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Monday, February 20, 2012

If You Think It`s Crazy Now, You Just Wait ...

I have read just a little bit of the attack being mounted against Jeff Rense, and I`ll tell you this much:

Jeff Rense has linked to my articles when many other sites would not and did not. He linked to my Minot Manifesto when others would not.

He has treated my research and writing seriously from the very beginning, going back many years.

There are other alternative websites whose editors will not even respond to my e-mails.

Jeff Rense was supportive of me when I went to jail in North Dakota in 2010. You learn who your real friends are when the jackboot of the USA government is on your neck.

There are some really big names in the alternative media, darlings of the alternative Internet community who don`t even give me, my research and activism the time of day.

So I have to count Jeff Rense as a friend and supporter -- for years.

Here`s the way I see it: really big events are going to be coming down in the near future, in March, April, May, June, July ....

So you may see more hatchet jobs and vicious attacks on websites, personalities, radio shows, etc. at the same time as, or as a prelude to global financial chaos and collapse, possible nuclear warfare, notorious false flag attacks, coups d`état, assassinations, geological upheaval, catastrophic failure (by accident or evil plots) of more nuclear power plants, and so forth.

It`s all part of the fog of war, it`s all part of a huge play of maya, a huge conspiracy to confuse and cloud your thinking, to keep you from seeing clearly and understanding clearly what is happening.

The hard reality is that we are skating on the razor thin edge of nuclear war right now, in these very days and weeks. The machinery of war, and false flags is all set up, primed for action, ready to go at any time.

Let me illustrate part of what I mean with two brief YouTube clips. They are just two or three minutes long and are well worth watching. The first is from Stanley Kubrick`s film, "Barry Lyndon."


Barry Lyndon, La marche avant la charge


We are just about at the stage where the French officers start shouting orders to their troops and they open fire on the advancing British infantry with repeated, deadly, musket volleys at point blank range.

The next clip also illustrates starkly what is being rapidly set up right now.

La charge à Eylau - Le colonel Chabert

We are about at the 25 to 35 second mark right now, where the cavalry unsheath their swords en masse and the officer gallops down the line just before the massive murderous charge begins.

Have you ever faced off, all by yourself, unarmed, against overwhelming military force?

I have. More than once. I`ve watched it build layer by layer, weapon by weapon, directed against me personally. Starting with the first hurried drive-by military patrol. Then comes the marksman with the sniper rifle aimed directly at my head, lying prone just over the brow of a nearby hill. At any second he could squeeze the trigger and my head would explode like a watermelon before I could even flinch. I wouldn`t even hear the shot. Then come more troops with automatic rifles. Then come the helicopters with heavily armed assault teams, audible from miles away, whop-whop-whopping their way towards me. Then comes an armored vehicle with a heavy machine gun and machine gunner. Then comes an assault team advancing on me physically with weapons drawn, pointed directly at me, sternly shouting orders to put my hands in the air and fall forward on my face on the ground. Next come the handcuffs, chains and jail cell after jail cell.

At any point in this process I could be killed, by the USA military, by guards or inmates in jail, or here in South America by the CIA or its hired killers, suddenly and without any warning whatsoever, even now, just for writing these words, or maybe even especially for writing these words. Or I could be arrested here in South America by the FBI or CIA and flown to a secret prison and tortured or murdered.

The difference between me and many of those reading these words is that I recognize this harsh reality, whereas many of you remain in deep denial.

There is a really dark and violent control structure on this planet.

It enslaves people -- by the millions and billions. It exploits people. It ruthlessly kills people, in very large numbers. It mind controls people, by the millions and billions. And some of its most hideous, darkest control centers are in places like Washington, DC, Tel Aviv, Paris and London.

All I can say is: Free yourself if you can. Free your mind if you can. Wherever you may be.

The sacred, hyper-conscious plants of the Amazon have shown me that better days are certainly coming for humanity and the Earth, as surely as brightest day follows darkest night.

At the same time, even a cursory reading of the financial headlines and a quick look at the state of international relations and the preparations for major warfare in the Middle East with a real danger of spreading to other regions of the planet, show that it is probable that we, the human race, are just about to go through a real darkly violent and grim period in our history.

From everything I have seen March, April, May and June will be very trying and eventful, and the second half of the year may even exceed the coming months in drama.

That is why I have staged repeated nonviolent peace demonstrations on nuclear missile silos in the USA during my lifetime, in the hope that somehow others could be awakened and nuclear war can be avoided.

Nuclear war is not necessary. It does not automatically have to happen.

But enough humans have to concretely PERSONALLY DO SOMETHING to create an alternative scenario without nuclear warfare.

And please don`t engage in any childish, magical fantasies that feature you somehow miraculously catching the last flight for New Zealand out of Heathrow or LAX or JFK or Charles de Gaulle -- as apocalyptic mushroom clouds billow up behind you in the rear view mirror.

If you don`t stand up to be counted in times like these, then you simply lack the courage to stand up and be counted.

If you need a model to copy, if you can`t think of any courageous action to perform on your own, then you can always copy what I have done.

I won`t pretend that it is easy. I certainly cannot promise you that you will be safe.

In fact, I can tell you that going out on the nuclear missile silos is very hard, and fraught with danger.

By the same token, I very solemnly assure you that nuclear war is also neither safe nor easy, and absolutely fraught with the most hideous danger imaginable.

So we all choose to act or not to act, to publicly vote or not to publicly vote, according to our will.

What happens next is a result of our joint global preference. What is your preference?

And that, my friends, is not an academic question.

Sunday, February 12, 2012

The Ancient Wisdom Of The Infinite, Living Heart Of The Amazon

When I was younger I eagerly devoured the books of Carlos Castañeda as they appeared in print. I read and reread his descriptions of his encounters with the allies and the nagual. For me they were mysterious accounts of another world at serious odds with the insanity of the red-white-and-blue mental asylum north of the Rio Grande / Rio Bravo.

