American Made: Reality-based Fantasy

Another real-life murderous criminal conspiracy turned into cagey comic Hollywood blockbuster with all that this entails, including, but not limited to: shallow, superficial characters pumped with botox, canned laughter, glamorized crime and ridiculous happy endings. And I haven’t even seen it yet!

But I know something about this story, quite a bit actually. That is, about the real story, that took place in Mena, Arkansas, among other big and small towns in the jurisdiction of the Dixie Mafia. In fact, in ‘conspiracy’ circles it’s a huge, old story. Old as in, decades old, first surfacing around the time just before the Iran-Contra hearings, you know those televised ‘trials’ kind of similar to the OJ Simpson trials only starring Oliver North, where we all witnessed the charade of our justice system live on prime-time.  I was a teenager.

I watched about it on TV and in the newspapers for about a decade and in that time my father moved to Mena, AR with my half siblings, and eventually came to marry a local woman and eventually still, to lease space at that airport. I’m not saying they or anyone they know have anything to do with these crimes and coverups, only that for me there was an added interest. I mean, it’s a super small town, about 5,000 people, which I would take as nothing more than odd coincidence and just write it off, expect that I got curious, which led to reactions I did not at all expect.

Over the next few posts I’ll be recounting some of this, as well as providing additional documentation to demonstrate that unlike what is stated in the below New York Times article, this story is most certainly not “based on a true lie.” It’s based on a true conspiracy.

https://www.nytimes.com/2017/09/28/movies/american-made-review-tom-cruise.html

List of precursory articles:

Lemons, Terry and Fullerton, Jane “Perot Called Clinton About Mena Inquiry” ARKANSAS DEMOCRAT-GAZETTE, April 19, 1992 “Bill Clinton to discuss the allegations of cocaine trafficking on behalf of the Contras in Mena.”

Morrison, Micah, “Mena Coverup? Razorback Columbo to Retire,” WALLSTREET JOURNAL May 10, 1995, p. A18 “Recounts the efforts of Arkansas State Policeman Russell Welch to investigate Mena, and the career troubles which ensued.”

Morrison, Micah, “The Mena Coverup” WALLSTREET JOURNAL Oct. 18, 1994 IRS Investigator William Duncan developed documentation proving the monay-laundering of cocaine profits through Arkansas.

Nabbefeld, Joe, “Evidence on Mena-CIA ties to go to Walsh: Airport inclusion in Contra probe urged, ARKANSAS GAZETTE, Sept. 10, 1991 Iran-contra Independent Counsel Lawrence Walsh is given evidence on drug money-laundering involving CIA-Contra activities at Mena.

Norman, Jane, “Arkansas Airstrip Under Investigation” DES MOINES REGISTER, Jan. 26, 1996 pg. 3 House Banking Chairman Jim Leach is investigating Mena.

I have several pages of these articles compiled, as well as some personal anecdotes to share along with them, I do hope you’ll come back to try to gather what might most likely be behind the reality-based fantasy blockbuster starring the legendary Tom Cruise, Scientologist extraordinaire.

Which came first, the truth or the fiction?

 

Reclaiming Time (part 3)

On becoming my own Authority

I have been fortunate enough to be able to fashion a life that affords me more freedom than the vast majority of the world’s population. While there was a fair degree of luck in this good fortune, there was also a fair degree of sacrifice, and I believe, a dash of ancestral wisdom.

Could it be because my Sir name is Shepard that I now find myself so comforted sitting among the pups and sheep? I’m not saying one has a destiny that could be decoded so simply as through a name, though I do think the clues to our destiny, individually and collectively, are all around us in every moment.

What it takes to see the clues is the very thing The System works to deny us: Unstructured time.  The System calls this loafing.

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Time to absorb, to reflect, to introspect, to daydream. Time to watch the sheep and the pups.

This is different from what The System does provide in order to replace unstructured time, which is Entertainment.  Which, by its nature, is extremely well-structured.

I find the path the thoughts take in unstructured time is intrinsically connected to creativity, which is a joy in its own right and not necessarily a precursor to productivity.

