Any who shall listen, let it be known: There is a rot at the core of the tree! Charlatans, thieves, murderers, and rapists have invaded the temple! They take the sacred science of our ancestors and use it profanely. Puffers to the fires that will turn lead to gold, they seek only power, wealth, and destruction; but only the latter shall fall upon them! Bastards with blue blood they are; but they are not of the chosen, I say! They are the companions of Apep and desire to bring a New Order out of chaos! And that order would be one of darkness, ignorance, and bondage.
                Brothers, sisters, I call upon you and ask: Shall we stand idly by as they lay waste to our house? Should we not cry out whilst they pay lip service to our holy places yet piss on all that is good and right? Do we not make violence with they who speak of spreading peace and freedom with bombs and chains?!
                Though they indeed are cowards who hide in the dark places of the earth, are not we cowards for allowing them free reign? I say, we are! We hum and haw, saying to ourselves: things will get better. Meanwhile, a prison is being constructed around us. In our ignorance, we, the chosen, have allowed our most sacred of Law be treaded upon! How do we practice the Law, if there is no freedom? How shall we ascend whilst they attempt to drag us down into the deeper places of the material mire? Pain unto them; they shall be devoured by Ammut in the next life! Forever, will they remain in this muck! But this punishment cannot come soon enough, I say. By that time, our houses and temples will lie in ruin, our children drenched in tears & blood – if not already dead. Woe, unto the next generation, for their parents have failed to secure their future!

                What should be done, then? Cast them out, of course! Out of the lodges! Out of the pulpits! Out of the temple and away from the places where power dwells! Denigrate those who receive supreme knowledge and use it for ill, or wallow in ignorance of it! Lay waste upon the barbarians, children! Let them know our anger, our frustration, and our unmitigated wrath! Only with hammer and fist will the chains of enslavement be broken! Let it not be that our martyrs of peace have died in vain; we are below them, we are scum in comparison! And our lowliness will be secure if we do nothing at all!
                War! War upon the heathens! War upon ignorance! War upon the idols! And war upon opportunists! This war is as old as time itself, but has remained invisible. We shall make it visible for all! We will be victorious! Our numbers encircle them, this is their weakness! The new age is for the free. Shout it! The new age is for the free! SHOUT IT!

Review: “The Little Money Book” edited by David Boyle

In dog we trust.

                Once again, the ironically named “Disinformation” company has come out with yet another anthology of information aimed to enlighten the reader (this time) on the subject of money, its origins, its abuse, and possible alternative monetary models. David Boyle laces together snippets of other larger works written by economists and presents them in a format which is enlightening, easy to read, and small enough to fit in your coat pocket. In the tradition of “The Little Earth Book” and “The Little Food Book”, information is concentrated and reduced into bite-sized bits, making it very easy to read; even for those with little time on their hands.
                Though I believed myself to be well-informed on the subject of money, “The Little Money Book” humbled me by presenting a veritable treasure trove of facts which I would be unaware of had I not read them in this book. The book opens with a speech given by Guaicaipuro Cuatemoc, on the debt leveraged against South America by the European money power – and suggests that it is they who are in debt to South America;

                “Let it be clear that we do not stoop to charging the villainous leech rates of 20% and up to 30% that our European brothers charge the peoples of the third world. We merely require the return of the precious metals advanced, plus the modest accumulated interest of 10% for a period of 300 years with a 200-year period of grace.

                “On this basis, and applying the European formula for compound interest, we advise our ‘discoverers’ that they owe us, as initial payment on the debt, a mass of 185,000 kilos [203.93 tons] of gold and 16,000,000 kilos [17,636.98 tons] of silver. As for the interest, we are owed 440,000,000,000,000,000 kilos of gold and 38,000,000,000,000,000,000 kilos of silver (or 1% of the mass of the moon). At the rates of mid-2002 that equates to a total of US$391,000,000,000,000,000,000 or 391 million million million dollars [over 16,900 million million million dollars by 2005 rates].”  (Boyle, pages 8-9)

                After a brief introduction by David Boyle, the book then delves into the origins of money from being a means of making peace to the selling of prostitutes. Usury plays a big role in this book, as it is now being practices on virtually every corner of the Earth. The book also delves into a subject in which I was unaware; usury is outlawed by Islam. This could be the motivation behind anti-Muslim movements and wars which are at the forefront of global politics today. After all, Central Bankers can’t own the world if one section of the world will not allow it. Globalism would not exist if it were not for usury.
                Some authors contained in the book are Globalists, which I find startling. The idea of presenting a global currency to stabilize world economy is a dangerous and deceitful idea. With the advent of one world economic system, a one world government would not be long following. These Globalists are, however, balanced by an equal amount of “Green” economists, presenting more sensible alternatives to our monetary woes.

