Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Conspiritus: The Illuminati Conspiracy

Conspiritus: The Illuminati Conspiracy part 1 & here is the playlist.

Filter as you please. Here is the first version. About the embedded one though: This one explains the origin of the Illuminati, and slowly moves on with the agenda. The old one was in many ways too extreme and was only supposed to be seen by very experienced researchers.

They sold their souls for rock and roll

This documentary is from a Christian reality tunnel but quite interesting if you play with your filters a little, ok, a lot. Warning some unnecessary Christian shock value graphic images concerning abortion and stds... :p

Monday, August 17, 2009

Fear Factory: Transgression

Fear Factory: Transgression

One nation, one nation of Gods
divided by faith, Nation divided by faith

Witness deliberate war of attrition
Witness deliberate war of attrition

Judge me not, judge lest you be judged
Eyes are blind, blinded by violation

I hate your contention
I hate your violation
I hate your corruption
I hate your life destruction

I am your enemy...

Witness deliberate war of attrition
Kill my mind, my mind is the weapon

Words are banned, words meant to enlighten

I hate your contention
I hate your violation
I hate your corruption
I hate your life destruction

I am your enemy...
I will resist endlessly...


I'm on smallband :p I'll have to wait till next month to continue the industry series cause previewing takes a little too long.

Sunday, August 16, 2009

The Terra Papers - Hidden History of Planet Earth

The Terra Papers - Hidden History of Planet Earth

Lecture by Robert Morning Sky. Poor sound quality but very entertaining. Especially part 4.

Fear Factory - Securitron (Police State 2000)

Fear Factory - Securitron (Police State 2000) - Album Version (but cut shorter)

Invade and encompass to judge and dissect
Witness and persecute to serve and protect
To serve, and protect to serve
To serve, and protect to serve

Watchful and aware, constrain every movement
Admit the consequences, freedom's an illusion

Where is security governed through scrutiny?
Your privacy denied, organized and confined!
No place to hide! No place to hide!

There is no place to hide
Plugged in your mind
Conformed design
To concede your rights
Concede your mind
Surrender to authority

"all must abide and all must adhere"
Future oppression becoming more clear
This is a warning so you must take heed
This coming vision is reality

Where is security governed through scrutiny?
Your privacy denied, organized and confined!
No place to hide! No place to hide...

Industry 14&15 Beyonce's back & I am

I am tour. Transhuman & animal print Outfits. Baphomet. George Michael video. Alice Dellal. Rihanna & Beyonce covers. Coin flip. TLC robotic clips. Pentagon. Praying - Robot Transformation. Water transformation. "I think your bionic. I don't think you're beautiful, I think you're bionic." Lil Wayne.

I am. Gods. Kanye west about Lil Wayne: "Bow in the presence of a true living legend in hip-hop. Lil Wayne the god." lol. Kanye: "God chose me, he made a path for me. I am God's vessel." right... Lil Wayne "I am music" tour, two "I am hip hop" shirt. I am the future cd image. Alicia Keys - As I am. Will I Am - It's a new day. P Diddy - I am King. Nas - I am... 50 cent - I am what I am, reebok. Allen Iverson I am. Novel - I am Future Black President (Raping "Ben Folds - The Luckiest"). "I'm the sun, I'm light. I'm the blade of the knife, that slaughtered the lamb. The greatest sacrifice, the son of Abraham. I'm the truth." Jay-Z the truth. Pyramid symbol. Hova Hova Hova chant. Jay Hova. Jehova. I am what I am. Jamie Foxx & T-Pain - Alcohol. Man (Robot) cannot live on gossip alone.

Saturday, August 15, 2009

George Carlin on psychedelics

George Carlin on psychedelics

Industry 12&13: Poke Her Face and more

part 12 is not on youtube but can be found in the list here

Kid Cudi: Day and Night. I toss and turn I keep stressing my mind. More lyrics. Oz. Checkered floor. Kid Cudi clip talking about the fake industry. "This game is just like not for real honest motherfuckers. It's not, this shit is really like WWE." Garth Brooks & alter ego Chris Gains, the dark side. Compass. Rza of Wu-Tang Clan of all people and his hedonic transhuman alter ego Bobby Digital we saw briefly in this post. Sirius symbol. One eye. Bobby digital glove and duality mask. You can't stop me know video. Pyramid. (Mos Def has a song Undeniable using a very similar sample which is pretty good, from the album True Magic.) 7 stars. Checkered floor. Hillary Duff - Personal Jesus sample. Depeche Mode. Dunno what's to see in that vid though. Dark Angel model Adriana Lima. Johnny Cash. Marilyn Manson. Hands.

Lady Gaga: Poke'rFace video. Subliminal oral sex. Animalistic. Mirrormask. One Eye. Lightcross. P-p-p-poke her face. F-f-f-fuck her face. Now watch again. Water dripping from face. I wanna hold em. Raise em. She's got to love nobody? Hard pair. Russian Roulette and phallic 'gun'. The meaning of the song poker face was not allowed to be discussed on a radio interview that was cancelled. Just in case you are piling up the 'coincidences' and think this is farfetched: Part 13 addendum - 4 puppets in one song! Kid Kudi ft. Kanye West, Common, Lady Gaga - I poke her face.

Battlestar Galactica 78: Saga of a Star World

Battlestar Galactica 78: Saga of a Star World

Humanity lived on twelve colony worlds in a far distant star system. They fought a thousand-year war with the Cylons, warrior robots created by a reptilian race which expired long ago—presumably destroyed by their own creations. Having never been commanded to cease fire, these warrior robots continuously waged war against the colonials. Mankind was defeated in a sneak attack on their homeworlds conceived by these robotic servants, now referred to as Cylons, and carried out with the help of Count Baltar (John Colicos). Protected by the last surviving warship, a "battlestar" called Galactica, the survivors fled in any ship that could fly. The Commander of the Galactica, Adama (Lorne Greene), led this "rag-tag fugitive fleet" of 220 ships in search of a new home on a legendary planet called Earth. The episodes dealt with the fleet's struggle to survive the Cylon threat and to find Earth.
The era in which this exodus took place is never clearly stated in the series itself. The implication of the final aired episode, "The Hand of God", was that the original series took place after the Apollo 11 moon landing in July 1969, almost certainly centuries later, allowing for the time necessary for the propagation at light-speed of television images of the landing to be received by the Galactica. In "Saga of a Star World" the President of the 12 Tribes states "as we approach the seventh millennium of time..." The later Galactica 1980 series is expressly set in 1980.

