Archive for April 2015

World Bank causes huge displacement across world

I quote from this YouTube video description on the true impact of the World Bank:

The World Bank has been found to have violated its own policies, on protecting the rights of indigenous peoples. The projects that the group has been funding for several years in some of the poorest places on Earth, have actually resulted in farmers and villagers losing their land and livelihoods.

End of quote.

The great sad fact is that most people of the world believe the rhetoric of the United Nations and of the World Bank itself. They have not studied history and think the memes promoted by the mainstream media carry truth.

The World Bank represents exactly the same interests that want to completely change the face of the world in their own interests and remove most of us from it. I have often commented on the role of those interests in destroying indigenous cultures globally and forcing them off the land in line with Agenda 21 (looked into that one, yet?) You only have to look at those who’ve headed the World Bank and check out their profiles to understand this.

So, for me, the report that led to this video is entirely to be expected. What upsets me is that most people of the world continue to think otherwise and then get shocked when the truth rolls out in their experience. But then most people still think politicians actually run things and think they are there to represent their interests. How much evidence do we need? A lot, it seems.

Pedophile “Lord Janner” and the Golden Brick Road of Hypocrisy

Another excellent piece on the Lord Greville Janner escape from prosecution by Gordon Duff.

The Irish Savant needs your help to understand Elie Wiesel’s book “Night”

Let me share with you his “confusion”:

I need your help again

Just like with the previous post I’m confused and in need of your help. Allow me to explain.
My confusion relates to the widely acclaimed, indeed legendary,  Death Camp testimony by Elie Wiesel called Night. And few writers have been the recipients of so much admiration – and money – as Elie. ‘Fearless’, ‘searing truth’, ‘unsparing’…how could any self-respecting student of the Holocau$t(the Word’s Greatest Tragedy) not read this canonical testament? But you see I kept putting it off. Not being a ghoul, how could I bear to read about:
Screaming babies hurled into gas chambers by Dr. Mengele himself
Fountains of blood exploding from the heaving mass of  decomposing bodies buried in mass graves
Prisoners forced to take acid baths 
Pumping prisoners full of water until they exploded. Christ, how lousy is that?
Injections directly into the brown eyes of untermencher to change them to a Teutonic blue
Camp Kommandant Laak tossing babies in the air and shooting them like clay pigeons while his cackling ten year-old daughter wildly applauds.  As only a Germans kid would.
And lots more.  So you can imagine my reluctant to subject myself to such horrors. I wouldn’t sleep for a week. But a guy’s gotta do what a guy’s gotta do.
So with trembling hands I took up ‘Night‘. And it was every bit as harrowing as I had feared. Mind you there were some puzzling aspects. For instance we learn that Elie was treated in the Auschwitz camp hospital (where incidentally he tells us the quality of food was good) after which the doctor recommended ‘a few days rest to recuperate’. And thus my first question. Was not Auschwitz a Death Camp, where mass extermination was the only game in town?  And in case you’re wondering, Elie was not some valuable specialist, merely a humble sorting clerk.
Then right at the end of the war we had more strange hospital goings-on.  The Auschwitz medicos were treating Elie’s dad in the Death Camp’s hospital (even at a time of horrendous German casualties) when word came down that the camp was to be evacuated.  Prisoners were given the choice: Undertake an arduous journey to a new Death Camp……or relax and wait for liberation at the hands of the Red Army  Seems like the ultimate no-brainer. But wait for this…Elie dragged his infirm father out of the hospital and the two of them headed off with the fiendish Germans!
Mind you the Germans were under strict instructions to bludgeon any stragglers to death. I’m sure there’s an explanation but, like, if they had given prisoners the option of remaining in Auschwitz why would they then want to kill stragglers?  Anyway, you’ll be glad to know that when they arrived at the new Death Camp they were all treated to a hot shower and a ‘cauldron of thick soup’. In due course this camp was also liberated, and “early the next day Jewish boys ran off to Wiemar to steal clothing and potatoes. And to rape German shiksas.”  Ah well, boys will be boys.  Meanwhile Elie went on to fame and – most definitely – fortune. It could be said he actually created a whole new industry which thrives to this day.
So this is where I need your help. How do we reconcile all of those horrendous Death Camp incidents mentioned at the beginning with Elie’s account of the incidents I referred to?  It’s not easily explained. I have to confess to an ignoble thought crossing my mind…was he lying? But then I reminded myself that he was, just like Henry Kissinger, Menachim Begin and indeed Barak Obama,  a Nobel Peace Prize laureate.  And could you imagine any of these guys lying?  So I quickly – and shamefully – dismissed that thought.
But that only brings me back to square one. I’m at a loss to explain this conundrum.
Are there any wise readers out there who can clear my mind?

