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Can’t you see

That I’m losing my marbles

It’s marvelous

Losing another

Losing another

? ! ? ! ? !

 Hysteria is only possible with an audience

Nothing of me is original

I am the combined effort of everybody I’ve ever known

Invisible Monsters

Sleep tight,
L. xox

First stop, this week-end is,

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Hello, or howdy, I was just wondering, if there was any legal requirements needed in traveling on the tube. I do feel incredibly safe in London. However, what ever happened to this case?

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/uk/4713753.stm

I haven’t been reading as much as possible, as I’ve had a lot to sort out.  I need to sort out my housing benefit now.  I went to see my dear old Teacher, Mr Archibold Foulds.  He was my old economics teacher.

I came into the college and the kids were, should I say raucous. They seemed a very lively bunch.  I’m seriously thinking of becoming a teacher, perhaps in design and media.  I know they teach design and technology, it maybe a great career path to go down.  I hope it’s as respectable as they make out.  I know a lot of teachers, and I would love to go back to my old teachers and tell them about my business plans, especially in Drama.  I know that my dear dear french friend, is going all guns steaming and I was hoping that I could lend a helpful hand.

But I do realise that were were heading is an old boys network.  I hope in the future, they find us formidable business associates.  Can’t wait to go on linkedin and meetup.com and sort out my career.  A little bit of moonlighting hasn’t hurt anyone.  Besides, I work 7 days a week.

God speed world

Die Dinge stehen da wie die Nase im Gesicht.
Klopstock

Pretty cool tarot cards over at Alice In Wonderland Geek.  Alice in Wonderland Geek is a site that is drilling in on everything Alice.  The White Rabbit can learn things, of course Tweedledee and Tweedledum have no clue anyway but they’d enjoy it too.

The Alice in Wonderland Tarot deck published in 1989 includes 78 vivid color cards based on the original illustrations by Sir John Tenniel. All character from Alice in Wonderland and Alice Through the Looking Glass make an appearance.

Con’t…And believe me, so far this has whole thing has been a trip.  As I reflect on the words from “White Rabbit” I see that these words shimmer with great metaphorical parallels to my mid-life “waking up,” “self-healing” experience.  Here’s some of the words I connect with:

And if you go chasing rabbits
And you know you’re going to fall…
When men on the chessboard
Get up and tell you where to go…
When logic and proportion
Have fallen sloppy dead
And the White Knight is talking backwards
And the Red Queen’s “off with her head!
“
Remember what the dormouse said;
“feed YOUR HEAD.  Feed your head.…

Over the last six year of tunneling into my unconscious and desiring to connect with my sub-conscious in order to become conscious and experience inner healing, I have done a lot of falling.  I have had more moments than imaginable where what had seemed logical to me at one time, needed to go all sloppy dead.  And so I replaced it with true logic.  Then there have been realities I have had to face at times that have seared so deeply that it seemed my head floated off and and I tripped out into the delirium that pain inflicts.  In that place White Knights were talking backwards and chessboard men were telling me where to go.  And more times then I can count the Red Queen has been waving her hand in the air screaming, “Off with her head.”  And it only stood to reason, my head needed to come off.  I needed to replace it with reality.   Then finally I have needed to feed my head.  Feed it with truth.  The only way to true healing.  True awakening.  In the words of Jesus, “The truth shall set you free.”   True.  True.  But let me tell you friend, it’s going to hurt like hell first…

Grace Slick at Woodstock singing, White Rabbit

Anagnorisis is excited to welcome three artists to the White Rabbit in December.  Jarvis Earnshaw, Matthew Brennan and Joe Rugilio have teamed up to make a brilliant mess on our walls!!!  Please join us for the opening shindig on Thursday, December 3rd from 7-10pm.  The White Rabbit is located at 145 East Houston Street (btw. Eldridge St. and Forsyth) in New York City.

Samantha recently sent the three of them some questions to ponder:

Do you own an eraser? If so, what would you do if you lost it? If not, what would you do if you were forced to use one?

JE: yes, i own 3jars full of erasers to be exact.if i did happen to loose it i would loose my fucking mind! an eraser is the next best thing that happened to me besides water. believe me, i would go insane. or get on the first plane to japan. quite frankly the erasers found in america are the WORST! and should be renamed to smearers or smudgers.GO TO JAPAN PEOPLE! and get an eraser called MONO! it will blow your mind!

i feel that it is easily forgoton that erasing is a mark in the page. as does water with gum arabic.as does clouds in the sky

i love to draw with my eraser and we are inseparable.

MB: I own a few white erasers. They are by far my favorite kind. I really despise kneaded erasers. Erasing is good as long as it keeps you going forward. If you are erasing to go backwards, that is no good. Most of my work in the last four years has involved very little erasing and when I do use pencil it has been a real hard lead which doesn’t erase well anyway. You lose an eraser every time you wear it down to nothing. No one should force anyone to use any kind of tool.

What ideas/thoughts/concepts does your work explore?

JE: nowhere/now here

MB: Overlap, Your relation to your space within your reach, Breaths and twitches, a Projection of three seconds in your future path, a Journalistic report on the complete past of your ghost trail, Disecting people literaly and figuratively.