"There are those who believe that life here began out there. Far across the universe with tribes of humans who may have been the forefathers of the Egyptians or the Toltecs or the Mayans. They may have been the architects of the great pyramids, or the lost civilizations of Lemuria, or Atlantis. Some believe that there may yet be brothers of man who even now fight to survive somewhere beyond the heavens." Opening narrative
Illuminated Triangle
The Original Starbuck, A-Team's Face instead of Kara Thrace.
Is this for a Pilot or a Pharaoh?!
Speaking of Pharaohs, the Pyramid ball sport of the new BSG
was a Pyramid card game in the original series.
"A perfect Pyramid."
"How could I've been so completely wrong? I led the entire human race to ruin!"
Last words of President Adar aboard the Battlestar Atlantia, moments before it's destruction. (This earlier screenshot shows him with Baltar, who misled him like a Grima Wormtongue who sells out his own people for power. Except of course, when you deal with evil, evil doesn't stick to the deal. Silly Baltar. Other politicians are not helpful later in the episode either and could have again caused the end of humanity by wanting all pilots at a banquet, but Adama was prepared and replaced them with other men while having the pilots ready.
Peace and the checkered floor pattern.
Obelisk, checkered floor, pyramid buildings, hello.
When Cylons attack...
Instead of Peace, she's just a pea.
Please miss, the building's gonna topple!
Some human harvesting, always nice. You know how the aliens do it? They entertain humans in a casino above to distract them, and an elevator leads unsuspecting users down into a trap.
From the wiki: After initially escaping the Cylons, across a massive star field called the Magniton Nova Field, because of its extremely dangerous, hot environment and Cylon mines the Galactica and its "ragtag fugitive fleet" find brief respite on the resort planet of Carillon, where they hope to find food and fuel for their journey. As much of the fleet's food supplies were contaminated by pluton bombs during the Cylon attack, the fleet is in desperate straits and must find a food source soon or face starvation, and Carillon has plenty.
It quickly becomes apparent that there is more to Carillon than meets the eye. The fact that Carillon has more than enough food and fuel for the fleet's needs makes Adama wary. It is also apparently the largest tylium (fighter fuel) mining facility in that part of the galaxy, but nobody has ever heard of the place. Adama questions where the Ovions are getting their food and what the connection is between the resort on the surface and the underground mining operations. Starbuck is pleased that he is winning so much at the gaming tables, but begins to suspect that something is wrong because the gamblers never lose their money.
Adama grows increasingly suspicious and does some research on the Carillon outpost. He discovers that Baltar was responsible for performing the initial Carillon survey and reported that tylium was too minimal for mining. He immediately smells a Cylon trap.
Indeed, the Ovions, Carillon's indigenous insectoid inhabitants, are in league with the Cylons and the resort on the surface is a trap. The Ovions use humans as food for their young in nesting areas deep underground. Apollo (Richard Hatch, Tom Zarek in the new series) and Starbuck investigate the disappearance of some of their comrades and discover the conspiracy. Starbuck suspects that the Ovions are supplying the Cylons with tylium for their military and suggests to set fire to it with his laser pistol in order to blow the planet apart and deprive the Cylons of a major source of fighter fuel.
With the Twelve Colonies gone, humanity has to move
Colonial movers
We move anywhere
Heavenly Beams
Small difference with the new Battlestar series, in the original the Cylons were not created by man, but by an alien reptilian race. Heh! Those lizzies are everywhere.
They say to Baltar they want him to offer a truce to the humans.
"I will send with you a basestar, entirely under your command... Lucifer?"
Lucifer, the transhuman demon.

More Battlestar Galactica here

A Parable: The New Breed; Rulers of Humanity

A Parable: The New Breed; Rulers of Humanity

Embedded vid is trailer, the link is to the playlist. By Lenon Honor.

Fear Factory: New Breed

We are the new breed
We are the future
We are immune to life itself
Cold rules of reality
Born, bred, beaten
We have control of destiny
We have control of what's to be
Born, bred, beaten
New breed, new breed
We are immune to life itself
Cold rules of reality
We have control of destiny
We have control of what's to be
Born, bred, beaten
New breed, new breed
New breed (We are the new breed)
New breed (We are the future)

Friday, August 14, 2009

Prodigy (Mobb Deep) - Illuminati

Prodigy (Mobb Deep) - Illuminati (music starts at 1.05)

From wiki: In early June 2008, Prodigy revealed he wasn't too fond of the Barack Obama while he was a presidential candidate. He told that Obama was a "phony" and a "plastic president", but also wished him the best of luck. "I wish nothing but love and happiness for him," the rapper said. "But he's either gonna be assassinated to create chaos and bring about Martial Law or he'll live and then years down the line, at the end of his term everybody will see that he's just like the rest of these plastic Presidents, who does absolutely nothing good. Just another puppet for the Royal family."
Definitely check out Prodigy's illuminati hip hop & jay-z letter out of prison

(Fan talking)
Ohh, yo, ohh shit man, what up dunn?
Yo where've you been at man?
Yo we need you man
You gotta put out that knowledge
Kick that street knowledge G
Please man, you got that drugs
I need my fix of that dope
C'mon man, please man, you got it man, c'mon man

Now the latest gun drive, jelly beans
GMT peyote, I know you feel me
P's song is a natural tripping me
My rhymes is so vivid, you start to see things
Way different, America's fiend
I was fast asleep, but now I'm wide awake
I was under the spell of Kangol and reserved notes
Religion and fashion, I used to be flashy
'Til I had a total recall, forgot what I've already knew
It took me 33 years for me to see the truth
Ever so clear I was too young
I couldn't articulate myself the right way son
But now let me break it down, pass it all around
This is not a theory, lift the spirits, see his spirit
They wanna put me in a straightjacket in a padded room
And tell the world there's 12 monkeys so they can be confused

(Chorus) X2
Illuminati want my mind, soul and my body
Secret Society trying to keep their eye on me
But I'ma stay incogni' in places they can't find me
Make my moves strategically

They say life is like Chess
But fuck that I'm tired of playing games with you kids
Ain't no time for playing, check the rhymes it's insane
I write it for the streets, for the hood inspiration
Inspire every party to map where it's poverty
I started with a Mobb but now I got an army
With soldiers and troopers
The TV and the radio scared the death of us
So we hit the YouTube up
Now I got millions of views
Now watch how many rappers follow what P do
Now I'm too hoody to conform to the program
I'm too much of a rebel for me to try to fit in
Nigga! It don't matter on the color of your skin
Right now you either positive or you negative
I got friends in high places, multiple races
And coaches on my side, all you got is paper

(Chorus) X2

(Fades to Raekwon the Chef talking)

The Creator, gods, Evil, and the Manipulation of Humanity

The Creator, gods, Evil, and the Manipulation of Humanity (5 vids)

Could it be possible that reality is much more complex than we have been taught? Is it possible that there is a distinguishable difference between the Creator and the gods? This documentary reveals to us an important truth; that our understanding of the Creator is extremely limited. This documentary is the second in a series of films by Lenon Honor.