                One thing I thought the book lacked was information concerning the lecherous private bank the Federal Reserve. The only information about it touched lightly on the subject and brushed it aside as being quite innocuous, which it isn’t. I also think the book could have had more on the monopolies of oil and gold to control the fluctuations of the market. But those issues aside, “The Little Money Book” is very informative.

                The book closes on alternative monetary models, including the suggestion to “Do-It-Yourself”, and focuses on the fact that money itself is not the problem, rather; greed. All-in-all, “The Little Money Book” is a must read for every consumer interested (or uninterested) in the subject of money. Even those “Have-Nots” should take a look inside, for the issue of money affects us all, for better or worse.

Turning Green Over Going Yellow

                While consuming one of the few televised “programs” that I am able to digest, a commercial came on which puzzled me. It was advertising new “FlexFuel” automobiles – cars and trucks able to run on bio-diesel – and it took me back to Bush’s last State of the Union speech in which he admitted that the country is “addicted to oil” and proposed producing more renewable energy sources. Unfortunately, the only energy solution he gave for cars was to use bio-diesel – made from corn, wood chips, stalks, and switch grass. You might be thinking; what’s the problem? Bio-diesel is renewable, cleaner, and is technology we have today. The problem: Bio-diesel isn’t as environmentally friendly as you might think.
                One of the factors going against bio-diesel is the yield/cost ratio. The yield/cost ration relates to how much energy is spent in order to produce more energy (ethanol). As it stands now, the best ratio attained by that of straw, at 1.78. If I were to buy an orange at a dollar, cut it into thirds, I would have to sell each third for a dollar in order to make a net profit as a business, without taking labor into consideration. If I used the model of yield/cost ratio of ethanol as a business model, by selling off a whole orange for a $1.78, I would only have enough money to buy another orange and save the rest in order to go into buying more oranges down the line. By this model, I would basically starve for my business to work.
                Another problem about bio-diesel is the so called “lower-emissions”. Yes, it’s true that by using bio-diesel, emissions are lowered by as little as 50% and as much as 78% (depending on which poison is being created). However, it takes large, non-bio-diesel machines to produce the crop that makes bio-diesel, not to mention the emissions made by the tons of fertilizer to feed the crop. On top of that, no automobile can run effectively on pure bio-diesel; in order to combat the gelling temperature point of 40°F and bio-diesel’s natural hydrophilic properties, it must be mixed with regular diesel.
                The other, most disturbing thought of all is that genetically modified crops will be used to create ethanol. The UK and other countries have banned GM crops from being sold or even grown in stores, and the movement to rid the world of these “frankenfoods” is slowly building in the US, which produces the most GM crops in the world. If bio-diesel production were to give GM crops a place in the world, the demand for them would begin to increase. That means more patented seeds blowing into private farms and farmers being sued by corporate agribusiness, which would in turn mean more fields would be seized and used for these specific crops. Imagine the entire world being owned by Monstanto™ and its subsidiaries. Whole nations being stripped of soil; all for the sake of more oil. It’s a frightening thought. Even worse is the thought that the “Terminator©” crop could pollenate non-GM crop. That could destroy the bio-diversity of plants and create a world where a certain type of seed can be bought by Monsanto every year, for eternity.
                When I heard Bush speak of alternative energy sources, I was right to be suspicious. An oil-man and a known liar cannot be trusted when it comes to our energy policy. If we keep travelling down this road, we will not claim fealty to any nation, crown, or religion, but to Corporation. I imagine that’s what they’ll it when all corporations have merged into one: Corporation™.

“I WAS A TEENAGE-ZOMBIE-ROBOT-SLAVE!”

                Episode §: “The only demons are within.”

                “IWATZRS!” chronicles the adventures of Johnny, a white suburbanite living in a world ruled by black magicians, shape-shifting reptiles and ancient deities. Johnny was once one of the zombie-robot-slaves that served his evil masters until he realized that freedom was as easy as saying “No”, and is now an inter-dimensional superhero fighting for truth, justice, and the anti-American way.