End of his post.

I have shared my research on this previously in my post Is the Holocaust a Hoax?

I know It’s not politically correct, but I encourage you to watch this video of Auschwitz survivor interviews. Not quite the stories we usually hear.

If you can reconcile this with the mainstream meme, please get back to me.

Were Moses and Pharaoh Akhenaten one and the same person?

Kate Johnston has posted a great video blog discussing this very interesting and, in my view, carefully avoided subject.

Sigmund Freud seems to have been the first to begin to join the dots on this, but it was Ahmed Osman who really did the legwork.

Osman is another whose life path seems to have been mapped out to enable him to bring this understanding forth – and more besides.

Osman tells the story in this interview.

Have you had your radiation dose this week?

This article shares the elevated radiation levels occurring across the US.

According to this article, 50cpm is considered the alert level.

The readings shown are 3 to 14 times this alert level. I suspect the entire northern hemisphere is showing these kind of numbers and the southern hemisphere, with time, will begin to catch up. And the author ignores the effects of Fukushima. If my understandings are accurate, it will dwarf everything else within a few short years.

Did you get your share this week? Never mind. There’s always next week. If fluoridation hasn’t screwed your thyroid, this should probably do the trick.

The Religion With No Name

Every so often I look at the amazing work done by an individual to progress current human understanding, and it’s as if their entire life path unfolded to enable them to bring forth that particular insight. Brian C. Muraresku is one such individual. His study of Latin, Ancient Greek and Sanskrit (how many dead languages can one person carry around?), along with his fascination with ancient texts prepared him to bring forth a unique insight into the writings of Homer and the origins of Western society. I quote:

I will never forget the moment in sophomore year when the line between East and West began to blur, sparking a whole new appreciation for those often-overlooked ancestors who birthed our civilization into being. Up to that point, my afternoon seminar on Homer’s Odyssey seemed out of place for a day otherwise dedicated to obscure breathing exercises and reading about karma, reincarnation and the chakras. One fateful day, I had happened upon a passage from the 5th-century AD philosopher, Proclus, where he makes reference to a “secret doctrine” (αππορητον θεωρίαν) hidden away in the Iliad and Odyssey.7 I was mesmerized! What a crazy idea to associate with the foundation of all Western literature. Why, rather than speaking plainly, would our very first attempt at the written word transmit a covert agenda? And what on earth could that agenda possibly be? Bizarre as it sounds, Proclus was not alone in thinking a surface reading of Homer’s epics would completely miss the point. His tradition, Neoplatonism, arose in the 3rd century AD as an effort to preserve the purest teachings of the godfathers of Western thought, Pythagoras and Plato.8 One of the early stars of this school was Porphyry, who wrote a long and complicated commentary on just a few lines of Book 13 of the Odyssey that, at first glance, are very pretty but easily forgettable.