Industry 10 & 11 - Sexual & Transhumanist Propaganda

The Industry 10 Britney & Usher

Britney Spears - If you seek Amy (F.U.C.K. ME). Professional people wearing suits and dresses. Sexual propaganda. Usher - My Way. Devil in Background. Eye. Masonic checker cab and floor. A Clockwork Orange. Cover. Recurring: Cane & Top Hat and Lady in red. Singing in the Rain (greets to Lenon Honor).

The Industry 11 More Transhuman propaganda

Lady Gaga. Transhuman propaganda. "Half psychotic, sick, hypnotic. Got my blueprint, it's symphonic. Half psychotic, sick hypnotic. Got my blueprint electronic." Metropolis. Checkered board. Janet Jackson & busta Rhymes. Checkered room. Serpent transformation. Dancers silver & Busta Rainman - Rihanna connection: rain, silver, pyramid. Will Smith - Will2K. Madonna 13 lucky nr, the age when boys get bar mitzvah, when the soul gets completely solidified in your body. One of those Kabbalah things...

The Magic of Disney "Demons In The Outfield; Pedophilic Baseball"

The Magic of Disney "Demons In The Outfield; Pedophilic Baseball"

By Lenon Honor

Thursday, August 13, 2009

Philip K. Dick's "Beyond the Door"

Philip K. Dick's "Beyond the Door" An adaptation of the short story of the same name

~ Did you ever wonder at the lonely life the bird in a cuckoo clock has to lead—that it might possibly love and hate just as easily as a real animal of flesh and blood? Philip Dick used that idea for this brief fantasy tale. We're sure that after reading it you'll give cuckoo clocks more respect. ~

Larry Thomas bought a cuckoo clock for his wife—without knowing the price he would have to pay.

That night at the dinner table he brought it out and set it down beside her plate. Doris stared at it, her hand to her mouth. "My God, what is it?" She looked up at him, bright-eyed.

"Well, open it."

Doris tore the ribbon and paper from the square package with her sharp nails, her bosom rising and falling. Larry stood watching her as she lifted the lid. He lit a cigarette and leaned against the wall.

"A cuckoo clock!" Doris cried. "A real old cuckoo clock like my mother had." She turned the clock over and over. "Just like my mother had, when Pete was still alive." Her eyes sparkled with tears.

"It's made in Germany," Larry said. After a moment he added, "Carl got it for me wholesale. He knows some guy in the clock business. Otherwise I wouldn't have—" He stopped.

Doris made a funny little sound.

"I mean, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to afford it." He scowled. "What's the matter with you? You've got your clock, haven't you? Isn't that what you want?"

Doris sat holding onto the clock, her fingers pressed against the brown wood.

"Well," Larry said, "what's the matter?"

He watched in amazement as she leaped up and ran from the room, still clutching the clock. He shook his head. "Never satisfied. They're all that way. Never get enough."

He sat down at the table and finished his meal.

The cuckoo clock was not very large. It was hand-made, however, and there were countless frets on it, little indentations and ornaments scored in the soft wood. Doris sat on the bed drying her eyes and winding the clock. She set the hands by her wristwatch. Presently she carefully moved the hands to two minutes of ten. She carried the clock over to the dresser and propped it up.

Then she sat waiting, her hands twisted together in her lap—waiting for the cuckoo to come out, for the hour to strike.

As she sat she thought about Larry and what he had said. And what she had said, too, for that matter—not that she could be blamed for any of it. After all, she couldn't keep listening to him forever without defending herself; you had to blow your own trumpet in the world.

She touched her handkerchief to her eyes suddenly. Why did he have to say that, about getting it wholesale? Why did he have to spoil it all? If he felt that way he needn't have got it in the first place. She clenched her fists. He was so mean, so damn mean.

But she was glad of the little clock sitting there ticking to itself, with its funny grilled edges and the door. Inside the door was the cuckoo, waiting to come out. Was he listening, his head cocked on one side, listening to hear the clock strike so that he would know to come out?

Did he sleep between hours? Well, she would soon see him: she could ask him. And she would show the clock to Bob. He would love it; Bob loved old things, even old stamps and buttons. He liked to go with her to the stores. Of course, it was a little awkward, but Larry had been staying at the office so much, and that helped. If only Larry didn't call up sometimes to—

There was a whirr. The clock shuddered and all at once the door opened. The cuckoo came out, sliding swiftly. He paused and looked around solemnly, scrutinizing her, the room, the furniture.

It was the first time he had seen her, she realized, smiling to herself in pleasure. She stood up, coming toward him shyly. "Go on," she said. "I'm waiting."

The cuckoo opened his bill. He whirred and chirped, quickly, rhythmically. Then, after a moment of contemplation, he retired. And the door snapped shut.

She was delighted. She clapped her hands and spun in a little circle. He was marvelous, perfect! And the way he had looked around, studying her, sizing her up. He liked her; she was certain of it. And she, of course, loved him at once, completely. He was just what she had hoped would come out of the little door.

Doris went to the clock. She bent over the little door, her lips close to the wood. "Do you hear me?" she whispered. "I think you're the most wonderful cuckoo in the world." She paused, embarrassed. "I hope you'll like it here."

Then she went downstairs again, slowly, her head high.

Larry and the cuckoo clock really never got along well from the start. Doris said it was because he didn't wind it right, and it didn't like being only half-wound all the time. Larry turned the job of winding over to her; the cuckoo came out every quarter hour and ran the spring down without remorse, and someone had to be ever after it, winding it up again.