                In this episode of: “I WAS A TEENAGE-ZOMBIE-ROBOT-SLAVE!” Johnny finds himself captured by the dreaded DREAM POLICE, and is drug to the super-techno-fortress of M the Christ; arch-nemesis of freedom and truth – and the supreme dictator of planet Earth!

                A massive golden crucifix adorned the ziggurat fortress, which glittered in the ambient light emanating from Sodom & Gomorrah. Johnny could do nothing but stare up in awe at the mountain that the Zombie-Robot-Slaves had built for the Reptiles. He lamented that his fellow slaves knew little of their enslavement or the fact that their rulers were nothing more than lecherous demons from the Nether-Regions.
                “Boy oh boy, that’s a lot of shiny,” Johnny commented as he was dragged through the pearly gates.
                “ZZZilence!” The mosquito-faced Dream Police spat in unison.
                Johnny humored the Po-Po and kept his mouth shut throughout the journey. Big screen monitors flashed beautiful scenes of rolling pastures and crystal clear rivers snaking around majestic mountains, all beneath clear cerulean skies. The images reminded Johnny of some distant memory, but he could not remember if that memory was a dream, or that such things had actually existed in his lifetime.
                All the walls and furniture were made of the finest petrified oak, trimmed by silver and padded with leather stuffed with goose down. The floors were made of large slabs of marble covered by a fine crimson carpet that stretched out before them for what seemed like eternity. Wow, Johnny thought, this place is really nice. I could be awfully comfortable her--… shaking off the thought, Johnny regained his sanity and prepared for what was next.

                Two massive gold doors swung open by themselves to a throne room so stately, so lavish, that to describe it here would take hours. What was important in this room is instead the lone figure sitting atop the bejeweled throne to the rear center. The man stood up as Johnny was thrown forcefully to the ground before the throne.
                “BEHOLD! I am M, the Christ! The Alpha-Reptile, Supreme Priest and Ruler of this planet!” shouted the caped man, “And you, Johnny, are a thorn in my side!”
                “Ruler? Is that so?” Johnny murmured as he tried to stand, only to be knocked back down by the Dream Police.
                Ignoring Johnny’s question, M pressed further; “You, a lone renegade amongst my subjects have devoted your pathetic life to the impossible goal of overthrowing my empire. What kind of madness possesses you? Don’t you know that the empire has existed, and shall exist, for all of time?”
                “No, I don’t.”
                “Fool! Your quest is folly!” M brushed his cape to one side, making a grandiose gesture to emphasize his point, “Nothing you will do can defeat the empire. When one empire falls, another rises! Though on the outside different, they are all fundamentally the same! They are all my Empire!”
                “Who talks like that, dude?” Johnny cocked an eyebrow.
                “Did you just call me, ‘Dude’?” M’s frown lowered further, which only a Reptile could do, “I’m not your, your… ‘Dude’! I am Ruler of the Earth!”
                “Really?”
                “Yes!”
                “You rule the Earth?”
                “I don’t need to repeat myself for you!” M boomed.
                “Okay, if you rule the Earth, make it quake right now.” Johnny sat back on his heels and crossed his arms.
                “I don’t need to prove myself to you, either!”
                “Well, you claim to rule the Earth. I say no one rules the Earth. And unless you can make the ground shake, you have no dominion over it. After all, a ruler can only be a ruler if his subjects – in your case, the Earth – do your bidding.”
                M fell back into his throne and growled. “How dare you… very well, the Earth shall quake!” He threw his head back and lifted his hand high into the air. Moments later, a loud, distant grinding noise could be heard and the ground itself heaved up and down, and side to side.
                Johnny clapped. “Okay, make it rain.”
                M made another gesture, and the clouds let loose a torrent of rain, causing the ziggurat to rumble.
                “Now make a hurricane.”
                The wind howled and several windows shattered, letting in a spray of rain from the outside.
                “Tornado!”
                M growled and snapped his fingers. Soon, parts of the ziggurat were being torn away and only the ambient light from outside lit the room.
                “Volcano! Hail the size of watermelons! Lightning! Sinkhole!” Johnny shouted over the chaotic noises from all around.
                M had already transformed into a twelve-foot-tall reptile and was waving about ridiculously, sending a torrent of natural disasters upon the ziggurat until… everything stopped. The light from Sodom & Gomorrah had gone out, and the fortress was in ruin. “What happened?!” M screamed.
                A voice from the darkness squeaked, “It’s the Beast, sir. It crashed.”
                “WHAT?!! The Beast never crashes! It was built to be infallible!”
                “Memory overload, sir... too many programs running at once. It’ll take a while before we figure out if it was a chip failure, or if the electro-magnetic array burned out.”
                “NOOOO! This cannot be! This is all your fault, zombie boy!” M was in the midst of a childish tantrum.
                “Well, you should have thought of how much you rely on your machines before claiming to be the sole ruler of Earth, Lizzy. I think it’d be more accurate to say your ‘Beast’ rules.” Johnny snickered. “But then again, it doesn't have the strength to rule, now does it?”
                “Heresy! Where are you?! I’ll slit your throat!” But M’s threats were in vain, as Johnny had already made his escape through a hole in the fortress and jumped from the cliff into the sea.
                “He’zz gone, Mazter!” The Dream Police hissed.
                “Damn you, Johnny. You will regret crossing the Christ!”