Classicists label this passage the “Cave of the Nymphs”. The wily hero, Odysseus, after a 10-year journey through a million obstacles in the wake of the Trojan War, is finally homebound to his native Ithaca. Just before his ship touches down on Greek soil, Homer pauses to describe the extraordinary harbor that will, at long last, welcome back its native son. It houses a sacred olive tree and a miraculous cavern populated by nymphs. The hero’s patron goddess, Athena, selects this cave as a hiding place for the gold and bronze valuables Odysseus has just inherited from the friendly Phaeacians, a mysterious but hospitable sea-faring people.9 In a blatant omission that has perplexed scholars for centuries, however, Homer never fully resolves the ultimate fate of this meticulously buried treasure. Mentioned just once more in passing, it seems like a rather superfluous detail, as does the cave itself…

…If Plato had written in Sanskrit instead of Greek, first off – the “secret doctrine” would be indistinguishable from esoteric Hindu or Buddhist scripture. And second, you would never guess this was the father of all Western thought talking…

…As it turns out, the Neoplatonists weren’t just making this stuff up. The idea of a non-physical world that creates and sustains the one we inhabit – accessible only by some kind of extrasensory power, some non-ordinary state of consciousness – was introduced to Western philosophy over 600 years before Plotinus’ Enneads by the godfather himself: Plato. My chance run-in with Neoplatonism had me totally reevaluating how it all began. Sure enough, scattered across a number of Plato’s 4th century BC masterpieces, the “secret doctrine” shines apparent for all to see…

…To awaken Plotinus’ “other sight” or Plato’s “eye of the soul” – our “exclusive means of beholding the ultimate truth” – all signs point to our hippy ancestors engaging the unrivaled technology of the natural kingdom. The psychoactive properties of the many plants and fungi at the Greeks’ disposal did not escape the obsession of these early scientists.29 While Hadot’s “privileged experience” can be cultivated in any number of ways, including meditation, the most reliably fast-acting across the ages has been through psychedelics (a beautiful Greek word meaning “that which makes visible the contents of the psyche”), the significance of which will have to be explored in future discussion.30

I commend this article to you.

Ed Snowden on passwords

John Oliver and Edward Snowden talk password security.

Why Jon Rappoport keeps writing about Monsanto vs. Maui

I share Jon’s post below in full:

Why I keep writing about Maui vs. Monsanto

Tearing away the curtain

by Jon Rappoport

April 16, 2015

NoMoreFakeNews.com

First, an important development in the case I’ve just become aware of. There has been virtually no discovery process.

Meaning: The people of Maui want to know specific details of Monsanto’s years of experiments with unapproved pesticides and GMOs in their county. They want records, files, internal communications; the whole nine yards.

They’re getting nothing.

Monsanto’s history of unbridled human experimentation is still obscured in a cloud of mystery. And danger.

And this is five months after the people of Maui voted in favor of putting a temporary ban on all such experimentation.

That vote has been suspended in a void, while Monsanto and its allies have been suing Maui.

I keep writing about this case because, for one, the people of Maui voted for something far stronger than labeling GMOs. They voted to ban Monsanto’s experiments, until a complete independent investigation could be done that would unearth the range of those ongoing pesticide/GMO experiments, thus assessing the danger and the harm.

The vote last Election Day was a victory. It wasn’t an “almost.” It wasn’t “we’re getting there and we’ll do better the next time,” it was: We Won.

And because Monsanto sued immediately and hung up the case in federal court, the result of the legitimate vote was not implemented.

I keep writing about Maui vs. Monsanto because the people of Maui are acutely aware they’re the targets of Monsanto experiments, and they did something about it, against all odds.

I keep writing about the case because Maui County, the Big Island, and Kauai are very important Monsanto research centers, and a blow against those centers is a blow against the whole GMO empire.

I write about this case because the old tradition in Hawaii is respect and love for the land. In a half-sane world, that land would never have been taken by force, in the first place, from the native people who made it their home.

A monstrosity of a corporation, Monsanto, backed up by the US federal government, has seen fit to spray toxic chemicals and deploy experimental GMOs in Hawaii, for its own profit, with no benefits for anyone anywhere.

