Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Disney bought Pixar buys Lucasfilm - new Star Wars trilogy imminent

Disney, one of the six major corporations (who) own the mainstream media has been really flashing its cash lately and now there's a promise of a NEW STAR WARS FILM, the seventh in the triple trilogy Lucas made in cack-handed order 4-6 then 1-3. This first new movie of the deal is due in 2015.

The deal, which makes Mr. Lucas a major Disney shareholder, extends the acquisition strategy that Disney CEO Robert Iger has pursued from the beginning of his tenure, when he paid $7.4 billion for Pixar Animation in 2006. In 2009 Disney acquired Marvel Entertainment, the comics giant behind "The Avengers" and other superhero properties, for more than $4 billion.

"Lucasfilm fits perfectly with Disney's strategic priorities," Mr. Iger said, adding that the company plans to make new "Star Wars" programming for its Disney XD cable channel, which is aimed at boys.

"I've always believed that 'Star Wars' could live beyond me, and I thought it was important to set up the transition during my lifetime," Mr. Lucas said in a statement. "Disney's reach and experience give Lucasfilm the opportunity to blaze new trails in film, television, interactive media, theme parks, live entertainment and consumer products," he said.
[source WSJ]

Or as the Wall Street Journal puts it, Mickey and Darth to JOIN FORCES

Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Free Planet - floating homes - spherical taxi - gyroscopic air turbine

this is a slightly updated version of the original 'peanut taxi' and 'modular housing' free planet floating homes idea. This revision, I went for a sleaker home design that uses it own material structure to rest on the floor. The engines are detachable as spherical taxis that can use gps + military satellite recognition to track you.

The real purpose behind the design change has to do with the term 'floating homes' - in the past it's come to mean some amazing lift system like Tesla's gyroscopic air turbine - which now encompasses the ABILITY TO LAND IN WATER. This came to my mind, this ability to land in water, based on the activity of migrating birds who will 'land in the ocean or in lakes' during their world-long migrations. Why not have Floating Homes that are 'able to float' i.e. are water tight and round bottomed so that they can do just that.

As before, the top of the floating home will deal with water/energy creation; the lower floor will deal with hydroponic food production for mobile self-sufficiency. Go anywhere, be anything, Custodian; it's a Free Planet.



We have the technology, let's use it for GOOD.

Monday, October 29, 2012

Do I haunt 37 Elizabeth Road, Haydock, Merseyside?

I spent a lot of my earlier life in Haydock, Merseyside. At 1b Elizabeth Road, down near the shops. In my later teens (after living in various locations in Colne/Earby and Nottingham) I returned to Haydock and spent about ten years living at 37 Elizabeth Road.

Some of my most creative painting/writing/life experiences took place during this time. Many of my most vivid 'conflict resolution' dreams now seem to take place in that 'setting'. I have no idea why I seem to be so drawn to the place, as it was; all those years ago.

And it does feel like a setting or a stage, something left over from my past that is ready when I need it to be a backdrop to some night drama.

Many a dream, I'll be 'working something out' in the combat mode of my thriller content, in the back yard (with its coal scuttle), in the kitchen (with a focus on the old pantry), in the living room (with its old coal fireplace), in all the upstairs rooms (always too cold), especially the back room and the master bedroom.

For me, 37 Elizabeth Road, Haydock, Merseyside is like 'my own private dream zone' where all sorts of conundra, both personal and 'group' (i.e. visitors not local to that time or era) get thrown about and cogitated via the dreaming process.

But I know NOTHING about the effects of this dreaming process on those people who might now live there. I can only hope my nocturnal activities (in the parallel world where my memory's old rendition of the place is situated) aren't affecting the current occupants of the residence; today, twenty or more years later. I hope nothing 'bleeds through'. I hope it's not a troubled or worrisome place.

I hope 37 Elizabeth Road, Haydock, isn't considered HAUNTED.

FIVE DAYS LATER UPDATE: in this morning's dream, I was food shopping in whatever became of the Kwik Save, on the Woodside Road site. There was an alarmed evacuation, and we didn't have to pay for our goods. Then the police were setting off percussive tear gas canisters by the Public Library there at the junction of Woodside and Johns. Ran through towards my old home... could have been on a kid's scooter.

