Humanas Emeritus

….Until I can work on several pieces I have in mind, all really awesome stuff. I’ve been extremely unproductive the past month and a half and I am turning 21 in about…a dayish. But yeah, expect original content to blow your mind coming soon…I promise.

For now, read some ramblings from tonights little binge:

The Unbearable Lightness of Being

(with short reply & follow up)

You know, I’ve never read the book or watched the movie, but I saw a poster for it once and something within it resonated very strongly. A web spun from a thread twisting in many directions regarding the nature of existence and suffering. Buddha was most certainly on to something when he said life was basically suffering, dissatisfaction, old age, and death, but I don’t think that just because a few people came up with workable & wise truths that the matter has been fully investigated. There seems to be some sort of incurable existential discomfort with the fact that we most certainly appear to have existence.

“The German expression Einmal ist keinmal encapsulates “lightness” so: “what happens but once, might as well not have happened at all. If we have only one life to live, we might as well not have lived at all”; if concluded logically, life ultimately is insignificant. Hence, because decisions do not matter, they are rendered light, because they do not cause personal suffering. Yet, simultaneously, the insignificance of decisions — our being — causes us great suffering, perceived as the unbearable lightness of being consequent to one’s awareness of life occurring once and never again; thus no one person’s actions are universally significant. This insignificance is existentially unbearable when it is considered that people want their lives to have transcendent meaning.” (Wikipedia)

Note, it really can’t be proved if we exist or not. Most people stop listening to me at this point because they’ve already decided everything a long time ago, but that’s okay. I’m just talking to those three lurkers or so that totally get it and probably mull over my words in the same fashion I mull over the words of random strangers very heavily. Existence is so inter connected that it is almost orgiastic, and indeed, life is made up of pure eros.

Now then, we either do definitely exist, in which case we have to suffer the questions of a limited vs unlimited existence, and the fleeting, ephemeral nature of a world with an end, a painting that is finished, and a goodbye that is forever.

On the other hand, we might not really exist. This poses its own problems, but in my opinion it brings much greater freedom, joy, wisdom, and appreciation for many subtle aspects of existence. If we have no real solid, planted attitude towards life and all that we experience, than we automatically develop [I]some[/I] sort of detachment. This mindset is most definitely not available to those still in the clutches and throes of animal fear. Make no mistake, fear is the first enemy in an initiates Great Work, you must first be able to face your fears so you can move on to facing yourself, the world, etc.

“Falsehood is invariably the child of fear in one form or another”

-Crowley

If you’re still afraid of something then there’s something inside of yourself that you haven’t faced, and that will act against you in an antagonistic manner. It can take a multitude of forms, including mental illness, relationship problems, psychosomatic illnesses, various hysterias, delusions, paranoias, fantasies, as well as a wide range of many base and crude forms of being. This is especially true in spirituality where people often hold themselves up to certain standards of Sainthood. Realize of course, there is a vast difference between a Sage and a Saint. A sage is a seer, a saint is a soothsayer.

So if we exist, we are certain and solid and we are intimately tied, tied down in fact by all sorts of forces & laws and powers. But if we choose to stop existing and to let something else take control, then something spontaneously erupts. Energy is no longer wasted on faulty programming and contradictory conditioning. We can choose to define who we are without having to worry about any of the consequences. Live is a dream and we walk around as ghosts. Those that are awake during their drums are quite asleep when walking around awake. Make no mistake.

And please, enough with the “awake = conscious”; “asleep = unconsciousness”, at least in a esoteric perspective. Medically, yeah, if you’re “awake” you’re conscious, but any half-decent occult tradition teachings the shows the mechanistic systems of humanity which often results in a feeling of horror in students I can only describe as thinking you smoked a bowl of weed but instead just inhaled a bong rip of salvia 60x. There’s about a three second period where you’re neither in normal reality or in some other place, an in between state which you always have and always will exist in. A darkness that existed before light & darkness, a vast cave of non-manifestation.

This is what we long for. We have become so used to existing that we have forgotten that we can be aware while not having a lick of existence. No perception, senses, mind, intellect, light, spirit, whatever, nothing at all. Except a sense of a “you”, somewhere, a tiny sparkle that blips in and out of existence. Perhaps even rapidly.

How light then, can you be! If you sink into the Earth you are still flying through space. Flying isn’t really that spectacular, if you think about it, and lucid dreamers should endeavor to get over playing with Earth physics and hey…

Let’s go explore space, using nothing but our consciousnesses. I’ve been there. You can get there, too, but you can’t take that much baggage. There is only one thing that travels faster than light.

And this thing can not be named.

Reply:

And to this we give the name God.

Rebuttal/rant:

No, no we don’t. That word is over loaded with all kinds of unnecessary baggage. My tradition isn’t even Judeo-Christian, at least in the typical sense. I am very much into Christian Gnosticism but their God is very different from the God of 90% of other Christians, the one most think of when they hear it.

I personally prefer the Castaneda term “Nagual”.

Tonal and Nagual

The terms tonal and nagual were used in the esoteric School of don Juan Matus described in the books of Carlos Castaneda.

These terms denote two “parallel” worlds that comprise the universe — the world of material objects (tonal) and the non-material world (nagual).

We communicate with the world of matter through the so-called first awareness, i.e. the one which is carried out through the sense organs of the physical body.

To become able of cognizing the nagual, one has to develop the second awareness, that is, clairvoyance.

The term nagual had another meaning in this case: a person-leader who has mastered the nagual and is capable of acting in it and from it. In the School mentioned above, such a leader, i.e. Nagual, was don Juan Matus.

Below follow several excerpts from the book by Carlos Castaneda Tales of Power (in these excerpts the term nagual means the non-material world):

“The tonal begins at birth and ends at death, but the nagual never ends. The nagual has no limit. The nagual is where Power hovers.”

“For the nagual, there is no land, or air, or water. Therefore, the nagual glides, or flies, or does anything it can do in the time of the nagual, which is not related at all to the time of the tonal. These two things do not intersect.”

“The tonal and the nagual are two different worlds. In one you talk, in the other you act.”

A pagan view of the spirit is the only thing that makes sense, the only thing that looks at the facts of life as they are. The idea of a monotheistic God is a leftover of our territorial instincts, which is why religions have caused so many wars. More conflict between the “higher” and “lower” parts of our nature in all of us, played out on the global stage. Everything you do is reflected in the greater order, so remember that the next time you consult yr conscience. Who cares about after lifes? What about during lifes, isn’t that the most pressing and concerning? We’re alive now, not tomorrow.