Where my thoughts go, I imagine, are at once beyond time and space and amalgamation of time and space, co-creating the pathways to the Self.

In the Western world today there is loads of criticism directed at the narcissism of the youth. I believe this is primarily a grammatical and perception issue. Just because the younger generation prefers Selfies and the Internet more than old Westerns and glib conversation does not necessarily make them more narcissistic than previous generations.

I think they are searching for paths to Self that are becoming increasingly more difficult to sense as the social structure becomes increasingly hostile to individuality.

Or, maybe the social structures have always been hostile to individuation, and the youth, generation by generation, continue to claw away at that putrefying foundation.

Maybe, on the inside, with every social Selfie they scream, “I will be seen! My presence here will be recorded in time! I will matter!”  They just can’t figure out how and why they will matter, because we lost that thread several generations ago.

Could it be they sense that time for them is running out? Could it be an act of desperation to record every moment and connect it somehow with the world at large? Could it be that we, of the older generations, in our criticism of their narcissism is a reflection of our own narcissism? Is it our own non-acceptance of a role that told us when we were children that which I heard so often in my own upbringing: “Children are to be seen and not heard.” Are we subtly sensoring them due to our own unprocessed fear?  Are we repeating to them with our criticism, ‘don’t be the tall nail or you’ll get hammered down’? Or my personal favorite: “Don’t be so entitled.”

Who are the black sheep of today’s youth I wonder sometimes as I’m watching the sheep. Maybe that’s where our criticism should be directed. Where have they gone? Have we been so successful as a ‘civilization’ that we have managed to breed out the black sheep?

On becoming my own Authority I’ve realized I have an amazing gift of finding my own teachers when I’m left with my own instincts and unstructured time. This is often thanks to technology, but not always. There is so much knowledge being shared on Youtube that our television hangs nearly useless in the living room most days. I’d bet The System calls most of these at least arrogant, if not narcissistic. How dare they skirt the established hierarchy and create their own channels. How dare they question their social roles, or entice, indeed, provoke me to question mine.  The System calls them just another nutter with a podcast.  A so-called lone wolf or black sheep.

Here is one such ‘teacher of the week’ for me. I hope his narcissism peaks for many videos to come, because he’s got great gifts to share, just as we all do.

Michael Black was introduced to me by two other powerful teachers at Unslaved.com: Michael Tsarion and David Whitehead

https://unslaved.com/episode-47-give-us-solutions-feat-michael-black/

Below in the video The Endgame for the United States, Mr. Black talks about the inevitable MEGACITY of the near future and its myriad challenges according to the Pentagon.

He delves more into that pesky Progress and what it’s doing to the individual and the world. He advises one thing here I am inclined to advise against, which is, leave here if you can.

Defeatism, I suggest, Mr. Black. Don’t undermine us, we just may have the ancestral wisdom and courage to stand and fight. If only we could get the youth to see there’s something here still worth fighting for.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xV45sOakhsI

Reclaiming Time (part 2)

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Me 3rd from left with friends in front of the Prague Astronomical Orloy, 1995

I lived for decades at the command of Time, Inc. That’s how I understand it after nearly a decade now adjusting to the rhythm of nature. Before that I’d lived like most others in the post-industrial world with a calendar that was invented not by nature but by men. As a young student bells sent me scurrying from one room to another along with the rest of my peers.

I didn’t like it even then, didn’t understand it, though I was always curious and loved learning.  But as I had known nothing else, as a university student I thought it a fantastic improvement to be free to walk from building to building based on my watch, free-range and bell-free.

I thought Time, Inc. was ingenious as it got me on the planes and trains and kept me punctual for my various social roles as a student, a teacher, a patient, a shopper, a volunteer, and the various other obligations of ‘she who is participating.’  The clock got me to the concerts on time.

“Get in the game!” was the advice from all directions. I did sometimes question this word, ‘the game.’  Is that what this is?

I have never been a big player of games; I don’t particularly like them.  At one point it occurred to me, so, if this really is a game, I can choose whether or not to play?