Saturday, October 27, 2012

Could Jo Frost apply her correctional techniques to Free Planet?

with my wife and daughter, I've witnessed Jo Frost aka Super Nanny transform BROKEN FAMILIES to lovely little civilised unified creative passionate kinships, and I was wondering, "Could Jo Frost apply her correctional techniques to Free Planet?"

Our world is BROKEN, just like the families in her show, we've suffered from a serious disconnect with 'what it means to be alive'.

And I know that Jo Frost isn't a trained Economist, and I know that Jo Frost isn't a trained Financial Adviser, and I know that Jo Frost isn't a trained Accountant; and that's not the help I'm asking for. I'm not asking for Jo Frost to come up with a method to fund the activities of Big Business outside of the PROFIT paradigm. That's the game that's ruined this once-beautiful homeworld, that's the game that leads us from war to war.

Remember, FREE PLANET is all about WE THE PEOPLE taking control of our destiny and dictating for ourselves how our time spent and where our race shall go; directed towards rescuing and then preserving the atmosphere, the flora and the fauna from reckless and insidious PROFITEERING under the cynical banner of The Covert-agency Supported Corporate War Machine.

Could Jo Frost apply her Correctional Therapy to the way our world is run (to what We The People expect from our (short short) lives) so that We The People (who really own (and who are really responsible for) our world) can get the best from it and live on a Free Planet.

And, yes, I'm still SERIOUS that this world, our world, can be run on Free Planet principles. Will Jo Frost help Custodianism come to fruition, "Super Nanny, can you help us move forward to a Free Planet?"

Friday, October 26, 2012

ten year study - there are no psychic people left - or are there?

PSYCHIC DEATH UPDATE:

I've been trying, for the last ten years, to contact people psychically. But why would I be trying to do this? Well, it's real, isn't it, psychic communication? Isn't it something Jung even suggested for our Collective Dreamstate? Aren't there supposed tele-psychics and remote viewers all over this planet? People who can talk with the Other Realm and communicate without disturbing the air waves with their glotic projections?

I did have a minor success back in 1985-86 or so, sent a message to one person in a group I regularly met with, "What is this RED thing," got answers like penguin with sunburn, phone box, letter box and finally (my target said) ROSE. That was a shocking but maybe just statistical happenstance, no one had said 'rose' up until that point and there aren't really that many red-things that spring to mind or are at the tip of our tongues. It's not how we spontaneously react to the red-thing question.

For the last ten years, I've been projecting (as I did in 1985-86) other such key-word messages of invitations to random members of the public. I've been the guy behind you on a coach trying to will you to turn around, I've been visiting you via astral projection to implant a nugget of potential, I've been trying to get a physical reaction (itch) from you as you walked by. I've attempted to manifest myself to people I know. Yesterday, I was working in a public situation and had the word ORANGE (and a picture of an orange) on my notepad and couldn't get ANYONE to come up to me and say the word or otherwise associate themselves with my 'message'.

I've been up to this pointless stuff for TEN YEARS, and nothing. So far no one has come up to me and said, "I'm psychic, please stop sending me these messages."

In fact, nobody even seems to bother what I 'send them' psychically, iff I'm sending ANYTHING psychically at all; and such psychic impotence wouldn't surprise me. That twenty-five years ago event 'might' have just been a) a  fluke or b) chance.

Anybody successfully sent, and had confirmed receipt? I mean, SERIOUSLY, in the last ten years? Of course I'm wondering whether wifi, or the microwave transmitters that litter our society, are actually de-psychic-ifying us?

Sunday 29th October update: spent all day again working with the public, sending the word APRICOT. Not only sending 'the word' on line of sight, but also sending BIG FLASHY SPECTACULAR APRICOT imagery into the air, rolling small mind-apricots on the floor, launching huge mind-apricot-balloons into the air, making my head an entire apricot, peeling away the flesh to show how my brain made up the pip, the tip of the apricot sticking out of my head, took a mind-boolean through the apricot so that all the flesh swung a around a solid core.

NOTHING. Not a single psychic came up to me to suggest I stop it, or something.

Monday 30 October update: again, back to my usual seasonal stand, didn't bother sending any messages today. Then, a woman came up to me (in the course of a purchase) with an arm in a sling. She was in her late 50's 60's or something. I chose the most unlikely thing she might have been doing to so injure herself.