Doris did her best, but she forgot a good deal of the time. Then Larry would throw his newspaper down with an elaborate weary motion and stand up. He would go into the dining-room where the clock was mounted on the wall over the fireplace. He would take the clock down and making sure that he had his thumb over the little door, he would wind it up.

"Why do you put your thumb over the door?" Doris asked once.

"You're supposed to."

She raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure? I wonder if it isn't that you don't want him to come out while you're standing so close."

"Why not?"

"Maybe you're afraid of him."

Larry laughed. He put the clock back on the wall and gingerly removed his thumb. When Doris wasn't looking he examined his thumb.

There was still a trace of the nick cut out of the soft part of it. Who—or what—had pecked at him?

One Saturday morning, when Larry was down at the office working over some important special accounts, Bob Chambers came to the front porch and rang the bell.

Doris was taking a quick shower. She dried herself and slipped into her robe. When she opened the door Bob stepped inside, grinning.

"Hi," he said, looking around.

"It's all right. Larry's at the office."

"Fine." Bob gazed at her slim legs below the hem of the robe. "How nice you look today."

She laughed. "Be careful! Maybe I shouldn't let you in after all."

They looked at one another, half amused half frightened. Presently Bob said, "If you want, I'll—"

"No, for God's sake." She caught hold of his sleeve. "Just get out of the doorway so I can close it. Mrs. Peters across the street, you know."

She closed the door. "And I want to show you something," she said. "You haven't seen it."

He was interested. "An antique? Or what?"

She took his arm, leading him toward the dining-room. "You'll love it, Bobby." She stopped, wide-eyed. "I hope you will. You must; you must love it. It means so much to me—he means so much."

"He?" Bob frowned. "Who is he?"

Doris laughed. "You're jealous! Come on." A moment later they stood before the clock, looking up at it. "He'll come out in a few minutes. Wait until you see him. I know you two will get along just fine."

"What does Larry think of him?"

"They don't like each other. Sometimes when Larry's here he won't come out. Larry gets mad if he doesn't come out on time. He says—"

"Says what?"

Doris looked down. "He always says he's been robbed, even if he did get it wholesale." She brightened. "But I know he won't come out because he doesn't like Larry. When I'm here alone he comes right out for me, every fifteen minutes, even though he really only has to come out on the hour."

She gazed up at the clock. "He comes out for me because he wants to. We talk; I tell him things. Of course, I'd like to have him upstairs in my room, but it wouldn't be right."

There was the sound of footsteps on the front porch. They looked at each other, horrified.

Larry pushed the front door open, grunting. He set his briefcase down and took off his hat. Then he saw Bob for the first time.

"Chambers. I'll be damned." His eyes narrowed. "What are you doing here?" He came into the dining-room. Doris drew her robe about her helplessly, backing away.

"I—" Bob began. "That is, we—" He broke off, glancing at Doris. Suddenly the clock began to whirr. The cuckoo came rushing out, bursting into sound. Larry moved toward him.

"Shut that din off," he said. He raised his fist toward the clock. The cuckoo snapped into silence and retreated. The door closed. "That's better." Larry studied Doris and Bob, standing mutely together.

"I came over to look at the clock," Bob said. "Doris told me that it's a rare antique and that—"

"Nuts. I bought it myself." Larry walked up to him. "Get out of here." He turned to Doris. "You too. And take that damn clock with you."

He paused, rubbing his chin. "No. Leave the clock here. It's mine; I bought it and paid for it."

In the weeks that followed after Doris left, Larry and the cuckoo clock got along even worse than before. For one thing, the cuckoo stayed inside most of the time, sometimes even at twelve o'clock when he should have been busiest. And if he did come out at all he usually spoke only once or twice, never the correct number of times. And there was a sullen, uncooperative note in his voice, a jarring sound that made Larry uneasy and a little angry.

But he kept the clock wound, because the house was very still and quiet and it got on his nerves not to hear someone running around, talking and dropping things. And even the whirring of a clock sounded good to him.

But he didn't like the cuckoo at all. And sometimes he spoke to him.

"Listen," he said late one night to the closed little door. "I know you can hear me. I ought to give you back to the Germans—back to the Black Forest." He paced back and forth. "I wonder what they're doing now, the two of them. That young punk with his books and his antiques. A man shouldn't be interested in antiques; that's for women."

He set his jaw. "Isn't that right?"

The clock said nothing. Larry walked up in front of it. "Isn't that right?" he demanded. "Don't you have anything to say?"

He looked at the face of the clock. It was almost eleven, just a few seconds before the hour. "All right. I'll wait until eleven. Then I want to hear what you have to say. You've been pretty quiet the last few weeks since she left."

He grinned wryly. "Maybe you don't like it here since she's gone." He scowled. "Well, I paid for you, and you're coming out whether you like it or not. You hear me?"

Eleven o'clock came. Far off, at the end of town, the great tower clock boomed sleepily to itself. But the little door remained shut. Nothing moved. The minute hand passed on and the cuckoo did not stir. He was someplace inside the clock, beyond the door, silent and remote.

"All right, if that's the way you feel," Larry murmured, his lips twisting. "But it isn't fair. It's your job to come out. We all have to do things we don't like."

He went unhappily into the kitchen and opened the great gleaming refrigerator. As he poured himself a drink he thought about the clock.

There was no doubt about it—the cuckoo should come out, Doris or no Doris. He had always liked her, from the very start. They had got along well, the two of them. Probably he liked Bob too—probably he had seen enough of Bob to get to know him. They would be quite happy together, Bob and Doris and the cuckoo.

Larry finished his drink. He opened the drawer at the sink and took out the hammer. He carried it carefully into the dining-room. The clock was ticking gently to itself on the wall.

"Look," he said, waving the hammer. "You know what I have here? You know what I'm going to do with it? I'm going to start on you—first." He smiled. "Birds of a feather, that's what you are—the three of you."

The room was silent.

"Are you coming out? Or do I have to come in and get you?"

The clock whirred a little.

"I hear you in there. You've got a lot of talking to do, enough for the last three weeks. As I figure it, you owe me—"

The door opened. The cuckoo came out fast, straight at him. Larry was looking down, his brow wrinkled in thought. He glanced up, and the cuckoo caught him squarely in the eye.