So, slowly, little by little, I began to remove myself from the game. Like all games the ones who’ve created the game make the rules. It is only a one who follows the rules who wins the game. You may scoff at this analogy now and say, but there’s so much corruption and crime and it clearly pays, so it’s actually breaking the rules which gets one ahead. If this is what you are thinking, you haven’t yet understood the game. The game is working as it is meant to function.

I figured not only did I not make the rules of the game, I don’t particularly like it and I started to resent all the advice that insisted I continue playing it.  Seems logical enough that you can’t win a game if you don’t like playing it. Or, maybe you can, but then you’d be winning just to win and not because you enjoyed playing. Not really my style.

Notice I have now started five paragraphs with “I.” I do this quite deliberately.

“I” is who I know, not you, not we, not them. To know oneself is not to know all men and this is part of the on-going collectivist brainwashing flooding the culture. We are not all one. We are not all in this together. We are not all created equal. In fact, we should, in my opinion, stop striving for equality altogether. It’s not working.

I admit, I was once one who said such things as this on my first website nearly 20 years ago: “Once we have leveled the playing field in education around the globe communication will flourish and then we can call ourselves One World.”

I had drunk the Kool-Aid. I really believed this then. I was too young and optimistic to understand that ‘leveling the field’ meant leveling it to the least common denominator, not the greatest. I did not understand Globalism at all and thought ‘One World’ sounded pretty awesome and fun.

I was a card-caring member of Time, Inc.

I remember one night on the exquisite Old Town Square in the Czech Republic gazing with a large group of tourists many an evening at the famed Prague Orloj, a working astronomical clock 600 years old. It was one of my favorite spots in the city, a city where I was lucky enough to live before the latest great invasion of mass tourism.

I remember what the Charles Bridge looked like at night in winter with only a handful of locals walking over it.  Back then there was a free puppet show behind a makeshift stand under the bridge where I sat on the ground with a dozen children listening to them laugh, which was making me laugh. That was 1989.  I have photos somewhere in a box that are mostly blurry or dark, sometimes in black and white, because that was the only film I could find there to buy.

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Fast forward a decade, then two, and you can barely get over the bridge and it has become a sort of tourist marketplace. That pesky Progress at work again.

I’m not bitter, though I know I sound that way sometimes. I still have my memories, one of the few states which has remained, at least in part, at least for now, beyond Time, Inc.

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So it was one night, as I said, on the exquisite Old Town Square gazing with a large group of tourists (not quite this large!) waiting for the Apostles on the clock to do their nightly dance, when an English-speaking drunken youth passes between the clock and the upward gazers, his back to the crowd, raises his arms in worship and slurs at the top of his lungs as it begins to chime on the hour, “Oh my God! Oh my God! OHMYGODOHMYGOD!!!!” Falling to his knees theatrically then, to the astonishment and awkward chuckles and eye rolls from the crowd.

I laughed at the time, mostly at the audacity of it. Now I wonder if that sauced joker realized how genius his move actually was. And how memorable.

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Part 20: Sabotage

Sabotage is a word that immediately makes me think of a song, which makes me remember a person.

I wish this were not the case, because the song is rather awful, though I liked it in my youth.  The person is the one who introduced me to the song, my first real love relationship as a quasi-adult, accompanied by the typical bittersweet accoutrements those loves tend to take.

We were too young to think seriously of marriage, or seriously about much of anything.  It was sex, drugs and rock and roll, seasoned with a bit of university study.  The song is by Beastie Boys.  I danced at frat parties, singing along between beer bongs and hits off the pipe, to some of the most offensive and vulgar lyrics imaginable.

My imagination was obviously not too developed yet, as those early rap songs were Shirley Temple’s ‘Good Ship Lollipop’ compared to what was being sung a decade later. And now?  It sounds as if the bar has been so lowered as to no longer be visible by human perception.

Here I’ve been harping on for months about fake and fraudulent science and the disaster in the making that is Geoengineering, and dreading this particular post, #20.  This path of the fool is nearly over, I haven’t the stamina to begin another one too soon, which means I must get these last two right.