I’ve experienced so many mythologies and religions first hand in such vivid detail that I’ve lately gotten burnt out on all of it, but I’m only at my best when I’m concerned with these ideas. The truth knows no limits. I’ve seen/been Buddha (or more accurately my Buddha essence manifested itself as it is, and not as it could be) and entered many strange and incredible Buddhic realms that leave normal life seeming so dull. I’ve been in Christic realms and have been the Son, talked to the Father, and been filled with the Holy Spirit. I’ve unlocked the secrets of Freemasonry within myself, climbed the entire tree of life, have had extensive association with intelligences and beings not recognized as real by modern standards (no Yetis yet, though), had alien contact, and all manner of various freaky deaky shit. The sheer volume of spiritual information that has been funneled directly from the Source into my pineal gland has been ridiculous and I can only assume that I have the chance the chance to do something. Just flap my butterfly wings. I don’t believe in destiny or fate, but I do believe that we have certain, general pre-determined “paths” we can take, forks in the road where things could have easily gone either way…

And yet, back on topic, I know that out of all my possible existences I choose this one. Not only does this affirm eternal recurrence as I fall down in praise of the demon, but it also destroys any possibility of seriously fantasizing or day dreaming about my life or what I want to do. What a waste of life! All the plans in the world amount to nothing. There is so much that we could do, yet it is all so limited. We are filled to the brim with the superfluous, and like another member said, in some societies meditation is the anti-pole of the rest of society. When you truly become one with your meditative states & practices, when you desire meditation more than anything else without having to goad or force yourself into it, something remarkable happens.

You have no real desire for anything outside of yourself. Sensual delights cheer the soul, as they should, but they are not overwhelming or passion-inflaming. Even drugs are just used to slip in and out of various trance states, and intoxication can be almost turned on and off at will. Your thought process becomes so precise that you barely say anything because of everything you don’t need to say, much like doing math in your head. Everything you see outside of yourself is a reflection of yourself, the very fiber of your own being, not separate and hostile but an artistic statement on your own level of consciousness.

Quite a lot of this is being a snake eating its own tail for eternity, but hey, inside his stomach there is only the Tao, right? The same vibe in many Norwegian myths I find present in tales of Taoism & Taoist masters. It is nothing obvious, but perhaps there is some occult/Aryan blood relation sort of thing going on here. No matter.

But yeah, once meditation becomes your default state of being and you realize everyone around you is in the most ignorant state of consciousness (not necessarily ignorant in scholarly learning or various other things) then you go through a classic mystical psychological progression of crazy-wisdom. Not everyone reacts the same way, but some people go all Boddhisattva, as they rightly should (at least feel the desire to) and try to save the world and soon forget that there is no world outside themselves. We don’t need Messiahs, just people that want to end suffering. That’s all, really. Other people suddenly discover the “truth” and have to let everyone know, and others use their expanded awareness to the ends of their own petty egos, but any number of things can easily happen.

Anyway, the result that I’ve seen, in myself and others is that you first break free of your societal conditioning to a degree where you are more free than not. Then you are flooded with compassion and desire to help, until something goes wrong and you may end up very cynical or just taken advantage of until you think things over. Often times in the beginning people have a lot of time communicating what they’re experiencing or what they’ve realized or what they really want to say heart to heart because in their own heads they’ve lost clarity. You end up sitting at this reality-mirror, which is our mind-light-play ground of essence just making faces at yourself. Synchronicity can take on an extremely sinister appearance and odd coincidences will point drag out all kinds of irrational fears.

You see, once you’ve broken free of rational concerns and the rational mind and enter into all these weird states of being then it’s quite normal to have inexplicable feelings. Reactions to the unknown are infinitely varied. Sometimes though, these fears persist or are just plain delusional and you can work yourself up into a frenzy over nothing and you will get yourself into a gigantic idealogical clusterfuck. For instance, you might be into ritual magick and summoning entities and you have legitimate experiences…but then you start to doubt yourself, maybe, or ask the wrong questions, have seconds thoughts, worries, fears…and then you wind up on zoklet asking for advice on getting rid of demon possession.

I mean, just because we, and when I say “we” I don’t mean anyone reading this because I’m sure a few (extremely bored) atheists and whatevers will read this and it just won’t apply, but I mean we the shamans, sages, seers, sorcerers, initiates, occultists, esotericists, and weirdos. Just because we deal with the unthinkable does not that mean that we should give up critical thinking and fall prey to false and damaging beliefs. Keep an open mind where everything contains truth. How then can you contend with anything, eh?

Always trust your first hand, direct experience over anything else, not as meaning anything in particular but don’t doubt that it happened. When you do that you confuse what’s going on and you end up with some muddled half life. Just because you meet God does not mean that God necessarily exists, finding Buddha does not mean Buddhism is the one and only way, and you should never rely on anyone else for enlightenment. Anyone asking to be enlightened should be smacked. Just, shh! Don’t ask. Just look, listen.

One last note, before I end this epicly long reply to an incredibly short piece of text: I have always wanted to have a fairly deep & respectful conversation (one on one, or maybe a chat room) with a few intelligent atheists/materialists/naturalists/whatever. I would want to discuss what they would do if they had the same sort of experiences I had, and if they can explain them in any rational way. I’ve been longing for a way for a long time now to write it all off as crazy nonsense and never delve into the depths of awareness deeply but who am I kidding? That kind of whining is for ungrateful schmucks.

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“The ancients started with an understanding that we are transitory, but they allowed themselves to become corrupted by seductive ideas of survival. As a result, they were filled with self-importance and lapsed into exclusivity. The new seers discontinued all that by giving the fluidity of the assemblage point first priority. They had observed that, as soon as that point moves, the idea of secrecy changes into idiocy, because in the realm of energy there are no rigid limits between conscious beings. In consequence, what became most important for them was to get rid of all speculation and emphasize the practical side of the path.” – Carlos Castaneda, Encounters with the Nagual

And then this bit. I don’t usually just post forum posts, unless I’m planning on just doing one write up for several different sites, but meh, I was on a good one tonight.

When talking about these subjects, these can get confusing even among people that share a fairly similar belief system because of the variety of backgrounds, vocabularies, and experiences, people can disagree or be confused over the simplest of things. I’m not talking at all about orthodox religion, although I may touch on that lightly. I mean the “new age”/mystical/occult lines of thinking that many of us are familiar with or practice.

For instance, one of my strongest influences was the books of Castaneda, because for however much bullshit was in it, whatever he said about reality, I have personally corroborated so much of what he said that I can’t say anything either way. But anyway, the point was that at the core of Don Juan/Castaneda’s teaching was: reality is assembled on a point of assemblage that can be manipulated, humanity is mostly stuck on or around (mixes) the unique state known as “reason”. The thought goes that we first discovered unique states of consciousness through “power plants” – mushrooms, peyote, datura, cannabis, etc. This caused some sort of cognitive, linguistic, or psychological (r)evolution in man. There’s a lot of other nonsense but the key point is that there are many different “realities”, all of which are accessible through use of Will…Anyway, after learning all these techniques and the way of the warrior and dreaming and everything else you eventually because a man of knowledge, one who knows, a gnostic.

There is a core, esoteric gnostic teaching in any and all religions because all religion springs from a single source. The outer appearance is generally little more than distraction, lip service, and outright folly. It is this exoteric shell which is a power mechanism, on which we could muse about all night. I could go into a lot more detail with all of this but I’m trying my hardest to keep it brief.