Down he went, hammer and chair and everything, hitting the floor with a tremendous crash. For a moment the cuckoo paused, its small body poised rigidly. Then it went back inside its house. The door snapped tight-shut after it.

The man lay on the floor, stretched out grotesquely, his head bent over to one side. Nothing moved or stirred. The room was completely silent, except, of course, for the ticking of the clock.

"I see," Doris said, her face tight. Bob put his arm around her, steadying her.

"Doctor," Bob said, "can I ask you something?"

"Of course," the doctor said.

"Is it very easy to break your neck, falling from so low a chair? It wasn't very far to fall. I wonder if it might not have been an accident. Is there any chance it might have been—"

"Suicide?" the doctor rubbed his jaw. "I never heard of anyone committing suicide that way. It was an accident; I'm positive."

"I don't mean suicide," Bob murmured under his breath, looking up at the clock on the wall. "I meant something else."

But no one heard him.

Chris Knowles interview on William Henry's Revelations

Could there be a connection between comic book heroes and real aliens, either unconscious or something created in the minds of comic book artists by the aliens themselves? Christopher Knowles points out many instances of comic artists being pop culture prophets, among them the fact that a book was drawn involving a face on Mars in 1959, and in 1971 the concept of the stargate entered our imaginations--out of a comic book.

Listen to the full interview here at Revelations with William Henry.

Gnostic Media: Bush, Al-Qaeda, and Blow Back - An Interview with John Loftus

Gnostic Media: Bush, Al-Qaeda, and Blow Back - An Interview with John Loftus

Interview with the former top US Justice Dept Prosecutor under the Carter and Reagan administrations about the history of Bush family crimes such as the funding the Nazis, as well as the US involvement in the creation of Al-Qaeda.

The Industry 7-9: Transformation, Rituals, Sex, Magick

The Industry Part 7 Transformation (links under the embedded vids are for clips for those who can't see the vid cause of copyrights)

Don Omar - Virtual Diva behind the scenes, "The first part showcases his transformation from Don Omar, the human, to Idon, a being totally recreated and influenced by technology. Robot Gloves and claws. T.I. & Justin Timberlake: Dead and Gone ritual. Crossed Arms. Egyptian Sun Worhip. Turning head to cardinal directions. Serpent. Burning piano, burning of music and soul to sell out. Rainman: Demonic spirit that speaks through performers like Jay-Z, Eminem and Rihanna. Hillary Duff transformation. Beyonce at Oscars. Grease (lyrics).

The Industry part 8

Ciara and Super C. Ciara Go: Girl feat. T-Pain (The Mad Hatter) video. Black White Masonic Stargate Symbolism, Robotic Movements, Transformation up & down arrows. Nevermind the nrs. Taking it back to the hood? The Robot Hood? "Recreating her" in 3rd person. Ciara The Evolution cd. Beyonce Evolved magazine cover. Janet Jackson Capstone Pyramid performance. Control. Mind Control. Control of what I say and control of what I do, and this time I'm gonna do it my way, lol, the puppetmaster's way. Masonic Compass and fire stage. Britney Spears Robotic outfits. Metropolis worker. "I'm a slave for you." Miley Cyrus: The Climb. Pyramid with path to the top. Stairs of Masonry. Stargate. Rain water transformation. Sun worship.

The Industry Part 9 Sex Sells & Hollywood Magic clip

Magic: Sometimes known as Sorcery, magic is a complete conceptual system of thought, belief and knowledge that asserts human ability to control the natural world. So how does one control the natural world or "perform Magic"? It is a quite simple secret really: Manipulation of Emotions.

Emotion: An emotion is a complex pattern, involving experiential, behavioral, and physiological elements, by which an individual attempts tod eal with a personally significant matter of event.
Emotion arises without conscious effort and is either positive or negative. A good magician is a good behaviorist. Behaviorism: A philosophy of psychology based on the proposition that all things which organisms do - including acting, thinking and feeling can and should be regarded as behaviors. So in other words in order to perform "Magic" on a subject, one must control their emotional state and response. And in order to do that one must know their subject's behavior patterns.

So if the Magician studies or knows the subject's behavior patterns, the Magician can then manipulate the subject's environment to produce the desired emotional response. And the "spell" is a success. Magic has never left. Pills replace Potions. Holly-Wood movies replace wands. Media casts the spells (spelling, aaron :p).

The rest of the clip features: South Park Disney clip Jonas Bros & Chastity Rings VS Mickey Mouse. Sex Sells. Katy Perry riding phallic symbol. Britney Spears school outfit. Eyes wide shut clip.

Extra clip:

Justin Timberlake feat. Ciara - Love Sex Magic

Loving Sex Magick!? ;) Big Shades & Animal Prints. Check.

Everything ain’t what it seems
I wave my hands and I got you
And you feel so fly assisting me
But now it’s my turn to watch you

RZA: The Birth

RZA: The Birth
Thanks to Corbeau! I'd have to highlight the entire lyrics to this so I don't! But check out at the end of the first verse he (or his current alter ego Prince Rakeem) rejects his Bobby Digital alter ego (though there is another BD album after this one). On that: "RZA is well known for having multiple aliases, for different lyrical styles and personalities: Prince Rakeem, The Abbot, Bobby Digital, Bobby Steels. During his time with the Gravediggaz, he went by the name the Rzarector, which is for waking up the mentally dead."
and "I had to live in a way that I don't really live ... I got to dip my weed in honey, and I had mad bitches around me. I probably fucked with 50 bitches this year ... women are queens. But if they don't know that themselves, Bobby will prey on them. He'll treat them like bitches if they don't realize that they're queens. I had to get Bobby out of me, or else I'd be emotionally unbalanced. Bobby Digital is just me feeling my nuts. RZA is my heart." I still wonder how far this rabbit hole goes though, he says "I had to" ;).

[Intro: RZA (Daddy-O)]
Yeah, you knowwhatimean?
Cuz yo, this right here
Is called Knowledge of Self
When you apply that to yourself, you know yourself
You understand, yo, it's gonna get your third eye opened
You can see things for what they are, and not what they appear to be
Wanna kick the knowledge and pass this information to you?
Yo, there go the God right there, yo Peace, Born Knowledge
Peace God (Peace what up Bobby?)
Yo, yo... don't even call me Bobby no more, man (What I call you?)
My name is Prince Rakeem (Today's Mathematics?)
I see Today's Mathematics is being wisdom
Let me explain to you this way, God, the way I see it

[Chorus: female singer sample]
Ever since my Birth (no one there!)
I've had no one to care (worried all I know... yeah!)