"Trail biking?" I asked, pointing at her forearm.
"I wasn't. They were. Behind me in the car. I caught my wrist on the tail gate," she explains like I was there with her.
"Do you realise what just happened there?" I asked.
"What?"
"Well, trail biking? We've never met. How was I to know you hurt yourself Trail Biking?"
"Oh, yes," she says, "Very good."  

Free Planet - we have a global wealth gap.

this could be the story about (supposedly) Communist China having a stark Us and Them social structure; the haves and the have nots.

this could be the story about governor Romney promising wealth for all if he's voted in.

this could be the story about people scraping through other people's trash for recyclables from which they can put some food on the table.

WE HAVE A GLOBAL WEALTH GAP

would a New World Order centralised police state help?

Well, of course not, for such to work, we'd all be IN CORPORATE PRISON on the LOWEST WAGE POSSIBLE or none of the fat fuck controllers who feast on our blood, sweat and tears like latter day vampires would make enough profit to make their petty philanthropical gestures to the serfs.

THERE IS NO WEALTH FOR ALL

it doesn't exist. There's only 'wealth for the brutally competitive, wealth for the obsessively sinister, wealth for the amoral back-stabber'.

What?

Free Planet being a bit harsh?  No, it's not 'Free Planet being harsh' on the rich, this is THE RICH-NESS GAME being fundamentally amoral. The things these Economic Geniuses do to people to 'earn their living' make them into monsters ... but they're not, they're family men and women; loving parents. They just put that aside to SCREW YOU OVER and WIN WIN WIN on the daily markets.

CHAAANGE THE GAME, refute the fruitless search for wealth, practise the worthy search for Diversity and Rebuilding of the Natural World.

Thursday, October 25, 2012

Free Planet - innocent until proven guilty?

"Innocent until proven guilty," it's the basis of our judicial system, but is it any use?

WE ALL KNOW IF WE'VE DONE IT, OR NOT.

That's the only problem with this 'public school' or 'weight of evidence' game; and it is just a game - hell, you have to register for the game by appearing at a Hearing (where they 'ask you your name, ffs) like they don't know shit. And as it is just a game, the rules are there to be 'bent by the professionals' or worse BROKEN COMPLETELY and set you up for something you didn't do, something you may have no alibi for. And it's happened, is happening and will happen again; because it's just a game.

Here's the truth of any crime, "We all know if we've done it, or not. We all know if we've commited the crime. It's just a case of whether we give a shit about it at all."

And this MOSTLY comes down to a question of CSE or Common Sense Education - for example: the simpleton bus stop wrecker or reckless graffiti artist or ambivalent litterer or... you know everyday mundane social stuff. We all know if we've done it or not. But our judicial system will support us if we're 'caught', it will 'help us to prove our innocence'. The judicial system will protect us from 'the wrong sort of evidence' being presented at our trial; say, the inadmissible evidence that we're child molestors or wife beaters or fraudsters in such a small claim case.

And it's true that a judicial system of Evidential Tonnage can seem fair; but...

WE ALL KNOW IF WE'VE DONE IT, OR NOT.

Ask us, and see if we're man enough to admit. We'll take the consequences, or throw a finger at you for suggesting that we do so. That's called 'our personality'. But why do some of us wreck shit and some of us not?

EDUCATION.

For example, the bus stop wrecker, he wrecks bus stops (or public phone boxes or library books etc.), smashing the glass, cutting his tag(streetname) into the perspex with Stanley knives, pissing and shitting in there even; ruining or destroying public property. "It's all right," he snears, "I'm giving some worker the chance to fix it. I'm keeping people in work," he might argue.

But who pays for his wanton mischief? HIS STUPID PARENTS. Do the parents even realise this? Do the parents even care? Do they share this information with their kids?

EDUCATION.

Not whether mathematical infinity exists or what flavour of it, but "Do the parents share the truths of the finite asset world with their offspring?"  if the answer is NO to this question, then we're letting our children down, we're letting our children's children down. The earth is not an infinite resource. It is VERY FINITE. The only 'divide by zero' that'll be relevant is when  all the goodness this world can offer has been squeazed from it by arrogance and blind faith in PROFIT as a reasonable life choice, a prison no-choice lifestyle.

DID YOU DO IT?

YES.