There are basically the extremely advanced teachings (Which do not in anyway mean that you’re advanced/more evolved/superior. anyone can pick up a calculus book, but can you even count, man?) as versus the watered down versions for the masses. Some people just aren’t ready for the knowledge, some would use it wrongly, others would ridicule it, misinterpret it, dilute it, etc. So the knowledge of the myriad of mysteries surrounding everything would only be open to those that seek it, and not peddled like common pornography of the spirit.

“So I say to you: Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you.”

Things however, are changing, and at such a speed that the old control structures are dissolving and something new and inexplicable is taking its place. There are some very hip & smart people that realize this, it’s almost a loose organization that has no real organization…Look at the NFHC soviet cells, same basic idea. No one even has to agree on the same ideas, let’s just get some new ideas, anything. It’s coming to the point where all distinction of class, gender, race, whatever, it will all blur spontaneously and it will be some hyper-Darwinian thriving of the fittest. Those lesser suited may not die off, but they will probably stay on Earth.

Well, I guess he’ll have to answer for his crimes through some higher authority than we mere mortals, now…

WASHINGTON — Rep. John Murtha of Pennsylvania, a gruff ex-Marine who used his immense power in military spending to funnel hundreds of millions of dollars to his hard-luck district and who became an outspoken critic of the Iraq War, died Monday. He was 77.

He died in an Arlington, Va., hospital, where he was being treated for complications of gallbladder surgery, his office said. Rep. Murtha’s death came two days after he became the longest-serving congressman in Pennsylvania history.

If you don’t know what the PMA scandal is, check out my article.

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Let me preface this piece with a small but very important disclaimer: In no way, shape, or form am I actually suggesting or condoning the use of drugs, the making, selling, buying, or storage of drugs. This is merely a thought experiment in the ways a small group of individuals with some chemical know-how & good luck might be able to disrupt the global heroin trade and therefore the global political scene. The author is not responsible for what you do with this information. Read, know, and don’t do this at home…find a shack in the woods.

The idea first hit me when reading an article about the global drug trade; the person being interviewed (“Daurius Figueira is a social researcher who has spent the last 20 years investigating the illicit drug trade”) was extremely sure of his opinion that the world is not ruled by reptilians but actually by drug lords. This will likely come as a shock to most of you, as I know it did for me, but at least with actual people the threat is a tad more real and thus harbors a chance of confrontation. It may be impossible to guess the motivations of an alien species that’s hell bent on domination of the human race, but human on human warfare is old as sin and as easy to understand: greed & power.

Just because you have money and power, though, does not mean that you are invincible. Nor is your empire immune to all the faults of the great empires: hubris, decadence, and corruption. Like a very expensive and high-stakes game of Jenga, I am calling upon the forces of Discord to kick Operation MindFuck into high gear and knock their tower down. This would completely shake up the political scene, and it’s all so convoluted there’s no real way of telling how it would end, just that something would change.

“So what the hell are you talking about?” I’m sure you’re asking yourself right now. Let’s take a look…

What’s the latest on the drug scene?

I don’t talk about the drug trade anymore. I talk to the drug trade.

So you are saying that the world is controlled by 12 men who are not lizards from another planet, but drug lords? [This is in reference to David Icke’s theory that the world is controlled by a global elite of reptilian humanoids.]

Yes. Mmmmm. [He nods his head vigorously, smiling.]

And governments are mere pawns?

The greatest allies of these people is geopolitics. Because geopolitics takes preference over the war on drugs.

All of this is, so far, being taken from this article.

How is the global recession going to affect the local drug trade?

The recession does not affect the major trade because the trade continues. Remember the trade deals in demand and supply that is external to us. And the trade has a whole social order that it constructs, and the social order is endemically violent. So that is why you have people talking this ’legalise it’ ole talk, under the premise that if you legalize it you will end the violence. But I have news for them-Ent alcohol and cigarettes are legal? So why then two of the commodities that organized crime smuggles are cigarettes and alcohol? Because from the time you have high excise tax on cigarettes and alcohol, they [organized crime bosses] smuggle them from low-taxation areas to high-taxation areas to make a killing. So what guarantee you have, that when you tell me, legalize it, the violence will done?

You have no guarantees. What happens is that you place the State in a position that every single illicit drug that is invented, you have to keep legalising it as it is invented. Because the drug dealers want super-profits, and when it is illegal, they make more profit. So they will keep inventing new ones. And they invented crack heroin?

…You have to understand, the oligarchs who dominate the trade also dominate the politics and they’re already maximizing profits. The problem is they don’t want to share. And the next thing you have to understand is that the oligarchs in the Caribbean are not Africans. So they have a race agenda. Because they want to ensure their domination of societies in which Africans are the majority

Now, let’s for a moment assume everything that man said is true…I’m not saying it is, but he has spent an awfully long time investigating such things. Well, it’s fairly apparent that legalizing isn’t necessarily a cure-all for the social & political ills of the global drug trade. Furthermore, there’s no way that the demand for such substances will ever disappear in the near future; there is a far better chance that the middle east will turn into a gigantic music festival full of peaceful hippies smoking grass.

What can be done to disrupt the control of power in the world? This is a serious question that some people, seemingly ordinary people, mull over in their minds all night long. Silly demonstrations such as voting, protests, riots, and revolutions were discarded for far too ineffective long ago. What’s left?

Well, as far as the drug trade goes, the weakest point is that people really do not want the drug in itself; there’s nothing special about heroin or cocaine if something better than heroin or cocaine comes around, showing some leg. If you can deliver a quality product that is as strong/stronger, safer, cheaper, or easier to obtain…then the only way you could fail is due to some horrible act by the police or your competitors (often times they are in cahoots). Things could easily get hairy, which is why the first act of your new global drug empire should be to invest heavily in Artificial Intelligence technology and robotize as much of your cohorts as possible. Programmed lips tell no secrets.

Okay, but no, really: the heroin trade is huge. Huge. It’s taking Russia by storm, it’s making a come back in the USA, and apparently it’s all over Europe but tainted with Anthrax.

Anthrax? In my scag?

“Since December 6, there have been 15 confirmed cases of anthrax among heroin users, 14 in Scotland and one in Germany,” the ministry’s General Directorate for Health (DGS) said in a statement.

Heroin use, deaths spike in the St. Louis region

More than 150 people, many in their 20s or 30s, died in the region last year of heroin overdoses — part of a booming increase in use that officials link to falling prices and rising purity

Heroin Becoming Drug of Choice Among Teens

Russia now ‘top heroin consumer’

The head of Russia’s anti-narcotics service, Victor Ivanov, said that seizures of Afghan heroin were up 70%.

Drugs for guns: how the Afghan heroin trade is fuelling the Taliban insurgency

“We never sell the drugs for money,” boasted one of the smugglers. “We exchange them for ammunition and Kalashnikovs.”

Disclaimer: the author has a strong bias in favor of Lady Gaga (<3) and thinks the Illuminati is kinda hot. It’s also possible that he’s a disinfo agent or what the CIA calls a “useful idiot”.