Who or what is your modern-day hero?

JE: my parents minus dad. naturally

MB: Evel Knievel. That dude took a simple concept and made magic for the world with a full speed, self sacrificial, no looking back approach. He added a bit of aesthetics and made the hybrid of man and machine so damn beautiful. Long Live His Dream.

You’re faced with a large blank page consisting of the most versatile material ever made for mark-making. Pen/Ink vs. paint. Which medium wins and why?

JE: whichever and/or whatever seems appropriate. medium is secondary.music comes first. whenever i grab a tool it is according to circumstance that is to say that i have an image in my mind that needs to be executed and will use whatever seems appropriate to the task.but during the course of execution the image starts to evolve like a melody as i breathe life into it.thats when ill start making conscious decisions on who goes where. Pen/Paint? who cares!? at the end of the day its the beautiful image that you are left with. i will paint with my dick if i need to

MB : More and more, I realize that nobody wins. Some people or things get by a little easier but that’s about it. If, as the question poses, you can have one or the other, that means they are both available and shame on the person trying to keep them separate from you.

The three of you came to Anagnorisis as a group. What brought you together?

JE: sexxxy grrls

MB: We came together like Voltron, or the Wu Tang Clan. It just had to happen. It was really the right thing to do. Above artistically, Jarvis and Joe are incredible human beings.

JR: There is an energy between our work. I can’t help but be influenced by these guys and I can’t wait to show them my new works all the time.  We critique each other, no sugar coated shit.  We’ve been drawing together for about 3 years now and met at Michael Alan’s Draw-A-Thon Performance Theater. Go draw!

What about visual art do you value the most?

JE: for me art is a vortex. a divine moment of truth if you will.where there is no perception of time/place/self and you are one; yet never forget the way…as Rod Sterling sneaks up behind you cigarette in mouth.

MB:The total freedom for all involved. The only limitation is material. Drawing being the least limiting of all when done with only one small contact point. This offers the least resistance. With a piece, the creator has the power to make any mark any how and the viewer has the power to interpret however they see fit. Right on down to walking away and not looking at it at all. Nothing is more powerful than creativity and for me visual art is the best way for me to share that part of my brain.

JR: The selfish part – the act of making it. The part where I leave for a while and go autopilot. Not thinking about or planning pieces, cause I don’t do that shit. The farthest I want to plan ahead for are the materials, I get my stuff
ready and go. Maybe I’ll challenge myself and plan pieces someday.

Other than my selfishness, there are 3 parts, initial raw response, quality of execution, then if I like it more and more over time, which is really rough.

Con’t…

Now I know that that song is about drugs. But walk with me.  If you’re like me you’ve seen that life has many strange ways and things it uses to prepare us.  To send us in another direction.  To guide us and help us to arrive on our distant shores.  Signs and wonders put there to assist us…   And the timing isn’t always important.  The moment is what’s important.  Keep living and the moments loop and link and direct.  That being the case that song served a meaningful purpose.  And if that be true it follows that when I went to Disney about six years ago I should run into Alice’s “White Rabbit.”  Right at the time that I was one step across the threshold of my mid-life experience.  At the beginning of my striving to really wake up, like in the Matrix Movie, which I had for the first time viewed just 4 1/2 months prior and was still living with the effects of it totally cracking my brain awake and not surprisingly, but not noted with much attention on my part at the time, was loaded with its white rabbit…

Prior to Disney I hadn’t given much thought to the “White Rabbit” song, largely due to turning from my days of Rock and Roll, drugs and drinking.   But the instant I saw that life sized, snow white rabbit there was a shutter in the time continuum and I was propelled backwards, to my days of Janice Joplin’s  “White Rabbit”.  Only to be slung shot right back to the present.  As my body burbled through the vast energies that had captured it, my mind free floated and peered through a watery purple haze.  Unbearably conscious of the fact that, “Oh my God.  Another white rabbit.  I’ve tumbled down a rabbit hole.  I’m my own Alice.   Things are going to get bizarre.”

As it turned out that was the only character that I had my picture taken with–been there three times since and not once have I seen it again– and once it was developed I backed it with tape and stuck it to my bathroom mirror where it’s been ever since.  As a constant reminder that I’ve tumbled deep in a rabbit hole and I better run to keep up so his white fur won’t disappear over the horizon leaving me in Wonderland.  But also assuring me that if I do keep up, just like Alice, I will emerge into the light.  Transformed.

To be continued…
Night, Love ya,
Theresa Jane
-who found that I got about 17-20 views from alphainventions so I was seen at any rate.  The proof is in the pudding on this one though, will my numbers go up consistently?  And will there be anyone making comments??  The jury is still out on this one.

Am Freitag spielen unter anderem Black Sabbath Blue Fiji.
im White Rabbit.

Wunderschön und Balsam für eure geschundenen Seelen!

Empfohlen von Rhys Chatham!

The following is going to be my first in a segment of entries.  A continuation series.  Too long for one post.