I have not judged myself too harshly, for those extended years of parties and travel and romance.  I grew out of it, eventually, as did he.  Some were not so lucky, and died instead.  For me it was relatively harmless, I was a foolish party girl for a while, and I expect I’d choose it again in that age, though I’d never choose a redo now.

Are you kidding me?  No way! Have you looked at what’s going on these days?!  It’s not about kind buds and ecstasy, it’s heroin!  It’s round-the-clock pharmaceuticals.  It’s multi-generational drug abusers who make Grandma’s daily dry martinis seem like teatime at the Waldorf.

There is no real making sense of any of it rationally, until you understand sabotage.  Sabotage I’d first heard said, comes from the word ‘sabot’– a wooden clog–which is rumored to have been a way French anarchists would slyly disturb the status quo, apparently by using their shoe as a proverbial monkey wrench to the machine.

What our world is experiencing now is layer upon layer of sabotage.  Like the 100th monkey, the game catches on, it begins to accelerate exponentially, more folks get sucked into playing, some get very good at it.  Some of the saboteurs get so good at the game, they forget their role is as saboteurs.  They think they are heroes.  They hold the loftiest roles in the game. They BELIEVE!  They are proud! They helped to lower the bar and so they are good.

‘We are all in this together,’ they chant!  The answer is LOVE!

The answer, so they say, resides in one of the most nebulous terms on the planet.  We should know what love is; it should mean the same to everyone around the globe, we should spread that knowing and embrace whatever comes as a result, because unconditional love is contagious and we will all be one big happy human family.

We’ll just have to lower the bar a little bit more, because debauchery, vulgarity, lechery, sloth, addiction, those words are all so judgey and we can’t have hate speech!  We can have songs full of debased and abusive lingo, we can sing along to them, but to question what we’re singing is too critical and hateful for normal conversation.  Just pretend you are still 22 and a silly party girl, forever.

Nothing is worth fighting for.  It’s just the grand chessboard. Freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose.  Sing along.  Repeat after me.  Everything’s fine.  You’re getting sleepy.  Nothing to worry about.  Surrender gently . . that’s right . . . it’s just the age settling in.  Just stay calm, we’re almost there.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Part 18: Moon Shadow

 

One wee tug on a thread and the entire cloth begins to unravel. Pandora’s Box also comes to mind.

I’ve been on this trip for a while already, long before I started this fool’s journey to try to get some clarity on the science of geoengineering. What I found initially was more fraud, psy-ops and disinformation than anyone not entirely committed to a cause would ever have the time or motivation to sift through.  Not only that, but to dig in just a little means to become overwhelmed by an entire slurry of misdirection, some calculated, some innocent, I’m sure.  Flat earth theory, many thousands of personal stories on vaccine injuries, 101 theories on chemtrails, secret societies, sex trafficking, pedophilia . . . I don’t recall signing up for all of that.

And the plain truth of it is, I don’t even want to be here.  I want to be working in the garden, or with Hubby and the critters, or watching the birds at the feeder while swinging in the hammock.  The farmish chores are about to get much more consuming with goats, sheep and puppies to arrive before the month’s end.

But I cannot turn away from the geoengineering criticism, and all that seems to come with it, because it’s in my face, all the time.  It would be like turning a deaf ear to a baby screaming at my doorstep.

This “chem-spray” did not come from a plane, or it came from a plane with dissipating contrails and then was afterward steered in this pattern, which you must look quite closely to see, but which was easily visible to the sharp eye.

I don’t want to hear the name of some new cloud some nitwit at NASA has “invented.” I want to know what it IS.  Don’t tell me it’s “normal”, don’t tell me this has always existed I just never noticed it before, and certainly don’t tell me it’s a sign of the end of times.

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Air pollution? OK, but from what?  Weather modification, now we are getting warmer. At least we are in the category of the believable.

Once you witness first-hand the chicanery to which so many are capable of and complicit in, it becomes difficult to trust the intentions of anyone outside one’s own inner circle.  This was a story I heard repeatedly while living in the Czech Republic when speaking to anyone from the generations of the Soviet occupation.  In some ways it back-fired, they’d say, because folks inner circles got pretty tight, forming a pretty strong chain across the communities, that were eventually strong enough to lift the veil of corruption and propaganda they were living under.