In Defense of Lady Gaga

A response to the assertions made by VigilantCitizen

In some circles, jokes about Lady Gaga are more often about her affiliation with the Illuminati and/or the possibilities of her being a reptilian mind control slave than her possibly having male genitalia. Perhaps, also, she is the Whore of Babylon or Crowley’s “Scarlet Woman”, or maybe she’s actually Kali. With these possibilities in mind, I’ll take a look at the various claims that Mr. Vigilant Citizen (who, incidentally has an esoterically significant name – more on that later, perhaps) makes in his various pages about her.

You can read all of those here, which I suggest you do first, or else nothing else will make sense:

Lady Gaga, The Illuminati Puppet

Lady Gaga, the Illuminati Puppet – Part 2

Lady Gaga’s Bad Romance – The Occult Meaning

I don’t know if the above author has an obsession with Lady Gaga, but I know I do.

Honestly, how can you not love that? Alright, whatever, let’s get down to business.

His first claim is perhaps the most telling, and what it indicates determines the mood for the rest of the articles:

The symbolism surrounding Lady Gaga is so blatant that one might wonder if it’s all a sick joke. Illuminati symbolism is becoming so clear that analyses like this one becomes a simple exercise of pointing out the obvious. Her whole persona (whether its an act or not) is a tribute to mind control, where being vacuous, incoherent and absent minded becomes a fashionable thing.

Protip: It is all a joke, although whether or not its sick is up for debate. Lighten up man, just because you don’t understand something doesn’t mean it’s some terrible Monster out to get you. Laugh along with the cosmic giggle, or get off the World Stage. Let’s continue.

What do you mean by “mind control”? I suggest you research “project MK Ultra” to get a little background information on the subject. Here’s a quick overview taken from the surprisingly accurate Wikipedia:

Whoa, whoa. Why even bring that up, when there are so many far older and more effective methods of mind control? For instance: school, religion, work, government, culture in general – which I think Lady Gaga is meta-commenting.

MR. WEINGLASS: Between the date of your birth, November 30, 1936, and May 1, 1960, what if anything occurred in your life?

THE WITNESS: Nothing.  I believe it is called an American education.

Now, I’m not disputing MK-ultra or the fact that the CIA as well as all kinds of various weird groups practice mind control…and possibly far more sinister acts, like eating gold. The pharaohs were doing it, you know, back when mushrooms grew everywhere and we were all Children of the Light. But nevermind.

Next, Mr. Citizen claims that a butterfly-laden outfit that Lady Gaga wore contained symoblism alluding to CIA mind control project “Monarch”.

During their reeducation, subjects are said to be exposed to numerous symbols such as trees, spider webs, masks, mazes, butterflies, etc. They are also shown movies which contain specific symbols (or “triggers”) such as The Wizard of Oz and many Disney Movies. The same way those subjects are brainwashed and reeducated, mass media conducts a large scale mind control project, which starts at birth with Disney movies and continues with Hollywood flicks and music videos.

What? Really? It couldn’t just be that, say, Lady Gaga is a girl and fucking likes butterflies? I don’t know, it might be too far out there, but hey, I kinda like butterflies, too. It must be because I watch Disney movies, but fuck it, at least I’m not a jew.

I fucking loved that movie.

Next he says,

OMG! What does this crazy stuff has to do with Lady Gaga? I luv her!!

Hey, you know what? Fuck you, buddy. Great way to set up a strawman argument.

This guy used to give me nightmares.

Besides being a logical fallacy and just an incredibly poor way of arguing anything, it frankly is quite telling of yr character. Obviously, people that listen to Lady Gaga, people that are themselves under the sway of mind control, are stupid sheep, incapable of original or creative thought. This is because she is an Illuminati puppet, and she is an Illuminati puppet because her listeners are stupid sheep!!11

Alright, what else does this guy try to argue…?

Gaga is a term that immediately refers to absent mindedness. Here are some synonyms taken from a thesaurus:

Given to lighthearted silliness: empty-headed, featherbrained, flighty, frivolous, frothy, giddy, harebrained, lighthearted, scatterbrained, silly. Slang birdbrained, dizzy.

Afflicted with or exhibiting irrationality and mental unsoundness: brainsick, crazy, daft, demented, disordered, distraught, dotty, insane, lunatic, mad, maniac, maniacal, mentally ill, moonstruck, off, touched, unbalanced, unsound, wrong.

Never mind that by referring to such things as “insanity” (which is, remember, a legal and not a medical term) or mania, mental illness, etc, is to continue to support another Heavy and Fucked up part of the Establishment. Mainstream psychiatry is fraught with some of the worst crimes I’ve seen. Yeah, forget all about it: you’re schizophrenic, not a shaman. I do wonder though, has Mr. Citizen ever felt giddy, himself? Because personally, I’m giggling like a prepubescent school girl.

Awwwwwright.

NEXT

Her logo is pretty revealing and particularly fitting. Its a headless female body with a bolt of lightning  going through her and exiting  her genitalia. There is once again a focus on the lack of conscious thought by the singer. The body looks like the weird headless mannequins you find at clothing stores. The bolt of lightning implies that her thoughtless body has been “charged” with a force that gives it life (interesting note: trauma-based mind control is often induced using electro-shock treatments).

Lightning bolts can mean many things esoterically, it does not necessarily mean “the lack of conscious thought by the singer”. This sounds to me like some old-school distrust of the weird-female-side of man, Jung’s Anima, of left-handed people, homosexuals, and anybody weird. I wonder, is Citizen insinuating that Lady Gaga is not capable of conscious thought? Or has she just forsaken it?

Well, I’m not sure if my source here is credible (but what the hell, were you expecting that?), but if Lady Gaga wrote this essay, I think it’s safe to say that she’s either capable of conscious thought or paid someone to write it for her using glitter.

Glitter!

Given this, I’m going to assume that the general assertion is that Lady Gaga sold her soul to the devil (who in turn controls the Illuminati) to make it in the music business, right? That story is older than old.

Damnit, not more Disney. plz dont #34 =(

Man, this is a really terrible article. Whatever. The bar wasn’t exactly set that high. Anyway,

You only need to look at a couple of Lady Gaga pictures or videos to notice that she is constantly hiding one of her eyes. Most people will simply interpret this  as ”a cool thing to do” or a “fashion statement”. Those who have passed the 101 of Illuminati symbolism know that the All-Seeing Eye is probably its most recognizable symbol. The gesture of hiding one eye, usually the left one, goes way back in occult orders. Here’s an explanation of the origin of the Eye of Horus.

Really? Illuminati Symbolism 101? Where do they teach that one, the Hateful Christians for the Old World Order University?

Also, where is this connection of “Illuminati -> every occult order in existence” coming from, exactly? I’ve got a pretty good idea, but I’m willing to play Novice here. I mean, the Bavarian Illuminati hasn’t been around that long, and that is what most people are talking about when they refer to the Illuminati, right…?

