Sidewalk Catharsis

Clif High over at Half Past Human put up a post some weeks ago that left me clucking in mild disbelief.  I’m pretty willing to follow where people lead me at least long enough to make up my mind about it, but this was too much for me.   Then a couple days later somebody shouted something at Queen Beatrix and a panic ensued amongst the attendant crowd.

Could it be?  Could the Queen actually be a “reptilian”, from off world who was momentarily unmasked by someone shouting, “The Word”, thus throwing all nearby into panic when she was momentarily exposed?

Hmmm……

Well, that’s all it took.  Off I went on a quest seeking all I could learn about this area.  I have learned enough that I want to share it with you now.  But first let me warn you.  I found this data disturbing as I studied it.  Just last night I ran it by my best buddy and sounding board, Conspiracy Bill.  After an hour and a half of listening to me expound this material Bill hung up, drank a bunch of beer and passed out leaving a ham hock boiling on the stove.  He nearly burned his house down.

Bill and his home are fine (if a bit malodorous), but there is a lesson there.  Do NOT read this if you are easily disturbed.  Do NOT read this and operate heavy machinery or engage in otherwise risky behavior.  I disclaim all responsibility for any difficulty you may have with this information.  Here goes:

First, credits.  This data comes from a variety of sources most of which I will not name.  Alex Collier has issued a large portion of this material and he wants people to spread his message – so I credit him.  But do not mistake this for a simple rehash of Alex’s data.  I actually have come to disagree with Alex on a number of points.

You are not a body.  You are an immortal consciousness and have lived more lives in more bodies than can be easily calculated with Earth mathematics.  You have a nearly infinite past, AND a nearly infinite future.  Why don’t you know this already?

Our galaxy is but one of many that is teeming with life.  There are four general classes of life.  Hydrogen breathers, Methane Breathers, Ammonia Breathers, and Oxygen Breathers.  Of the four, oxygen breathers are the most rare.  In the Milky Way there may be only a few billion oxygen ecosystem worlds.  Nothing compared to the hundreds of billions of hydrogen ecosystem worlds.

The hydrogen breathers are the oldest, most numerous and most powerful races.  They have massive reptilian bodies.  More important than how they look though is their time sense.  Their worlds tend toward simplicity and their sense of time is at a slower pace than ours.  You could say that they operate at a slower frequency than we do.  They find us hard to understand and thus wars have been fought between humans and reptilians many times.

All sentient races are telepathic.  Squeezing air between vocal cords and forming sounds is a sadly degraded form of communication.

The sentient races are also all and every one, not their bodies.  We are all fundamentally the same sort of entity – spirit if you will.  Non physical.  Not native to this universe at all.  In fact, this universe was created as a projection for us to interact with one another in.  It is like a giant stadium, and we each wear a different class and race of body like sports teams wear jerseys, and life itself is a stupendously larger and richer activity than the existence we live on our little planet.

The oxygen breathing races have a Council that meets on a planet near the star Andromeda.  They have very little in the way of government and have no monetary system at all.  Money is actually unknown throughout most of our galaxy.  The advanced races just don’t use it or even really understand the concept.  That’s because economics is an artificial control mechanism used to enslave us here on Earth.  One of many such control systems.  But the Andromedan’s do have a few government agencies that take care of group functions like making war.  Yes, they make war.  They try not to but it is unavoidable sometimes.

So, “death and taxes”, are not inescapable.  They are, in fact, damn lies!

One of the Andromedan government agencies is the Upliftment Bureau.  That Agency is in charge of helping members of their society that have been so traumatized by war, by misfortune, by loss of all kinds dealt them in life that they can no longer function in society.  They have many techniques to help these unfortunate spirits (and they know they are dealing completely and only with spiritual degradation), but they inevitably and always fail at some point to rehabilitate a being.  There is a dividing line they have.  When a being is so battered by life that they can no longer communicate telepathically they are taken to a planet populated by similarly damaged beings.  It’s a sort of a retirement home for ‘dying’ spiritual beings – that are not really dying because the one thing they cannot ever do is actually die.

Earth is one such dumping ground.  Call it a sanitarium.  Call it a garbage heap.  Call it what you like.  Each and every being on this world is here because we are so deranged that the larger society of the galaxy cannot tolerate proximity to us.  Earth is not the only such world.  There are many.

Earth is peopled by a combination of at least 22 different oxygen breathing races.  Each race holds to some of its’ native characteristics, which is the real reason that Earth has such a variety of body types, colors, what have you.  Genetics plays a huge role in this, but ultimately it is unimportant.  Think of genes as lego blocks used to build bodies of all types.  What matters is who is driving the body.  Not the construct.  Enough about genetics already (sorry Alex)!

Being that we live on an abandoned spiritual garbage dump and do not even know who we are, where we came from, or why we are here, we are easy prey.  A race of oxygen breathers called the Dow have taken up residence on Earth and 21 other similar worlds.  The Dow are still technologically and spiritually advanced, but they are the galactic equivalent of gangsters.  They are here to serve themselves.  They see us as a natural resource.  As a slave race for them to toy with and “farm”, for any hedonistic pleasure that they want.  They are a criminal gang more than a true race, and they have reptilian allies in their gang.  They have ruled us and ruled this planet for hundreds of thousands of years.  The Dow have invented the major dogmatic religions on this planet entirely as systems of control.  They have cleverly crafted money and economics to enslave us.  They use the media, movies, TV and advertising to herd us into doing what they want.  They are very clever at manipulating us.  They use us for any pleasure they desire, and when we grow numerous enough to frighten them they cull our numbers with wars and engineered diseases.  They have been given free reign to do this because the greater galactic society has long since given up on us.  If one were looking for hell, and found Earth, it would do just fine as a hell in any religion.

The Dow are physically like us – though they are much taller and thinner with very pale skin.  They use meat clone robots that we recognize as, “the greys”, to do their menial work.  They have enormous underground bases on Earth, the Moon, and Mars.  They are allied with our world shadow government and have been so since the 1950′s – though our race is nothing more to them than helpless beings that they can use at their whim.

The Dow have the same level of technology as any galactic race, which includes a great deal of technology on controlling spiritual beings through what we would call brain washing.  I will not go further into that than to say that this is the primary reason we do not remember who we are or where we come from.  The Dow have been working on us for many tens of thousands of years to obliterate any memory that might give us reason to challenge them.