We were no different then than we are now, this U.S.  We’ve just been better at crafting and keeping the illusory veil firmly in place.

Don’t worry.  Don’t fear.  Once that illusion shatters for you, dance, don’t run.  Follow the moon shadow, reach out, reach in, but reach, just reach, I promise you will find someone there for you.  But just in case you don’t, reach for me.

We have been lied to, not just for decades, since quite possibly the dawn of civilization and before.  And it was so very easy.

Are these just more characters in the eternal charade?  I couldn’t possibly know with certainty.  I can say, I hear a ring of truth.

 

 

 

 

Part 13

I binge-watched a new Netflix series, something I haven’t done for ages. I passed it by on the new releases list at least a dozen times and only chose to watch it based on the recommendation of a dear friend. “You will love it!” she assured me. I read the details and was skeptical–more dystopian sci-fi-fantasy–aren’t folks getting tired of it yet?

The OA—torture, death, mad science, and . . . dance?  Since watching it I’ve turned it over and over in my head trying to understand what sucked me into the drama so quickly and completely and why I found it so fascinating. The plot was certainly intriguing, the acting excellent, and for once in a sci-fi-fantasy, the character development was integral and intricate. I found the characters quite believable, and complex, based on archetypes I see in the real world.

I watched it at just the right time, I suppose, that could be part of it. It was a gloomy, rainy Valentine’s day; I was alone and a little lonely. I find more often than not, timing is everything.

For a dozen posts now I’ve been trying to wrap my head around science fraud and fantasy, and its perpetrators, and there we have a scientist who manifests many of the very issues I’m grappling with in these realms—he is brilliant, passionate, dedicated, and believes wholeheartedly in his work. That his lab rats are enslaved, imprisoned human beings is entirely secondary to him.

He’s not insane. He’s not driven by greed or notoriety, as a ‘lesser’ man might be, but rather by authentic curiosity, truth, purpose and an obsessive mission to understand death. A man so consumed with his own goal that he gambles almost mercilessly with other people’s lives. His discoveries will change the world, he claims, in order to justify his psychotic actions.

The ends justify the means. A delusional reality I see manifesting all around me. According to the research of Dane Wigington, in a decade’s time the ecosystem will be so destroyed that humans will not be able to survive. I realize many folks call this ‘fear porn’ and claim someone is always predicting the end of the human race. But,

I also see the morbid truth in the power structure we’ve been handed. Power over others is an aphrodisiac and we have drunken pirates at the helm. Without spoiling the plot of The OA, I will recall a pivotal point that I found very compelling:  The only way out of this rat’s maze is to stop behaving like rats and take the experiment into our own hands.

In the words of a current favorite Youtuber, “Justice is Just us.” Crrow777

This week’s breadcrumbs:

I did not want to go there, but when that’s what’s showing up everywhere, that would be a coward’s move. Human trafficking, sex slavery, pedophile rings, organ harvesting condoned and practiced from the very top and due to come toppling down.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3qLgI1jjq7U&t=4830s whistleblower Kathryn Bolkovac

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uV50XDflfso exposing Dyncorp – oh, what’s in a name

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IClVKyb63m4 Sibel Edmunds, whistleblower

https://www.corbettreport.com/epstein-update-court-cases-in-motion-against-billionaire-pedophile/

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Science Fraud & Fantasy (part 8)

Is the Hollywood fascination with vampires attempting to condition us?

Scientist studying mice are thrilled as the results appear conclusive—blood transfusions from the young to the old counters the aging process in the brain.

“As human lifespan increases, a greater fraction of the population is suffering from age-related cognitive impairments, making it important to elucidate a means to combat the effects of aging.”

http://www.nature.com/nm/journal/v20/n6/abs/nm.3569.html

At what point in human history did the scales tip toward destruction as an acceptable means to resurrection? Certainly destruction is already a foundational aspect of nature, but why intentionally exacerbate it? Prolonging life has been an obsession of mankind since the dawn of civilization, but is this the fascination of the many, or a privileged few?