The answer is, "Do you care enough to want a clear conscience?"

Wednesday, October 24, 2012

SENSAZIONI by Diego Koi



nope, it's not a photo, it's a PENCIL DRAWING... by Italian professional artist  Diego Koi.

Libya: 'former' MI5 agent Annie Machon points the finger at France

this is weird, Bani Walid in Libya enters its fifteenth day under siege; now, this is a year after the France-led NATO 'liberation' of the country.



Did 'former' MI5 agent Annie Machon (now resident in Dusseldorf, DE) really just suggest that, "France wanted to protect its TOTAL (a French oil company) oil contracts and went in FAST & HARD via nato," did she really just implicate a private oil company with Corporate War for PROFIT?

Is this the truth, or just another revelatory propaganda layer of some fucking sick game?

Here's a bit of 'false flag terror' Libya nostalgia from five years ago where Annie Machon suggests that Mossad may have had a hand in 9/11. Does she still stand by these 2007 claims? How much of what Annie Machon's allowed to say is THE ACTUAL TRUTH or just clever reweaving of story as data? I wish I could truly believe that an once-MI5 soldier has outed her captains.



Yes, I'm basically asking, "What (really) was the (engineered) 9/11 Truth Movement?"

Sunday, October 21, 2012

Philip K Dick talks about THE MATRIX in 1977



recorded at Metz sci-fi convention in France, 1977

I mean, you'all know that I'm really interested in dreams as a way to furnish novels - I've done it since my very first novel RED HEDZ by Michael Paul Peter published by Creation Press in 1987. Last night, in fact, I dreamt about a gorgeously flirtatious woman who got out of bed in a properly erotic fashion despite (or maybe because of) the old-fashioned knickers, the way she held herself in front of that dressing table mirror, and claimed to be my great-great great-great grandmother, claims she was made pregnant when she was five years old.

Now, this is OF COURSE seems like total garbled dream garbage - but it came at the end of a night literally chock-full of amazing and vivid dreams. It really is like our lives are split between the conscious world where you're reading this blog and the unconscious world where WE ALL MIGHT BE SHARING SOME REALLY AMAZING REALITY. I have no idea what these dreams mean, but they're so much more than the brains randomised reordering of the events of the day.

Did you see two black cats? Some one rewrote some thing...

DAY LATER UPDATE: wow, what an amazingly deep, meaningful and expansive little dream I had last night. I say 'little' because it was located on a low-budget village-set where the zombies had run amok. There was this special grey old tree, a village ritual was taking place around it. A very tiring chase ensued through the village, by two or three psychic children and one woman. Met a coder from my former games company who was grilling me about technical copyright issues 'beyond my understanding'. Escaped in a FIVE SEATER Reliant Robin (!) there was even a mechanical zombie grabber for getting these things off the roof of your vehicle. The whole dream had a feeling of being a run-through for a new game idea that former company was working on; guinnea pig like story.

Gave me the sense that SEVERAL PEOPLE are involved in each dream AT THE SAME TIME. Yes, like Jung's collective unconscious BUT I'm still not convinved whether 'all these dream actors' are on the same planet during the dream. Are humans dreaming for aliens who can't? Or something else???

Free Planet - do you believe? do you have faith?



Deceased in June 2012, Yorkshire man Brendon Grimshaw bought Moyenne Island in the Seychelles in 1965 for the modest sum of £8,000. He fixed it up, planted thousands of trees and was offered millions, time after time refusing to sell. It was designated a National Park in 2009.

And his story goes to prove that 'until you believe' in Free Planet, until you actually have faith that 'you can make your world a better place', it's not (never) gonna happen.

Why?

Well, you believe in Personality God and (therefore) it exists.
You believe in Growth Economy and (therefore) it exists.
You believe in Commercial Freedom and (therefore) it exists ... well, your perception's been criminally warped by hundreds of years of mass exploitation and doctrinal abuse by those you vote into power, or rather 'those who already were in power and decided to rename that despotic act Democracy'.

Democracy is the biggest bag of garbage staining contemporary society - nobody gives a fuck about taking part in the Military Industrial Party; nobody exercises their democratic right.

It seems it's dead simple with Humans; you've gotta believe for it to be true - even if it's a massive fucking lie, like personality god and growth economy and commercial freedom.