Done a lot of thinking about this.  Drummed my fingers on my desk more than once contemplating it.  Began and scrapped a bunch of prior attempts.  What am I talking about?  The part of my life I only hint at.  You know, you’ve seen the bits trickle into my blog.  Where I mention appointments with my life coach, inner healing work, waking up, becoming conscious, and all those books psychology/spiritual books that are crammed among the chick lit and horror on my Shelfari shelf…–lots of words there I know.  After all this time I myself don’t know exactly how to label this whole thing.

I’ve gone back and forth on this note.  Should I share?  Yes, I should.  Then.  No.  No I shouldn’t.  Well today I decided.  Yes.  I’ll share.  Why?  Well, this journal is about me.  About my journey into the new me–well, really the me that’s always been there, it’s just that she/me/I was on the other side of the looking glass–My trip down the rabbit hole.  My going to ask Alice.  The trek to find me in the newest of terms.  Yes to become… a business woman.  But there is so much more then I put in my “about me.”  That was the tip, hinting at more.

And today begins the “more”.   Especially since I went and did it again, had another stop business day, as I had mentioned I might do yesterday, therefore it must bleed over into my blog making it business free.  The direction was spurred on by the fact that I began my day with an intense session with my life coach.  Making it the logical place to begin this post as well as begin to take you deeper into my rabbit hole.

It isn’t by mistake that my side bar, on my Blogger Blog and under About me on my WordPress blog reads as it does.  And, as a side note, why I didn’t come up with a name for my blog that played off from Alice in Wonderland I’ll never know.  Since I have a looooonnnggg history with good old Alice and white rabbits…

In my life I’ve taken many trips.  I’ve seen a lot of our country on them and then I’ve seen a lot of, well, not our country on others.  During those my eyes were bloodshot, squinting through smoke, and you might hear me say, as I exhaled, through small gasps, “Damn.  This is some good shit.”

Once upon a time I took these trips because, being a kid, I was trapped.  Couldn’t get out of the horrid home that I lived in, so I found other ways to trip on out.  Into other unseen lands where I followed many a psychedelic white rabbit…

Back then Rock and Roll was it for me.  Loved the stuff.  Loved the whole movement it represented.  Had I piled my records from the floor up they would have reached the top of my head and Jefferson Airplane was up there at the top.  Burned holes through their vinyl.  In my mind Grace Slick was one of the greatest female singers of her time.  And her song “White Rabbit” was my favorite.  I never knew why.  I just connected with it.  When that song came on I could be in a room full of people surging with booze and drugs and I would stop dead, as if to pay homage.  To listen and sing along till it was done.

I never could explain it before.  Defiantly not back in the day.  Then it was, “I love that fucking song.”  Now, as I rethink it, I think in some strange way I was forward seeing into my future.  Preparing myself.  Preparing to be ready to tumble down the deepest rabbit hole of my life.  To be ready and willing to go…

More tomorrow, Love ya,
Theresa Jane
-don’t worry we’re going somewhere.  It’s just that in order to get there we have to sit and drink some tea with the Mad Hatter and listen to his ramblings…

ushanka – a Russian fur cap with ear flaps that can be tied up to the crown of the cap, or tied at the chin to protect the ears, jaw and lower chin from the cold.

We’re talking California cold. The temperatures dropped to maybe 50˚ (during evening hours) and it’s kind of chilly in the house. I swear, I’m not even kidding you, I love it. It was a long and hot summer, even for us, those lucky bustards of South California. Don’t throw things at me envious Missourians and indignant Californians, for I have sinned much worse in my short life than utter these words: screw all-year-round summer weather. I’m so bored with the toned arm-bearing top-tanks and tanned thigh-revealing shorts. I’ve missed having some cloths on.

Luckily, my prayers have been answered, and I’ve noticed a shift in the weather pattern. We still get to enjoy sunny and warm days, but those now get framed by chilly mornings and cold evenings. All of a sudden we’ve realized the furnace is broken (Mike, I hope you’re reading this!), and that our windows really do close. Also, the comforter’s life has been filled with meaning again. It’s confidence grew overnight.

Hell, I got to wear socks today! I also restored my favorite tea mug that was on a sabbatical for all these months. I’ve just brewed myself a perfectly hot cup of organic twig tea…Oh. Nothing’s more soothing and comforting than a potion of soaked up branches and bushes.

Today I’m celebrating winter. And I don’t give a flying monkey what you say about autumn. Autumn-shmotumn. In California it’s not going to get any better than what I’ve got right now. At least I get to wear fuzzy socks and a furry mitt with the bikini that goes swimmingly with my new ushanka. I’m going all the way! Now, if you’ll excuse me, I will sit in front of my imaginary fireplace, hold a cup of intensely fragrant and rich hot chocolate (as real as it comes – see below), listen to the non-existent crackle of fire, and feel its heat on my rosy cheeks. In the state of utmost relaxation, high on serotonin, I won’t even reject the straight jacket Jason will surely dress me up in upon entering the site.