Some of the Dow live in their own bodies in these bases, but some of them have to inhabit our bodies in order to conduct their operations.  Their method is very simple yet devastatingly effective.  They selected certain bloodlines of human bodies to inhabit.  The reptilian races of the galaxy are governed by a royal caste, so they created royal bloodlines of bodies to occupy.  The oxygen breathing Dow occupy bodies of economically powerful human families.

When one of these families has a child, it is raised to the age of 3 and then, in a very deliberate and ancient ceremony, the child’s body is brought to the brink of death and the native Earth soul is driven out of it.  Then an aging body containing a Dow spirit is brought in an killed.  The Dow spirit then occupies the “dead”, child’s body and resuscitates it.  Thus have the Dow been able to maintain control of Earth generation after generation.  They have different names and bodies – but they are the same being coming back time and again.  These rituals are interpreted by superstitious humans as satanism and child sacrifice.  They are in a way, but the child’s body lives – carrying the Dow spirit forward for another generation.

Now we come to “The Word”.  Per Clif, it is something that can be sung or spoken that momentarily exposes a reptilian for what they are.  The assumption is that the reptilians use a hologram to make them look human.  That is not true.  They are a reptilian spirit in a human body.  Recall they the are telepathic.  They have to conceal their telepathy around Earth spirits to maintain their camouflage.  Reptilians do not like oxygen breathers and look down on us contemptuously.  I imagine that The Word could be any phrase of challenge that would cause the reptilian to momentarily loose control and angrily flash their true nature out telepathically in response.  One would “see”, a horrible, menacing reptile monster in their mind’s eye on such an occasion.  Perhaps that’s what panicked that crowd around Queen Beatrix in the story mentioned above?  Note that she had to be rushed into seclusion until she could get herself composed enough to appear publicly again.

So, is this the end of the story?  Are we truly humped?

No.  Something marvelous is happening.

About 5,000 years ago (my guess) the advance parties of a new and much higher level race began to appear in our galaxy.  When I say higher level, I mean much more spiritually powerful than any of the races here currently.  They are so serene and so majestic that they can live among any race without being disturbed.  They have supreme tolerance of others and exude pure “love” at a remarkable level.  They came here with one purpose – to rehabilitate, to “uplift”, all the beings in this galaxy.  Where the current galactic races here have always failed, this new race has the technology and will to actually reverse the degradation of spirits.

Gautama Buddha was such a being.  There have been others (or perhaps the same being coming back lifetime after lifetime?).

They probably have been active on many worlds, but they have definitely been active here.  The first “shout”, heard around the galaxy was the Bill of Rights of the U.S. Constitution.  That document put forth concepts that were previously unknown anywhere in this galaxy.  The concept that a being has certain rights that cannot and must not be violated.  That the violation of those rights is an offense against not only the individual being – but against God.  That document established the miracle that is the United States of America.  It is absolutely impossible for such a concept to arise from a population of beings so thoroughly degraded as the beings now native to this planet.

The Dow being what they are have worked long and hard to extinguish the ideas in the Bill of Rights and are close to success.  But they are too late.  The Andromedans have noticed this amazing turn of events and, after long deliberation, decided to remove the Dow from this planet so that they can observe what else we can develop if we are out from under the Dow’s boot heels.  The removal process has already begun.  The wars Ed Grimsley sees in the night sky over Nevada are the Andromedans and their allies sweeping aside the Dow and their allies in the human shadow government.  The main Andromedan fleet and their mother ships will be here this fall (according to Alex Collier) to complete the process of the removal of the Dow.

The late Bill Cooper once said that unless you take into account the ET agenda on this planet you cannot understand Earth politics.  He was murdered for saying such things openly.  Let us take him at his word and look at the current political scene.  Why are TPTB demolishing the world economy?  Why did they manufacture the Gulf Oil spill and why are they perpetuating it?  These actions make no sense unless you look at them from the Dow perspective.  The Dow are loosing.  They know that the Andromedans will soon be here in force.  They are literally trying to destroy the Earth socially and environmentally in the hope that the Andromedans will decide it’s not worth fighting for and go away.  It’s also a feeble attempt to blackmail the Andromedans.  ”Come any closer and we will destroy everything!”

The Dow are wrong.  The Andromedans will not stop.   They want us free of external influence so that they can watch what we come up with.  Why?  Because the biggest problem they and all the other advanced races have is “upliftment”.  They have never succeeded to rescuing a single soul from an eventual fall into degradation.  Yet we have given them a large scale demonstrations that just that is happening here on Earth.  The Andromedans want to, and must, for the sake of their own survival and the survival of every sentient species in this galaxy, find out what the heck is going on here on Earth.  They may or may not know about the advanced beings that are or have been here helping us.

Now, one last caveat on this story.  Some time in late 2012 or late 2013 there is a planetary calamity expected to hit the Earth.  It happens every so often.  Pole shift?  Maybe.  The Andromedans may not be able to do anything to help us deal with that.  That’s all a bit mysterious.

But this fall is promising to be a very eventful time.  Many of our bodies will not survive it.  Take heart.  We have already accomplished so much on this planet that we cannot stop now.

What is our destiny?  What do you want it to be?

Well, the bailout of the Euro a few weeks back seems to have triggered the

long anticipated world wide financial avalanche.  The US is trumping up

charges against N. Korea in the hope of blackmailing China to start buying US

debt again.  They actually stopped about six months ago and the Fed has been

playing hide the weenie with their debt back and forth with Europe – which has

blown sky high.  The Chinese are laughing at us.  No dice!

The Europeans are well aware of what is happening and anyone with money is

moving it as fast as they can.  Germany saw over nine billion Euros of

personal savings move from German banks to Swiss banks last week alone.  The

common folk are buying gold and silver with every spare scrap of cash they can

come up with.  The Greek central bank announced last week that it’s selling

gold bullion coins at a 40% premium.  That pegs the real gold price in Greece

at about $1,700/oz last week.  The bank also stated that the price of gold

coins on the black market is considerably above what they’re charging – but

the supply is much better (the black market being a truly free market).  Saw a

report on Wednesday that one of the largest and oldest (150 years old) silver

brokers in Guernsey, England is completely out of stock and is selling

whatever comes in the door as soon as they get it.  Europeans are snapping up

1 kilo and 5 kilo silver bars as fast as they are minted.  The Austrian mint

went to three shifts two weeks ago and can’t keep up with orders.  The German

central bank announced they’re ordering South African gold Kurgerands in

30,000 coin lots.  Normal orders are 3,000 to 5,000 coins.

