Friday, July 24, 2009

Freeman - Obama, Cloning and the Sorcerers of Atlantis

From Red Ice Creations. Freeman gives an Excellent Presentation in London at the Alternative View II Conference on Obama, The Coming Space War, Human Cloning, the Royal and Egyptian Connection, Akhenaton, HAARP, the Sorcerers of Atlantis, Stargate Atlantis, The Antichrist, Apophis, Mabus and much more.

Also check out Secret Sun for more Obama content.

Time Bandits: Evil Explains Technology

This clip is from the film Time Bandits by Terry Gilliam. Thanks to RedIceHendrik

A young boy's wardrobe contains a time hole. Through this hole an assortment of short people (i.e. dwarfs) come while escaping from their master, the supreme being. They take Kevin with them on their adventures through time from Napoleonic times to the Middle Ages to the early 1900s, to the time of Legends and the Fortress of Ultimate Darkness where they confront Evil.


A must see movie from 1976! Not since the dawn of time has America experienced a man like Howard Beale! A TV network cynically exploits a deranged ex-TV anchor's ravings and revelations about the media for their own profit. Here are some excerpts, I'll post some more later:

Network: Television is a goddammned amusement park

Howard Beale: "Edward George Ruddy died today! Edward George Ruddy was the Chairman of the Board of the Union Broadcasting Systems, and he died at eleven o'clock this morning of a heart condition, and woe is us! We're in a lot of trouble!
So. A rich little man with white hair died. What has that got to do with the price of rice, right? And *why* is that woe to us? Because you people, and sixty-two million other Americans, are listening to me right now. Because less than three percent of you people read books! Because less than fifteen percent of you read newspapers! Because the only truth you know is what you get over this tube. Right now, there is a whole, an entire generation that never knew anything that didn't come out of this tube! This tube is the Gospel, the ultimate revelation. This tube can make or break presidents (Hope you can believe in), popes, prime ministers... This tube is the most awesome God-damned force in the whole godless world, and woe is us if it ever falls in to the hands of the wrong people, and that's why woe is us that Edward George Ruddy died. Because this company is now in the hands of CCA -- the Communication Corporation of America. There's a new Chairman of the Board, a man called Frank Hackett, sitting in Mr. Ruddy's office on the twentieth floor. And when the twelfth largest company in the world controls the most awesome God-damned propoganda force in the whole godless world, who knows what shit will be peddled for truth on this network?
So, you listen to me. Listen to me: Television is not the truth! Television is a God-damned amusement park! Television is a circus, a carnival, a traveling troupe of acrobats, storytellers, dancers, singers, jugglers, side-show freaks, lion tamers, and football players. We're in the boredom-killing business! So if you want the truth... Go to God! Go to your gurus! Go to yourselves! Because that's the only place you're ever going to find any real truth.
But, man, you're never going to get any truth from us. We'll tell you anything you want to hear; we lie like hell. We'll tell you that, uh, Kojak always gets the killer, or that nobody ever gets cancer at Archie Bunker's house, and no matter how much trouble the hero is in, don't worry, just look at your watch; at the end of the hour he's going to win. We'll tell you any shit you want to hear. We deal in *illusions*, man! None of it is true! But you people sit there, day after day, night after night, all ages, colors, creeds... We're all you know. You're beginning to believe the illusions we're spinning here. You're beginning to think that the tube is reality, and that your own lives are unreal. You do whatever the tube tells you! You dress like the tube, you eat like the tube, you raise your children like the tube, you even *think* like the tube! This is mass madness, you maniacs! In God's name, you people are the real thing! *WE* are the illusion! So turn off your television sets. Turn them off now. Turn them off right now. Turn them off and leave them off! Turn them off right in the middle of the sentence I'm speaking to you now! TURN THEM OFF..."
[collapses in a prophetic swoon as the audience erupts in thunderous applause]

An early shot of the movie and you know that Beale and his Boss are at the bottom of the Pyramid... Pure coincidence, every time ;)

Max Schumacher: Anyway... anyway... they were building a lower level of the George Washington Bridge. [Interested, Beale listens] We were doing a remote (shoot) from there and nobody told me! Next morning I get a call, "Where the hell are YOU? You're supposed to be at the George Washington Bridge!
Max Schumacher: I jump outta bed, throw my raincoat over my pajamas, I run downstairs, I run into the street, SO I TAIL A CAB, AND I SAY TO THE CABBY, "TAKE ME TO THE MIDDLE OF THE GEORGE WASHINGTON BRIDGE!"

