BBD – Not Quite He Said, He Said

Langley is a bigger shithole than Norway edition.

(Cuz Nobody’s talkin’ ’bout you.)

Met him a year ago or so. Thought he was full of crap then. Maybe a hustler. Clearly someone in need of a corrective vision apparatus if one were to take his verbal romantic interest seriously.

Then he disappeared for a chunk of last year. Did mention moving to Texas. {People do that?}.

Turns out he instead moved to New Mexico. However, on the way back from a day trip from Mexico a border guard stopped them and verbally harassed repeatedly the lady he was with. There were drug-sniffing dogs. They found nothing because there was nothing to be found.

But, one assumes because as we know the Border Patrol and local police down there are completely bought by the cartels, the CIA, and various untouchable members of the Legislative Branch, just had to keep playing the bully, maybe to convince himself when he lets the drug smugglers across that he’s still somehow a “good guy.”

My new boyfriend, let’s call him Kevin {you already see where this is going, don’t you?} told the guard to leave his friend alone. The guard pushed his head. In what was of course a normal reaction, Kevin pushed his hand away.

He, because he insisted on a trial and held out for a while, plead down from assault on a federal officer to a misdemeanor and spent some five months and change in a Texas prison. That’s why I didn’t see him until earlier this week.

Did I mention he’s from Chicago? I know, too much right after saying to some friends I didn’t have the “take home” type in my life. But then he’s, in his own words, half African, quarter Irish, quarter Eastern Indian. And pretty from head to toe in my words.

It took a day after our first date to figure out what CIA’s real endgame is. Really only a couple of hours of quiet did the trick. I can’t quite show my homework on this one. Part of the idea is to of course forget the problem and let the unconscious figure it out. There was a lot of “loud” stuff that would take more attention, but then they laid groundwork for the other thing, quietly, like a small, thin thread among a bundle of ropes.

I figured it out about 37 seconds before this tweet. Yes, always have your Twitter gun loaded in case of emergency.

I am again wondering why CIA consistently insists on doing the sort of opposite of what it should if it really wanted me to clam up. But then I remember it’s run by psychotic Nazi clowns and it all becomes clearer.

Don’t think I’ll be elaborating just yet as to what that end game is. I just couldn’t resist letting them know I already know. 😀

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Unabomber Denial

Ran across this by a former FBI agent a few days ago. Involved a letter from Ted Kaczynski to a woman inquiring about Ted’s involvement with Dr. Henry Murray, who worked for the Office of Strategic Services, OSS, the precursor to CIA, before deciding to drug people and have them do personality tests at university in California.

While it is of course impossible to know for certain, there are some problems with Ted’s analysis. Overall, I think it clear that Murray had a formal or informal relationship with CIA during the period in question.

First, the entire point of a potential mind control/lone wolf covert ops program would be to make certain that the lone wolf has no idea that he is being influenced and/or controlled. This is, in general, so that CIA can deny involvement and so if a puppet, “zombie,” etc. were to fall into enemy hands no secrets could be divulged because the “human drone” doesn’t actually know any. {Yes, there’s probably some legalese overlap with the drone program over there.}

Ted stated that CIA was not involved in Murray’s research. He had and still has absolutely no way of knowing that for certain. Sometimes, as noted in the 1977 Senate report on MKULTRA, the researchers themselves and the institutions who received money from the CIA did not know that CIA was involved. On this, we can safely assume he doesn’t really know that answer.

Second he states that there was only one bad session with Murray and that he was not tortured into becoming the Unabomber. This I am inclined to believe. It really isn’t necessary to have someone in custody in order to alter their behavior. This was no doubt a big hurdle for CIA to be able to make events occur and maximize deniability.

They solved it. It is possible to cause sleep deprivation, for example, while the subject is in his own home. {Or, as US and Canadian diplomats noted in Havana last year, while in a hotel. Kind of makes it difficult to deny that possibility when it made international news. Though they eventually tried to call it mass hysteria/delusion even though at least one FBI agent reported similar symptoms}.