In short, the Europeans see the handwriting on the wall and are desperately

trying to convert their soon to be worthless paper money to hard currency.  My

salesman at Midas Resources told me just today that he can no longer get

British Gold Sovereign coins.

So, the paper money economy is on the brink of collapse.  It’s no longer a

matter of years, it’s months.  Last chance to purchase some silver at what are

soon to be incredibly cheap prices.  I’m betting that by late July or August

at the latest the panic move to hard currency will break out in the US. And

that is the panic that spells the death of a fiat currency.

But that’s actually not the worst of it since the economy is really just

illusory anyway.  So long as one has friends and people one can exchange with

locally to provide the necessities of life the markets and all that really are

just a soap opera.

The more troubling aspect of what’s gong on is the Gulf oil volcano.  As of

2009 there were no longer any strategic food reserves in the USA.  It was all

sold.  The 2010 crop was a bumper one and every scrap of it was sold.  We have

been seeing 6% to 8% real inflation in food prices for a year now.  China has

a serious drought going  on and has already stated their intention to make up

their production shortage by purchasing more US soy beans, corn, and wheat

this year.  If we don’t have a super abundant harvest this year we will see

huge inflation in food prices as the Chinese bid against us for what is

available.  Throw in what damage the Gulf oil volcano is going to do to the

fisheries of the world (already happening) and add the people who used to eat

that fish to the food lines and you have hyper inflation of food this fall and

winter.  This is a much more serious issue in my opinion as money is not as

important as food.  We may see a jar of spaghetti sauce go from $3 to $30, and

then to $100 by next summer.  Not only will we have to find a way to feed

ourselves, but we will have to deal with the people that think stealing our

food is their only hope.  So, start buying food in bulk right away and make

sure you have a sensible plan in place to protect it and your family.  A water

filter that can filter surface (lake and pond) water and make it safe to drink

would be a good idea too.

There is always a chance that the Fed will somehow “fix”, the economic mess

with yet another round of extend and pretend, and that we will have a super

bumper food crop this fall.  There is also about the same chance that swine

will sprout wings and fly over the moon.

Bon Chance!

This story, or something very much like it, did happen.

It was deep into the seventh year of the greatest famine in living memory.  The Headman idled at the door to his home, looking down the street of adobe brick houses.  The first stirrings of autumn were in the air.  The harvest had provided meager pickings.  The Headman’s home was different to most homes in that the silos of the village granary were directly adjacent to it.  As the sole government in this small community he had the duty of collecting the King’s share of the harvest every year.  He maintained it in the King’s granary and disbursed it to the wagons that came from The City every fall.  He was also responsible for keeping back a reserve for the village for times of famine.

In the first year of the famine he had given the King his full share.  He was proud that his village could do so as it reflected well on his stewardship of the granary.  In the second year he shorted the King by 25% even though he knew he should not have been so generous.  That decision haunted him now like a hundred others on the road to this grim fall day.  In years three and onward he gave nothing to the King.  Each of those winters saw death walking among the homes of the village.  The young and those that were gaunt by nature were the first to go.  Their bodies simply hadn’t the reserve of fat to get them through a lean winter.  In year four they heard of the first neighboring village going completely empty.  Once a village granary was bare there was no seed with which to plant the following spring, so there was no reason to stay.  People packed what they could and abandoned their homes in search of greener pastures.  Those too old or weak to travel simply sat in their homes waiting for death to take them.

Last spring, the beginning of the seventh year of drought, the few travelers passing through told that there were nothing but abandoned villages in the remainder of this valley and both valleys to the north.  Everyone was headed south on the rumor that there was still grain in the City granaries.  The Headman doubted that.  He knew the City granary keepers by name and knew what reserves they kept.  This famine was longer and harder than anyone had prepared for.  Some claimed the gods were against them, but the Headman had no use for religions.  His religion was the soil, the sun, the wind, and rain.  He did not pray.  He calculated.

Winter soon came to the village.  Dry and cold in these times.  Not even any snow to feed the parched ground.  Like all the surviving residents he spent most of his time sleeping.  There was no livestock left to tend and nothing to forage for.  Everyone cooked one meal of boiled grain every few days and tried to ration themselves through the long dark nights.  Some had more set aside.  Some had nothing.  Occasionally the Headman would hear people stirring and look out to see living scarecrows dragging the remains of a family member off to the burial ground.

The Headman had the last seven sacks of grain in the village to guard.  He kept them in his one room dwelling where he could watch them and keep away rodents.  Sometimes he would catch one and eat it.  He had heard of prisoners in dungeons eating such things out of desperation.  He ate the greasy, foul smelling meat with relish.

Winter was almost passed when the Headman found one morning that he was so weak he could not get out of his bed.  His personal share of grain had run out a week before and his only hope was the little fat that his body still held.  By mid day he managed to sit up in his bed.  He opened his shirt in looked at his chest.  What he saw there shocked even him.  He could see every bone and sinew in his body.  His skin looked like wet paper draped over a jumble of shapes.  He knew then that he would not survive the winter if he did not break the most sacred law and steal from the sacks of seed grain.  Reasoning that without him to protect it all of the grain would be stolen anyway, he carefully took a portion from each of the sacks and used it to fill his own personal grain bin.  Thus he lived to see spring.

On planting day he staggered from door to door rousing the villagers who remained alive.  Fewer than twenty able bodied men remained in the village that once boasted almost seven thousand residents.  Even these men were so weak they could barely stand.  Seeing what he had to do, the Headman told the men to come to his home in the morning with their tools and ready to work.  The seventeen that did show up were fed a large meal made from the seed grain.  With this fuel they toiled through the day.  The next morning fully forty showed up for a meal and all gave a day of work in return.  Thus the work continued until the six remaining sacks of seed were all planted.

As the plants grew the dying continued.  Spring brought some relief with migratory wildlife and wild plants and fruits.  Thankfully, the rains came and the harvest was bountiful.  There were less than five hundred men and women left to share in it so it was a great bounty.  Once again the careful management and calculations of the Headman had paid off.

The King’s wagons returned that year and the headman gave them a measure to carry off to the City.  Word was that the famine had reduced their numbers, but that better harvests to the south had prevented them from being devastated.   The City had lost more from a series of plagues than from hunger.  They were much reduced in numbers, but not destroyed.  The Headman reflected long after they left that if there was only some better way to move grain around this country he could have saved many more of his villagers.  If only there were a canal or better roads, or something.  The Headman pondered long and hard that winter and in the many more he had left to live.  He never came up with a way to prevent a recurrence of the famine.