In order to fulfill the fantasy, I need to follow these steps (read carefully and take notes):

-       take a small sauce pan and set over a medium heat

-       pour about 3/4 cup of organic almond milk (unsweetened) into the pan

-       let the milk heat, but not boil

-       pick The Most Favorite Cup In The World and position it on a kitchen counter

-       open a sachet of organic FIRESIDE ALMOND HOT CHOCOLATE MIX bought from Whole Foods last Christmas

-       measure 2 tbsp of the powder and add to The Most Favorite Cup In The World

-       add 1/4 tsp of instant coffee (for that intense chocolate flavor, trust me)

-       take the milk off the heat and pour over the hot chocolate powder in the cup

-       mix all together

-       put on a bikini, fuzzy socks, and ushanka

-       sit in front of an imaginary fireplace

-       hold the cup with the Hot Chocolate in both hands

-       say Hi to the White Rabbit

-       when I count to 3, you’ll open your eyes…

Oops, sorry. Was I daydreaming? Again?

Keep your fuzzy socks handy, everybody. It’s the ushanka season.

I love Grace Slick.  How could anyone not love the Godmother of the psychedelic, the woman who had a schemed a plan to dose Nixon with LSD at the White House.  The woman who we owe thanks for the White Rabbit.

Photo: Herb Greene

More photos of Grace Slick after the jump…

I, for one, tend to prefer older music to the music of today. There will be a much longer post about this coming soon. However here are a few of my favourite older artists and songs.

Joni Mitchell: Both Sides Now

Jefferson Airplane: White Rabbit

Blue Oyster Cult: Don’t fear the Reaper

Kansas: Carry on my Wayward Son

Ted Nugent: Stranglehold

Triumph: Fight The Good Fight

“but i don’t want to go among mad people,” alice remarked.

“oh, you can’t help that,” said the cat: “we’re all mad here. i’m mad. you’re mad.”

“how do you know i’m mad?” said alice.

“you must be,” said the cat, “otherwise you wouldn’t have come here.”

alice didn’t think that proved it at all: however she went on. “and how do you know that      you’re mad?”

“to begin with,” said the cat, “a dog’s not mad. you grant that?”

“i suppose so,” said alice

“well, then, ” the cat went on, “you see a dog growls when it’s angry, and wags its tail when it’s pleased. now i growl when i’m pleased, and wag my tail when i’m angry. therefore i’m mad.”

A ban on literary allusion in rock lyrics strikes me as a good idea.  Wouldn’t it be great if Led Zeppelin’s “Ramble On” didn’t have those Tolkienisms?  Isn’t Grace Slick’s “rejoyce” more enjoyable as pure piano-driven dada than as a farrago of Ulysses references?  Isn’t “Killing An Arab,” Camus via the Cure, a major drag?  Is there anything in rock we really value that we’d lose with the ban?

Well—we might lose great songs that were inspired by literary sources.  Without the Tolkien connection we might not get “Ramble On” at all (or “Sympathy for the Devil” without The Master and Margarita, or “Kid Charlemagne” without The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test—or the neat band name Steely Dan without Naked Lunch—or—).

All right, it would be madness to forbid literary inspiration, but wouldn’t it often be better to disguise the debt?  Do I have to hear (every time) about Mordor and Gollum in the calm verse before the perfect storm chorus of “Ramble On”?  —Worse, must we take seriously the kind of commentary that thinks literary allusions make rock songs more seriously interesting?[1]

Allusion has a notable power to turbo-boost the action of thought in a purely literary context, but does any of this power carry over to rock songs, which are designed to appeal immediately and viscerally to a youthful audience (I mean all of us as youthful) for whom fresh experience must matter far more than either cultural reminiscence or artistic cleverness?

To the point, then:  Is there any such thing as a great rock allusion hook, an exception that proves (or, if not so exceptional, wrecks) my rule?

Probably there are many contenders.[2]  One I admit I like is the Lolita reference, “just like the old man in that book by Nabokov,” in “Don’t Stand So Close to Me” by the Police.  The allusion is charmingly external, simple and naked, and actually adds meaning, too, since the sexual deviance of the schoolgirl hitting on the teacher in “Don’t Stand” is complementary to Humbert Humbert’s famous perversion in Lolita, and we glimpse with the teacher the horrid possibility of being turned involuntarily into something like a Humbert.   Plus it’s cute to rhyme “that book by Nabokov” with “he starts to shake and cough” in the preceding line (which sets the scene for his horrid transformation, as though into Mr. Hyde).

But the cuteness of the rhyme and the connection begins to undermine the whole experience.  Is it a one-trick song after all, a gag?  Without the allusion, this doubt wouldn’t have been sown.