It is also possible, given Kaczynski started his spree in 1978, that the Frey effect, also known as the radio wave or microwave hearing or auditory effect, also known as voice-to-skull or V2S or V2K, had become operational by then. It was demonstrated publicly using a computer voice in 1973 and 1974 at a US university and would have been something CIA would have been very, very interested in.

Now, thanks to the Federation of American Scientists keeping a mirror copy of the one that the US Army deleted {and then issued two memos on the same day regarding the OIG having to report in the chain of command rather than be independent with regards to investigating civil rights abuses and to define “damage” from non-lethal weapons as having to be permanent}, we also know that voice-to-skull can be used subliminally. Whether or not that was so in 1978 is not known to me.

But then the point of also, and this is what CIA really learned from MKULTRA, drugging the subject makes them both appear–if not actually fit the definition–mentally ill and more likely to accept that whatever the voices in their head say are true and coming from some part of their own subconscious {or “God,” the devil, space aliens, whatever in your more extreme mentally disturbed subjects}.

So it is possible that Kaczynski was prompted to do what he did and had help writing his manifesto. You’ll note if that were true that the helpers were paid by CIA to help write it while Kaczynski was not. This is one of a half dozen things I mean when I say that ultimately mind control is about slavery. I hope that most of us, despite these trying highly politicized times, can agree that slavery is unacceptable, fascists/multinational corporate “Nazis” be damned.

At least the rewrite involving the documentary is now explained.

But what I’m seeing here, and let’s note that Kaczynski is and has been in custody for years now and who knows what else they’ve been slopping into his head since then, is the old bait and switcheroo. Make the argument about physical torture, prove that that probably didn’t happen, and then pretend that that therefore means there was no CIA control or influence where the Unabomber’s actions are concerned. This is an all-too-common thing we see pop up {like demolition of the buildings being the the touchstone of a 9/11 conspiracy when there are already clear connections between CIA and Al Qaeda / Afghanistan} when there’s likely to be something nefarious behind the scenes.

Finally, a quick change of subjects again, but I have to repeat it occasionally. The sort of diabolical nature of the big picture is CIA is beyond repair. It must be shut down and replaced and have some of its responsibilities moved elsewhere. At the same time, our corrupt government will simply use the occasion to further privatize it. In a lot of ways it already is with subcontractors and In-Q-Tel.

And that is where it is all going: Multinational corporate control with most of humanity in some form of slavery service to it. It might not look like ancient Egypt, but it will sure feel like it when they aren’t drugging us.

BBD – Strange Bedfellows

It should be noted first and foremost that things are so bizarre and twisted that the rules don’t apply. For example, the enemy of my enemy is not necessarily my friend. Second, I enjoy looking at Eric Prince’s point of view about as much as I enjoy looking at Nixon’s, which is to say not at all.

But then there’s the truth, or at least what is probably so. And thus, this post. I cannot recall if I detailed some of this some other time, and am short on time for hunting it down. Probably did. As one might note, this experience informs quite a bit of my fiction writing.

1986. University. Being so closeted gay that sometimes I even fooled myself , I was in the middle of a separation from my wife and there was an infant son. A friend and fellow theater major was an on and off again Christian. When he was on, he was on.

One evening he was over consoling me due to what would the following year become my divorce. He was pushing me to pray with him. I considered doing so mostly to get him to stop pushing it so hard.

At that moment, a garbage bag, which was sitting in the middle of the nearby kitchen as it had for the preceding two days due to my lazy funk, opened up on its own. Three cans rolled out, one just after the other in what was almost 90 approximately 45 degrees of each other directionally.

We both laughed, I conceded, and for the next several years I wound up getting deeper into religion until such point that I didn’t feel entirely welcome as a gay person and it was clear that there was a lot of politicization going on where things like the Lewinsky scandal was concerned.

Of course I now believe Langley was responsible for this “miracle,” though it would be 23 years before I’d even guess that.

