The Nut-Shell: What ‘Mind Control’ Means, It’s Implications

Copying and pasting from Twitter with probably some edits. Don’t know. Haven’t done it yet. Or have I? Difficult to remember. ;D

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There’s the word problem. Is [behavioral modification] exactly slavery? If someone is hypnotized into doing something, is it? Probably not. But when you also PSYOP and [exploit] things like Ryan’s familial loss[, the death of his wife and daughter by a drunk driver]…well, did he really have a choice? [And there’s the standing question of what free will means anyway. Neuroscience tends to doubt its existence.]

[This is one of the many] hurdles when discussing something that most people either don’t believe exists, or, if they do, misunderstand. [It’s not necessarily torture and forgetting. Sometimes it’s as simple as knowing a person better than they know themselves and exploiting that. A little push. A little hurdle to make sure they turn the direction you want, or don’t turn, continue forward. And since it can work on the majority of people, the idea that a confirmed target is more dangerous than most anyone else is just fear talking. Though I wouldn’t always say “We have nothing to fear but fear itself,” it’s true much of the time.]

We can’t get regulation of things decades old now. Imagine how long we’re talking about, how many years [before people even understand the methods and means available, much less the implications. It’s a fools errand to attempt to be a regulation activist unless you’re immortal.]

And oversight. Are you kidding me? We vote. We don’t elect. Elect requires [or at least implies] a choice. [Generally speaking, candidates] are decided by moneyed interests, [and those interests] would clearly love to bring back slavery [because only the bottom line matters to them, not how they got there.]

So what, precisely, this side of mass suicidal civil war, rebellion, revolution, horrors repeated from history’s past, can possibly rectify the situation? What is supposed to be the mitigating factor? Who is supposed to utilize it? [Because, apart from a broken ‘Manchurian candidate’ mercy-killing a sick sea lion in fiction, I can think of nothing that would work. Nothing meaning that which cannot be seen, technically doesn’t exist except as some neuochemical cocktail in our brains. Yes, despite scholars stating Shakespeare referred to female anatomy as ‘nothing’ in his title including that word, I rather also think he meant love. Benedick and Beatrice clearly thought so. They’re not in love, you know.]

We’re in new territory [because it isn’t precisely slavery, just something akin to it.] Except of course science fiction [and even the Bible and other religious texts, somehow I should think, have] for decades and decades [centuries and millennia] predicted it, virtualized it [and illustrated it]. Now it’s here. What do we do?

Does it have to get unbearably bad for a majority before things get better? That’s not a very effective way to run [an elected representative] society, IMO. Dictatorships aren’t either. Neither is any flavor of what they have in Saudi Arabia. [No system is perfect. Who expects perfection? Not me. But this means totalitarianism no matter which system it operates under, Capitalism or Communism…same result: Quasi-Slavery.]

The correct solution is clearly openness. But it ceases to be as effective when it’s exposed. At least the puppet masters think so.

Truth is Russia and China probably know a whole lot more about the US version than the American public.

Which means what? It is the American [and allied] public that [the US and ‘Five Eyes’] want to hide it from.

Which in turn means what? They know [that the public] wouldn’t approve. Though the viciousness is getting so [prevalent through demonization of ones political opponents] there’s [going to] undoubtedly be a small minority saying, “So what? You served your country,” [But that] really means some rich asshole’s interests[, not the public as a whole. While it might sometimes be true that helping the rich helps the economy and all of us–eg, trickle down theory, it is clearly not working right now.]

They say things to themselves like, “It’s necessary,” as if democracy would go ‘poof’ if they didn’t.

See the joke there? Democracy has gone up in smoke because they did it. Like a wisp of smoke.

Which was an additional reason I titled that unfinished story The Wisp, beyond the trickster legend. [Refers to eternal vigilance, and what happens when you forget what that means, if you like.]

Terrorist Are Made, Not Born

http://www.icsahome.com/articles/terrorists-are-made–not-born-stahelski

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The Proper Path

“…don’t be alarmed. That indicates only that you are still sane.”

That is if you’ve been following the Twitter and it doesn’t entirely make sense. Not supposed to. Or at least perhaps only to a select few, and I don’t have their email addresses.

“We’re not out of the woods yet.” —Everyone

There are several things I’d rather be doing right now. However, duty calls.