I do know one allusion that impressively hits a rock nail on the head.  It’s the reference to Lewis Carroll’s Alice books in Grace Slick’s “White Rabbit,” bridging two worlds of mind-expansion, the Victorian fantastic and the 60’s psychedelic, drilling to just the right depth of cultural memory and perfectly leveraging the implicit claim of all allusion that the mind can make a greater truth.  Someone might object that my example isn’t a specific reference within a song but rather a whole song made of references to Carroll, like an Alice mini-opera.  I contend, however, that (a) with its sharp thematic focus (in glaring contrast to “rejoyce”) the song really works as an extended allusion, for we never forget that its primary subject matter is not Alice, who remains relatively in the distance, but our own possibilities of out-of-bounds experience; and (b) the allusion is so effective because it is so dominant, forcing everything else in the song to agree:  the bass line becomes a scuttling march over thresholds of wonder, the slightly dirty lead guitar becomes the sizzling forward edge of the exploring mind, the eventual big beat becomes the discovery of the hungry center—the head that must be fed.

Unlike “Sympathy for the Devil,” which alludes interestingly to a Russian novel that few of the Rolling Stones’ listeners have even heard of, “White Rabbit” makes a crackling connection with a book everyone knows well, a book that has already injected us with subversive joy.[3]  Never mind Slick’s boring claim that she wrote the song merely to make a point about how the flower children’s parents had set them up for drug use by reading them drug-allusive texts like Alice and The Wizard of Oz.[4]  “White Rabbit” reminds us that our original trip through the looking glass was an unsettling, exhilarating initiation into mental freedom, a revelation of the volatile truth that consciousness is—and can launch us again, whenever we want to continue the adventure.

2.  Almost any of them will raise interesting questions about the nature of allusion.  For instance, does Blue Oyster Cult’s “Don’t Fear The Reaper” allude to Romeo and Juliet as elements in Shakespeare’s play, or as the source idea that Shakespeare worked with, or as post-Shakespeare cultural icons? Consider also Dire Straits’ beautiful “Romeo and Juliet,” which uses R & J as a general archetype for star-separated lovers but specifically alludes to the balcony scene in the play (and also to West Side Story’s take on R & J:  “‘There’s a place for us,’ you know the movie song”).

3.  Much of what I’ve claimed for “White Rabbit” could be claimed also for Cream’s “Tales of Brave Ulysses” in relation to the Odyssey, but “Tales” has to work too hard to make the Odyssey material vivid for us, so that Homer’s world becomes more like a contemporary Western tourist’s plunge into Aegean waters.  But this migration among worlds could be seen as a strength.

4.  Interviewed in Jeff Tamarkin, Got a Revolution!  The Turbulent Flight of Jefferson Airplane (New York:  Atria, 2003), p. 110.

I’m conscious. I’m conscious.
I’ll always be conscious.
I’m not just not sleeping but I’m so god damn conscious.
I can’t close my eyes because my ears are alive
They cradle the sounds that sound just like light
I’m conscious. I’m conscious.
It’s dark and I’m conscious.
Sensations are sounds that keep me awake
Gnawing my nerves to make me insane
Rattling feelings to wake up my brain
Hours of awareness that bring on the pain
I’m conscious. I’m CONSCIOUS.
Can’t you tell that I’m CONSCIOUS?!
Hurting in places that don’t have a name
Insomnia throbbing like night pounding rain
If I could close my eyes I’d be alright again
If I could close my head I’d lose all this pain
This consciousness always makes me insane

Sleep tight,
L. xox

Morpheus of the Military Industrial Complex: John Allen Muhammad

MUHAMMAD & THE NUREMBERG CLUE

The final appeals of John Allen Williams are over. Virginia Gov. Timothy M. Kaine has denied his attorney’s petition for clemency He is scheduled to be executed this day, November 11, 2009, the day before Veterans Day. He is scheduled to go to the death chamber at Greensville Correctional Center at 9 p.m. ET, and by the time of this posting he will be dead by lethal injection.

Just as in the case of other Classic Manchurian Candidates of color, Sirhan Sirhan, Ewell Lee Danielly, Wayne Chenault, and Sebron Flenaugh, Jr., Muhammad probably suffered the same mental breakdown (politically opportune amnesia) as to events proximate and during the DC sniping ncidents of October 2002. Even in this disassociate mental condition; Sirhan Sirhan was able to leave clues to his possible programmers.

By his own hand, Sirhan programmer is generally assumed to have been programmed by MK-ULTRA U.S. Air Force consultant William Bryant Jennings III. Jennings was a hypnotist who worked with the CIA and was famously a consultant on the film version of The Manchurian Candidate. Jennings’ infamous clients like the Boston Strangler, Albert DeSalvo, was found in Sirhan’s infamous notebook on several pages, and allegedly after the killing Jennings even had boasted that he was the one who programmed him.

In his final days and in disassociate mental condition; Muhammad left clues to his programmers. His attorney, Jonathan Sheldon, says that Muhammad is severely mentally ill who suffers from Gulf War Syndrome and delusions. Yet, Sheldon said Muhammad called him a few days ago to say he should find his dentist to confirm that he was not in Washington at the time of the crimes. “He’s in Nuremberg,” Muhammad said. “In Germany?” Sheldon asked. “It’s a week before his execution, and he thinks we should be looking for a dentist in Germany.”