2001. 9/11. Eric Prince was poised to do the dirty work for CIA, including hunting down Al Qaeda in what was clearly an assassination program. Prince saw it, as many Americans did and still do if to a lesser degree, as an attack on Christianity by Muslims.

Pushed to the side was talk of CIA radicalizing Afghan {and Saudi, in order to deflect ire against the Saudi regime} youth via USAID education to repel the Russians. The program in Afghanistan alone started in 1979 with a $35M budget under Carter and was later expanded by Reagan to $350M.

2003, Prince’s wife dies of cancer. 2008, Prince’s 12 year old son Christian saves the life of his younger son Charlie. All of this, coupled with the prosperity it all brought, likely reinforced most of his biases. He becomes the boogeyman for CIA.

Which is exactly how they like it. Much as they manipulated Afghanis, they manipulated Eric Prince. As they used them to make the CIA relevant again after the fall of the Soviet Union, they use Prince as a useful tool to both continue the animosity between religious extremists and as a means of explaining why they are doing it.

Ultimately, it’s just greed. But religion has a way now and again of helping us to ignore that and to point to alternative explanations that disguise the true nature of the CIA and other organizations like FBI. In reality, they served millionaires, later billionaires, and now multinational corporations. Why people do what they do in service to that is merely how they get the job done, not the reason it gets done.

On the flip side, I expect Sam Harris’ situation, which I mentioned a few posts down, is similar. Yet he is an atheist. Let’s pause and think about that.

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Jon Rappaport Names People Involved in the UFO Narrative

And suggests motive based on their backgrounds, largely biological warfare and medical.

 

via Will the next UFO disclosure be “biological threats from outer space?”

BBD – Veterans Affairs

Just learned that, as part of some initiative, the VA is asking veterans, like my dad, questions like the following:

“Do you want to kill someone?”

“Have you ever wanted to kill someone?”

“Do you think that the CIA is out to get you?”

And more.

Of course my father, whom CIA did not dose with LSD and probably a few to several other substances, ruin his long term relationship, ruin his career and finances, destroy his reputation and at least for a time his mind, make his dog so ill it had to be put to sleep and then try to convince him that they killed his grandmother the same way, and, since I haven’t mentioned it lately, burn down a friend’s apartment building with her and her father in it {see here in chapter 24 again, this time note 7} and then run a PSYOP on him utilizing olive oil in a truck tailpipe hours later, unsurprisingly answered in the negative to all those questions.

Let me save whoever some time and confirm that my mother, likewise, would answer negative to all those questions. Hell, I was two years or so into the harassment before I believed it.

Post-9/11 US intelligence community is as bad or worse than Cold War US intelligence community and not a single person went to prison for the excesses then. Why, then, is it so surprising that excesses and abuse continue?

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BBD – Pre-Wormwood [Updated]

I haven’t actually gotten through the first episode of Netflix‘s/Errol Morris’ miniseries about MKULTRA yet. I will watch it. Saw the opening and realized it was at least partially about Frank Olson who was murdered by CIA for, most likely, having a conscious when MI6 tested a deadly nerve gas on a few of their own airmen, [UPDATE] or perhaps due to there being truth to the US employing biological warfare during the Korean War [/UPDATE]. But not before they drugged him and made him crazy.

However, it does explain why they threw Hamilton Morris, Errol’s son, in my path back in November or December of 2014. Besides fitting the very basic description of ‘Janus,’ he had traveled in the footsteps, from what I can tell, of one or more of the MKULTRA toxicologists who were checking on legends and exotic plants south of the US border. He also lived in Brooklyn, as did I and that is where I saw Janus those few times.

As I noted at the time, I didn’t actually believe that Hamilton was Janus, merely that fascist forces within the US government wanted me to think so.