Max Schumacher: And the cabby turns around and he says... he says "Don't do it, buddy! You're a young man! Ya got your whole life ahead of ya!"

Howard Beale: Good evening. Today is Wednesday, September the 24th, and this is my last broadcast. Yesterday I announced on this program that I was going to commit public suicide, admittedly an act of madness. Well, I'll tell you what happened: I just ran out of bullshit. Am I still on the air? I really don't know any other way to say it other than I just ran out of bullshit. Bullshit is all the reasons we give for living. And if we can't think up any reasons of our own, we always have the God bullshit. We don't know why we're going through all this pointless pain, humiliation, decays, so there better be someone somewhere who does know. That's the God bullshit. And then, there's the noble man bullshit; that man is a noble creature that can order his own world; who needs God? Well, if there's anybody out there that can look around this demented slaughterhouse of a world we live in and tell me that man is a noble creature, believe me: That man is full of bullshit. I don't have anything going for me. I haven't got any kids. And I was married for thirty-three years of shrill, shrieking fraud. So I don't have any bullshit left. I just ran out of it, you see.

Man on Phones: So far, over 900 fucking phone calls complaining about the foul language.
Frank Hackett: Shit.

Howard Beale: [on the air] I just ran out of bullshit.
Harry Hunter: [picks up ringing phone in editing room] Mr. Schumacher's right here, do you want to talk to him?
Howard Beale: Bullshit is all the reasons we give for living. If we can't think up reasons of our own, we always have the God bullshit.
Max Schumacher: [on the phone] Yeah, Tom, what is it?
Howard Beale: We don't know why we go through all this pointless pain, humiliation, and decay. So there better be someone somewhere who *does* know. That's the God bullshit.
Max Schumacher: He's saying that life is bullshit, and it is, so what are you screaming about?
[hangs up]
Frank Hackett: "Four hours ago I was the Sun God at CCA, Mr. Jensen's handpicked golden boy, the heir apparent. Now I'm a man without a corporation."

Network - "I'm as mad asspeech hell"

Beale: I don't have to tell you things are bad. Everybody knows things are bad. It's a depression. Everybody's out of work or scared of losing their job. The dollar buys a nickel's worth; banks are going bust; shopkeepers keep a gun under the counter; punks are running wild in the street, and there's nobody anywhere who seems to know what to do, and there's no end to it.

We know the air is unfit to breathe and our food is unfit to eat. And we sit watching our TVs while some local newscaster tells us that today we had fifteen homicides and sixty-three violent crimes, as if that's the way it's supposed to be!

We all know things are bad -- worse than bad -- they're crazy.

It's like everything everywhere is going crazy, so we don't go out any more. We sit in the house, and slowly the world we're living in is getting smaller, and all we say is, "Please, at least leave us alone in our living rooms. Let me have my toaster and my TV and my steel-belted radials, and I won't say anything. Just leave us alone."

Well, I'm not going to leave you alone.

I want you to get mad!

I don't want you to protest. I don't want you to riot. I don't want you to write to your Congressman, because I wouldn't know what to tell you to write. I don't know what to do about the depression and the inflation and the Russians and the crime in the street.

All I know is that first, you've got to get mad.

You've gotta say, "I'm a human being, goddammit! My life has value!"

So, I want you to get up now. I want all of you to get up out of your chairs. I want you to get up right now and go to the window, open it, and stick your head out and yell:

"I'm as mad as hell,

and I'm not going to take this anymore!!"