Let me begin by addressing some YouTube video where the following appears to occur. Note, I haven’t watched it, merely had this described to me in five minutes of my life I shall probably never be able to retrieve. It goes, I’m told, like this:

A} In a public park, a stranger, who is in on the ploy, asks a person who apparently is not in on the ploy if they can borrow their cellphone to make a call. Person allows it.

B} Now the “ployers” have the patsy’s phone number. The phone rings. Person answers. They are told not to talk but to get up and go to another place in the park.

Note: This is where I, as I’m sure many others, would have told them to go f*** themselves. Not so the six or so people in the video.

C} Person arrives to find a tablet with a video on it. Video contains kidnappers and a little girl. Video kidnappers state that there is $100,000 elsewhere in the park, tells them where, and they have a choice: Take the money and the girl dies; leave the money and the girl lives.

The video shows five out of six took the money, which was fake and they are stopped by the self-righteous “ployers” who shame them into giving it back so that they can put other people through the same trauma.

There are several ways to run with this. Assuming for a moment that you believe for an instant that there are kidnappers who do this, and then actually kill a little girl {this is the general plot to The Button, by the way, except—SPOILERS—the ployers are spies and space aliens}, if you’re that dumb, let’s take it to the next step.

First, the one person who refuses the money is African American and homeless. This almost makes me want to like the idea despite my many other misgivings.

But let’s also put three other things in mind. First, the 0.1% have made certain that we live in a society where money is really important—because they have most of it—and at the same time ensured that the rest of us have less of it than we used to, or at least less spending power even if the technical numbers are otherwise higher. Second, some people are programmed to be tribal: That is, “not my kid, my kids can now go to college” is not entirely unaltruistic. Third, this is also oddly similar to the Joker’s {played by Heath Ledger} ploy with the two ferries in that Batman movie.

And I could go on about editing. We saw how James O’Keefe III {speaking of JOK3rs} made it appear as if ACORN was condoning child prostitution, while the original told an entirely different story.

It’s all over the place but the bottom line, the “moral” of the story would seem to be that being poor makes you a better person. See again from above: “First, the 0.1% have made certain that we live in a society where money is really important—because they have most of it—and at the same time ensured that the rest of us have less of it than we used to, or at least less spending power even if the technically numbers are otherwise higher.”

Start: Aside to an asshole

Yes. I can still see you, Mr. Dinosaur, Mr. 0.001%, Mr. DeepState. You’re not quite everywhere, but prolific enough to be scary. That is, if I couldn’t see you and what you’re doing. The only thing puzzling me is why you still live.

Not that I want you dead. I’m having way too much fun messing with you and therefore hope you live to a hundred. Which, if descriptions are accurate, shouldn’t be all that far off.

End: Aside to an asshole.

{Again, these two previous paragraphs are related to the Twitter stuff. Ignore it. Clearly I’m schizo. What else could it be? Certainly not walking a similar jagged line as Shakespeare’s Hamlet did, enjoying plausible deniability}.

And so the message is hidden. The Big Move: Black Man has a heart. The smaller move hidden by the Big Move: Being poor is better than being middle class. It is in a way, but the motives of the ultimate author of this ploy aren’t pure but rather selfish. He’s trying to get you to give up on the American dream so he and a few others can have it all. More like Saudi Arabia than a Marxist state, I assure you.

Moving on. I heard today about yet another potential organized stalking victim from an acquaintance who considers, or perhaps used to consider, this guy a friend. I probed for details to try to get a feel for it. Mostly, I would tend to think that the man described it actually paranoid schizophrenic and is imagining all of it. Or almost.

The problem, going back to the basics here, CiA went to a lot of trouble attempting to create fake symptoms for all kinds of maladies, including mental illness. A clear cry for help from a diseased institution aside, it becomes very, very difficult to tell the difference. In fact, as I’ve noted before, this nonsense can actually make you insane even if you weren’t insane when it started. So, chicken and egg, really.

But the acquaintance, who accepted that such things do happen sometimes, noted that he didn’t think his friend was that important. I’ve covered that typical reaction before as well. Sometimes in fact it’s because the person is a nobody that they are selected. There’s some criteria related to psychological makeup, for example, that has nothing to do with fame.

What is the end game, then, the acquaintance asked? I suggested he might have to wait to see whom his friend shoots to discover that. He suggested it would, though he didn’t actually think him capable of murder, wind up being racially motivated.

There you go. I suggested that while we all eat each other, we aren’t banding together and demanded better healthcare for all, or similar. Because it’s not money we’re running out of; it’s power and influence.