In any case, I originally contacted Hamilton in an attempt to identify one or more substances that, most likely the CIA, surreptitiously doped me with. Since then, I have at least tentatively identified LSD–no surprise–as one likely candidate due to the bright colors seeming to come off the wall at a diner on Lexington Avenue in January of 2010. I have updated Wicked Game with that information.

In addition, as I’ve noted before, there was–at a minimum–also something that either was testosterone or enhanced testosterone production while I was in Minneapolis, to increase aggression it would seem. What precisely that was, I don’t know.

In any case, now it makes some sense. Note that Eric Olson, son of Frank Olson is also a consultant on the show. Looking forward to it when I find the time.

BBD – What Dreams Are Made Of

Preambling One

Let me begin with what may have prompted this ill-advised act, though to be honest most of you aren’t likely to believe it anyway, so it’s a pretty safe thing to have done.

Yesterday included a tirade on the Twitter and the Macebook regarding the high likelihood that DoD is more likely running psychologically operations–made legal via the NDAA which Obama signed originally and gets renewed enthusiastically by Democrats and Teapublitarians alike every year–on the populace with regards to “UFO parts” than actually being in possession of parts of some advanced civilization’s technology. More likely, it’s an effort to convince us that there’s something to it, and therefore allow Congress to weaponize space and they can all get even more kickbacks than 9/11 cash cow provided.

Goodbye every one of your rights.

Or, maybe it was the side note where I suggested that perhaps New Atheist darling Sam Harris, when he works on his neuroscience and religion research projects, is likely working for CIA/DoD. He doesn’t seem to get that it was brainhacking that got us into this mess in the first place and that he is Johnny Come Lately to the let’s-fix-it-by-mucking-with-the-gray-matter party.

See especiallyWashington Post, “From U.S., the ABCs of Jihad.”

Preambling Two

The substance of this post is with regards to, possibly and probably, ultrasound non-lethal weapon technology. In order to get any of that, you should first see this SONY patent, which I rather rudely foisted on Barrett Brown earlier today, who is simply trying to play virtual video games without being ambushed by Trump’s non-virtual assassins.

I exaggerate. I joke. But only a little.

Ultrasound, assuming it wasn’t some rather effective hypnotic or subliminal suggestion designed to appear otherwise. Maybe they’re just trying to cajole the Chinese into solving some technical problem they’ve encountered that would make what I’m suggesting below impossible {such as through-the-wall ultrasound…don’t know how/if that’s doable}.

SONY Patent

For those who need some terminology, the cerebral cortex is the sensory and thinking part of your brain. Yes. “Data,” e.g., sight, sound, smell, etc., and perhaps even thoughts and ideas beamed right into your head.

The point: We are running out of time. We are already to the point that they can find someone to do whatever it is they want done. That’s bad enough. Waiting until they can get anyone to anything seems like suicide to me, but then all of this is hard to grasp for a layperson.

The Meat

Right. Sleeping. Having a nightmare. Don’t recall exactly what it was except I was, as in real life, in bed. Something was in the bed with me. I could not move nor open my eyes. Just about the time something wrapped around my neck and came closer behind me, I managed to move a leg, my upper body still frozen, and opened my eyes.

Then I saw what looked like a window, and there was a real window as well, but this one was much closer and was covered with frost. It was dark, of course. I asked myself where TF was I? It took some seconds before the fake window faded and I saw the real one.

The old nightmare within a nightmare trope. Fun times.

The “frost” kind of looked like ghosting when you stare at a bright light, but it covered most of my visual field in a squarish pattern. Possibly not ultrasound but lasers or something.

Who knows? In any case, I’ll let you in on a secret. There’s a small, perverse part of me that doesn’t want people to believe it. The misery-loves-company portion wants the worst to happen if only so I can say “Told you so.”

But then I also try to rise above that.

In any case, this would have been quite the unpleasant experience had I not already been through so many other unpleasant experiences previously. I can imagine it working nicely to convince someone else that there is no point in resisting. You might even convince them that resistance is futile. *

PS: Don’t try this at home. 😉

* See what I did there?

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