They say wisdom, is the wise words spoken
By a brother attemptin' to open
The graves, of these mentally dead slaves
Who've been lost on a cross, for decades
And centuries, lookin' for the liberty
But receive nothin', but misery
And hard times, and things of that nature
By the devil in a genocide caper
Little Boy Peep, has lost his sheep
But I found 'em, in a deep long sleep
Nine thousand miles away from home
Livin' the life of a modern-day Flintstone
We the people, supposed to be equal
But the men who wrote that, they was evil
Slave owners, who did not include us
They just used us, and abused us
First they trick you, then mentally kill you
And use technologies, to rebuild you
This whole plan was a perfect scam
See that's why they called it, the Six Million Dollar Man
Six is the limitation of the Devil
In the Million square miles of land that he settles
Put you in a three piece suit, give you loot
Chemicals in your head to make you look cute
They use you as a fool to deceive your own people
And fillin' my children head with pins and needles
But I'll take out the pins you inserted
And I'll avenge all my mothers that you murdered
And brutalized, by this modern form of slavery
To speak the truth it takes bravery
And no man could stop my flow
Because I know what I speak and I speak what I know

[Hook: RZA]
What, becomes of a broken family?
Dreams are crushed and there's no more family

[Chorus 2X with RZA]

Yo, as a life can be slowed down 20 frames per second
Seen through Panavision
The inner light in my mind's eye shines expands the prism
A man of wisdom, victorious and the glorious
Sight beyond sight we stand up as Divine Warriors
Who smite with the mighty right hand of God
Yield the holy sword, swings the holy rod
Then bathe in the pond of Nirvana, escape the realm of Karma
Allow the true grace of God to shine through my persona
And build the reconstructional terms that's constructive
As we destroy the negative germs that's destructive
Productively, sincerely, we uphold the righteous banner
With the gold touch of Midas, mold the righteous hammer
And anvil, to the sound of Man-drill
Ignite to the speed of light cause time to stand still
Rewrite the script of Egypt, who made the Holy Bible
Or Koran, how long ago, who made the Holy Title?
Of I Self Lord And Master, who control the vital
Parts of your heart, who wrote the wise recitals?
Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig Allah, Arm-Leg-Leg-Arm-Head
Still puzzled like the jigsaw

[Chorus to fade]

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Space: Above and Beyond

Some tidbits from the first half of the Pilot of Space: Above and Beyond

In the years leading up to 2063, humanity has begun to colonize other planets. Without warning, a previously unknown alien species, the "Chigs", attack and destroy Earth's first extra-solar colony and then destroy a second colony ship. The bulk of the Earth military forces sent to confront the Chigs are destroyed or outflanked. In desperation, unproven and under-trained outfits like the 58th "Wildcards" are thrown against the Chigs. The Wildcards are the central focus of the series, which follows them as they grow from untried cadets into veterans. Although the unified Earth forces come under the control of a reformed United Nations, the UN has no armed forces of its own and therefore navies such as the U.S. Navy and the Royal Navy operate interstellar starships.

The Space: Above and Beyond milieu includes an underclass race of genetically engineered and artificially gestated humans who are born at the physical age of 18, and are collectively known as In Vitroes or sometimes, derogatorily, "tanks" or "nipple-necks". The In Vitroes have replaced the previous underclass, the artificial intelligences known as Silicates. These human-looking androids, referred to as "walking personal computers", have rebelled, formed their own societies, and wage a guerrilla war against human society. The Silicates are also suspected of having some involvement with the Chigs.

According to the producers, the main fictional work that influenced Space: Above and Beyond was the 1974 science fiction novel The Forever War by Joe Haldeman, in addition to other fictional works such as the 1948 World War II biographic novel The Naked and the Dead by Norman Mailer, the 1895 American Civil War novel The Red Badge of Courage by Stephen Crane, and the Iliad, and the 1962 television series "Combat!."[1] At the same time, Space: Above and Beyond also shares conspiracy elements with other television shows co-produced by the same team, such as The X-Files and Millennium.

"Tonight we stand beneath a new heaven, after a 150 years of calling out the silence (Cylons? ;p) of the universe. It shows life is unique, we are alone. You and I are among the first to bring life to the stars, to this planet. The furthest any human has ever ventured. I know there are those at home who'd say that we are here only as a status symbol. Others say that we are fortune hunters, or that we're running away. But I know we're here because of faith. Faith in each other. For a better world. The rocket fuel that brought us here can be burned away, but our belief in ourselves, in one another, in the future, never can be. Never will be."

Pentagon Clock
A romantic couple of Astronauts try to kiss but are blocked by their helmets. Technology comes between human affection, hmm.
A burning Earth flag
Corpus Christi, the body of Christ.
3 stars
Cross Eye in Triangle
Tellus was a Roman Earth Goddess, the counterpart of the Greek Gaia
Inside of Rocket is Stargate shaped
"Not to mention the severe legal consequences of breaking your contract." says the superior when the couple of Astronauts threatens to quit when forced to choose one of them to go and one to stay, instead of going both. Later the superior says there is a possibility for the other to get there through the marines.
Look at that footprint
Another eye in the triangle
Marine Symbol, Spread Eagle and an 'anchored' world
Winged Disc of Lightning, logo of the "Angry Angels" Squadron
While news of an alien attack comes on tv, the human pilots are fighting each other... The Chig War begins, six years after the AI wars, which apparently went better than in the Terminator universe.

LSDEX Psyart

The Industry 5 & 6: Dehumanization of Humans and Humanization of Robots

The Industry part 5: Dehumanization of Humans and Humanization of Robots

Transhumanist Agenda. Robotic Propaganda. Alex Jones narrative. Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles. Alan Watt interview on Common & Pharrel Williams: Universal Mind Control. Transformers movie. Predictive Programming. T-Pain voicebox. Music Industry Fraternal Orders. Jay-Z's exoteric Diamond Rock Symbol esoteric Illuminati Pyramid. Glastonbury Pyramid Stage. "I'm so illuminated I may glow in the dark." Kanye West's Glow in the Dark Tour. Apprentice grip photos. Media propaganda. Beyonce Robot. Kylie Minogue. Robotic gloves.
The real future is in the emergence of bio technology that will allow for both the engineering of human replacement parts and then - as the robotics and human bio engineering merge... we will see the emergence of an entirely new, more evolved species. Here's how he explained it:

"Speciation will not be a deliberate, programmed event. Instead it will involve an ever faster accumulation of small, useful improvements that eventually turn homo sapiens into a new hominid. We will likely see glimpses of this long-lived, partly mechanical, partly regrown creature that continues to rapidly drive its own evolution. As the branches of the tree of life, and of hominids, continue to grow and spread, many of our grandchildren will likely engineer themselves into what we would consider a new species, one with extraordinary capabilities, Homo-Evolutis."