I figured it would end there, but then the acquaintance added one more thing. “They try to drag you down.” He meant people who suffer from mental illness.

I reminded him that during the 1980s the public mental health system was gutted to ensure the future of the Reagan tax cuts. Which benefit the 0.1% especially.

And then it clicked: It could be all of those motives at the same time. 3-D Chess, furrealz.

Check and mate, Mr, White.

Notice what you find in both of those stories? That’s what it is. And that’s really all that it is. Madness. And yet there’s method in’t.

BBD – Not Blogging It

Instead I’m doing the text versions of a montage followed by an impressionist {or some other movement} painting to describe yesterday’s “chance meetings”/diversion. I will start with relevant quotes that I find hilarious and throw together some memes.

The Bitter Sting of Tears

Or how PSYOP are actually used sometimes to influence artists.

Causally connectible

Yet nothing is invincible.

Sting was at one time self-identified as a Marxist. This was the result of having seen so much poverty on his trips around the world with Andy Summers and son and brother to CiA officers Stewart Copeland.

Similarly, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle was a strong believer in science and reason. It wasn’t until after he killed off his world famous character that he started to dabble in the occult, the New Age-y stuff. While this is before CIA’s formation, let’s keep in mind that the UK government was likely even more prickly than the US is now in a lot of ways.

I’ve also written in the past about the PSYOP run on Alan Moore. You can see the post two down regarding the author of The Exorcist and why it was that book and movie really came to be.

Sting and his band mates went through some stuff between Zenyatta Mondatta and Spritis in the Material World. Sting began for some reason reading a lot Jung. As I noted on Twitter yesterday, between the weird nightmare around, suspect just after, the time the USSR early warning system went haywire and showed that the US had launched a first nuclear strike, as well as the weird prediction that something bad was going to happen to Michael Jackson some months before the Pepsi commercial accident in January 1984, I, too, became fascinated with the subjects of ESP, etc.

That came to an end when yet more PSYOP were run regarding less exotic Christian themes and I had my own divorce, as the members of The Police had between Spirits and Synchronicity.

Of course I’m still a fan of Sting. Whether he was used–he probably was–and how he was used doesn’t entirely matter. It’s just something to note. As one reviewer said about Dream of the Blue Turtles, the whole non-material stuff {“forever conditioned to believe that we can’t live, we can’t live here and be happy with less”} would be a lot easier to take from a non-millionaire.

There’s this from “They Dance Alone”:

Hey Mr. Pinochet

You’ve sown a bitter crop

It’s foreign money that supports you

One day the money’s going to stop

No wages for your torturers

No budget for your guns

Can you think of your own mother

Dancin’ with her invisible son

A good sentiment. And yet as we’ve seen ever since, even humanitarian crises are frequently leveraged for more warfare. They have games us, from every angle. We can see Democrats, who for years laughed and ridiculed Republicans for believing things demonstrably untrue now gobbling up and latching on to lies regarding chemical weapons attacks, and again a bizarre defense of Israel even when that country is performing what appears to be genocide. It’s damn strange.

Feel like I’m veering off here, but I wondered for a moment when I read that Hillary Clinton claimed her favorite book was The Bible if she hadn’t been brainhacked as well. Now, I’m fairly convinced of it, other things and complaints aside. The whole health issue looks more to me like remote torture than a naturally occurring problem as well. But how can I know for certain?

At any rate, I’m sure there are Americans who would approve of the Department of Defense, the CiA, and the FBi using subterfuge to decide what American thought and sentiment should be. But I’m also certain that if it were all opened up and exposed, that those people would be in the minority. It’s un-American. It’s, if you believe in Him, against God’s will to prevent people using the free will He gave them, such as it is.

And it is downright f***ing evil to kill and ruin people in the pursuit of what a few powerful figures think is God’s will and to try to foist that onto the rest of us. It has to stop.

BBD – The Undead Bride

Ok, a bit melodramatic on the title. It’s actually not quite that bad…quite. And mostly it’s just weird.

I’ve broken up with, let’s call him the Black Rose, three times. Pretty much once a day since the post a bit down below.

Though he seems to recall the event, I mean events–all three of them–he doesn’t seem to be taking in what it means. And really, all three tines it was at least partially mutual. First, we aren’t compatible.

Of course I should take a moment and explain why I’m only partially available in the first place, but then those who have been following on the Tweeter probably already have a good idea as to why that is.