Network: There is no democracy

Arthur Jensen: [bellowing] You have meddled with the primal forces of nature, Mr. Beale, and I won't have it! Is that clear? You think you've merely stopped a business deal. That is not the case! The Arabs have taken billions of dollars out of this country, and now they must put it back! It is ebb and flow, tidal gravity! It is ecological balance! You are an old man who thinks in terms of nations and peoples. There are no nations. There are no peoples. There are no Russians. There are no Arabs. There are no third worlds. There is no West. There is only one holistic system of systems, one vast and immane, interwoven, interacting, multivariate, multinational dominion of dollars. Petro-dollars, electro-dollars, multi-dollars, reichmarks, rins, rubles, pounds, and shekels. It is the international system of currency which determines the totality of life on this planet. That is the natural order of things today. That is the atomic and subatomic and galactic structure of things today! And YOU have meddled with the primal forces of nature, and YOU...WILL...ATONE!
Arthur Jensen: [calmly] Am I getting through to you, Mr. Beale? You get up on your little twenty-one inch screen and howl about America and democracy. There is no America. There is no democracy. There is only IBM, and ITT, and AT&T, and DuPont, Dow, Union Carbide, and Exxon. Those *are* the nations of the world today. What do you think the Russians talk about in their councils of state, Karl Marx? They get out their linear programming charts, statistical decision theories, minimax solutions, and compute the price-cost probabilities of their transactions and investments, just like we do. We no longer live in a world of nations and ideologies, Mr. Beale. The world is a college of corporations, inexorably determined by the immutable bylaws of business. The world is a business, Mr. Beale. It has been since man crawled out of the slime. And our children will live, Mr. Beale, to see that . . . perfect world . . . in which there's no war or famine, oppression or brutality. One vast and ecumenical holding company, for whom all men will work to serve a common profit, in which all men will hold a share of stock. All necessities provided, all anxieties tranquilized, all boredom amused. And I have chosen you, Mr. Beale, to preach this evangel.
Howard Beale: Why me?
Arthur Jensen: Because you're on television, dummy. Sixty million people watch you every night of the week, Monday through Friday.
Howard Beale: I have seen the face of God.
Arthur Jensen: You just might be right, Mr. Beale.

Frank Hackett: Well, the issue is: Shall we kill Howard Beale, or not? I'd like to get some more opinions on that.
Diana Christensen: I don't see we have any options, Frank. Let's kill the son-of-a-bitch.

About Diana: "I'm not sure she's capable of any real feelings. She's television generation. She learned life from Bugs Bunny." Max Schumacher

This was the story of Howard Beale: The first known instance of a man who was killed because he had lousy ratings.

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Time's Orphan

Star Trek DS9 - 6x24 - Time's Orphan
I know it's a Cardassian (Reptilian) station, but come on, redecorate a little. Who wants to sleep with an evil horned alien above their heads every night?
Chief O'Brien's daughter is about to become a Child in Time.As she falls into a waterdoor stargate
Here is a view of the old portal when not operational
When they get it operational again, Molly has aged a little and grown up feral
Travelling through Space and Time, climbing the Tree of Life through stargates
The Chief and his wife want to send her back to the planet & in time cause the Federation is gonna put her away in some institution.
Ooh, purdy stargate
Now you see her
Now you don't
But look who she finds when she steps through it, her younger self.
She tells her mommy & daddy are through that nice pink shiny portal
"You'd better close your eyes and bow your head"
Time to go home for little Molly,
while parallel feral Molly stays home herself in her time.

The Nine(rs)

Remember posts about the channeled Nine, I enjoyed this sync wink of the episode
Star Trek DS9 - 7x04 - Take Me Out to the Holosuite

More than nine but hey
What else were they gonna call themselves!
They get creamed by the Vulcan Logicians, but the Vulcan captain loses his cool, gets thrown out of the game and thereby proves that Vulcans aren't that superior, logical and unemotional as he thought.

Monday, July 20, 2009

Kuroshio Sea - 2nd largest aquarium tank in the world

Kuroshio Sea - 2nd largest aquarium tank in the world

Give this some time to load before watching...otherwise you won't have smooth playback

This was shot at the Okinawa Churaumi Aquarium in Japan.