Even that sick a cynical deception on the part of You The People by those who manage the Surveillance Net so that their corporate War For Profit can keep account of your birth/death; track your infinite productivity in the name of a slave planet.

Believe you're not a slave; believe you don't need laws: believe you can live on a world that's precious to, and passionately cared for by, all seven billion poeople.

Humanity is a self-fulfilling prophecy - believe, and Free Planet will happen.

Tuesday, October 16, 2012

Custodian - book one of the Free Planet novel series?


This blog Free Planet deals with issue associated with 'freeing mankind from the corporate yoke of financial slavery' and there's been a spin-off, the Free Planet novel.

80,000 words at this crucial second draft, and something magical happened. The novel ended, after a series of cuts and rewrites to the finale, and I realised I 'could' leave it there. Or... I could go ahead and announce that this novel is actually the 'first of a series' of Free Planet novels.

As you'll see from the reworked cover for this first novel in the Free Planet series, it has become book one: CUSTODIAN, the subtitle being (book one of the Free Planet series).

It's still a book about The Custodians and You The People but there'll be more importance placed upon the eponymous 'custodian' role in book one. What it also does is associate MY NAME directly with the Custodian Movement; it should be more focussed (for me), so that it's thematically richer (for you).

Therefore, it suits the series better if I sacrifice the 'free planet' title to that of 'free planet series' title and bring the 'custodian' aspect of this first book more into play. I mean, it's there anyway, via the Custodian Movement but this way we get to see see how 'real heroes are made' from the most unlikely of raw material.

Custodian, book one of the Free Planet novel series, is an absolutely insane fairground ride glimpse into one of our potential near futures. But it's something else, it has these quite nauseating rhythms all through it, these dislocating dissonances, these lethal edges of total and utter vomit-inducing paranoia. I knew it was going to be an unpleasant read but I didn't realise it would be such an unhinged experience. It's the nasty feeling in your guts, as The Custodians and You The People alternately do their upmost to totally fuck up whatever amount of promise this Free Planet idea may once have had.

I have a detailed notion of where such a series would go, starting with book two: LIBERATOR and book three: ENEMY -- it's going to be such a beautiful and brutal storyline. Trust me, I'm an author.

Monday, October 15, 2012

some home truths about your rancid shithole

Ready, this is really going to hurt, and you fucking deserve it, sorry...

Airspace is militarised:
most 'commercial airlines' have to get permission to fly through pre-assigned channels - they go off course by more than one air mile and the military shoot them out of the skies (apart from September 11th 2001, which was a special VERY SPECIAL day for 'rules being broken').

Internet is captive audience:
everything you do on the internet is LOGGED SOMEWHERE. There'll be a file on you, and your activity. There'll be loads of evidence of your crimes of freedom. There'll be fines to pay in the not too distant uber-Fascist internet future. And your capitalist Internet Service Provider won't be allowed to keep that activity secret. One day, the internet will go live with all your crap -- admit all your sins, now, before they hold your sick fantasy world against you. And speaking of sins...

Christianity is planetary murder:
did he just say, "Christianity is planetary murder?" Of course he did, and here's why. The big white beardy man in the sky who takes Sunday off (or Friday in Muslim countries) is the one cock-sure deity that's usurped all the other Pagan spirits mankind used to believe in, worship, actively custodianise. In fact, Christianity (Islam, Hinduism, Zoroastrianism; all monotheism) has killed THE EARTH. Once there was a single Celebrity God (adopted by the Holy Roman Empire during their conquest of their savage neighbours (and then the Corporations in their bid to conglomeratise the world)) who shat on all the other Nature deities, the Earth started to die. And it has continued dying ever since - not because of a lack of faith, but because of NEGLECT or EXPLOITATION. All this death and suffering thanks to the non-Pagan MSGs or Monotheist Slaughter Godmas.

Your car, your phone, your house/property IS NOT YOUR FREEDOM:
you're a tool, a total and utter wage slave to the REPAYMENTS - don't you fucking get this? I mean, have you all been lobotomised? Is everybody just a mindless fucking zombie consumer with a Basic hymn sheet that goes "10 print 'buy ', 20 goto 10"? Your whole life orbits around these invented debts so-called Contemporary Society fosters upon its servants. And you are nothing but a scummy little Accounting Unit for these capitalist game players. Your property? Don't make me laugh. For it to be 'your property' it would have had to have been 'someone else's property' at some time, you know; you pay them and it's yours now - bullshit, you pay WHO?