Was reading a post from one of my favorite bloggers today and was accosted with yet another (albeit better written than usual) demand that the sheeple of the world, “wake up!”

How naive.

From the first moment I put the tip of my big toe on the path I have had to deal with what so many people like to call “sheeple”.  If you are reading this you know them.  The masses of mostly middle class folks in the developed world that have every bit as much access to the truth as any of us, yet who cling violently to the illusion of safety they call their lifestyle.

When you say the word “bankster”, to one of these, or when you talk of BS not even being a US citizen much less a legitimate president – well, they react uniformly negatively.  They look away.  They find an excuse to leave the area.  They avoid talking to you if at all possible.  Sometimes they even challenge you and say you’re full of crap.  Ever seen Glen Beck go slaveringly apoplectic on the subject of “birthers” – spewing spit and venom around him in all directions?  Congress really does have our best interests at heart and we NEED to win the war in Iraq, and Afghanistan, and Pakistan…..and Yemen…..and

We are typically charitable in our evaluation of them and accuse them of being asleep.  Oh, yeah?  How does one of them react when you press them with evidence like the collapse of WTC Seven?  Do they yawn and rub the sleep from their eyes?  Do they show wonder at such irrefutable evidence?  No.  They do one of two things.  They become enraged AT YOU, or they flee.  Most times they do both and in that order – never to approach you again.

What’s going on with these people?

They are NOT asleep.  They are very much aware of everything you and I are aware of.  Count on it.  They see the evidence.  They hear the truth.  They are not uniformly stupid.  And they are NOT ASLEEP.  So why do they react the way they do?  Why don’t they react rationally to this threat?

Because in their little, tiny, rabbit souls they are terrified beyond belief and have been their entire lives.  They live in terror.  They go to bed at night and wake in the morning worried about what the boss thinks of them.  They worry about knowing the latest sport scores and who won on American Idol last night so that they will be able to fit in and sound like everyone else as they converse with their fellows.  They are terrified that they might wear something that is out of fashion.  They live in unrelenting, constant, fear.  Terror, really.

Terror of what?

Terror of their masters.  The slave masters that run this world, no matter if they call themselves Chief, King, or Banker.  The middle class has made a bargain with these devils.  This bargain was taught to them in measured lessons by their parents, their school teachers, their employers, their spouses, their children – throughout their entire lives.  From the day they are born they are taught that if they believe everything their masters tell them, if they follow every rule and break no laws, if they do all the conventional things and follow all the conventional paths – why they will be allowed to have a middle class lifestyle for their entire life.  They will never be hungry.  They will never have to live out in the cold or wet.  They will have multiple flushing toilets in their home or apartment.  They will get to play games and engage in taking recreational drugs (alcohol).  They might even make enough money to have a bedroom furniture set that is carved like a greek palace, or a car that costs more than their parent’s house.

Why don’t we hear these lessons?  Well, you did.  But you likely thought it odd, foolish or false.  Perhaps even trivial.  Because you are not afraid.

Why do we feel so lonely sometimes?  Because we are rare.  Exceedingly so.  Less than 6% of the population actually fought the British in the Revolutionary war.  Where were the remaining 94%???  They were at home, trying to keep their heads down, terrified of what was happening.  They most certainly carefully considered every action they took against how it would play with the British or the Colonials – wishing only to please whoever became their eventual masters.  They were not asleep.  They were excruciatingly aware of each twist and turn.  They had to be.  So that they could scurry from one side to the other as fortunes changed.  It is what they are best at.

Face it.  90% to 96% of humanity are spineless, terrified little creatures that scuttle out of the light whenever it is shined upon them.  The only time they feel power is when they can temporarily overpower a child and enforce their will upon it.  They will challenge you as “crazy”, if you tell them 9/11 was an inside job, but they will have one foot positioned to run if you stand up to them – even the loud and bullying ones.  They are all cowards to the core.

One can almost understand why TPTB feel such contempt for humanity, and are so willing to abuse it for their own ends.  Don’t worry for a moment that you are like that.  Have you made it your life’s business to dominate and control others to their detriment?  That’s what TPTB are.  They are quite a bit different from the rest of us.  In some ways their terror runs even deeper than that of the average population.

So, if you are reading this and it rings true to you – take heart.  You are one of the few souls remaining on this planet with any courage.  Good for you!  And don’t hate the Middle Class for what they are.  They will always and only be followers.  It’s up to us to lead them.

Don’t know if you observed the pitiful spectacle of former Rep. Eric Massa the last few days, but it so very clearly points out just how bad things have gotten in this Country that I just had to comment on it.  Here is a man who went to Congress on January 3, 2009, with apparently lofty goals for a third career after the Navy and industry.  I can only assume he went in with some expectation that he would be treated like a human being.  Imagine his shock when he realized he had walked into the lowest pit of Dante’s inferno – the Congress of the United States of America, complete with an enthroned master with forked tongue and tail.  Well, you don’t have to imagine it very much, you could see it written all over his face.

At first I was greatly heartened by his attempts to tilt at windmills and take the evil overlords on, but then he cut and ran.  I was disappointed yet have no right to judge the man.  He was probably told he could leave on his feet or in a pine box – just like Spiro Agnew and countless others.  His protests were immediately drowned out by the paid corporate propagandists and now he is gone.  The quickest exit of a Congressman in my memory.

The more I thought about it, the more I agreed with him.  Congress has become so meaningless that the only good and proper thing a Congressman could do in this time would be to withdraw his support from the corrupt beast.  At least if all of Congress up and resigned they would be telling the truth for the first time in living memory.  They certainly resigned their integrity and dignity long ago.  Why not follow it with their physical presence?  I know there are one or two honest ones, but even they are kept only as pets to make ineffective gestures of protest in order to provide some semblance of honesty to an otherwise entirely sub-human mob.

The most alarming aspect of the whole sorry spectacle in my view was pointed out to me by my old buddy Conspiracy Bill.  Congress has degenerated into a political model extremely reminiscent of the Bolsheviks (highly disciplined and vicious beyond belief) and the Mensheviks (weak, self serving cowards).  There are no more Democrats or Republicans.  They have been replaced by Bolsheviks and Mensheviks.  One should really look at the history of what happened to Russia some time after that division occurred.