The main tank called the "Kuroshio Sea" holds 7,500-cubic meters (1,981,290 gallons) of water and features the world's second largest acrylic glass panel, measuring 8.2 meters by 22.5 meters with a thickness of 60 centimeters. Whale sharks and manta rays are kept amongst many other fish species in the main tank.

Dukat - Emissary of the Pah Wraiths

Star Trek DS9 - 7x09 - Covenant
In the fictional Star Trek universe, Pah Wraiths (also spelled Pagh Wraiths, Bajoran for Soul Wraiths) are evil Bajoran Prophets, non-corporeal life-forms, who were expelled from the Bajoran wormhole and are imprisoned in the Bajoran Fire Caves on the planet Bajor. They serve as the ultimate villains of the DS9 series. (no spoilers in comments please, not at the end yet!)

My that's a nice Eye
Oh Emissary with your solar halo eyeSome devoted fan startgate

The Mars Volta - De-Loused in the Comatarium part 1

turn down volume if you don't want to autojump cause the last embedded vid autostarts and no code can stop it ;)

from Eriatarka

What's in a name: "The Volta is taken from a Federico Fellini book about his films, what he characterizes as a changing of scene, or a turnaround; a new scene to him is called Volta. Y'know, changing of time and the changeover. And Mars, we're just fascinated by science fiction so and it's something that ultimately looked as in anything I write, its meaning is always up to the listener. As the way we write songs and words, if it looks great on paper then to us it's like painting, so if it looks good meaning the second then people usually have a better interpretation than we ever would." Cedric Bixler-Zavala

Well, here's half a cd to interpret for starters,
along with some very interesting occult artwork:

Inertiatic ESP

(graphic caption: nunquam dormio = I never sleep,
2nd pic: Kundalini devouring brain)

Now I'm lost
last night I heard lepors
flinch like birth defects
it's musk was fecal in origin
as the words dribbled off of its chin
it said I'm lost
I'm lost
now I'm lost

dolls wreck the minced meat of pupils
cast in oblong arms length
the hooks have been picking their scabs
where wolves hide in the company of men
It said
I'm lost

I'm lost
now I'm lost
are you peaking in the red
perforated at the neck
what of this mongrel architect
a broken arm of sewers set
past present and future tense
clipside of the pinkeye fountain
now I'm lost
it's been said
long time ago
you'll be the first and last to know
you'll never know

Roulette Dares (live)

Transient jet lag ecto mimed bison
This is the haunt of roulette dares
Ruse of metacarpi
Caveat emptor (Buyer Beware) all that enter here
Open wrist talks back again
In the wounds of its skin
They'll pinprick the witness
In ritual contrition
The am trinity fell upon asphyxia-derailed
In the rattles of...
Made its way through the tracks
Of a snail slouching whisper
A half mass comute through umbilical blisters
Spector will lurk Radar has gathered
Midnight nooses from boxcar cadavears
Exoskeletal junction at the railroad delayed
Exoskeletal junction at the railroad delayed
It's because this is
Cranial bleeding
Leaches train the living
Cursed are they who speak its name
Ruse of metacarpi
Caveat emptor to all that enter here
Exoskeletal junction at the railroad delayed
Exoskeletal junction at the railroad delayed
It's because this is
Ratteling the laughter
Hinges splintering inside
Bludgeoned to a saddle
Rang the cloister bell inside
inside inside
exoskeletal junction at the railroad delayed
exoskeletal junction at the railroad delayed
it's because this is

Drunkship of Lanterns (live)

You've got the lot to burn
A shelve of pig smotherd cries
Is there a spirit that spits
Upon the exit of signs
Is anybody there
These steps keep on growing long
Bayonet trials rust propellers await
No Nobody is heard
Rowing sheep smiles for the dead
Nobody is heard
An antiquated home
Afloat with engines on mute
Sui generis ship spined around the yard
Is anybody there
These craft only multiply
At the nape of ruins rust propellers await
No Nobody is heard compass wilting in the wind
Nobody is heard
Rowing sheep smile for the dead
Transoceanic depth in this earth
In this cenotaph
Lash of one thousand eye brows clicking
Counting the toll
Counting the toll
You've got the lot to burn
A shelve of pig smothered cries
Is there a spirit that spits upon the exit of signs
Is anybody there
These steps keep on growing long
Bayonet trials rust propellers await
No Nobody is heard compass wilting in the wind
Nobody is heard rowing sheep smile for the dead
Transoceanic depth in this earth in this cenotaph
Carpel jets hit the ground
Lash of one thousand eyebrows clicking
Counting the toll
Counting the toll
Lash of one thousand eyebrows clicking
Counting the toll
Counting the toll