Nuremberg. Very interesting! Nuremberg was the site of the Nuremberg Trials. The Nuremberg Trials is the general name for two sets of trials of Nazis involved in crimes committed during the Holocaust of World War II. The first, and most famous, began on November 20, 1945. It was misleadingly entitled the Trial of the Major War Criminals before the International Military Tribunal, which tried some of the most insignificant leaders of Nazi Germany, while the major war criminals, the SS, the World Greatness Racial Mass Murders, entered the employ of the U.S. Government under the CIA.

It just so happens that Muhammad’s annihilation, by his own admission, will come so close to the 64th Anniversary to the Nuremberg Trials of Nazi war criminals and racial mass murderers.

MUHAMMAD & MORPHEUS COMPLEX

Morpheus in Greek Mythology is “he who forms, shapes, moulds”. He is the Greek god of dreams. Morpheus has the ability to take any human’s form and appear in dreams, but is described to have wings on his back when in his true form.

Morpheus’ dream world is protected by the Gates of Morpheus, which had two monsters capable of becoming one’s fears, a method to drive one away. Only other Olympians could enter Morpheus’ Dream World. It is notable that his dream world is where his family lived – other gods that were exiled out of Mount Olympus. Notable features of Morpheus’ dream world are the Rivers of Forgetfulness and the River of Oblivion.

The drug morphine derives its name from Morpheus, based on its dream-inducing power. Morpheus is major character in the Matrix films; he helps fellow humans wake up from life-long machine-induced “dreams.”

As a tool for CIA/Military Intelligence manipulation-mind control operations, the MORPHEUS COMPLEX has a great deal of potential for programming Manchurian Candidates.

Under CIA mind control programs such as MK-ULTRA (Program of Research in Behavioral Modification) -Bluebird/Artichoke Assassination Programs, CIA personnel worked alongside former Nazi and SS scientists and doctors that escaped Nuremberg who had already proven proficient in breaking the mind and creating dissociate and multiple personalities to advance their agenda of racial annihilation and for a new world (Aryan) order.

When the attorney of John Lee Malvo, Muhammad’s teenage accomplice asked him why he committed the alleged random killings, his answer was simple: The Matrix made him do it. Sources familiar with Malvo’s six-hour interview with Fairfax police Nov. 7, 2002 said he referred to “The Matrix” repeatedly. According to sources, he laughed when allegedly confessing his shootings – as if he didn’t believe that he had killed actual human beings.

Malvo was not only obsessed with movie, “The Matrix.” He was inside “The Matrix.” His writings demonstrated that he wished people would free their minds from the matrix. The writings appeared focused, in part, on the movie.” “Free Your Mind! The Body Will Follow!” Malvo went on, “You are a slave to the Matrix ‘control,’ ” One page refers to Morpheus telling Neo: “Free first your mind, trust me! The body will follow!”

The writings were taken secretly from Malvo’s cell at the Fairfax County, Va., jail, photocopied and provided to investigators on the sniper task force preparing for the murder trial of Malvo, and John Allen Muhammad.

If you watched the 1999 “The Matrix”, you would instantly understand that Malvo was Neo, and Morpheus was John Allen Muhammad. In the MATRIX, Neo follows the white rabbit tattoo to Morpheus.

In “Alice in Wonderland,” Alice begins her journey by following the white rabbit who’s not happy to have her there, and who’s in quite a hurry to get somewhere. They tumble down the rabbit hole, and so it all begins. Neo is told to follow the “White Rabbit” in The Matrix in one of many metaphysical “waking up” metaphors. Seconds later, his doorbell rings, and when he opens the door he finds a woman with a tattoo of a white rabbit on her shoulder. Later in the film right before he meets the oracle one can see Night of the Lepus playing on a nearby television, symbolizing Neo’s decision to “follow the white rabbit” and to disturb the order of the Matrix.

In the movie, Morpheus presents Neo with a choice between the red pill, which will lift the veil of illusion provided by the Matrix, and the blue pill, which will enable Neo to maintain the comfort of his illusory life asleep in the Matrix. Without the awakening guidance of Morpheus, Neo, Malvo’s choice of awakening, reality, and consciousness is forever lost without the guiding hand of Morpheus.

In some cases, the “white rabbit’” is a mind control programmer. If we follow the white rabbit, it would lead you to Fort Lewis, Tacoma, Washington. Some of the Col. John B. Alexander’s Psi-Tech operations of First Earth Battalion (FEB) were run out of Ft. Lewis, Washington. Muhammad was a soldier being run out of Ft. Lewis. Muhammad may have been one of FEB’s experimental remote controlled Jedi mind controlled soldiers implanted with an experimental “Morpheus Complex.”

PROJECT MORPHEUS & THE NATIONAL SECURITY COUNCIL

Project Morpheus appears to involve covert political assassinations as long as there is a National Security Finding by the National Security Council (NSC) to cover it.

Reichsfurhrer Heinrich Himmler’s resident SS, Knight of Black Sun on the NSC was Dr. Fritz Gustane Anton Kraemer. Dr. Fraemer was a special assistant, adviser and strategist to the U.S. Army Deputy Chief of Staff of Operations (DCSOPS) at the Pentagon. The NSC was patterned after Fuehrer Adolf Hitler and Nazi Germany’s Security Council, and its jurisdiction was to oversee the Central Intelligence Agency (CIA) by dictate of the National Security Act of 1947.