Eventually the Bolsheviks realized that the key to power was their ability to enforce crushing obedience within their ranks, and that the prerequisite to success was that there be no other ranks.  They set to murdering every and any dissenting voice so that one had two choices – be a loyal Bolshevik or be dead.  That is precisely the philosophy the ruling junta has arrived at.  It is only a matter of time before they take it to the ultimate extreme.  They have tested every boundary of law and human decency and found that all the barriers are down.  They can do anything they want.  Emboldened by this one can be assured that they will follow the path of every Bolshevik style political movement in history.

Thomas Jefferson told us that the price of freedom is constant vigilance and a constant willingness to fight back.  We have failed to pay that price in a meaningful way in the Country for over 100 years now – and the whirlwind of evil is on the horizon.

Are you prepared to pay the price?  I think that soon you will have no choice.  None of us will.  What will you think of Eric Massa when they come for you?

Spent about six hours of my life listening to the DVD lectures sold by Nassim Haramein.  I got interested because he is a published, peer reviewed, bonafide brilliant physicist.  I think the brightest I have heard speak in my lifetime.  It is really ironic that I bought the series and listened to it because I was looking for a happy distraction from the daily gloom and doom all around the net.  Boy, did I get a surprise.  The first three hours delivered wonderful, amazing new views of physics and the universe just as I expected.  Then the last three hours tied that physics straight into the Mason/Illuminati cabal and what it all means to the future of the planet.  It’s like I can’t achieve escape velocity from this issue no matter where I turn!  Gaaaak!

So, amalgamating all that I learned from the fine fellow mentioned above with my own research I have come upon a new and perhaps more understandable (to me anyway) timeline of our deliciously evil “Illuminati”, cult.  This is what I went looking for when I studied up on Jordan Maxwell, but good ole Jordan never delivered.  After largely wasting hours of my life listening to Mr. Maxwell, and pouring over his website, I came to the conclusion that JM is essentially motivated by the desire NOT to tell you what he knows.  He wants you to keep listening to him with rapt attention forever.  In order to achieve that he NEVER gets to the point.  Haramein is on the same ground but completely the opposite.  He’s like a fire hose of getting to the point.  The points just keep coming and coming and coming, sometimes faster than one can easily handle.

So here goes – a brief Illumination on Illuminism – at least so far as I can understand it.  This is based upon the works of Sitchin, Pye, Haramein, Marrs, Cremo, and others I can’t recall (sorry guys).

At some point in antiquity unknown, at least prior to the last ice age, this happy little planet was ruled by a single untied elite.  They had distinctly different features to modern humans including elongated skulls with more than double the cranial volume we have.  Modern men were the slave class and the big noggin boys were the whip crackers.  The big boys lived in huge temples and other structures which they built of enormous megalithic blocks of stone.  Why?  Because with their level of technology cutting and placing these stones was child’s play, and wouldn’t we all like to live in solid stone palaces if they were cheap and easy to build?  Sure we would.

The purpose of this ancient society is not clear to me and it was most certainly not the earliest civilization on this  planet.  Man has been on this planet in his present form for millions and perhaps billions of years.  My best guess is that this civilization ruled from at least 24,000 BC, and perhaps from as much as 100,000 BC.  While their purpose here on Earth is not clear their activities suggest they were mining for gold and other precious and rare earth metals.  Earth may have actually been a penal colony and the mining may have been a sideline.  There is little data I know of to nail this part of the story down.

The balloon head crowd probably adjusted the genetics of the “normal”, humans for a couple reasons.  I don’t accept that modern man is an experimental mix of bigfoot and space alien DNA (sorry Lloyd).  There is too much evidence that modern man existed long before this civilization.  The purpose of the DNA manipulation may be directly related to the giant craniums of the ruling class.  The rulers may have had enormous pineal glands which they used to directly manipulate matter via a complex technology.  Much more on that later.  Slave humans were altered so that their pineal glands were puny and would never have sufficient surface area to access the energy sources the rulers used.  The masters were also a randy lot and liked to use small head human women for sex, so they worked on our DNA to produce what they considered really pretty, aesthetic female bodies.  Greek, Christian, Muslim and other ancient traditions are awash in stories of superior beings (angels, giants, gods, etc.) taking advantage of the pretty local girls.  This act is so ingrained in us that when a ruler breaks bad in a serious way they always include sexual perversion as a major feature of their badness.

Every wonder why the Germans responded so strongly to Hitler’s rap about the Aryan race?  Wonder why measurements of the skull were key in determining if someone had “Aryan ancestry”?  The overlords mixed sexually with the slaves and produced hybrids on a regular basis.  These hybrids were probably mules, but not all may have been.  If you look at the skulls of the Egyptian Pharos around the time of King Tut you can still see definite elongation – though they are nothing near as large as the skulls of the masters (many of which we do actually have in museums around the world).  The cover story for these skulls is that they were produced by binding the cranium of babies with cords.  Well, that would certainly produce a tubular head – but it would NEVER produce a larger cranium.

The rulers may have gotten into squabbles and started tossing nukes at each other.  There is evidence of that and it is well documented in Sitchin’s books.  They started disappearing around 10,000 BC, though their progeny were still active in Egypt up through the end of the age of the Pharos.  They built the pyramids in complexes around the world (both South and North America, China, Japan, Egypt, etc. etc.).  In these pyramids they placed energy sources that consisted of miniature black holes in containers about the size of a bread box.  These black holes were surrounded by containers of various layers and when all they pyramids were powered up they provided a grid of power wirelessly accessible anywhere on the planet by the masters.  I think the pineal gland was key in accessing this energy.  They probably used a combination of both the gland and physical instrumentality.  As the masters began to leave or be killed off their energy sources disappeared as well.  Perhaps they decay somehow if not properly maintained.  Perhaps they were taken away.

The last surviving generator was in the great pyramid on the Giza Plateau and was the primary basis of the success and prosperity of the Egyptian empire from the last ice age up until it was stolen around 1,500 BC.  It was stolen by Moses, who was the younger brother of Merneptah.  Both Moses and Merneptah were sons of Ramses II.  Moses was likely so covetous of his older brother’s destiny to become Pharoh that Ramses had to separate them by banishing Moses to keep them from killing one another.  Once Rameses was dead Moses secretly stole back into Egypt.  Needing allies he went to the Hebrews, who were mercenaries in the employ of the Egyptians.  All that claptrap about the Hebrews being slaves of the Egyptians was invented by Hollywood.