Okay, so to support this statement he posts various pictures of the Beautiful & Dirty Rich Lady Gaga doing various poses with her eye. None of which really indicate the all seeing eye at the top of the pyramid.

Master Theroin, patron saint of &HE.

Right so, continuing…more nonsense…then some lame points about the Paparazzi video (really, mickey mouse clothes? I was thinking more “queen bee”, but whatever. I thought the end of Mass Effect was about a giant insect made out of Salvia.)

ON to part II!

PART TWO. EVEN MORE GAGA.

Let’s get straight to it:

My first article on Stefani Joanne Angelina Germanotta called “Lady Gaga, the Illuminati Puppet“ generated a great deal of interest and controversy. It got featured on many websites and I was deemed either a “genius” or “batshit crazy” depending on the point of view.

Oh, come on, don’t flatter yourself man. It’s embarrassing. Really? Genius or bathshit insane? I’d have to go with “mildly paranoid, probably due to an excess of dopamine in his limbic system resulting in a denial of his low-grade schizophrenia”. Or maybe it’s just Lupus.

It’s never lupus.

But to those who have background knowledge and who have researched these topics (a small minority), I was simply stating the obvious.

I must kindly disagree, Mr. Citizen. Not everyone does, or should think in strictly one manner – especially on such fringe topics. You’re saying one thing but doing another.

In my articles on Lady Gaga and the 2009 VMAs, I’ve identified the use and display of elements taken from Masonic symbolism. If my previous claims were considered inconclusive or “grasping at straws” by some, I wonder if they’ll remain skeptical of the presence of Masonic symbolism in pop culture after seeing this  set of photos, taken INSIDE A MASONIC LODGE,

Yeah, that doesn’t really look like a Masonic Lodge to me, it looks like a Disco version of the Patheon. Whatever.

Gaga is standing between both pillars, wearing Hello Kitty shoes, occultly referring to mind control programming (innocence, childhood, re-education, etc). Her eyes are closed but she has wide-open eyes painted on her eyelids, which is very symbolic: her eyes seem open but they are still wide shut.

No way man, Hello Kitty is referring to the mind control program called Toxoplasma fuckin’ Gondii. Each of our assertions is equally valid.

In the movie, Maria, a girl from the working class, is “chosen” by the elite to give her likeness to a mind-controlled robot in order to confuse the masses. There is a dichotomy between the real and the false Maria that is also found in Gaga’s latest offering called Fame Monster.

Ooh. Life imitating art imitiating life imitating art imit- oh fuck it. Awesome. This is all adding up to say that Lady Gaga has actually put conscious thought behind her image, and is portraying it in an accurate & satirical manner (all while being marvelous).

In the above image, Gaga’s hairstyle is extremely similar to the robot Maria seen here:

No, sorry, they look nothing alike and their body language are polar opposites. If they are each sending an encoded Illuminati message, they’re two contradictory ones.

The false Lady Gaga is opposed to the real, natural and apparently unhappy Lady Gaga.

Wow dude, get a fucking clue, baby.She’s not sad, she’s Goth as fuck. Yah. Lady Gaga has obvious gothic music & fashion roots, which itself is a genre rife with all sorts of occult nonsense. z0mg! What could it all mean?

Whether she is commenting on the mind control phenomenon in mass media or simply a victim of it is still hard to determine but one thing is for sure: the symbolism is there and that’s the goal of the article.

Dude, what? Your goal was to string together a bunch of possibly related symbols? That sounds like…writing. More meta-commentary? Damn, I think I pulled a hipster muscle with the strain of all this not-irony.

Lady Gaga is an artist. They deal in symbols. That’s the point. The systems of control don’t need Lady Gaga to control your mind, you’re already conditioned and loaded down with preconceptions to the point of sinking in your own filth.

There is an obvious media campaign pushing these elements into pop culture. What should we do about it? MTV says: Just dance.

Say “no” to dancing, Kids!

Alright, that’s enough for now. I’ll cover his analysis of “Bad Romance” in a day or two, as well as cover anything else that pops up…like little children committing suicide because Gaga told them to.

-nihilizo

(ps ilu lady gaga)

Some of you might remember the page on Cures not Wars which discussed a study about Melatonin & Marijuana which is often cited in certain circles. However, it’s generally hard to ever actually find online, it might just be me and my sub-par research skills…but the sites that say they have it are always down. Thankfully I’m paranoid enough to save information like that to my hard drive.

Here’s the page then, albeit missing a graph (looking for it now).

Melatonin & Marijuana

Taken from: MELATONIN: Your Body’s Natural Wonder Drug,Russel J. Reiter, Ph.D., Jo Robinson;©1995 Bantam Books:198-199

Of all the known ways to stimulate melatonin production, none is more dramatic than smoking marijuana. Marijuana stimulates production of a prostaglandin called PGE2, which may relate to its ability to stimulate melatonin production. Italian researchers discovered that when eight men smoked a cigarette containing the active ingredient in marijuana, THC (tetrahydrocannabinol), they had dramatically higher melatonin levels twenty minutes later. After two hours, their melatonin levels were 4,000 percent higher than at baseline!(11)

The fact that smoking marijuana is accompanied by a dramatic increase in melatonin production may explain some of the drug’s positive effects. A 1995 article in The Journal of the American Medical Association reported that the hallucinogen is being used to counteract the toxicity of chemotherapy, treat migraines, reduce intraocular pressure, minimize pain, treat menstrual cramps, and moderate wasting syndrome in AIDS patients.(12) Melatonin has been shown to ameliorate each and every one of these conditions.

Smoking marijuana as a vehicle to increase melatonin production, however, may not be a good idea. The increase is so marked that it is not likely to be beneficial, especially if one smokes marijuana during the daytime, when melatonin levels are normally so low that they are just above the level of detection. Causing such a dramatic surge in melatonin levels in the daytime could phase-shift your circadian rhythms or interfere with your health in other as yet unknown ways.

References

11. Lissoni, P., Resentini, M., and Fraschini, F. “Effects of Tetrahydrocannabinol on Melatonin Secretion in Man.” Hormone and Metabolic Research 1986; 77-78. At baseline, the mean value of their melatonin levels was 21.3 pg/ml. Two hours later, it was 904 pg/ml.

12. Grinspoon, L., and Bakaler, J.B. “Marihuana as Medicine.” Joural of the American Medical Association 1995; 273(23): 1875-76.

Oh, btw, speaking of the pineal gland…this is just to shut up certain people that keep saying, “DMT isn’t actually produced in yr brain/body naturally”, explaining that its “disputed”:

When the endogenous hallucinogenic trace amine N,N-dimethyltryptamine meets the sigma-1 receptor.

N,N-dimethyltryptamine (DMT) is a hallucinogen found endogenously in human brain that is commonly recognized to target the 5-hydroxytryptamine 2A receptor or the trace amine-associated receptor to exert its psychedelic effect. DMT has been recently shown to bind sigma-1 receptors, which are ligand-regulated molecular chaperones whose function includes inhibiting various voltage-sensitive ion channels. Thus, it is possible that the psychedelic action of DMT might be mediated in part through sigma-1 receptors. Here, we present a hypothetical signaling scheme that might be triggered by the binding of DMT to sigma-1 receptors.

