Monday, August 31, 2009

Power & Control, LSD in The Sixties

Power & Control LSD in The Sixties part 1 & The rest here

Aron Ranen, San Francisco’s foremost Gonzo documentarian, returns to IndieFest with a special work-in-progress screening of his latest feature film – a peripatetic journey to discover the secret history of psychedelics. He follows the story wherever it leads him – from the legitimate experiments conducted at the Harvard Divinity school to rather bizarre plans to unleash LSD on enemy troops on the battlefield.

He interviews Ram Dass (who was Richard Alpert when he was still Timothy Leary’s associate at Harvard), visits Paul Krassner former editor of The Realist, ‘Monkey Mike’ – a North Bay researcher who (with the government’s blessing) kept primates in huge cages in his backyard and was gave them LSD as late as the mid-70s, and he locates the notorious North Beach brothel used by the CIA to dose unsuspecting Johns (as agents observed the resultant chaos from behind one-way mirrors). Drop ‘em if you got ‘em.

Question with boldness even the existence of God

"Question with boldness even the existence of God; because, if there be one,
he must more approve of the homage of reason than that of blindfolded fear."
Thomas Jefferson

Killah Priest - Tai Chi

Killah Priest - Tai Chi

Thanks Corbeau for recommending the album Heavy Mental.
I'd have to highlight all the lyrics so I don't! Check it:

[hell razah]
The sunz of man-sion, has been opened up
The door is open, yeah, yeah

It’s like, beware of biochips, I share hits
Harder than slavewhips like I waited to get tips
From egypts to seaships, to bein chased by new york
Cops out the precincts, and words was bricks
We buildin projects to pyramids, evil kid
I destroy your ass like london bridge, smoke trees of weed
Take off the leaves out the twigs, pure truth is what I got to give
A lot to live for, you ain’t rich before poor
It ain’t peace without poor, how would stand without a floor
Under, over, toxicated, sober
Younger, older you’re elevated, higher than a empire state
Elevators I roll with creators and cremators
Stalkin through this nature, the heaven raise ya
Capacity in your brains beyond the clouds of rain
Seven and a half are contained
Space was my birthplace, meditate in cocoons
Now see snakes in human costumes...

[killah priest]
Expand your mind (4x)
In time... in time...

[father lord]
Call this, the blind man talk, cripple man walk
See nor hear not summon as lord
Divident per segment def unseen beings
Speak no evil to all I see, tappin into the
Worlds vision with the proper rhythmic meditation
Situation on lives from state to state
Rent to pay, state debate, contract dates
Cheddar in error, slave mental death to the treasure
Washing my robe in the blood of the lamb, constant plan
Never strayin new york cause I rock supreme forever for I can never
? blackring? on the ? axspring? the ghetto compact
Put em on tracks, and let’s see how they act as the aftermath
Increase accelerate the sun behind you radiate, to burn to ashes
Ain’t one of the parties you been crashing
Bring the beat and i’ma slash it
My niggaz make sure the doors have been barricaded
It’s about to sign off, some shit you can read in block spin
But make no mistake, devil players, penetrate with your smarts
Redrum mania reincarnate to another shape
Bomb flashes, what can happen, new jack-in
Your rappin ain’t the magnum so when he cought up to half these
Niggaz even stole the soul of the streets in motion

[killah priest]
Expand your mind
Seek and you shall find

Walkin through the pineal glands, like it was a unfathered man
Knowledge is the key to the mind which is a mysterious doorway
Through a long dark hallway
Use your concious as a compass to avoid being conquered
By nonsense, use your subconcious as a map
Once it’s time to head back use your food for thought
And leave breadtracks
Now we can see the third eye, swift as you burn fly
You need common sense as a detour
Up ahead there lies three doors for you to see more
You might have to meditate to the soft melodies from a keyboard
Understanding is your flashlight
It reflects the windows to your past life
No psychiatrics could raid you from off the mattress
As you fall deeper, and it’s hypnotized you better read my lips
Cause that’s the guide, out the hallways of negative
Which is always competitive; therefore
You must never let it live

Seek and you shall find
Expand the mind, seek and you shall find
Expand your mind, seek and you shall find
Expand the mind
Seek and you shall find
Expand the mind

Sunday, August 30, 2009

'Moon rock' in Dutch museum is just petrified wood

The Dutch national museum said Thursday that one of its prized possessions, a rock supposedly brought back from the moon by U.S. astronauts, is just a piece of petrified wood.