And there are those who
Hadn't found the speaking so wrong
Is it wrong
Of Pavlov lore
They ran rampant through the floors
Is this wrong
Feels so wrong
Happened on a respirator
In the basements
Are they gone are they gone
Stung the slang of a gallows bird
Rationed a dead letter pure
Trackmarked amoeba lands craft
Cartwheel of scratches
Dress the tapeworm as pet
Tenticles smirk please
Flinched the cocooned meat
Infra-recon forgets
Now there are those who find
Comfort in the breathing
Wrong-is it wrong
It houses the watchful eyes
They're panting in a pattern in droves
Are they gone
Happened on a respirator bet
In the basements
Is it gone
Are they gone
Stung the slang of a gallows bird
Sanctioned a dead letter pure
trackmarked amoeba lands craft
cartwheel of scratches
dress the tape worm as pets
tentacles smirk please
flinch the cacooned meat
infra-recon forgets
evaporated the fur
because it covers them
if you only knew the plans they had for us
evaporated the fur
because it covers them
if you only knew the plans they had for us
They used to have pulses in them
But impulse has made them strong
They used to have pulses in them
But impulse has made them strong
Evaporated the fur
Because it covers them
If you only knew the plans they had for us
Trackmarked amoeba lands craft
Cartwheel of scratches
Dress the tapeworm as pets
Tentacles smirk please
Flinch the cacooned meat
Infra-reco forgets
gotta be a way
Of getting out
Are you just growing old
Trackmarked amoeba lands craft
Cartwheel of scratches
Dress the tapeworm as pets

extra: Some more interesting Mars Volta occult artwork at ellluminati

Saturday, July 18, 2009

"We know more about your religion than you do"

Continuing on the sync trail from previous posts,
a few interesting Battlestar Galactica quotes
"We know more about your religion than you do."
Cylon Athena, the Number Eight Sharon copy who later joined the Colonial fleet of humans.

"We don't worship false idols." Athena
Leoben: "You kneel before idols and ask for guidance and you can’t see that your destiny’s already been written. Each of us plays a role, each time a different role. The last time, I was the interrogator and you were the prisoner. The players change, the story remains the same…"

Adrian Gilbert - The Invisible College & The Orion Stargate

Red Ice - Adrian Gilbert - The Invisible College & The Orion Stargate - Pt1
The entire playlist here. Definitely watch parts 2 & 3! Adrian Gilbert is the co-author of a number of bestselling books like "The Orion Mystery", "The Mayan Prophecies", "Magi" and "Signs in the Sky". The interview ties into the recent DS9 posts and think about the Battlestar Galactica story too (constellation map and altered states leading the way to their Earth).

Now sit down, relax, and take a couple of deep breaths. Do that, and everything you want will come to you.

Star Trek DS9 6x20 His Way
Odo gets woman advice from Vic Fontaine, a hologram singer:
VIC: (shaking his head in despair) There you go, tensing up again. I mean look at you, standing there like a statue. The only things you're going to attract are pigeons. (smiling) Now sit down, relax, and take a couple of deep breaths. Do that, and everything you want will come to you.
ODO: (not buying it) Is that all it takes?
VIC: Try it. Go on.

A reluctant Odo tries to sit back and relax. Coaching him along, Vic takes a deep breath and exhales slowly. Odo does likewise. As soon as he does, the doorbell RINGS.