Anyway, back to the ground hog day “relationship,” we agreed via the phone to be friends and leave it at that. Since then, right back to we-never-never-broke-up-land. {See what I did there? I’ll bet you did.}

So I’m asking myself–understanding that, yes, somehow brainhacking is at work here, I mean if you look at the original post, he could do a lot better for what he’s looking for and a better match…he just doesn’t seem to want to.

So, again, I’m asking myself why this is happening. I mean apart from the obvious distraction and annoyances, why?

Can’t help recalling some of the weird scenes in Cable Guy. There’s a joke there in itself, but I can’t tell you what it is. Privacy only exists these days between the various victims of the Deep State, but we still need it.

But some of those scenes, like where the family can’t seem to understand why Broderick’s character is so disturbed and upset by Carrey’s character. And his friends, etc., except one {yes, readers of the fiction, it is the real world ‘Brian,’ who really does resemble the fictional Brian in so many ways those two chapters practically wrote themselves. But I digress. Again.}

In other words, it very much feels like they’re about to repeat the same bullshit that they did back in 2009: Loss of job, family, friends, and nigh unto homeless.

What can you do? Well, you can delay it. You can point out that you see that as one potential outcome of whatever ops they have planned. You can prepare.

But of course if CIA or one of those other effed up organizations really want you homeless and on the street, I assure you, they can do that. Pinky promise that they can. Your money can disintegrate under the weight of various lawsuits or sudden things you owe that you don’t even recall having purchased much less forgot to pay for. They will subtly and consistently convince your family, friends, co-workers that you are unstable. This is especially convincing because they can and will also make you unstable. That was the point of the LSD shit they pulled in the 50s and 60s.

So where does that leave us? More specifically, me?

“I don’t know. I’m just making this up as I go along.” Or something like that.

BBD – Free At Last

That’s slightly bad humor. In reality, he’s not as bad as, for example, I suggested when I dumped him a few minutes ago.

However, the goal was mostly achieved. I’ve been saving a little bit over the past two years at my minimum wage, then a bit more job. The purpose was to be able to afford a used car after DeepState destroys the one I currently have.

I had been wondering since the real purpose of my Toronto trip was to get me to spend all my retirement money for naught, since I was unable to get asylum there, despite the partial knowledge about CIA’s torture program. The US hadn’t been downgraded enough despite that and the jailing of Barrett Brown due to his reaction to having been harassed, nor Aaron Swartz’s suicide.

In any case, Mission Partially Accomplished. I tried to help him despite the obvious dark humor as you can read in the original post below.

This is the real dark humor that Sibel recently mentioned. What she and others don’t seem to get is, for example, Reality Winner wouldn’t have to be in on any nefarious plot in which she was used. That’s where we are. I’ve pointed it out time and time again. Of course, neither does it mean Ms. Winner is insincere. Mass surveillance means you can find funny and effective at the same time, given so many to choose from.

Trying to explain to people you care about that they might be being manipulated typically doesn’t work. And so you have to argue on the more mundane level. He used me, whether he intended to or not. I don’t blame him for wanting a better life. I just wish he’d realize he needs to start helping to build that for himself, that I don’t have unlimited resources.

That, and I have a higher calling: Smashing Deep State into little bitty bits.

BBD – What Rape Accusations Are {Sometimes} Made Of

Not all my axes live in Taxes.

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I’m quickly rewriting this even though it occurred eight years ago and I’ve forgotten many of the details. I have been unable to find where I wrote it after occurred, but that’s ok since I was still being surreptitiously drugged back then.

2010. Minneapolis. Went on a date with a friend of an ex. We were both to some extent seeking revenge plus trying to answer the question, “What if I’d been with him instead of the ex?”

To the point, we ended with him extremely intoxicated at my place.

He kicked me out of bed–literally, or perhaps more precisely, leg-lifted me–for trying to kiss him. It was so over-the-top, I just laid on the floor laughing for several minutes.

He got on the phone and called someone. It went kind of like this:

Normal, drunken voice: “Hey. Hey. Hey, Matt.”

Now whispering: “He…help me.”

This repeated a few times before Matt or whatever his name was hung up and refused further calls.

I knew something was up at this point and stayed away. In the morning, he approached me, we had sex.

He then tried to steal the condom, but dropped it in the hallway on the way out.

This occurred shortly, can’t recall but less than two weeks, before the news of Assange’s Sweden charges hit the news.

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