No one, it's just a scam perpetrated by historical border control aka RFI or Royal Families Interbreeding.

And why am I being so harsh on you useless little fucking turdbrains (who support this Empire-remnant system) this fine evening? Well, kid gloves doesn't work, hasn't worked, didn't work with you. Common sense don't work. You still went about your imprisoned lifestyles buying the fashion advice and participating in the legalised stealing that is taxes and licenses and passports and copyright and patents and VAT and trespass and mine mine mine, not our ours ours to Protect like Custodians. You laid on your collective back and let one or two greedy fat fucking pricks spunk their evil-shit brain-numbing slave-agenda all over your gaping potty mouth. All seven billion of you are the gulping toilets of Modern Society, you take it in your spattered on bowl; then you're flushed down the drain.

Oh, maybe it nearly worked with one or two of Free Planet's 346 Followers who work in CCO or Consular Covert Operations on this insane cellularised prison world, because they already know how this stupid game works.

And it just a game.
And you are just pawns.
And that mean a Collateral Damage clause upon you all when 'needs must', sorry luvs.

Robert Ludlum - The Prometheus Deception - make that film

THE PROMETHEUS DECEPTION, published only months before the (convoluted) events of September 11th 2001, basically offers a narrative blueprint for the entire 'war of terror' game.

Ludlum lays out in this 'covert operations' book how to run a false flag Cyber War (a Surveillance War in the name of Corporate Profit and Total World Domination) where there is no real enemy but the ghostly figures who're set up for specific terrorist events around the world ... sound familiar to anyone? He also introduced the concept of a (cyber security, energy, drugs) czar to the general public via his books as a polemic on how the military industrial complex deals with You The People.

The ultimate spy. After fifteen years as a brilliant master spy, Nick Bryson has disappeared into anonymity as a professor at an exclusive college in western Pennsylvania-- until he's suddenly lured back into the game.

The ultimate threat. Recruited by the CIA, he's been commissioned to track the moves of the Directorate. Once, the ultra-secret intelligence agency was Bryson's training ground. Now it's a multinational terrorist conspiracy bent on global domination.

The ultimate deception. But to eliminate the core of corruption means plunging into his own past, investigating the motives of a beautiful stranger who may be his greatest downfall, and infiltrating a secret nexus of power called Prometheus that holds the terrifying clues to his past-- and the even more terrifying possibilities of the future...

Robert Ludlum implied that his knowledge of the way the insanely convoluted covert and corporate world worked was specialist, if not voluminous. Ludlum was an amazing researcher and every paragraph is dripping with incidental detail you only miss when you read some of his 'franchise continuers'. Here's a crucial paragraph from the speech of a central character bent on utter surveillance domination on a global scale, governments nullified, human liberties quashed:

"No longer will we live in fear of another Oklahoma City Bombing, another World Trade Center, another downed airline. No longer will the U.S. Government need to beg courts to place wire taps on the phones of terrorists and kidnappers and drug lords. To those who complain - and there will always be complainers - we will simply tell them this, 'Those who do not break the law have nothing to fear.'"

Aren't we there ALREADY? Didn't the horror that was his Prometheus Deception already happen? Surely, based on that paragraph alone, Ludlum would have had 'quite a lot' to say about World Trade Center 2001, and Madrid Train Bombings 2004, and London Tubes 2005, and BALI bomings, and FUKUSHIMA destruction had he survived the attempts on his life.

A film of The Prometheus Deception would be a CyberWar CorporatePlanet revelation -- oh, did I mention ANTHRAX ATTACK?


22nd October update: looks like infowars are reading Free Planet blogposts; here's a video piece they've just done on the Surveillance State and Big Brother monetising all your habits.



CCTV is 'strictly regulated', as is 'all your internet meanderings, emails and texts' and sure 'twitter isn't your enemy' when you can receive HUGE CONSEQUENCES from what you might consider to be a bit of Freedom of Speech incident you might find yourself involved in.