VIC: See.
Kira, the woman in question, meditating in the same episode

Treachery, Faith, and the Great River

Star Trek DS9 7x04 Treachery, Faith, and the Great River
Synopsis: Odo gets a coded message from Gul Russol and takes off to meet him, even though he considers the possibility that it could be a trap. In fact it is a ploy for Weyoun to meet with Odo and urge him to rebuild the Dominion according to his ideals. Odo distrusts Weyoun, not believing that he would turn his back on the Founders, and the situation takes a turn for the strange when another Weyoun hails their runabout. It transpires that the Weyoun that had been seen on the show for the last two years was recently disintegrated in a transporter accident, and the version currently with Odo (Weyoun VI) is a "defective" clone that does not believe the Founders to be infallible and questions the necessity of the Dominion's war with the Alpha Quadrant powers. His replacement (Weyoun VII) tells Odo that he would be happy to have their runabout destroyed in order to prevent Weyoun VI's secrets from reaching the Federation, even if it means killing Odo. As they try to escape the pursuing Jem'Hadar, Weyoun VI reveals to Odo that an illness threatens to wipe out the Great Link. Weyoun VII eventually convinces Weyoun VI to commit suicide in order to protect Odo. Before dying, Weyoun VI asks Odo for a blessing.

At about the same time Odo departed, Benjamin Sisko goes to a conference on Bajor, and orders Miles O'Brien to have the gravity fixed on the USS Defiant before his return. Sisko is unconcerned that O'Brien lacks the one crucial piece of equipment required to make the repair. Nog, with faith, offers to help O'Brien by navigating "the Great River", a Ferengi concept of economics and trade - described as "millions of worlds, all with too much of one and not enough of the other".

ODO: Has it ever occurred to you that you believe the Founders are gods because that's what they want you to believe? That they built that into your genetic code?

But WV-Six refuses to buy Odo's denial, grinning to himself.
WV-SIX: Of course they did. That's what gods do. After all, why be a god if there's no one to worship you? ... I'm hungry. Is it all right if I get something from the replicator?

Odo continues to pilot the ship while WV-Six finishes off his meal, placing the empty plate on the seat behind him.

WV-SIX (re: the meal) That was filling.
ODO: I would hope so. You sampled the Replicator's entire menu.
WV-SIX: I enjoyed the different... textures.
ODO: You mean tastes, don't you?
WV-SIX: Not at all. The Vorta sense of taste is quite limited. About the only foods we really enjoy are kava nuts and rippleberries.
ODO: I take it this is also a result of your genetic programming?
WV-SIX: It's the Founders' way of making sure we remember our past. (off Odo's look) You must know the story of how the Founders created the Vorta...
ODO: No, but I have a feeling you're going to tell me all about it.
WV-SIX: The Vorta used to be very different from what we are today. We were forest dwellers. Small, timid, ape-like creatures living in hollowed-out trees.
ODO: (guessing) Eating nuts and berries.
WV-SIX: (nodding) And living in fear of the many predators that hunted us for food. One day, a wounded changeling came stumbling through the forest fleeing a mob of angry "solids."
ODO: Why were they chasing him?
WV-SIX: Does it matter? Solids have always feared and distrusted Shape-shifters, you know that.

Odo can't deny that... (I could, and it does matter)

WV-SIX: A family of Vorta hid the changeling from his pursuers. And in return for saving his life, the changeling promised the Vorta that one day, they would be transformed into powerful beings. That we would become an important part of a great new empire that would stretch across the Galaxy.
ODO: (intrigued) And the changeling kept his word.
WV-SIX : That's right. Imagine, Odo, my people were once little more than apes, and look at us now -- look at what you've done for us.
ODO: If the story were true, it would at least prove that my people are capable of kindness and generosity. (Right, with that new empire built on blood and all)
WV-SIX: You care about your people very much, don't you, Odo? In spite of all that's happened between you.
ODO: (quiet) Maybe I do, but that doesn't change the fact that they're responsible for a war that's killed millions.
WV-SIX: Odo... there's something you need to know.