And where do these precious few draw the line, if ever they do?

The solutions are invariably more technology to solve the problems created by technology. The weather is not acceptable, let’s fix the weather with toxic pollutants. The human life span is not acceptable, let’s fix that with the blood of our youth. Our food is not sufficient enough, let’s fix that with fake food. Kill the bees with science, build robot bees with technology.  And on and on.

Data is easily manipulated to serve multiple bottom lines. But you don’t need scientific data to bring up an obvious point to anyone who is staunchly pro-technology, and they are not hard to find. Say to him or her: I can see, from photos and my own life experience, that children today are not as healthy as they used to be.

One simple question and you will have them fumbling and finger pointing–not my industry, not GMOs, no. It’s TV. And the TV executives say, how absurd, we are not responsible for children’s sedentary behaviors. It’s the parents. And the parents say it’s the schools’ responsibility, and the schools say it’s the government’s responsibility, and round and round we go.

I say, scientists and technocrats and fervent followers, the children are more unhealthy, what say you?!

The junk food, the GMOs, the pollution, the vaccines, the internet, the failures of the family, the failures of the government, an unhappy God, disease spread by too many immigrants, too much sun, too little sun, who, or what is responsible?

Perhaps, Oh Wise Ones, instead of finger pointing, might you look for examples where this is not the case? What about look at some communities where it is clear the people look healthier, maybe compare their habits with some of our own clearly unhealthy-looking peoples. What do they have in common? What might we learn from their habits, what might we rediscover from the traditions of our own ancestors?

Weston A. Price did just that. His work is becoming more well-known, but the experts are not convinced. Why? Because they don’t like his conclusions, they go against everything the diet dictocrats have been saying for a century.  And, heaven forbid, they have nothing at all to do with technology!

Our ancestors, the indigineous cultures, were healthier thanks to their diets, long before science came into the picture. Science and technology are taking us further from optimum health and longevity, not closer to it, as they seem so intent to achieve.

In the 1930s, a dentist from Ohio travelled the world to study the diets of indigenous peoples who exclusively ate local traditional foods. He compared their glowing good health, excellent bone structure, and mental stability to the Americans of his day, who were suffering from dental problems, mental illness, allergies, arthritis, asthma, heart disease, diabetes, digestive disorders and cancer. What Dr. Price discovered: • Traditional diets contain abundant vitamins and minerals, especially vitamins A, D, and K2, found in seafood and the fat and organ meats of grass-fed animals. • When indigenous people adopted processed and denatured foods such as white flour, sugar, canned foods, vegetable oils, and pasteurized milk, they developed the same chronic diseases that plague us today.”

http://www.westonaprice.org/

What solutions are we implementing, here on the wee homestead?  We started with organic gardens and poultry, then beehives, now we have just added piglets. Sheep and goats are coming soon.  We cook our meals from scratch, slaughter our own meat, bake our own bread, make our own cider, and our own cheese.

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Happy, healthy piglets weaned with constant access to the great outdoors courtesy of our wise young friends at The Promiseland Farm, who also have fantastic, educational articles and videos on cheesemaking, beekeeping and other farmish things.

 

http://thepromiselandfarm.com/

Should through our efforts we manage to live long, healthy, productive lives, we will die peacefully when our natural time comes, contented we did not feed on the blood of our progeny.  We may even be blessed enough to benefit future generations by safeguarding some of the skills acquired by our successful ancestors over thousands of years.

This week’s breadcrumbs:

http://responsibletechnology.org/

https://theinternationalreporter.org/2017/01/04/new-90-day-rat-study-destroys-corporate-gmo-propaganda/

Technology gone seriously bat shit crazy, and folks are lapping it up.

https://www.corbettreport.com/interview-1240-rick-falkvinge-on-rule-41-and-the-new-online-order/

While listening to the above interview Handy Hubby quips: “Closing the blinds on your windows now means you must be doing something wrong.”

Exactly.

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