Bring back freedom of speech online.

dreams - ready dead - hello!


it wasn't like that, of course, the dream bell tower. But the three-bell symbolism is spot on. Last night, I'd written in my Dream Diary (like as a final resolute gesture of dream communication), "Time for answers. Time for Lucid Dreaming. Time for Q & A."

It was more of an old red-and-white lighthouse-like structure, made of stone and with clay walls, crumbling on a craggy rockface. Think of a fairground Helter Skelter. I was playing on this Helter Skelter, there was no slide spiralling down the outside of it, just these really small windows. There was myself and two other children, going up and down this 'fun ride'.

The dream was going nowhere, the tower kept changing slightly, the roof changed, doors appeared like mouths, and the tower became something else. An old woman (who I felt might have been my German gran) followed us up the white-washed central staircase of the tower and showed us something EMBEDDED into the walls. A series of bells she put her cheek against, listening; the first was made of brass, the second was made of wood, the final bell was like insulation foam, an artificial turquoise colour.

She leant through the substance of third bell and pulled out a wire with a brass connector (like an old Egyptian pendant) on the end, "Ready dead," she said into the microphone.

"Hello," came a male voice, loud and clear.

Is that what dreams are then? Some sort of direct and clear communication with The Dead? This gives an Atheist non-Afterlife-ist like myself a SERIOUS DILEMMA. Help?

Saturday, October 13, 2012

Free Planet - each Billionaire costs 33,333 human lives


Number Of Billionaires Soars Despite Downturn
(c) Sky News 2011

The number of billionaires in the UK has increased to 32, with the Duke of Westminster Gerald Cavendish Grosvenor again named the country's richest man.

Despite the property slump, the 59-year-old landowner increased his worth to $13bn - but still only managed 57th on the Forbes global rich list.

Despite the global economic downturn, the Forbes 25th list of the richest people on the planet saw the number of billionaires increase by 214 to a record 1,210.

[source SKY NEWS]

you meet people in the supermarket talking about the front pages of the newspaper. In 2011 they were all boasting a headline of NO FLY ZONE OVER LIBYA and nobody knew what this meant. It was the political spin that omitted the technicality of activating a no-fly zone i.e. the eradication, destruction or crippling of Ghaddafi's air force.

Someone, somewhere, was gonna have to BOMB some Russian planes and kill the ruler of a country!

And it's the same with Consumerist phrases like WEALTH and RICHES and GROWTH and BILLIONAIRES... the system always positively spins being a Billionaire like it's an honourable thing or something all people should strive for or work towards. But being a billionaire (or a millionaire (or a successful businessman)) is nothing empathic or moral to strive for.

Why?

Balance, it's all a question of, "Who are we forcing to live in abject poverty so that we can enjoy our life of scavanged luxury?" that question never seems to be addressed on mainstream media, that of (not necessarily the slave-driver or the despot but) the unwitting TYRANT within all who strive to become millionaires, billionaires, rich.

These people don't give a shit about their fellow man, even the real 'tax-break charitable' elite. All they care about is bottom line and highest return. They're in the GAME, ffs. They're technically amoral psychopaths lacking all empathy for the suffering their quest for wealth game causes! Sure, one or two might regress or revert to HUMAN at some point during their 'ascent' but they're still trampling all over the face of humanity with their idealism to MAKE MAKE MAKE and imprison the less wealthy in THEIR MANUFACTURED PRISONS of DEBT and SERVITUDE.

FOR EXAMPLE: because I know you guys love figures... in 1999 there were 31,000,000 Americans living in poverty. In 2009 there were 44,000,000.

In 1999 America had a mere 49 billionaires. In 2009 America had 439 billionaires.

13,000,000 American living in poverty is why there are 390 more billionaires in the period 1999-2009.

Each American billionaire comes at the cost of 33,333 of his fellow citizens ejected into abject poverty!

I'd like the term BILLIONAIRE redefined as, something along the lines of, "The number of humans who have to suffer in abject poverty so that one person can live in an ivory castle."

DOORMAN TO THE CESSPIT - David Icke on Sir Jimmy Savile

JIMMY SAVILE ...


… DOORMAN TO THE CESSPIT
by David Icke


I was first told about the real Jimmy Savile in the late 1990s in conversations with people who had serious insider knowledge about the British royal family and they said that Savile had been a close friend of Prince Philip until they had fallen out after a ‘big row’.