Moses convinced the Hebrews that he was actually Hebrew by birth, and gained their allegiance in a plot to sack the Egyptian empire of it’s greatest treasure.  Since Moses had the royal blood line and had been trained in his youth in the use of the power source in the pyramid he was able to use it to visit all sorts of magical plagues upon Pharoh.  His quest to leave Egypt with the Hebrews was not to free the Hebrews.  His quest was to leave Egypt with the power source and a Hebrew army at his command.  He eventually accomplished this and sacked Egypt for most of it’s gold and other treasures before heading off into the desert.  Pharoh Merneptah waited until Moses was well clear of Egypt (thus out of range for further use of the power source against Egypt) and then attacked him with his entire army.  Moses chose to fight Pharoh at the Red Sea and used to power source to part the Red Sea and trap and drown Pharoh and his army.  Thus was the fate of Egypt sealed.  It ended the Middle Kingdom period and Egypt has been in steady decline ever since.

Meanwhile Moses made off with the power source.  He used it to become the absolute ruler of the Hebrews and taught them that the power source was the direct manifestation of god on earth – which only he could handle.  This was eventually placed in the Arc of the Covenant and Moses passed along much of what he knew about how to handle and care for the device to Joshua.  Joshua inherited it when Moses died and used it to perform a number of useful tasks including parting the Jordan river to gain entrance to Israel, and knocking down the walls of Jericho.

The Hebrews lost the knowledge of how to use the power source and instead began to worship it as if it were god among us.  They did carefully keep the knowledge of all the precautions one had to take before handling the device because not doing so meant instant death to anyone that approached it.  They used to put on many layers of protection starting with a highly conductive oil, covered with a sandy reddish “spice”, etc. etc.  Being a primitive and very warlike people they just worshiped the thing and made sacrifices to it.  When they Romans conquered Israel the high priests carried it off to Qumran and from there who knows.  Their traditions and all their knowledge of it were passed down via the Kabbalah.

The Kabbalah inspired two French crusaders to go searching for the device.  They made up some stories about helping pilgrims to get investors to back their venture and called their organization the Knights Templar.  I doubt that they found the actual device (if it still exists), but they did find a great deal of ancient knowledge which they made use of by weaving it into a secret religion of their own.  Their understanding of the device was that it bestowed the power of god on whoever wielded it, so they considered that they were god’s chosen since they were the only ones that knew the secret of it’s existence and the true history of modern man.  They built a cult based upon the idea of ruling the planet via a precious object given by god.  Pretty primitive stuff.

Lacking the device itself they came up with the idea of ruling by gaining control of all the gold in the world.  This inspired them to invent the concept of fractional banking.  Eventually the King of France got tired of them so he seized their castle and tortured a bunch of them to death.  The Templars didn’t disappear.  They just stole all the gold they had on deposit  and carried it off to Switzerland and started over (recognize a pattern yet?).

Switzerland is a natural fortress in the heart of Europe from which they were able to reestablish their banking cartel and from whence they have steadily progressed in their control over the world.  They formed the Masons as a front group to induct new members.  The Masons attract the right kind of recruits by espousing knowledge of ancient and secret geometry.  In fact, the technology necessary to create a power source like Moses made off with is based on this geometry.  By showing the ancient symbols of the technology (the all seeing eye, the pyramid, etc.) Masonry attracts beings that know such symbols are a path to great power.  The power hungry are inducted and then the useful recruits are hooked via induction into sexual perversions of the most horrible kinds imaginable up to and including human sacrifice.

The purpose of this group is to regain the “lost empire”, of antiquity where a few ruled over a world of slaves and had everything their greedy little hearts desired.  There is nothing more to the traditions of capitalism and communism other than enslavement of the great mass of humanity.

Why do they call themselves the “Illuminated Ones”?  Because the device radiated a luminescent vortex.  The Bible describes it as a pillar of clouds by day and fire by night.

It really is time that mankind lifts it’s head out of the dust it has been ground into lo these many millennia and realized that the real masters are long, long gone.  Their power never was a god or gods.  It was just technology.  The current claimants to their throne are no more than scurvy dogs and criminals.  Thieves in the night who live and act only for their own benefit in the degraded notion that they deserve to rule us all because we’re all slaves and need to be ruled – so why not them?

We are not slaves.  In the view of the true God we are all equal.

Well, February 2010 has come and gone.  Unless you live in Haiti or Chile there was little remarkable acute trouble of note.  A month when even the prolific inner voice of the Dog Poet had warned we could see some real breakout of The Impending Crisis.  Purim came and went with a full court press of US/Nazi faction officials in the Middle East pushing for war, war, war!  Even Webster Tarpley came on Rense in February saying that war with Iran (and thus the beginning of the collapse) was closer than ever before.  It just seemed so much like something would pop.  But again – no.

That’s not to say things aren’t heading to hades in a hand basket.  The Telegraph UK ran probably the best comprehensive snapshot of where the USA is at today while our so called press continues to trumpet the “recovery”.  Henry Adams never spoke greater truth than when he wrote, “The press is a hired agent of a monied system, and set up for no other purpose than to tell lies where their interests are involved.”

Certainly our press is blaring out lies, lies and more lies about happy times being just around the corner.  My favorite video blogger, GeorgeForTitle ran a great post the other day giving yet another snapshot of truth.  More people every day are agreeing with me that they sense something is dreadfully wrong.  I had a 5 minute conversation with a UPS delivery man in an elevator at work last week where we confirmed that we both see the same signs and portents all around us.  Similarly, a co-worker confided to me over lunch that he now sees something as terribly wrong – using the words, “it’s insane!” over and over.

On the other hand, I chatted with a retired engineer who went from friendly and happy to suppressed rage when I mentioned that something might be wrong with the economy.  My own brother flew into an uncontrolled rage much the same way the last time I spoke to him.  What surprised me in both cases was the sudden shift and the depth of the anger.  Never has anyone protested too loudly more than those two.

So where does this leave us?

The number and velocity of outbreaks of truth from various sources is accelerating exponentially.  Rense commented on this twice last month.  He used to search for a whole day sometimes to find a news item worth putting up on his website.  Now he has dozens or even scores every day to choose from.  It’s like a tsunami of truth washing over and around the breakwater of the government and press establishment.  When will the breakwater give way?  Then something occurred to me.  It probably never will.

One of the key features of the international cabal that has been at war with the Common Good for so long is that they are few in number.  There are over 6 billion of us trying to get by, while the total numbers of Them are variously quoted in the range of 2 to 6 million.  A tiny fraction of our civilization.

What’s more, the power elite are in possession of unimaginable resources which they can use to isolate and insulate themselves from the reality that you and I must face every day.  They don’t have to worry about sales figures, layoffs, street crime, or any of the real issues of life.  They don’t have to worry about feeding their families.  They all live in ivory towers far above the daily fray.