This is a case with enormous implications. It isn’t about labeling poisons and health hazards; it’s about banning them and opening up Monsanto’s secret records and finding out exactly what they’ve been doing.

Time is of the essence, because Monsanto is undoubtedly shredding and transferring its documents, just in case it loses this legal battle.

International pressure is necessary. International outrage is necessary.

The result of the Maui vote is on the record. That vote established new law. The vote has been denied—and the County Government of Maui has joined the case on the side of Monsanto, thus betraying its own people.

From a simple journalistic perspective, if this isn’t a “lead paragraph,” nothing is.

Sometimes, the future hangs by a thin thread. What will happen and what won’t happen depends on what people become aware of, and what they do about it.

Mainstream reporters, if they are paying any attention at all, cover the case as a puzzle of complexities stemming from arguments on both sides. They stand back and paint a thin veneer on the whole proceeding. They invoke their tradition of “well, we’ll see what happens next.”

Of course, striking a deep blow against Monsanto is forbidden because, after all, the world of biotech intersects with the world of media corporations.

In the Monsanto vs. Maui case, there is a great deal of gibberish about “jurisdiction.” Which government entity—county, state, federal—controls the regulations on agriculture.

The answer to that question is simple: jurisdiction is in the hands of the people on the ground who are harmed.

The other answer is: this is not a case about agriculture and farming at all. It’s about massive human experimentation with unapproved non-commercial GMOs and chemical pesticides. With no informed consent.

If you lived in a neighborhood where a giant corporation was spraying chemicals whose names you didn’t even know, you wouldn’t be delighted to let the experts diddle each other over the fine points.

You would want action. A ban. An independent and full investigation. A prosecution of crimes. If you could vote for all that, you would.

The people of Maui did.

That’s exactly what they did.

And they’ve been denied.

Simple enough?

Anyone with a nose for news understands that Monsanto is holding, in Hawaii, vast secret records on its experiments—records that, if released, in the open, could blow the doors off Monsanto’s global operations.

Some people still remember that, during the Vietnam War, Monsanto manufactured Agent Orange, a highly toxic substance (cancer, birth defects) that was sprayed all over Vietnam.

Agent Orange was a plant killer, an herbicide. So is Monsanto’s Roundup, which the World Health Organization has just declared a probable carcinogen. Roundup is the most popular herbicide in the world.

The unknown experimental chemicals Monsanto has been spraying on Hawaii for years are herbicides.

And the people of Maui are being sued because they voted to find out what those chemicals are?

That lawsuit is itself a crime; the court case, dragging on and on, is a crime; the two federal judges in the case, Barry Kurren and Susan Oki Mollway, are abetting a crime.

Where are the human rights organizations? Why aren’t they descending on the scene and holding press conferences and demanding justice?

Where are the groups who promote decentralization of political power away from the federal government and toward local communities? Here is a clear-cut illustration of local people winning a vote and winding up in federal court to defend themselves and their vote.

Where are the groups who defend victims of human experimentation?

Where are the groups who attack the monolithic power of the Corporate State?

Where are the websites who promote the right of people to control their own health?

Where are the so-called libertarians?

Where are the groups who ceaselessly investigate how big government hides its secrets? This is a case in which the federal government is backing the right of a giant favored corporation, Monsanto, to conceal all its data re chemical and genetic experimentation affecting a population.

Where are magazines once thought of as “dissident,” who could be sending reporters to Maui to dig into this case and come up with the grotesque details?

Where are the groups who relentlessly defend the rights of indigenous peoples all over the world—but ignore Hawaii?

Where are the thousands and thousands of environmental groups who attack anyone who dares to interrupt the life cycle of a fish or an insect?

Where are the vociferous critics of chemtrails, when there, in Hawaii, is a clear-cut, government-supported case of years and years of Monsanto spraying unapproved chemicals into the air, on the population?