Savile himself would boast about his connections to the royals and it was publicly acknowledged that he was a regular visitor to Buckingham Palace, Kensington Palace (where Princess Diana lived after her marriage ended with Prince Charles), and Highgrove (the country estate of Prince Charles).

Savile told Esquire: ‘The thing about me is I get things done and I work deep cover. I’ve known the Royal Family for a million years.’

Would one of the world’s most powerful families invite an aging disc jockey into their inner sanctum so often just because he gave them ‘a good laugh’? Or is there likely to be a far more plausible reason for their strange closeness?

How many more children need to suffer before humanity grows up and faces the reality and sheer undiluted evil of the force that controls them?



This has been an edited version of tomorrow's David Icke Newsletter.

Thursday, October 11, 2012

alien dream - detachable memory modules - communication protocol

I drew this sketch of a dream I'd just had - it's rough because it was 6:01 a.m. at the time and the alarm had just gone off at 6:00 a.m. and I was still sorta waking up.





Since September the 1st 2012, I'd re-opened a Dream Diary. In an effort to connect or communicate with whatever DREAMS are; be they simple ordering of the day's events, dreaming for those who can't or some sort of inter-stellar communication device between the galaxies.

I have no idea; but I love experimentation.

All through September, I had this series of laborious, pointless and 'messageless' dreams. I wrote them all down, dilligently, day after day. Nothing much of interest, really. Rather mundane. Plain.

Two weeks ago I stopped updating the Dream Diary. Stopped entering the dates. Stopped waiting for some 'ultimate communication' or a return of Lucid Dreaming, at least. It was just dead dull dreary everyday imagery of stuff that didn't (really) relate to my day but was just strange enough to be considered 'dream content'.

So, I ignored it.

This morning, at about 5:59 am, I had a wonderfully meaningly and vivid dream, in colour. I know it was in colour because of that image there of the blue/red communication device. Here's a quick render of it in 3DS Max.

 
 
You remember that scene in Pan's Labyrinth where the underground creature at the table places his eyes in his palms and puts them up to his face, palms facing out, so he can see? Well, that's exactly what happened in the dream this morning, as you'll see from the Dream Diary sketch of this morning. There was this 'thing', this pale skinned Contactor. He/she had his/her hands up covering his/her face; palms out, fingers apart. On his/her palms and finger joints were pairs of those 'button's above. I had the impression that these 'button's were like parts of his/her MEMORY. He/she was either sending something, or just letting me know that he/she was there.
 
Greetings, human. Look at me. I'm here.
 
He/she took one of the buttons off the palm of his/her hand with a tacky fingertip and placed the button on his/her lips. Pressing in, so that the button softly indented the mouth, connecting with something behind the lips.
 
THAT'S EXACTLY WHEN THE 6 a.m. ALARM WENT OFF...  just as it was about to get interesting?

Tuesday, October 09, 2012

Douglas Dietrich (supposedly) exposing the Military Industrial Complex

You know me, I'm not totally CONVINCED there's an Occultists Agenda here on Corporate Planet LLC, however ... if the Powers That Be, if the Military Industrial Complex, if the Markets, if the Governments of the World are effectively RUN by belief in such Alchemical Bullshit™, then we're really in a lot more trouble than we might otherwise be, being just hapless occupants of a limited resource planet in an already dangerous solar/galactic system.


Douglas Dietrich was a Department of Defense Research Librarian for almost a decade, responsible for incinerating highly classified materials on critical historical topics such as Pearl Harbor, Roswell, Viêt-Nam, and the different ethnic holocausts; as well as documents exposing the reality behind vampires, zombies, Soviet psychic warfare, and other occult phenomena. Volumes of notes on Tesla, H.P. Lovecraft, L. Ron Hubbard, the Vatican and United Nations were destroyed, along with reams of reports detailing everything from military/intelligence-sponsored drug-smuggling operations to experimental mind-control programs. Records plundered from both Allied and enemy states articulated the hidden objectives of modern mass-movements such as Nazism, Zionism, Islamicism, Voodooism, and other ideologies. [source INFORMATION MACHINE]

and here he is on FEET TO THE FIRE, defending himself against claims (by John Lear) of being a Government Disinformation Agent. Oh, it's all very interesting, the Corporate War Game, eh?



Monday, October 08, 2012