics can't even call it out, as I noticed on an 'In Our Time's recent episode'.
In a way Coppola is grappling with this weak story ending, and tries to fill the gap with a very bloated, uncooperative and superficial Marlon Brando.
What is exceptional is watching the making of the movie unfold and learning for the first time that Francis Ford Coppola (It's always a triple whammy when it comes to triplet names if we're paying attention) funded the movie himself before Vietnam movies became a thing in the eighties and early nineties, and it was acceptable to portray a soon to be 'defeated' Pentagon.
Coppola starts off this documentary with a fine set of man boobs and a pasta-gut that wouldn't look out of place on a man 20 years older. However, when the shit hits the fan he starts losing kilos at a time, and by the end is a slender motherfucker at the screening.
He did go through hell, but also had the balls for it.
I really fell in love with Francis in this documentary, as I have with his daughter's work in recent years. He has that Italian American body language that my political mentor had back in the day, and I wish I could have observed this before he passed on, his wife too only weeks ago.
Oh well, Joe and Kathy are reunited again and they're still in my thoughts. You were both great with me and it was a privilege to know you both.
One thing I never talked about with Joe was that his wife's first lover died in Vietnam. I never shared it with her husband but it was a vista of life I'd only ever known previously, on film.... such as Apocalypse Now.
Is it just me, or do other people feel they are experiencing a higher fidelity when looking at processed vintage footage?
The immediate recording above is New Order, 27th June, 1984. My gorgeous mother bought me a ticket for my 17th birthday present. It was my first live performance.
I'll never forget the audience baying for 'Warsaw' as an encore.
These experiences [for me], are almost as enriching as listening or viewing the recordings, many decades later?
I have shared this information before. [I claim] it's worthy of analysis, particularly because what's around the corner.
Last year I listened to a story about the most decorated man in WWII, who went on to star in his own film about his life in the military.
By coincidence the topic emerged again, and then last week I popped in to unsocially-distance a friend, and the movie was just starting on the television of the person who had told me the story in the first place.
We watched it together, and although war is not a genre I particularly care for, or enjoy, I got to the end and by then I was marvelling how this little guy (5 foot 5) went from ceaseless war-front bravery to being good enough to act as himself on the big screen.
Well actually some people know that, but even then, most are completely incapable of processing and synthesising the information into other topics such as the Shoah religion or the genocide of a million plus Germans after the war in real prisoner death camps not the work camps (Arbeitslager) that came complete with swimming pools, brothels, theatres and orchestras, but no indoctrination as we can see in any Hollywood movie or Television production.
All sides of the war would never be able to recruit soldiers if the troops knew what we now know. That's why war on a large scale is a discredited rationale for most young people, and many older ones too.
For some years , despite being a huge critic of the Pentagonal Satanic forces, I know most men sacrificed their lives ignorant of the important information and thus are truly courageous even if their efforts were misdirected.
They couldn't get away with it today, but they certainly have pulled the wool over the sheep's eyes on a Scamdemic that could still get much nastier in the future.
This would discredit those who have all the documentation that it was planned in advance.
It does smell more akin to a bioweapon than just the flu right?
This post isn't my usual blogging fare but I am fascinated with online super-niche questions and then getting some feedback in Google Analytics.
The short answer is yes it does freeze but the thawing process separates any oils or liquids and so the taramasalata or roe pate as our U.S. friends call it requires mixing up again or even better re-blending, if one were to have a dinner party for example.
I probably wouldn't try to freeze taramasalata again and recommend buying it fresh and eating as soon as possible.
I was enjoying the expected tension of a woman's car breaking down and her wealthy massage client insisting she stay for dinner with the kind of people who are so impoverished that they only know how to compare their net worth.
All this while boasting of their exploits living in a world of extraordinary wealth compared to the ordinary hard working families that prop up much of the rich.
There's an interesting philosophical morality question that flips the script at the end of this terrific movie, and though it didn't catch me by surprise, it did offer a shockingly stark contrast to the gentle Reiki healer, spiritual female and woman who only gives her energy to relieve the pain of others.
I like to point out from time to time that wealth creation is a key driver of human development and I'm fully in favour of that. However, there's a lot of creepy parasites at the top who only know that he who dies with the most toys, wins.
There's some comfort to be had when a track hits the spot of the Mindwipes™ who believe (they don't appear to be thinking) the pandemic, by any measure, is real.
Caveat: I suspect that a 2nd wave of whatever bioweapon is at play will be much more serious thus discrediting those of us who know that people are not falling dead in the streets as a real pandemic would indicate.