Where are the GMO labelers, when in Maui County, the vote to put a temporary ban on GMO/pesticide experiments actually won?

And without the massive support of all these groups, what are the chances that one man or woman who works behind the fortress walls of Monsanto will leak the secret records of experimentation, chapter and verse, and let the world know what is going on?

I guarantee that such a man or woman, stepping out into the light of day with a trove of Monsanto documents, would face a storm the likes of which would make the pressure on Edward Snowden seem like a Sunday picnic.

That’s a fact to ponder.

It revels the priorities of the establishment, the status quo, the government, the State, the Globalists, the mega-corporate colossus, the Reality Manufacturing Company in their actual and correct sequence.

Jon Rappoport

State of Man, Man of State

Jon Rappoport at his best.

Someone came down and took a tour of the planet. This was after the collapse and the chaos and the ascendance of new gods and it was after the renaissance of the old gods and their destruction as well. Someone came down and toured the landscapes.

The landscapes were made of the material of the bodies and brains and minds and memories and thoughts of the old inhabitants. The landscapes were made of their passive indifference and their whining and complaining and their beliefs that nothing could be done to change the course of history, but of course history is always in flux.

Someone came down and explored and investigated the depth of the old inhabitants’ acquiescence. Someone came down and explored their acceptance of things as they were. Someone examined their final willingness to be absorbed into the mass, the group, and to develop a steady-state amnesia about their own individual power to create something far, far different from the collective space-time machine they came to call Love, at the very last, at the very last moments before the collapse.

He made notes and returned to the place from which he came…

THE STATE wants to take you into the great glob
The Velveeta cosmic glut

THE STATE loves you and wants to put you in a cradle and play quiet music and bring down the stars and put them in your hand
IT wants you to do nothing because nothing is easy
IT wants you to think nothing and listen to your mind scraping against itself like a worn wheel

Just read words
Just read words
Just read words
And let them sink, let them sink to the bottom of the well where they drop out of sight

Go on as if nothing has happened
Nothing has happened
It was all an illusion

The buildings will take you in
The offices will take you in
The workers will take you in
Go on as if nothing has happened

Look at the wooden face of the President
Look at the wooden faces of the Congress
Look at the wooden faces of the Supreme Court Justices
Look at the wooden faces of the FBI
Look at the wooden face of God

Nothing has happened
It was all an illusion
A long time ago something may have happened
But since then the quiet has increased

THE STATE has taken over
How could it have been any other way
There is absolutely nothing to worry about
Or
There is everything to worry about
But they are equal
They are the same
champions of equilibrium
There is nothing
Gigantic and dangerous
Waiting for you to invent it
There is nothing you need to do
THE STATE and THE UNIVERSE will take care of you in a great ice cream park

The sand on the beach will grind down into water and the water will turn into sand in the job called the mind

That is your job achieving a great equality of mind

And occasionally in the middle of the night
You can shout
What can we do
What can we do
What can we do
What can we do

And you can expect an answer

And you can listen
And listen
And listen

And then you can discover inch by inch that contrary to everything you believe you are talking
To yourself

Not anyone else
No one else
Nothing else

That was all an illusion

Your hand reaching out in the darkness
Is a hand of entreaty, an old-master hand
A hand pleading
Your case

And then the fingers curl
And you feel
Coming up through your spine
The unwanted electricity of a heroic gesture

Which according to the library of all facts is entirely obsolete
It would be mad to feel it
It would be a betrayal
A mark of insanity
A thousand mile an hour roll of the dice

It would be
Action
taken without consultation
destroying the symmetry of
WE

Destroying the blank face on the blank building in the blank city

These are the mantras:
You are nothing
You make nothing
You invent nothing

You accept what
spools you out
A long thread in a dead loom

You accept that all words are dead before they are spoken
You quietly know all there is to know

You are Citizen

 

Jon Rappoport

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