Weyoun feels the terrible weight of the news he's about to reveal to Odo.
WV-SIX: A sickness has spread throughout the Great Link... The Founders... are dying. I was summoned to a meeting by the female changeling -- she wanted to discuss troop deployments with me. Suddenly, her hands began to... shrivel. It only lasted a second or two... but over the last few weeks, it's happened a number of times. It's like she's... withering.
ODO: And you're sure the other changelings have also been infected?
WV-SIX: She said the entire Link is suffering from the disease.
ODO: Everyone but me.
WV-SIX: If they're unable to find a cure, you'll be the last of your kind.
ODO: (pained) Why didn't you tell me this earlier?
WV-SIX: Because I knew how much it would hurt you. I'm sorry to bring you such sad news.

Odo nods, he's not blaming the messenger.

WV-SIX: But at least you're not infected. The Dominion will survive.
ODO: Meaning what?
WV-SIX: Think about it... you have an opportunity to rectify the mistakes your people have made. To build a new Dominion based on cooperation, not conquest; on peace, not war... a new order under your leadership.
ODO: And what's your role going to be in this "new order?"
WV-SIX: Whatever you want it to be. I wish only to serve you.

But before Odo responds, the Proximity Alarm sounds off again...

Monday, July 13, 2009 back online
is back online after some weird loopback error thingy, rejoice!

Alan Watts on dissolution

Via Posthuman Blues
"As so long as we can be scared of that, and so long that we can made to think that death is a bad thing we can be ruled. That is why no government likes mystics. Because if we define the mystic as the person who is no longer scared of death. Because the mystic is in the simplest possible language the person who understands, that you have to have nothing to have something. So you can't fundamentally scare the mystic with death. Say: What end can it all come to, what's all the trouble about? The most it can come to is nothing."
Alan Watts

Obama is a Reptilian Shapeshifter, wait, what?!

First a friendly reminder that all posts are just possible/probable, and not what I "believe". For instance, I'm absolutely agnostic when it comes to lizzies. The only reason I didn't e-prime that title is for the humor! Just following a DS9 sync trail here! Benjamin Sisko resonating Obama strongly, I find the following tidbits from a couple of episodes interesting.

Star Trek DS9 6x06 The Sacrifice of Angels
Reptilian Cardassian Gul Dukat in Sisko's place on DS9
Holding Sisko's Baseball
The USS Defiant's only option at one point is to enter the
wormhole and destroy as much of the Dominion troops
before they reach the Alpha Quadrant.
A desperate suicide mission...
or so it seems...

But, Sisko is the emissary/messiah remember
The prophets help him out in a vision, they are in the stargate after all!
That vision starts with him, holding his imaginary invisible baseball, hmm.

"The Game must go on!" say the prophets in the appearance of the people he knows,
like Dukat, holding the baseball again, hello let your mind associate the two now thanks ;)
And guess who hands over the baseball to Sisko when defeated, why Gul Dukat of course.

Moving on to episode 6x09 Statistical Probabilities...
Damar has been granted Gul Dukat's old place by the Vorta, cause Dukat went mad after Damar killed his daughter and Dukat stayed on DS9 and was captured.
"Pretender! You don't belong on that throne!"
It takes a genetically engineered (and crazy) human to realize it...
basically that line applies to every 'ruler' btw ;)

But the crazy guy said it because this Third Eye Lizzy belongs on the throne in the DS9 story, interesting lighting huh? This lizzy who has become rather mad again after being initially cured, stranded with Sisko on a planet, hallucinated talking to people who aren't there voicing his subconscious thought processes in the episode 6x11 Waltz. In the next Sisko episode 6x13 Far Beyond the Stars, Sisko gets his own psychotic episode, imagining himself back in time in the USA when all men apparently weren't created that equal (racism sensitivity episode!)
More lizzie hints, Cassidy puts on Sisko's Hoffman Lenzes so he can see the lizzies too... ;)
"YOU CAN'T DESTROY AN IDEA! That's ancient knowledge!"
Sisko's father was the They-Live preacher from the prophets in this episode
Just like the Hoffman-lenzes sunglasses, from They Live, a movie about aliens secretly ruling our planet.
As Sisko ends his vision/psychosis and 'shapeshifts' to his old self again.