Industry part 6 Coming into Focus (link here is to unedited video at eclipptv)

Ting Tings: Shut up and let me go triangle video. Pyramid without capstone stage on VMA performance. Daft Punk. Pyramid Stage from Tour. Television rules the nation around the world. Dressed as Robots. Harder Better Faster Stronger transformation video & album cover. Kanye West video & Pyramid performance at VMA with Daft Punk. Metropolis Ritual Janelle Monae Many Moons. Michael Jackson Subliminal croth grabbing alarm during Oprah Interview. Cybergirl, droid control get away now before they steal your soul. Quarantine. Final chapter, death bed, plastic sweat, metal skin, metallic tears, mannequin, carefree. Mannequin-robot symbolism. Beyonce Diva mannequins in truck. Walks away towards Robot dancers. Many Moons sacrifice.

Wu-Tang Clan - Impossible

Wu-Tang Clan-Impossible

[RZA] Yo... check check it
[Tekitha] You can never defeat
[RZA] Yo check the method of this shit right here one time
[Tekitha] The Gods
[RZA] Sparkin your braincells to the upmost
[Tekitha] Impossible
[RZA] Unlimited epidemics bein spreaded
[Tekitha] You can never defeat
[RZA] You know, we try and add on for y'all niggas
[Tekitha] The Gods
[RZA] Yo, yo

[Verse One: RZA]
Fusion of the five elements, to search for the higher intelligence
Women walk around celibate, livin irrelevant
The most benelovent king, communicatin through your dreams
Mental pictures been painted, Allah's heard and seen
everywhere, throughout your surroundin atmosphere
Troposphere, thermosphere, stratosphere
Can you imagine from one single idea, everything appeared here
Understanding makes my truth, crystal clear
Innocent black immigrants locked in housing tenemants
Eighty-Five percent tenants depend on welfare recipients
Stapleton's been stamped as a concentration camp
At night I walk through, third eye is bright as a street lamp
Electric microbes, robotic probes
Taking telescope pictures of globe,
babies getting pierced with microchips
stuffed inside their earlobes, then examinated
Blood contaminated, vaccinated, lives fabricated
Exaggerated authorization, Food and Drug Administration
Testin poison in prison population
My occupation to stop the innauguration of Satan
Some claim that it was Reagan, so I come to slay men
like Bartholemew, cause every particle is physical article
was diabolical to the last visible molecule
A space night like Rom, consume planets like Unicron
Blasting photon bombs from the arm like Galvatron

[Verse Two: U-God]
United Nations, gun fire style patient
Formulatin rap plural acapella occupation
Conquer land like Napoleon, military bomb fest
We want sanitary food, planetary conquest
Thug peoples on some hardco' body shit
Get your shit together 'fore the fuck Illuminati hit
Dreams is free in escape of sleep
For a fool peep jewels, keep tools for tough time
The rule of rough mind, elevate, stay behind
The sun gotta shine, keep on, cremate
the whole Babylon, times up, move on
Kings on your pawn, checkmate, no fakes
opposed through the gate, case closed
Things get froze, when it comes time, chosen ones
were holding guns, we take flight with no fright
and attack, never fear cause our words is clear
What's been done can't be undone Son, we can't care
Cause the last days and times are surely here
Snakes and flakes get blown, by the rightous ones
Divine minds bind, we unified as one
Half of black hope, we half broke, smoke a bowl of weed shit
Our everlastin answers stay flyin over Egypt

[Chorus: Tekitha]
For you to defeat, the Gods
Impossible, you can never... defeat
The Gods, impossible
For you to defeat, the Gods

[Verse Three: Ghostface Killah]
Call an ambulance, Jamie been shot, word to Kemit
Don't go Son, nigga you my motherfuckin heart
Stay still Son, don't move, just think about Keeba
She'll be three in January, your young God needs you
The ambulance is taking too long
Everybody get the fuck back, excuse me bitch, gimme your jack
One, seven one eight, nine one one, low battery, damn
Blood comin out his mouth, he bleedin badly
Nahhh Jamie, don't start that shit
Keep your head up, if you escape hell we gettin fucked up
When we was eight, we went to Bat Day to see the Yanks
In Sixty-Nine, his father and mines, they robbed banks
He pointed to the charm on his neck
With his last bit of energy left, told me rock it with respect
I opened it, seen the God holdin his kids
Photogenic, tears just burst out my wig
Plus he dropped one, oh shit, here come his Old Earth
With no shoes on, screamin holdin her breasts with a gown on
She fell and then lightly touched his jaw, kissed him
Rubbed his hair, turned around the ambulance was there
Plus the blue coats, Officer Lough, took it as a joke
Weeks ago he strip-searched the God and gave him back his coke
Bitches yellin, Beenie Man swung on Helen
In the back of a cop car, dirty tarts are tellin
But suddenly a chill came through it was weird
Felt like my man, was cast out my heaven now we share
Laid on the stretcher, blood on his Wally's like ketchup
Deep like the full assassination with a sketch of it
It can't be, from Yohoo to Lee's
Second grade humped the teachers, about to leave
Finally this closed chapter, comes to an end
He was announced, pronounced dead, y'all, at twelve ten

[Outro: Raekwon and Tekitha]
Now what my man is trying to tell y'all
Is that across the whole globe (you can never)
The murder rates is increasin, and we decreasin (you can never)
So at the same time, when you play with guns
When you play with guns Son (you can never defeat)
That causes the conflict of you goin against your own (the Gods)
You hear me, so let's pay attention
Straight up and down, cause this is only a story
From the real

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Illuminated Resurrection Ship

Battlestar Galactica: Triangular object with a center Triangle Eye
Illuminating the Sky

True Blood

True Blood is an American television drama series created and produced by Alan Ball. It is based on the The Southern Vampire Mysteries series of novels by Charlaine Harris.