TUNE IN NEXT TIME FOR MORE EXCITING ADVENTURES OF:

“I WAS A TEENAGE-ZOMBIE-ROBOT-SLAVE!”

Coercion: Enough Room to See, But Not Enough to Think

                You see them everywhere; they’re in people’s living rooms, bedrooms, on desks, used as billboards, and have even found a place on the telephone. We use them to tell time, entertain, advertise, and even study with. They’re projection screens. They’ve only been with us for a little over a century and they’re already everywhere! As we boldly charge into the 21^st Century, one can’t help but wonder how all this technology is affecting us. And what with the ever shrinking amount of time we have to ourselves to contemplate on the information we receive at an ever increasing rate, we’ve got less room in our head to sort it all out than ever before.

A classic printing press from 1811.

                In the mid-1400’s, a German metalwork called Johannes Gutenberg innovated a way to print information on a mass scale. By making little metal stamps corresponding with each individual letter which could then be fit into a frame, Gutenberg was able to print and copy works at a rate so much faster than hand written documents, it can hardly be measured. His printing process created a new age of learning and literacy that no one had seen before. The average person, for a price that was relatively small compared to the cost of hand written books, could own their own copy of the Bible, or any other work for that matter. Not only did this make an environment conducive for an educational Renaissance, but it also herald in the first of all new form of information exchange that still thrives to this day: the political cartoon.
                Now, anyone with the money and the know-how could motivate the public’s opinion in any direction they so desired (so long as they made a convincing case). With the thousands of anti-establishment cartoons and books being printed by Gutenberg’s printing press, world culture shifted dramatically, and caused the Church to begin a practice which was unthinkable in ages before; book burning. The war of ideas had been kicked into high-gear.

                Literacy and education blossomed in the centuries after Gutenberg’s invention, creating ever more complex sciences and technologies. And in 1884, a student attending school in Neustadt created a machine whose descendants would change the world: the first television. Moving images projected onto screens had already been demonstrated two decades earlier, and celluloid film was being developed roughly the same time Paul Nipkow had created his invention. But his creation would eventually spawn an age where artificial moving images were brought to the average person in the comfort of their own home much like Gutenberg’s press took writing out of the Churches and put into the hands of commoners.

Braun HF 1 Television

                They say a picture is worth a thousand words. If that’s true, then one second of 24-fps film is worth 24,000 words, plus the audio to go along with it. By the end of the 1960’s, television had found its way into virtually every home in America. And with the advent of color television, audible and visual information was bombarding the brains of U.S. citizens with profound mental and emotional effects that few could have predicted. It’s now widely accepted that the opposition to the war in Vietnam was largely fueled by the images being sent back by reporters in the field. Americans would see their very own flesh and blood die right in their living rooms every night. The military paid a heavy price in the PR field in that era, but they were determined to never make that mistake again, as shown by the total an utter blackout of wartime images being transmitted via TV today.

Apple II Personal Computer

                By the 1980’s, a whole new form of information delivery was introduced: the personal computer. Though simple and rudimentary at first, the average PC eventually enveloped the role that the typewriter, adding machine, clock, and board game had controlled in ages past. With the advent of the internet and more powerful CPUs, the roles of the television, radio, newspaper, magazine and telephone were slowly dominated by these small yet influential machines. It is said that we are going through another intellectual Renaissance because of the PC and Internet.
                We spend longer and longer periods of time in front of these machines now and big business has recognized this. Today, there’re few websites that don’t offer some sort of service through monetary exchange, and even fewer that don’t include at least one advertisement. Everyone that sees a buck to be made want more and more of our attention, and the employment of these computers has driven the markets as well as the war of ideas into hyper-drive.