Endogenous psychoactive tryptamines reconsidered: an anxiolytic role for dimethyltryptamine.

The presence of the potent hallucinogenic psychoactive chemical N,N-dimethyltryptamine (DMT) in the human body has puzzled scientists for decades. Endogenous DMT was investigated in the 1960s and 1970s and it was proposed that DMT was involved in psychosis and schizophrenia. This hypothesis developed from comparisons of the blood and urine of schizophrenic and control subjects. However, much of this research proved inconclusive and conventional thinking has since held that trace levels of DMT, and other endogenous psychoactive tryptamines, are insignificant metabolic byproducts. The recent discovery of a G-protein-coupled, human trace amine receptor has triggered a reappraisal of the role of compounds present in limited concentrations in biological systems. Interestingly enough, DMT and other psychoactive tryptamine hallucinogens elicit a robust response at the trace amine receptor. While it is currently accepted that serotonin 5-HT(2A) receptors play a pivotal role in the activity of hallucinogenic/psychedelic compounds, we propose that the effects induced by exogenous DMT administration, especially at low doses, are due in part to activity at the trace amine receptor. Furthermore, we suggest that endogenous DMT interacts with the TA receptor to produce a calm and relaxed mental state, which may suppress, rather than promote, symptoms of psychosis. This hypothesis may help explain the inconsistency in the early analysis of endogenous DMT in humans. Finally, we propose that amphetamine action at the TA receptor may contribute to the calming effects of amphetamine and related drugs, especially at low doses.

And let’s not forget my favorite:

The hallucinogen N,N-dimethyltryptamine (DMT) is an endogenous sigma-1 receptor regulator.

The sigma-1 receptor is widely distributed in the central nervous system and periphery. Originally mischaracterized as an opioid receptor, the sigma-1 receptor binds a vast number of synthetic compounds but does not bind opioid peptides; it is currently considered an orphan receptor. The sigma-1 receptor pharmacophore includes an alkylamine core, also found in the endogenous compound N,N-dimethyltryptamine (DMT). DMT acts as a hallucinogen, but its receptor target has been unclear. DMT bound to sigma-1 receptors and inhibited voltage-gated sodium ion (Na+) channels in both native cardiac myocytes and heterologous cells that express sigma-1 receptors. DMT induced hypermobility in wild-type mice but not in sigma-1 receptor knockout mice. These biochemical, physiological, and behavioral experiments indicate that DMT is an endogenous agonist for the sigma-1 receptor.

Yah.

You can now enjoy a few of the articles in a fairly easy-to-read format.

From that page:

Right, so roughly 9 months ago I came up with an idea for a drug magazine to cover stuff that recreational drug (ab)users would find helpful, informative, and entertaining. There are plenty of weed magazines, but not much that covers other subjects; at first I thought there were zero zines or publications like this but there are a few, including one done by Erowid. It was only a passing idea that I came up with while in rehab and posted on the forums of Chemphoria, not thinking much of it. People took to it, and so we set it up some article ideas, got some people working on it, and came up with some cool ideas, art, articles, etc.

There were many delays due to every god-awful reason in the book, but at the final stages of production (i.e.; putting it into an actual zine form using software, which no one knew how to use) it was basically abandoned due to inter-forum/IRC channel politics. I won’t bore you with the details, but I basically up and left and have all the files, information, emails, etc that’s needed to continue it. I’ve always reasoned to myself that there’s no need to protect against plagiarism since no one could ever follow through; no one could ever write a sequel to something I started.

And so we get to the point: I am in possession of several articles and various pieces of art work that could make a very awesome first issue of a zine, but I am not going to put it into zine form. At least, not yet; it’s too involved and I have too little support. However I still feel the authors deserve some credit, and needless to say certain articles are fairly relevant enough that they’re getting posted anyway (see: NoWarning’s opiate potentiation guide). I was going to try to put them into some sort of wiki format, but that was a total clusterfuck.

Failing everything else, I’m just going to post them here, and declaring that Dose is still mine. Specific authors, if they want to say, “I don’t want you to use my article” are fine to tell me to take it down; I doubt however that anyone cares about such petty internet politics.

Enjoy.

Get on it.

Incoming transmission…Data Disc: History of the Last Days

Chapter I Part I

“Welcome to ‘New Atlantis’, gentlemen, home of the Techgnostics.” The dark haired beauty spoke with a flourish as she led her charges out of the sleek Tesla submarine to the boarding room of New Atlantis. There was a sharp intake of breath as one of the charges – a certain prematurely white-haired professors of Genetics, one Dr. Ronald Weatherly, turned around to see the submarine they were on disappear. A muted flash of cutting, iridescent indigo and blue filled his vision momentarily as a small ball of light bounced around in a scarcely seen 12-point gravitational container. As the ball bounce around it grew in size, eventually swallowing the container and imploded on itself to generate a dazzling visual display that was apparently a portal. The submarine floated gently into it, half pulled and half of its own volition, flickered ethereally, then vanished completely as the portal collapsed and the ball with its container returned to normal.

The heads of the rest of her charges whirled to the direction of Dr. Weatherly’s source of excitement. Their gazes were transfixed on this phenomenon which was stunning both from a psychological viewpoint as well as of great professional interest.  Thirteen of the greatest minds that the last of the Neutral-zoned nations had to offer were hypnotized with the excitement of a young boy on All-Saint’s Day. As soon as the view of the show through the boarding room port hole was complete, the coalition of scientists, professors, and general geniuses began to cough and fidget with bemused embarrassment.

“It is quite understandable that this amazes you, but we have not a minute to spare. There will be hosts of mysteries greater than that, which by agreeing to unite with us and reside here you will be privy to witness. Not the least of which include that which you will create…” The dark haired beauty, of mixed Australian-Indian blood and identifiable by her status-tag as Dr. Indira, ushered them along to the War Room. As they walked briskly out of the boarding room into the lengthy Main Hall, Dr. Indira nonchalantly tuned the audio-reception, recognition, and recording settings on her personally designed headset. She called it her “CNS” system – certainly not suspicious system.

Dr. Indira had a dry sense of humor coupled with a total lack of imagination for naming her inventions. She was, however, brilliant in all the arts of espionage, consciousness manipulation, and psychology. Since she had first begun living in New Atlantis, she had also learned much of the development of technology which augments and supplements the sensory systems of the human nervous system. Her particular system had many capabilities including raising or lowering audio levels according to her mark (for people), distance (for scoping areas), or for certain words and/or dialects. Additionally, it could record audio and visual, alter her of dangerous chemicals in the area – or even if someone was ingesting drugs – through her olfactory system. Visually she was capable of seeing in the dark, checking heat levels, zooming in to a microscopic level (or zooming out likewise), as well as automatically alerting her to visual cues she had preprogrammed or uploaded through her com-unit.