The Dog Poet postulated in his latest post that perhaps some etherial universal good has prevented the evil doers from moving their plans forward in February.  I think it’s a different issue.  I think that their viciousness has reached so deep into the roots of our civilization that it has already killed it at the root.  It’s not that our civilization will collapse, it IS collapsing all around us.  In the US, State, County and Town governments are failing all around us.  The State of California had a failed two billion dollar bond auction last week.  No takers.  Illinois has been handing out IOU’s since last October and is seeing vital services shutting down as vendors go broke.  School bus companies can’t use IOU’s to buy gas – so the busses just stop running.  The press covers it up.  The politicians pretend it’s not happening.  But your kid stands on the corner and no bus shows up.  That right there is what IS happening.

One of the things GeorgeForTitle pointed out is that 18% of the homes in Southern California are currently delinquent in their mortgage payments.  Consider that for a moment.  There are 17.7 million people just in the greater Los Angeles area.  Per the last census there are 2.83 persons per family in LA, making for 6.25 million families.  It’s hard to find out how many of those families own homes versus renting so let’s be conservative and assume half are renters.  That means that almost 600,000 families are squatting in their own homes.  In just one major city.

Now think about this – the Power Elite are few in number.  The nasty little tendrils of their control apparatus are all concentrated at the centers of power.  It has infested the brain of our civilization to use a biological allegory.  But their choking and squeezing of the brain for so long has finally killed off the extremities.  Without a County Sheriff to send out to do their bidding in each of the over 3,000 US counties – they are powerless.  Their entire model is a small group controlling a large one through deceit and subterfuge.  But if the large group dissolves the small group dies just like any “too successful”, parasite.

I firmly believe that what we are seeing RIGHT NOW is the dissolution of the already dead civilization.  You will not hear a peep about this on the TeeVee, or in the New York Crimes newspaper.  No.  The first indication many will have is when they are laid off from their job.  Then they go to sign up for unemployment and find that the State workers are on unpaid furlough two days a week.  When they finally get their social support flowing it comes for a time, then in fits and starts, and finally stops.  They go to the grocery store and it’s mostly empty with only the store manager and one helper to service them.  Finally, when a handful of looters pass through their neighborhood they call 911 and get a disconnect notice.  All the while the TeeVee is trumpeting that the DOW will break 11,000 any day, that the housing market most probably has bottomed out and it is on the way to recovery, and that unemployment numbers are looking better.

The body is on the death bed, but the brain keeps sending signals in a vain hope that some response will come.

Best to start laying up supplies for this next winter.  It’s likely to be long, hungry, and cold.

I listened to a very eloquent and persuasive young man named Shaeffer Cox on his YouTube speech called, The Solution.  While I’m not sure that he has the whole thing figured out I do believe he has a pretty decent start.  At least he has a positive, upbeat message regarding what we can do about the disaster all around us these days.  Give him a listen.  It’s well worth two hours of your life.

One of the points he made resonated with me and continues to ring my bell to this minute – thus this post.

He pointed out that all this talk of the debt the Govt. is running up being a burden to our children is bunk and disinformation.  His revelation was that each and ever dollar that the Fed prints immediately and personally impacts each and ever one of us because those dollars have NO WAY to derive any value at all except by dilution of the dollars already in our pockets, 401k’s or bank accounts.  Doesn’t that make you go, “Huh!?”  It sure did that to me.

Think about it.  Let’s say there’s one trillion dollars in circulation, and the Fed needs to bail out some more of their banker buddies.  The Fed goes out and does what our criminal congress critters allowed them to and prints a hundred billion more dollars overnight.  When that money goes out to the Banks on Monday morning it INSTANTLY dilutes the worth of every dollar in circulation by 10%.  Why?  Because there are not any more groceries on the shelf, no more gas at the gas station, no more goods and services anywhere on Monday morning; but there are 10% more dollars in circulation to pay for those goods.  Consequently everything costs 10% more.  Guess what?  The Fed (via their mouthpieces –  TV and newspapers), might be telling you that your kids will have to pay for that extra billion dollars in debt but they are LIEING TO YOUR FACE.  They didn’t steal from your kids future.  They stole the bread right out of your kids’ mouths right then and there.

So, you say that the Fed has printed trillions of dollars since October 2008, and prices have not skyrocketed?  Think again!  The Fed knows very well the chicanery they are up to and are desperate to hide it.  To do so they ordered their banker buddies to sit on all the money they gave them.  ”Hide it!” they said.

So like King Midas the lowlifes at Goldman Sachs, et. al. have been piling mounds of zeroes in their vaults – well, really on their balance sheets, and then snorting and licking their fingers in the dark like the little perverts and creeps they are slavering over their stolen cash hoard.  The world may be going to hell in a hand basket, but they’re all set.  They have more zeroes than they can count!  As long as this vast amount of zeroes doesn’t get out “into the wild”, the Fed thinks they can have their cake and eat it too.  They can bail out all their buddies and not suffer the consequences of hyperinflation.

Sorry Bobblehead Ben – you can’t rewrite the laws of economics, no matter how many zeroes you can pump out.  The fact remains that banks are actually supposed to perform a function in society.  They are actually supposed to provide capital to businesses so that those businesses can function.  Farmers need to borrow in the spring to get seed and fertilizer.  Small businesses need to float their payroll over a line of credit.  The pretend and extend policy of the Fed has seized up the credit market tighter than a drum.  Our economy is about to trip over its’ own shoe laces and fall flat on it’s face.  There is nothing the vampire bats of Wall Street or Washington D.C. can do about it.  They may twist this way and that, complain and PR left and right, but the inexorable natural laws of economics will keep slowly constricting on all of us until the entire thing comes crashing down.  There is nothing they can do.

If it weren’t such a personal issue and a crying shame I could almost laugh at the delicious irony of it all.  The Fed claimed they had to do this to prevent the credit markets from freezing up.  They really did it to bail out their bosses who had caught several of their delicate parts in the proverbial ringer via their criminal, corrupt derivative dealings.  In the name of preventing the credit markets from freezing and thus bringing down the economy – the Fed froze all the credit markets and brought down the economy.

There is nothing we can do except move all of our assets into hard currencies and out of the hands of the Fed.  They are going to topple, and they are going to fall right on top of us.

Wakened in the middle of the night I listen to the distant hum of machinery from the Port.  Out there people in work clothes, boots and gloves are patiently whittling away the midnight shift while most of the world sleeps.  But not me.  I hear something else.