                How do these projected images affect our brains? This has been a question I’ve wrestled with for most of my life. We’ve all heard the old saying, “TV rots the brain”. And I’m sure that I’m not the only one that has scoffed at this idea, but what if it has some basis in fact?
                There’s no debate to the cultural effects that radio and television has on the citizenry, as can be seen with the panic of the War of the Worlds in 1938 and the protests of the Vietnam War. So, you have to wonder what the average advertisement, fictional story, news piece, opinion piece, music video and other form of entertainment that is projected by these means does to the consciousness both at the individual and mass level.

Parts of the brain being excited by visual stimulus.

                In 2004, I began experimenting with my own nervous system to see if the effects that projected images had on the brain as opposed to images that used reflected light. The hypothesis was simple: light loses intensity when reflected off of objects; therefore images displayed by projection screens should garner a greater effect. It’s difficult to tell what the effects are when it comes to decision making and social responses without wider testing, so I relegated my experiments to the more immediate effects; namely, the effects on dreams and the retention/intensity of the “after-image” seen when the eyes are closed.
                Both experiments were based on the same assumption: that the intense light coming from projection screens create a powerful “after-image” that stays in the mind for a period of time until the excitation of the visual parts of the brain subside. I believed that by utilizing these after-images, I could influence my own dreams to my own choosing.
                In the after-image experiment, simple pictures, words, glyphs and other symbols were drawn using a paint program in solid black and white. The image was printed on a piece of paper and projected full-screen on the computer at 100% magnification. With the monitor turned off, the paper was taped to the monitor and stared at for a period of time between 30 seconds to 5 minutes. With eyes closed, the after-image appeared faintly against the darkness and lasted for a short period before fading away. The same was done with the image on the projection screen, using the same length of time. The image was far more intense than in the paper test, and lasted anywhere between 3 to 5 times longer.
                In the dream experiment, similar images were used. Though, in this case, I decided to use the “sigil” form of images utilized by modern day “Magick” users. Words and symbols were combined to create an abstract symbol which is either familiar or unfamiliar. I decided to try to induce a wet dream by using the Latin word for passion – Eros – and form it into a symbol resembling a woman. The sigil was then displayed at full-screen and stared at for 15 minutes whereupon I immediately went to bed to go to sleep.
                Though I failed to bring about the intended wet dream, the sigil woman I created was nonetheless part of the dream. In fact, her form in the dream was closely modeled after what the actual sigil looked like; instead of being a mass of white stripes she was instead a dark woman wearing all black with white stripes adorning her clothes. The dream contained no sex, but did invoke passion in the form of violence against a common enemy we encountered. Ironically, the dream turned to the use of computers shortly before I awoke. Similar dream experiments using paper images were not as effective.
                As it is shown in the after-image experiment, the brain is excited by images for longer periods of time than those printed on paper. The mind therefore has less time to step back and analyze the information. And as the dream experiment showed, the power of images on the brain does indeed affect the sub-consciousness as well as waking consciousness. Despite the fact that my experiments lacked subjects outside of myself much less control subjects, the results were enough to convince me of the immense power that projection screens have on human consciousness.

                As coercion, subliminal practices, and “magick spells” grow ever more sophisticated, we find ourselves making less rational and reasonable decisions but instead are being moved by images and sounds created by others with their own specific goals and agendas in mind. In some cases, these images and sounds are even hypnotic. But, even in hypnosis, the mind must be willing to accept coercion in order to comply with instructions. If we do not like the direction we are told to go, we still have the power to decide otherwise. But one question remains; do we know what is good for us?

                Loose Change: 2^nd Edition employs scientific reasoning, interviews (with firefighters, a flight instructor, and William Rodriguez), news clips from the fateful day, eyewitness testimony, and textual evidence to back up their claims. From top to bottom, Loose Change is one of the best documentaries on this subject. Though, my favorite will always be Martial Law, Loose Change is a no-nonsense approach at the tackling the problems with the official story of 9-11 and is a must-see for anyone who wants a different view on what happened that day. Even if you believe everything the mainstream tells you and thinks everything else is wild conspiracy theory, you should still take a look at Loose Change. After all, the difference between a good theory and a bad theory is if the theory can stand up to your tests.

                Bravo, Louder Than Words!