We need a new story and Charles Eisenstein is doing that outside of the mainstream corporate controlled media over coffee. I urge you to watch this six part relaxed chat on Youtube for its wisdom and conviction that a new story is emerging and the old one is dying off. I'm completely in agreement with him.
UPDATE: Charles Eisenstein has completely reversed from some of the positions he talked about on controlled and manipulated society. In the above video series. Only he knows why.
Sunday, 26 June 2011
James Horak - EMV (Electro Magnetic Vehicle) & Saturn
That non stop trance beat in the background has been bugging me for days and I just remembered exactly where I've heard parts of it before. Let's just say it was a domestic amateur production absent of emotion; theatrical or otherwise.
James Horak is a strange brew. On the one hand compelling testimony but on the other a sort of 'hang 'em from their heels' spirituality which is incongruous with his unified conciousness talk. His explanation of EBE's as extra biological entities is very much in line with Nigel Kerner's view and it's tempting to put them together though it could all go horribly wrong. I'll post about the SOHO images that now provoke the question 'are there spaceships going into and out of the sun?' because until I came across James' work it seemed pointless and fantastic.
James also maintains that the U.S government does its drug running through a ministry of televangelist Ken Copeland of Texas. It's worth mentioning because if Copeland (who looks like a demonic in studio make-up during his preaching when I check him out) is innocent, I imagine he would be trying to sue Mr Horak for defamation or slander or something. Maybe there's some truth there?
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Jimi Hendrix - If 6 Was 9
(Yeah)
(Sing a song, brother)
If the sun refused to shine,
I don't mind, I don't mind.
(Yeah)
If the mountains fell in the sea,
Let it be, it ain't me.
Got my own world to live through
And I ain't gonna copy you.
Now, if 6 turned up to be 9,
I don't mind, I don't mind.
If all the hippies cut off their hair,
I don't care, I don't care.
Did, 'cos I got my own world to live through
And I ain't gonna copy you.
White-collar conservatives flashing down the street
Pointing their plastic finger at me.
They're hoping soon my kind will drop and die,
But I'm gonna wave my freak flag high . . . HIGH!
Hah, hah
Falling mountains just don't fall on me
Point on mister Buisnessman,
You can't dress like me.
Nobody know what I'm talking about
I've got my own life to live
I'm the one that's gonna have to die
When it's time for me to die
So let me live my life the way I want to.
Yeah . . .
Sing on brother,
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