The extraordinary researcher, the Late Great Mae Brussell, identified Kraemer as the “Number One” most powerful (Secret Team) person in the United States. She suspected that he was the very same Brigadefuhrer SS Fritz Kraemer who was very high up in Hitler’s regime and personally responsible for extremely strategic fascist atrocities in WWII, who as a war crimes defendant just happened to literally walk away from the Nuremberg Trials as a SS war criminal into the service of the U.S. Military.

False Flag Operations such as Northwoods were part and parcel of The Knights of Black Sun’s Master plan for a 1000 Year Third Reich of World Domination. Hitler, Himmler and the SS Master Plan devised a series of historical events that, on the surface, would appear to occurrences of acts of murder, assassinations, terror, and war. Through timing of these events, patience, careful planning, and cooperation from others in positions of trust, stealth and deceit, they would acquire power over the United States and world through false flag operations, fear mongering, population mind control, deception, concealment, selected assassinations of national and world leaders, and war.

THE BETRAYAL OF JOHN ALLEN MUHAMMAD

By the time of this posting, Muhammad has reached the final criterion of a Manchurian Candidate: an ultimate disposal after operation.

John Allen Williams was betrayed by U.S. Military Intelligence and transformed into an Army/CIA guinea pig and patsy involved in a classified MK ULTRA/NSC related mind control/assassination project that few if any are pursuing the truth of.

Just as in the case of James Earl Ray and Charles Manson, follow the money trail. How did a man without any visible means of support travel across the country; to the Caribbean, buy cars, guns, ammunition, computers, state of the art global positioning systems; and fully fund and support his companion Malvo in a covert cross country operation for the government to recover stolen plastic explosives without covert government funding, support, and protection.

Timothy McVeigh, the alleged Oklahoma City Bomber, may have also unknowingly been an Army/CIA guinea pig involved in a classified telemetric/mind-control project — a “Manchurian Candidate.”

McVeigh also prematurely reached the final criterion of a Manchurian Candidate: the ultimate disposal after operation in 2001. Yet, there is some deal of liberal and progressive community research in pursuit of the truth in his case , but Muhammad and Malvo have not received like critical research, examination of the facts and circumstances of the DC Sniper operation. Is it because of their race? Is it the contrived “Big Black Brute” syndrome that seems to throw liberals and progressives into a “Primal Fear” of Black males?

The legal system has betrayed Muhammad. His recently retained attorneys contend that the Virginia court system that convicted him and sentenced him to death deliberately cut short the time for filing appeals and refused to hold a single hearing after the trial. Muhammad’s trial lawyers described him as a “very bright man” to the jury, and did not place his delusional mental or military intelligence induced dissociate mental state into trial or in the public eye.

There is still NO MOTIVE for Muhammad and Malvo to travel across country assaulting and killing people at random; other than as pasties in a modern version of a SS inspired false flag domestic terrorist OPERATION NORTHWOODS!

THE MOST HIGH RULES THE KINGDOM OF MEN AND GIVES IT TO WHOM HE WILL

I bid farewell to the military intelligence contrived MORHPEUS to iincubate human forms to appear and keep our lives prisoner to a permanent state of sleep in contrived dreams controlled by an Aryan oligarchy.

In Ancient Kemet, the deities of Isis, Imhotep, Seti I, Thoth, Serapis, Ptah, and Amon-Ra all had dream temples. These temples were open to everyone, regardless of age, status, health or gender. The only requirements were the absolute faith in the deity’s influence and the ‘purity’ of the heart of the supplicant.

With the death of their MORHPEUS, “we must guard against the acquisition of unwarranted influence, whether sought or unsought, by the military-industrial complex. The potential for the disastrous rise of misplaced power exists and will persist. We must never let the weight of this combination endanger our liberties or democratic processes. We should take nothing for granted. Only an alert and knowledgeable citizenry can compel the proper meshing of the huge industrial and military machinery of defense with our peaceful methods and goals, so that security and liberty may prosper together.” Military-Industrial Complex Speech, President Dwight D. Eisenhower, 1961

Morpheus’ ship, the Nebuchadnezzar, in the Matrix movie is a reference to the Babylonian king in the Old Testament who besieged the kingdom of Judah. Daniel the prophet was taken to his court with all of the Kingdom of Judah’s intellectual elite. In the Matrix, Morpheus’ ship traveled through the network to awaken people from the “dream” of the Matrix, but there is yet another lesson closer to absolute faith and our hearts, the power among men of our Lord.