However, as I have spent more and more time in Latin America, beginning years ago in Mexico, I have found myself slowly being drawn onto the shamanic path. Back in the 1980s, I somehow managed to stumble across the path of some of Carlos Castañeda´s Mexican associates. A series of improbable events occurred over the course of several weeks that brought me face to face with the realization that, for whatever reason, I was interacting with a shamanic group whose life modus operandi and perception and mnanipulation of reality, whether physical, social or otherwise, was very substantially at variance with the rest of society.

More recently I have been involved with a number of South American shamans and the plant-based brews and concoctions that they use to access other realities. The effect for me has been to drive home the salient point that there is NO dividing line between the so-called physical world and spiritual realm.

The two are in fact part and parcel of the one and same continuum of reality, which is limitless in extent and mystery.

In recent weeks I have been working with malicagua, and even more so than ayahuasca or salvia divinorum, it has driven home to me the reality of the allies that Don Juan Matus taught Carlos Castañeda about. The same would be true of the nagual.

The shaman who is currently instructing me has told me that poweerful shamans of the past sometimes saw the essence of malicagua but that in its essential aspect it is impossible to rationally describe. It is beyond the ability of the human mind to comprehend. Malicagua is not bound in any way that the human mind can conceive. It is limitless.

The variety of beings that it brings calling is truly stunning. Many of them appear to be ordinary, everyday humans; so ordinary, in fact, that repeatedly I have found myself asking the shaman if they are his covert confederates that he has slyly sent to trick me or confound me. He smiles and says, no, that these are all beings that mnalicagua is sending to me for its own unknown purposes and reasons.

In one recent ceremony an ordinary-looking man unobtrusively entered my field of vision as I sat quietly behind the shaman´s house. I perceived that he was sent by malicagua so I asked him if he had a message for me. He slowly turned toward me and silently beckoned for me to come closer. I approached him and he put his face right in front of mine. I then saw that this was no ordinary man and that his response was no ordinary answer, because his eyes were windows directly into the void. As I gazed at his eyes I saw that they opened directly into the limitless, indescribable, infinitude of total nothingness. Nothingness, because there are absolutely no words or mental concepts in our modern languages or cultures to describe or understand the reality of what his eyes expósed to my consciousness.

Sometime later, I became aware that another human being had appeared in front of me. This was a solitary Amazonian warrior wearing a mioderately large, circular feather headdress. He was very solemn, almost regal in his prospect. His head was backlit with a soft golden glow. His face was painted with a greenishish-blue pigment.

Later when I was describing him to the shaman it was his feeling that this man was a shaman-warrior from deeper in the Amazon, perhaps from Brazil or Peru, whom I may meet in person in the future.

When I was studying South American geography, back in the 1980s, the professor used to impress upon the class that the Amazon jungle is the lungs of the planet. Kill the Amazon, and the Earth as we know it is done. Now that I am here in South Amnerica I am sure that he was right. The fortunes of this planet and the human race rise and fall with the fortunes of the natural world, with the fortunes of the great forests on this planet, in particular, the grandest of them all, The Amazon.

As I meet more and more spirits of the forest, as the medicinal plants of South America speak to me and reveal more of themselves and their reality to me, ranging from spirit warrior allies carrying blow guns, bows, arrows and lances, and also a whole slew of very ordinary looking, Western European-type human beings, both male and female, to tree people, to hyper-conscious insect beings, to animals ranging from owls, to armadillos, snakes and javelinas, the veil between the natural spirit world and the everyday world of consensual social reality is becoming more and more tenuous.

In fact, this is what the so-called Powers That Be fear so much. They are in absolute dread of large numbers of people establishing a conscious connection with the natural world, because that fundamentally threatens the machine consciousness, the artificial, mechanical, machine driven control structure they have spent so many centuries clamping down on this planet.

But there is no future in their vision, no life juice in their hollow, mechanical, artificial reality that they impose by genocidal military force on people after people, country after country.

One of the things that malicagua has shown me is that the time is coming when humanity will run joyfully through the forest singing ecstatically at the top of our lungs in a magical, majestic symnphony of life, in planetary concert with the mighty trees of the deep forest. All of humanity in joyful, full throat harmony with the mighty, ancient trees of this world´s forests.

Huge changes will soon be upon us. Much of what is coming will be far different than what the so-called ruling elite of this planet expect. This is because they lack a spiritual core, they are hollow, soulless entities. For this reason, spiritual realities are incomprehensible to them, they cannot begin to fathom them.

But they have had their day. They have held sway and had their say. Chance after chance has been extended to them to turn from their ruinous, self-destructive course. Even now they could express genuine remorse for their multitudinous heinous deeds and throw themselves on the mercy of the Universe. But this presupposes a measure of humility and introspection that they appear to lack. And so it does appear that their fate is sealed. They will continue to cause enormous harm to the planet and all its creatures right up to the last instant --and then they will exit the global stage and a new era will begin

When I first began to drink malicagua the shaman came and took my watch from me. He said it was better for him to do that, because malicagua does not like watches. If people do not remove them beforehand, then after drinking malicagua they routinely remove their watches and fling them away into the underbrush. He also took my belt. Malicagua does not like leather either. People also routinely take off their belts and throw them away in the bushes.

Malicagua does not like to be metered or constrained. Just pure, infinite, natural consciousness, flowing like a mighty river straight from the Infinite Living Heart of the Amazon.

This is what the Powers That Be want to kill. But in the end, Mother Nature does prevail, in a manner that they absolutely do not expect, could never predict, do not comprehend, and moreover will not believe, not even when they are personally confronted with it to their very faces.