Rijksmuseum spokeswoman Xandra van Gelder, who oversaw the investigation that proved the piece was a fake, said the museum will keep it anyway as a curiosity.

"It's a good story, with some questions that are still unanswered," she said. "We can laugh about it."

The museum acquired the rock after the death of former Prime Minister Willem Drees in 1988. Drees received it as a private gift on Oct. 9, 1969 from then-U.S. ambassador J. William Middendorf during a visit by the three Apollo 11 astronauts, part of their "Giant Leap" goodwill tour after the first moon landing.

Middendorf, who lives in Rhode Island, told Dutch broadcaster NOS news that he had gotten it from the U.S. State Department, but couldn't recall the exact details.

"I do remember that (Drees) was very interested in the little piece of stone," the NOS quoted Middendorf as saying. "But that it's not real, I don't know anything about that."
Read more here

Dedroidifying tip for the day

Thanks Relaxed Focus

Stuck in a culture that needs to settle on one way to look at things

"Just because we have been taught to assign UFO phenomena to aliens coming from other planets does not make it so. (Actually, it might, but that's another ontological can of worms.)

We are stuck in a culture that needs to settle on one way to look at things, and uncomfortable with ambiguity, for the most part. Any non-human intelligence who wanted to "conquer" us, or at least make limited contact would do well to exploit this tendency, as well as our reliance on conscious sensory input to make their presence as subtle as a light breeze on our collective consciousness. No flying saucers, death rays, or even handshakes with the President needed." Greg Bishop
Hat tip Posthuman Blues

At The Drive-In - Invalid Litter Dept

At The Drive-In - Invalid Litter Dept

The song's lyrics and music video deal with the Juárez murders, a series of rapes and murders in Cd. Juárez of young women who worked in factories called maquiladoras. Cd. Juárez is located just across the U.S.-Mexican border from El Paso, Texas, ATDI's home town. The song explicitly criticizes the federales, or Mexican police, for their lack of response to these cases.

Friday, August 28, 2009

The Shadow Series

The Shadow Series

Dimitri Halley

WHEN ANUBIS TALKS, MEN BARK: Part 1: Compensation & Karma Part 2: The Unconscious like a Storm Forming in your Life Part 3: You are Attracting what you Most Reject Part 4: Surrendering the Ego to a Higher Power Within Part 5: My Cancer is here to Heal Me Part 6: The Individual & the Collective are Not Antagonists

BEYOND GOOD VS EVIL SERIES Part 1: Shadow Possession Part 2: The Eternal Gospel Part 3: The Transformation of God Part 4: Love is Beyond Good vs Evil Part 5: To See the Truth, First we must see the Lie Part 6: The Demon Within Boycotts the Deceiver in Us Part 7: The Vampire Apocalypse: Consequences of Rejecting Evil Within

GOLDEN COMPASS SERIES Part 1: Connecting to the higher dimensions: Finding your North Star Part 2: Representing & Defining The Shadow - C.G.Jung Part 3: Connecting to the Paranormal Powers of the Self: Remote Viewing The Plan Part 4: Zombification: Cutting off the Shadow & its deadly consequences Part 5: The Shared Purpose of the (higher) Selves: The Prophecy

An Ode to Mike Patton

Faith No More Live:

Faith no More: Pukkelpop Belgium 2009 entire playlist

Watch this vid first though at 2.40 a man tries to stage dive but falls short and hits the barricade mouth first, losing all his front teeth:

Mike Patton versus the VIP(er)s, 3 vids:

Faith No More music vids:

Mike Patton's other projects:

Check this one here (embedding off)

Robert Anton Wilson on Conspiracy

Thursday, August 27, 2009

People believe whatever they read

"I learned a very important lesson that night. People believe whatever they read. Something magical happens once its put down on paper. They figure no one would have gone through the trouble if it wasn't the truth. Responsibility was my new watchman."
Eugene Morris Jerome in Neil Simon's Biloxi Blues

Invisible Empire Official Trailer

Invisible Empire Official Trailer

The official trailer for Invisible Empire, written and directed by Jason Bermas, and produced by Alex Jones.

Illuminati Dutch Dance

Thanks to People Unite, from this forumpost. Pictures of the Dutch dance scene.

Property of (the Knights of) Malta

11 of july 2009

7/7 (London Bombings)

Friday, August 21, 2009

The Stygian Port: Here Is Wisdom

Excellent video and accompanying post by the Stygian Port!

The Stygian Port: Here Is Wisdom

Be sure to check the previous post sync below: "The Magic Numbers - Forever Lost." I just started watching the Prisoner too so will be posting about that when I find the time.

The Magic Numbers - Forever Lost

The Magic Numbers - Forever Lost

This will all tie in with the next post! Notice the band name & song title. As for the vid: The symbols: 4 pointed stars similar to X-box style, Pentagrams, Suns. The Doors (of perception): 104&58 or 5&13 or 4&40. Duality of the two males and two females. X houses or boxes. Cat & Dog. "Don't let the sun be the one to change you." Older couple. 'Labeling' with posters, establishing identity. Watching 'yourself' on tv. The name changes of the posters, "the mules", "supremes", fanny jane roberts MEMORIAL band (can't read the ones of the surrounding trees). Horns destroying one poster. "Looks like it all went wrong, what am I to do?" Forever lost and followed at the end, as the band go into the (satanic/reverse cross marked? ;p) doors, people watch the tv. While the "real ones" are behind it and jump towards the sun!

Darling, what'cha gonna do now?
Now that you noticed it all went wrong
I've been, I've been thinking
That you don't know me any more

Don't let the sun be the one to change you baby
I wanna learn how to love, if I'm to know
Cause I wanna go where the people go
Cause I'm forever lost

Darling, what'cha gonna say now?
Now that you noticed it all went wrong
Looks like I'm driving, my friends are all crazy
Oh they suddenly don't know me anymore

Don't let the sun be the one to change you baby
I wanna learn how to love, if I'm to know
Cause I wanna go where the people go
Cause I'm forever lost
Oh yeah, I'm forever lost

Looks like it all went wrong
What am I to do? What am I to do?
Looks like it all went wrong
What am I to do? What am I to do?
Looks like it all went wrong
What am I to do? What am I to do?
Looks like it all went wrong

Don't let the sun be the one to change you baby
I wanna learn how to love, if I'm to know
Cause I wanna go where the people go
Cause I'm forever lost
Oh yeah, I'm forever lost

Darling, what'cha gonna do now?
Now that you've noticed
What you gonna do now?
Now that you know

Thursday, August 20, 2009

Elvis Presley: (You're the) Devil in Disguise

Elvis Presley: (You're the) Devil in Disguise

The Devil in the skies :p

You look like an angel
Walk like an angel
Talk like an angel
But I got wise
You're the devil in disguise
Oh yes you are
The devil in disguise

You fooled me with your kisses
You cheated and you schemed
Heaven knows how you lied to me
You're not the way you seemed

You look like an angel
Walk like an angel
Talk like an angel
But I got wise

You're the devil in disguise
Oh yes you are
The devil in disguise

I thought that I was in heaven
But I was sure surprised
Heaven help me, I didn't see
The devil in your eyes

You look like an angel
Walk like an angel
Talk like an angel

But I got wise
You're the devil in disguise
Oh yes you are
The devil in disguise

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.