Maybe Jim Sinclair’s ominous and enigmatic post on his blog today has me spooked.  Maybe.

But it’s something else I hear.  Can you hear it?

The werewolves have been among the sheep for centuries.  In the darkness the sheep have willfully slumbered more or less in bovine bliss as near and far the occasional growl, snap of bone, last gasp of life sounds would echo out of the pitch black of deception.

“Did you hear about the shooting at Columbine?  Awful!”

“Wow, that guy killed all those poor kids at Virginia Tech?  How does that happen?”

“Congress just gave tens of trillions to the richest banks on the planet – trillions of OUR money?”

“My sales were down 17% last year – all those customers signed on with Chinese suppliers.”

“Had the first big layoff at work that anyone can remember yesterday.  Let three guys go – 1/3 of the work force.  Hope those poor guys can find jobs.  One of them just had a kid.  Another has five to feed under the age of 12.”

“See that house over there?  They’re in foreclosure.  Lost his job a year ago and his 401k finally ran out.  That house over there?  Owner left.  Moved in with his parents.  That house down there…..”

Snap of bone.  Gurgle of last breath.  The occasional splash of warm salty fluid – blood sprayed from a severed throat.  All going on in the pitch black behind the tightly shut eyelids of the sheep.

But with the very foundations of the governments of the western world starting to quake the sheep seem to have begun to open their eyes just a slit.  Confronted with a scene of unimaginable gore they are beginning to realize that shutting their eyes and trusting in numbers is no longer offering the protection from the werewolves that they thought it did.  No.  The wolves are all around them gorging on the flesh of their fellows – with their sharp yellow eyes, black fur, blood soaked snouts and greedily flicking tongues.  Snuffling and growling under their breath they are moving through the flock and mowing it down in numbers so vast that it is slowly, ever so agonizingly slowly, dawning on each sheeple that indeed he or she could be next.

The sheep are starting to moan.  Softly and plaintively.  Can you hear it?  Out there in the darkness and still of midnight it is almost audible.  The moaning of terror, pain, and awakening.

A terrible sound….

I’ve been listening to a lot of Coast to Coast recently, and following George Ure as usual.

Coast has come off of their usual fare of faeries, billy goat unicorns, and self-proclained prophets long enough to have run a pretty good series of interviews about hidden and forbidden technologies.  George and Clif made a pretty cool announcement about what they call the, “new electrics”.

All of this has me ruminating about just what could be.  What could be if all of these fantastic things were true, and there were no PTB sitting squarely on our heads.  To borrow a theme from John Lennon – let’s imagine…

Imagine a world where, for the price of a month’s wages (or two), you could buy a box that would silently siphon energy right out of the ether and feed it into whatever purpose you desired – for the rest of your life and probably your children’s lives.  Plug one into your house and never pay a utility bill again.  Plug one into your car and drive day and night with no need of buying gas ever again.  No pollution.  No oil companies.  But wait – who needs cars?

Imagine a world where we each own a personal “happy floaty car”, that we could hop into at any time and float on over (perhaps at mach 3) to grandma’s house for dinner.  Like all cars these would probably come in a variety of prices and capabilities – but even the lowest Yugo or Citroen would be an amazing step up from the wheeled variety.  No or very few moving parts for one thing.

Imagine someone were injured and close to death.  When the ambulance arrives they don’t touch the person.  No, instead they quickly erect a time field around him and suspend time.  Then they carefully move him to a hospital where the trauma surgeons can finish their leisurely game of golf at the club before coming to the hospital, studying and consulting carefully before they have to turn time back on for the victim so they can swoop in and save him.  Surgery get a bit long or things start going badly?  Just step back and turn the time suspension field back on.  Sleep on it and come back the next day with a better plan to finish the job.

Imagine a person’s liver has failed.  No need to wait endlessly for a less than perfect transplant organ harvested from a murdered Palestinian child.  No, no.  Instead a few cells of the patient’s own liver are placed on a matrix of stem cells and into the time oven they go.  A few stops along the way to replenish nutrients and the matrix and voila, a brand new liver for the patient grown from his own cells.  A quick change out operation and a hour or so in the accelerated time and healing light field and the patient is home in time for dinner.

“How did your day go dear?”

“Pretty good.  I got that darn liver replaced finally.  Feel much better.”

“That’s nice dear.  Now, I’ve been wanting to talk to you about new curtains for the living room…’

Imagine a world where you decide you really want some nice ripe guavas and bananas for dinner.  At around 5 you wander down to your basement greenhouse.  You select the appropriate seeds from your stores and plant them in the beds of top notch compost.  Then you fill the irrigation tank and set it for a steady drip for three months.  Last step before you leave the little room is to crack open a cylinder of carbon dioxide gas that feeds an environment management system.  On come the grow lights and out you go.  You flip on the time control field and run time into high speed .  A few moments later you shut off the time field and step in to harvest your dinner.  The left over plant matter goes into a grinder/composter.  Made too much?  Just harvest what you need and set the time field to stasis.  Call around the neighborhood.  Jim down the block always overdoes his lettuce and tomatoes.  You can trade with him.  And Marlene always has a crop of perfectly ripe corn and wheat in stasis.  Soon your pantry is full of all sorts of perfectly ripe fruits and vegetables.  Can’t have any of it spoil now – no need for refrigeration.  Just turn on the time stasis field in the pantry.  It only uses electricity – and you have more than a lifetime supply of that.

After dinner the small blue jewel you wear on a necklace begins to flash.  You take it in your hand, thus authorizing the call.  The satellite high in orbit establishes a full duplex ELF voice to skull communication channel between you and your sister in Switzerland.  Sitting in your easy chair you converse with her in quiet tones.  The satellite picks up the vibrations from your larynx and silently renders them in her head half a world away.  When you’re done talking you let loose of the jewel, thus deauthorizing any further monitoring of your person or premises.  You actually live in a nation of laws so you are rightly confident that your desire to be left unobserved will be respected.

Since there are no social engineering programs in play on the planet any more there are no sports.  No adult would consider wasting their time watching someone else play children’s games.  You know that your grandfather did such nonsense, but he was trained from childhood to waste his intellect and creativity in unproductive ways.  None of that for you.  No, tonight you have vowed to work late finishing your latest article on the intricacies of aquaculture.  Someone somewhere would certainly buy it.  After all, sushi is all the rage again and there are so many details you have to get right to raise a blue fin tuna from egg to harvest in a time tank.