Saturday, August 1, 2009

Acid Owls

Nardwuar vs Robert Anton Wilson

Nardwuar asks Robert Anton Wilson, "You're Robert Anton Wilson, aren't you, Robert Anton Wilson?"

Nardwuar: Who are you?
Robert Anton Wilson: Okay, I’m Robert Anton Wilson to my readers, Bob Wilson to my friends, and "that old crank" to my neighbors.

Robert Anton Wilson, are you a witch?
Was that "a witch" or "a bitch?"

A witch! Robert Anton Wilson.
Which kind of witch?

You know a witch. You’ve done a few readings in Victoria. That’s like the witching capital of Canada. Are you a witch, or did you gravitate there?
I have been a witch I probably still am a witch.

What happened to Timothy Leary’s head?
Well, there are various versions of that, the accepted version is that he gave up on cryonics, and had his whole body cremated. But there’s a myth or a legend going around, or a rumour that may be true, for all I know. And that was all put on to prevent the authorities from interfering with his plans to commit suicide when the cancer got too painful, and have his head preserved, and so actually it was only his body that was cremated. The head was preserved, secretly. I don’t know whether that’s true or not; as I say, it’s a rumour. There’s another rumour going about, that the Fed.'s have seized his ashes because of a high quality of controlled substances in his ashes, and nobody knows what the street value might be.

Robert Anton Wilson, are you a CIA agent?
Ahh, if I were, I would deny it.

Are you an agent of disinformation?
Absolutely, and information.

So how come you haven’t been knocked off? Doesn’t that lead to the fact that you are a CIA agent, or that you are an agent of disinformation, Robert Anton Wilson?
Well, I tell you that Mae Brussell accused me of being an agent of the Rockefeller conspiracy. And I confessed that it was true, and I that my cellar is stacked high with gold bars that are brought every month, by David Rockefeller, personally. And I’m sure, up until her death, that she went around showing that letter to prove to people that I had confessed. People who want to believe such things are perfectly free to believe them. Woof, woof, woof.

Read or listen to it all at

Thursday, July 30, 2009

Michael Jackson's History Tour was a Wake Up call

Especially the opening & ending, behold! The Concert starts with a rollercoaster CGI ride with some interesting sights. Opening with Scream and They Don't Care About Us. I saw the tour in Ostend.

Michael Jackson History Tour Live in München- Part 1

Keep it in the Closet! lol and Wanna Be Startin' Something, as in ok, now we've really started.

Michael Jackson History Tour Live in München- Part 2

Then at the end of the concert, after Dangerous in this next vid around the 4th minute it's Black or White.

Michael Jackson History Tour Live in München- Part 9

Earth Song. Check out the emo soldier moment starting at 8.30, aww.

Michael Jackson History Tour Live in München- Part 10

Heal the World.

Michael Jackson History Tour Live in München- Part 11

They Don't Care About us drums with different flags shown. Followed by History.

Michael Jackson History Tour Live in München- Part 12

Voyager's All Seeing Eye on the Pyramid

That's Brad - Grima Wormtongue - Dourif
from Star Trek Voyager 2x16 Meld

Sunday, July 26, 2009

Robert Anton Wilson: Governments & Anarchy

Freeman & DS9: The Changing Face of Evil

Watching DS9 through Freeman's Reality tunnel:
episode 7x20 fittingly called 'The Changing Face of Evil'
The Sirius Fish people as reported by the Dogon tribe.
The Alpha Draconis reptilian (could also be Cardassians)
The genetically engineered political leader (Obama).
Pawns of the 'Founders' that are easily expendable.
The technologically advanced alien race.
Looky here, Reptilian Cardassian Gul Dukat has 'shapeshifted' through surgery to become a Bajoran religious pawn of the Pah-Wraiths, deceiving the Bajoran religious leader to betray the Prophets and try to release the Pah-Wraiths from their emprisonment in the Bajoran Fire Caves.
Gaining wisdom requires (blood) sacrifice in this episode
There you go, Grimoire Brûlée.

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