True Blood details the co-existence of vampires and humans in Bon Temps (meaning "good time" in French), a fictional small northern Louisiana town. The series centers on Sookie Stackhouse (Anna Paquin), a telepathic waitress at a bar, who falls in love with vampire Bill Compton (Stephen Moyer).

So here's another series, just like Reaper, Dollhouse, Better off Ted and so many, many others, throwing in evil with the normal. 2 years ago the vampires came out of their coffins, and it'll be a "new world" sorta thing with them out in the open... To me True Blood resonates with a certain "true bloodline" and their link to the darker Secret Societies. After all, who live forever and feed on the masses like the initiated famous puppets and their puppetmasters... .

"The strong must feed, someone die, someone bleed"
'Wu-Tang Clan - A Better Tomorrow' from earlier post

Anna Paquin as Sookie, want some ketchup with that?
We stop by the side of the road at a place where they sell "tru blood"
The TV is playing, the TV, a vampire on its own.
Nan Flanagan, American Vampire League:
"We're citizens, we pay taxes, we deserve basic civil rights just like anyone else"
Bill Maher, the puppet to soothe the unthinking left, and remember you're an idiot if you disagree with him on anything...

Maher: "Yeah but I mean come on doesn't your race have a rather sordid history of exploiting and feeding off innocent people for centuries." (Sounds like your bosses Bill!)
Nan: "3 points. 1. Show me documentation, doesn't exist. (does fiction count?)
2. Doesn't your race have a history of exploitation?
3. Now that the japanese have perfected synthetic blood which satisfies all of our nutritional needs, there is no reason for anyone to fear us."

As they say later in the show "You'd pass up on your favorite meal everyday in exchange for slimfast?"
The dude behind the counter has Baphomet and Satanic Cross around his neck
More tough... jewelry...
He impersonates a vampire to scare some customers for laughs.
A real vampire isn't amused though,
"You ever pretend to be one of us again, and I'll kill you."
those teeth pop out in a very lame way btw...
A tough vampire getting drained for blood by two junkies who need their fix of vamp blood. The hottest new drug...
Vampire screwing is popular too... ("I was a little scared"...)
Tru Blood, type O!

Theme Song time!

True Blood

When You Came In The Air Went Out.
And Every Shadow Filled Up With Doubt.
I Don’t Know Who You Think You Are;
But Before The Night Is Through;
I Wanna Do Bad Things With You.

I’m The Kind To Sit Up In His Room.
Heart Sick An’ Eyes Filled Up With Blue.
I Don’t Know What You’ve Done To Me;
But I Know This Much Is True:
I Wanna Do Bad Things With You.

When You Came In The Air Went Out.
And All Those Shadows There Filled Up With Doubt.
I Don’t Know Who You Think You Are;
But Before The Night Is Through;
I Wanna Do Bad Things With You.
I Wanna Do Real Bad Things With You.

I Don’t Know What You’ve Done To Me;
But I Know This Much Is True:
I Wanna Do Bad Things With You.
I Wanna Do Real Bad Things With You.Monsters from belowStriking SerpentCroc on the lookoutKid with bloody/fruity mouthGod Hates Fangs, lol! Gangs too.

At the end of the first episode and start of the 2nd Sookie gets beat up to near death by the couple she resqued the vampire from. The vampire comes in time and kills both and makes it look like it was a tornado. He makes her drink his blood and she heals completely.
Angelina adopts vampire baby headline, but the one you have to tilt your head to read is more interesting.
Will Rue Love survive Hollywood?
Interesting sync universe.
Lesson from a vampire! "There is nothing glorious about dying in a war. A bunch of starving freezing boys killing each other so the worst people can stay rich. Madness." Madness indeed.
Reverend Newlin: We never should have given them the vote and legitimized their unholy existence. The American people need to know these are creatures of satan. Demons. Literally. They have no soul.
Mediawoman: But Reverand Newlin you must be aware of polls that show consistenly growing support for vampire rights.
Reverend: The polls are fixed. Do you know how much money these monsters have given to politicians of both parties as well as the corporate media?
Vampire: That's nonsense. We don't wanna control human policy. It's of very little intrest to us, we simply want to...
Reverend Newlin: You can't trace something that's all been laundered.
Vampire: Are you accusing my organization of criminal activity sir?
Reverend: I will not speak to her directly Sharon.
Mediawoman: Why is that reverend Newlin?
Reverend: My commitment to Christ Jesus, praise his name, compells me not to recognize her kind.
Mediawoman: Well, that's gonna make it difficult to have a dialogue.
Reverend: I will not speak to her directly.

Sookie: I don't think Jesus would mind if somebody was a vampire.
Sookie's grandma: I don't either honey.
Oh rly?
then at the end of the episode...
Reverend Newlin and family killed "in a freak accident by a freak... volume goes down"

In episode 3 a human infected with Hep D tries to get vampires to feed on him. Hep D weakens a vampire for about a month.
Sookie: I've never heard of it.
Vampire Bill: That's because we've kept it out of the media.
Sookie: What does animate you then? Blood? How do you digest it if nothing works.
Bill: Magic.
Sookie: Oh come on Bill I may look naive but I'm not, you need to remember that.
Bill: You think that it's not magic that keeps you alive? Just cause you understand the mechanics of how something works doesn't make it any less of a miracle, which is just another word for magic. We're all kept alive by magic Sookie, my magic's just a little different from yours that's all.
Sookie: I think we need to stop seeing eachother.
Bill: You know you're doing nothing to help our cause
Vampire1: Not everyone wants to dress up and play human Bill.
Vamire2: Yeah, not everyone wants to live off that japanese shit they call blood either, as if we could.
Bill: We have to moderate our behaviour now that we're out in the open.
Vampire3: Not everybody thinks that was such a great idea... If we can't kill people what's the point of being a vampire?
Tara: What's wrong with us LaFayette? You're a state senator fucking prostitute and I'm a bartender in a redneck bar who fucks her boss, who's in love with her best friend.
LaFayette: Wait a minute you slept with Sam?
Tara: You know what, he barks in his sleep.
LaFayette: Oh damn, white folk is all fucked up.
Stargates, hexagons & animal prints.