All of this was integrated fashionably, smoothly, and suspicious only to a fellow espionage agent that knew how to size up a person properly. Glasses, earrings, a nose stud, and a pearl necklace were all that the untrained eye would see, besides the ample cleavage strategically in view. With their eyes on her breasts, no one would notice that the necklace pierced and hooked into her neck, or that her fidgeting with the string of pearls was actually giving commands to the CPU inside the largest pearl. Least of all would the mesmerized charges that she led notice that she was recording their every word and nuance of movement.

“…That was simply amazing, Virginia, we had tried working on such a technology for years in Zurich! How did they mana-“

“Maybe it is as they said, maybe they are God’s chosen, living angels,” An elderly yet still handsome woman spoke with an air that hinted of religious awe and a thickening German accent.

“Nonsense! What do you mean by ‘they’? I have heard nothing of the sort!” Retorted an overweight Frenchman whose hygienic habits could use considerable improvement.

“You are, and always have been a skeptical old fool, Guillaume,” Dr. Weatherly spitefully said under his breath. His wife, the young and brilliant chemist of no small renown and ability snickered softly and then answered the French Doctor of Theoretical Physics’ question.

“Do you not know who ‘they’ are, Guillaume? ‘They’ are the people who walk in shadows but cast none of their own, that whisper to the ears of the susceptible, filling brothels and bars and news-feeds full of rumors and lies…”

Dr. Indira tried to contain a giggle, but could not suppress her mirth at the young chemistry professor’s electrical flair for the dramatic. Ahead of her charges by a good twenty feet, she slowed her pace to afford them with time enough to finish their conversation. The leviathan-like double doors to the War Room were approaching, which in themselves would give her charges a few moments for distraction and discussion.

“Personally I have heard nothing of these ‘techgnostics’, but Gnosticism has been infamously regarded as heretical in the annals of history. Not to mention the Holy Empire’s outlawing of all false religions, ranking occultism with a death sentence.” This grim observation was made by a gaunt and ghoulish man in his fourties. Unknown as a peer to the other intellects, the pale man hailed from Rome and bored the marks of one of those forced to convert to the legion-minded religion known as the Sword of God.

“Holy Empire? What the devil is that?” A plump and red-cheeked English professor of Biology blurted out in confusion. The ghoul-man blanched visibly and a tension gripped them all as he stood in front of the English man in defiance.

“Have you no respect for the Word of God? Have you no knowledge of what these means?” Instead of a pale countenance, the ghoul-man’s face was flushed red with rage as he took off his gloves and held up his hands, palms inward, to display his duel marks.

Inches away from the English professor, the mark danced in his eyes, burning the image into his retinas for the rest of his life. The mark itself was made of a blazing sword, three jewels encrusted with rubies containing a Jewish star, Christian cross, and Muslim crescent. These two particular marks were created out of charred flesh, the lines of the design sickening to the sight from the depth in which they penetrated the hands bearing them.

After he had burnt the image and got his point across, the ghoul-man lowered his hands to his lean legs, spitting upon the Englishman’s boots. As everyone looked on in horror and tension, the ghoul-man let loose a flurry of insults, “You Englishmen have never had any respect or decency! Your country was nothing but barbarism and pagans until Rome came along to civilize you! Since then your people have only gotten worse, culminating in the heap of soulless ignorance which presents itself as the degenerate of a man before me!”

Jumping in before the Englishman could retort, most likely with violence if her CNS system was correctly reading his physiological response, Dr. Indira roared with tempered authority.

“Enough, or I’ll throw you both in the brig! Contain yourselves! This is unbecoming for such distinguished individuals. Now then, compose yourselves as well as you can before we meet with the Captain. I’m opening the double doors now.”

All of those gathered under the wing of Indira felt as if they were school-children being reprimanded for poor behavior by their matriarchal teacher. Feelings of embarrassment and peevishness quickly gave way to awe and wonder, two emotions which seemed to permeate New Atlantis with omnipresence. For these were no ordinary double doors, nor was it only their mammoth size which inspired such feeling in any who gazed upon them.

Built of an extremely light alloy, it was both strong and reflective, and highly conductive – but only of a particular kind of malleable ultra-violet light. Five squares vertical and five horizontal divided it total to have twenty five curious squares in total. They each contained translucent symbols shining within ultraviolet light, and a shimmering layer of liquid blue metal behind them, on which the squares could move and shift. Indeed, that was their purpose, as the doors held no conventional key or opening apparatus, rather the symbols functioned as an ingenious barrier.

The symbols themselves were unique to New Atlantis, a type of alphabet in the same vein of ancient Egyptian hieroglyphics. When locked, the symbols formed a question which one answered by shifting them about to create the symbol-set applicable. Generally, they were not clearly or coherently translated into common languages. Most of the question/answer sets dealt with obscure Gnostic texts, scriptures, or ideas. In this manner the inhabitants of New Atlantis rendered the War Room all but impenetrable to outside forces.

At the end of the table near the doors was thirteen chairs situated comfortably apart and carved into sublime designs, each chair unique and containing a story unto itself. On either side of the table were thirty six chairs, for a total of 85 seats available, none of which were filled at the moment. The lack of any other human in the room caused confusion for a moment, as they were expecting the Captain to greet them.

As they looked about the room for any sign of the Captain their eyes took in the rest of the room. Behind the table and to the left was a room walled with what seemed to be marble, divided into two sections, “men” and “women.” Roughly fifteen feet north from the bathrooms was a smaller table littered with maps, books, and many loose pieces of paper scattered alongside miscellaneous objects. Directly across the room on the other side was a longer table, with twenty four computer consoles as well as an equal amount of chairs. In the corner opposite the bathroom and the near the computer console table stood several file cabinets, cook cases, chests, and cabinets.

Except for the huge super-screen and its adjacent hardware which took up all the space on either side of it, as well as the string of individual computer consoles, the War Room was surprisingly devoid of technology. The entire ambience compelled one to feel as if they were living thousands of years ago, all manner of Greco-Roman decorations dotted the left side of the room; statues of the gods were abound and the bathroom was built with delicately carved pillars and arches. The Roman influence was decidedly a bit tongue-in-cheek. They were, however, wonderful warriors in their own time, which the Techgnostics attempted to summon through an atmosphere which facilitated such.

The other side of the room was far more European and monastic, many of the bookcases being quite old, and original master pieces were displayed on the walls. Large and comfortable arm chairs were set up for leisurely reading of the many tomes covering topics such as political theory, military strategy, history, espionage, economics, sociology, genetics, poisons, geography, as well as many other subjects. Every classical text was available, as well as many rare, esoteric, and obscure or unconventional titles….especially in the area of so-called revisionist history.

A few of the professors began to wander over in a mix of curiosity, boredom, and confusion. Dr. Indira, however, grabbed their attention quickly and led them to their seats at the end of the table.

“We have already kept the Captain waiting far too long. I personally feel ashamed at our tardiness.”

“Where is this captain? Shouldn’t he be here?” Asked Dr. Virgina.

“Maybe we kept him waiting too long. Bloke probably wandered off. Hell, with this creepy computer screen staring at me, I would, too.” The English professor interjected.

“Nonsense. He has been here the entire time,” Dr. Indira replied, having seated her charges and taking up her own seat.

A chorus of “What? Where?”’s were subtly and dramatically answered by a flickering of light on the computer screen. Thousands of tiny lines of text flew by in green lettering, as the system stored, analyzed, and interpreted the information Dr. Indira uploaded from her CNS system. Now that it had the relevant data required for a smooth meeting, the screen switched to its personality display.

“Greetings, my honored guests! It is a privilege to finally meet you all in person. I trust Dr. Indira has treated you with the courtesy proper to my ship?”

////End transmission of Chapter I

///Incoming Transmission…Chapter II

I know some of my legions of supremely awesome readers were expecting a breath taking look at genesis & ancient gnostic texts or perhaps a piece on Transhumanism or perhaps something out of the blue, like another political piece or maybe just cheap German pornography. Sorry to disappoint you, but that’s all I’ve done so far anyway. Here’s a post by user Pope John Paul 1337 from &Z which I promised I was going to put up in the “What are YOU doing for humanity” article. Enjoy, or don’t, because I think only three people will read this article.

i dont need a dollar, its not necessary for me to answer this question, although i wont do it in 750 words, but just what i need to answer.Because taking the dollar influences your answer, a troll does not think, oh i will be honest, he thinks, oh a dollar. So i will decline.

Everyone is defining humanity everyday. We are self centered. Almost no one thinks on the whole. There are millions of people who think about the next bill coming in rather than the next generation. If we live every day paycheck to paycheck, we dont live, we operate. Its what we do outside that counts. Work is for comfort, not for benefit. When my dad raised me, it was not because of reputation, or because if i did stupid shit i would be his problem. He raised me the way he would like the world to be. People are changing the world, they just dont know it, its the invisible hand we dont see pushing us whatever direction. My dad was hit when he was raised, that is how things were done. That makes people more violent some studies show. If you raise kids to be loving, they will be. It is cliche but kids are the future, and that is the impression you will leave as a parent. When you raise your kid, you are influencing generations to come, sometimes hundreds of people. My dad taught me to ask questions, ask why, explore, learn. He taught me to be loving. Some way i lost my way, and i used drugs to explore. This doesnt always turn out bad, but in my case it did. I brought vicodin into school, with the mentality of a commune, that i would share my drugs, and get drugs in return and create a cycle of a better world. I ended up giving away all my drugs, my escape to freedom, only to ask for drugs in return as a sharing gesture, and got kids trying to sell my own drugs back to me. I became heartless. I stole from charities, the ronald mcdonald fund to pay for a big mac when i smoked weed. I stole from families on welfare. Nothing was off limits to me. I did whatever i wanted with the mentality that i would live fast and die fun. I got into a downward spiral, and i tried to kill myself, which i would have been sucessful. I didnt stop. I used drugs, anything i could get my hands on. I overdosed often. I woke up in a hospital bed halucinating. I thought i was in tokyo. I met myself for the first time. I said what are you doing? who are you? do you like yourself? i couldnt move, but i could see, and i could cry. Unfortunatley for me i would bullshit people so much i couldnt talk my way out of this one. I ended up going to different psychiatric places for over 2 years. 16 to 18. I got back to the real world and i am a stranger to the world. Things have changed. I feel like carving brooks was here into the beams above me.

I changed. I live every day experiencing something new. I am learning more than ever, and i face what comes my way. Im not sure if i will ever have kids, but ive met incredible people along my journey. I have learned to not get in peoples way, but tell them what you think is right and let them decide.

I am helping humanity by making the good known to people. Wether it be helping a friend with mental illness. Helping a heroin addict find her way herself. or making sure i know what i am doing. We live paycheck to paycheck. We are lost as humanity, i was lost but now i am found. I am helping people find their way. If i get one person to help someone, and i have helped that person. I think i have helped humanity. I will raise my kids when i am ready. But the world is about learning, and if you can get someone else to help you, you can help another person. I dont care if i am poor the rest of my life, i am looking out for people i dont know. People have helped me find my way. I feel like my duty to humanity is to at least do that for as many people as i can.

Yeah, I didn’t even bother to spell check or do anything really. Hooray.

This is too fucking grand, especially in light of my earlier post about the robotic drones the CIA & various other family-friendly organizations are utilizing for their Super Spectacular War On Guys We Don’t Get Along With All Too Well. Anyway, there’s not much to say about it, no real commentary or interpretation is needed. Just read:

A Hack of the Drones: Insurgents Spy on Spy Planes With $26 Software

The U.S. military does not think much of Iraqi militants’ technological capabilities. How else to explain the fact that their Predator drone surveillance planes used unencrypted links to send down to their military operators? The lack of encryption means that the drones’ data is less secure than most home wireless internet networks, a serious vulnerability in the unmanned aerial network.According to a story in The Wall Street Journal today, video feeds from Predator drones have been intercepted by militants in Iraq.  Senior defense and intelligence officials said Iranian-backed insurgents intercepted the video feeds by taking advantage of an unprotected communications link in some of the remotely flown planes’ systems. Shiite fighters in Iraq used software programs such as SkyGrabber — available for as little as $25.95 on the Internet — to regularly capture drone video feeds, according to a person familiar with reports on the matter [The Wall Street Journal]. Officials are saying that they don’t believe militants were able to take control of the drones, but by downloading the videos they were able to keep up with which areas were being monitored.

The Defense Department has responded by saying they discovered the vulnerability a year ago, and are working to encrypt all drone communications links in Iraq, Afghanistan, and Pakistan. However, there are at least 600 unmanned vehicles and thousands of ground stations to upgrade, so the security improvement will not happen overnight. However, officials say they have made technical adjustments to systems in key threat areas to block the signal interception.

The breach arose because the Predator unmanned aerial vehicles do not use encryption in the final link to their operators on the ground. (By contrast, every time you log on to a bank or credit card Web site, or make a phone call on most modern cellular networks, your communications are protected by encryption technology) [CBS News]. After a Shiite militant was captured in Iraq with a laptop full of intercepted drone feeds, and following similar discoveries, officials concluded that groups were trained and funded by Iran to intercept and share video feeds.

The problem is similar to street criminals listening to police scanners, according to Dale Meyerrose, former chief information officer for the U.S. intelligence community. The military has known about the vulnerability for more than a decade, but assumed adversaries would not be able to exploit it [AP]. The surveillance network described in most news reports suggests that the final link between the drone and the operator is between a satellite flying around in space and that that final link is unencrypted for reasons unfathomable to anyone with even cursory knowledge of network communications. Maybe they wanted to save on bandwidth costs [Crunch Gear]?

Following the publication of The Wall Street Journal’s story on the security breach, Bryan Whitman, a U.S. defense official and Pentagon spokesman, said on Thursday that they have fixed the leak, but declined to discuss any details.

Bloody beautiful.