The Bible in the Book of Daniel states that the mighty Nebuchadnezzar had a dream that troubled him that no one would interpret so he called in the prophet Daniel to interpret the dream. “This is the interpretation, O king: It is a decree of the Most High, which has come upon my lord the king, 25 that you shall be driven from among men, and your dwelling shall be with the beasts of the field. You shall be made to eat grass like an ox, and you shall be wet with the dew of heaven, and seven periods of time shall pass over you, till you know that the Most High rules the kingdom of men and gives it to whom he will. 26 And as it was commanded to leave the stump of the roots of the tree, your kingdom shall be confirmed for you from the time that you know that Heaven rules. Book of Daniel, Chapter 4, verses 24-26

Hopefully the slaying of John Allen Muhammad, and the senseless slayings and grievous injuries of the October 2002 DC Sniper incidents will awaken us from our sleep in “The Matrix” contrived by the military-industrial-medical-congressional complex that is ruled over by a merciless Aryan oligarchy to make it certain upon the nations of this Earth that the Most High rules the kingdom of men and gives it to whom he will.

- 1967, le monde explose. Ce n’est pas la bombe atomique tant redoutée, ni la poudre qui parle. Si poudre il y a, elle ne s’allume pas avec une mèche, bien que le pétard ne soit pas loin. Non c’est musical, social, pacifiste. Depuis quelques mois, quelques albums voient le jour tout en proposant plus ou moins des nouveaux sons, une nouvelle vision de la musique teintée d’étrange et de concepts innovateurs. C’est ainsi que paraît l’Oreiller Surréaliste de Jefferson Airplane. Ce n’est pas leur premier album, mais le second. Certains prémices peuvent s’entendre dans la première livraison. Mais l’arrivée d’une nouvelle chanteuse, Grace Slick va bouleverser la donne. Elle va prendre une part majeure dans l’avènement du groupe, chose assez rare dans un groupe aux 4/5 masculin. 40 ans plus tard, c’est même le nom dont on se rappelle en premier. Les autres? Ah oui, il y a Paul Kantner, Marty Balin, Jack Casady, Jorma Kaukonen.
La belle Grace va charmer de sa voix des millions d’auditeurs. L’album contient un tube, “Somebody To Love” qui aidera la légende à s’installer sur son piédestal. Il restera dans les mémoires, mais pas autant que la composition de la chanteuse “White Rabbit”, allusion au lapin de Lewis Carroll dans Alice, mais surtout cachant la pilule de LSD dans les paroles pour la vigilante censure qui n’y verra que des lapins en civet. Un album intégralement beau du début à la fin, planant ou moins calme, musique compliquée ou simple, c’est à découvrir la tête posée sur son oreiller (surréaliste) en regardant passer ces drôles de voitures.

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Inca un film genial regizat de Tim Burton ce va aparea pe marile ecrane pe data de 5 martie 2010 in Romania.

Pelicula urmareste binecunoscuta poveste a lui Alice Kingsley , care urmarind Iepurele Alb cade in gaura de la radacina copacului , alunecand pe un topogan spre o alta lume. O lume unde totul este posibil si unde ce e mic e de fapt mare, un loc in care poti trai doar daca esti nebun. Nebun ca un palarier that is

Aceasta film beneficiaza de foarte multi actori geniali pe metru patrat si anume Johnny Depp ( Mad Hatter ) , Helena Bonham Carter ( The Red Queen ) , Anne Hathaway ( The White Queen ) , Stephen Fry ( The  Cheshire Cat ) , Christofer Lee ( The Jabberwock ), Michael Sheen ( The White Rabbit )  si multi multi altii.

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I’m chasing something.

And I’ve been chasing it for a long time, trying to catch it. But I still haven’t. Am I close? I do not know.

This something is my destiny, is my calling, is my place in life. I tried catching it as a Business major, and a Natural Resources major, and as a zoology major. I’ve tried it is a non-Christian, as a Protestant, and now as a Catholic. I know I am closer than I ever have been before. As I chase this white rabbit, it is leading me, in eleven short days, to a weekend at Cardinal Muench Seminary. What will I find there? Hopefully answers. Hopefully something that resembles what I have been looking for, although, seeing as how I do not actually know what it is I am trying to find, I don’t know if I will know if the weekend will resemble it.

I know what I want to find, though. I want to find that I am called to the priesthood. Why? I don’t know, but the last five months or so, since considering the possibility of becoming a priest have really changed me. I mean really changed me. I was scared at first of thought of becoming a priest, well, that part hasn’t really changed. I was nervous about the idea of changing my major once again, because what if this isn’t where I’m supposed to go? But now I feel a little more at peace. I feel as if this could bring me great joy, the joy I’ve been looking for. I feel like it could fulfill me more than any job at any zoo in any city ever could. I feel it in my bones, as if this is what my very existence is for.

Then again, maybe I’m just chasing a dream. Maybe this, this feeling, maybe its not really out there. But what if it is? My parents. They don’t want me to chase it. They want me to play it safe, to stay “grounded” in all that it means to reach the American dream. They don’t want me to see if I am called. They don’t understand that I don’t have a choice but to explore it and see. They don’t understand that the God of this universe makes each of us for a purpose, and that I must find out what my purpose is. And the only way for me to do that is to chase this white rabbit. I have to chase the rabbit, stalk it, follow it, catch it, and see if it has anything to say to me. I have to tell them this. I have to make them understand.

I have to find this rabbit no matter what the cost.

-NDB

“If I were looking for a white rabbit, I’d ask the Mad Hatter.”
-The Cheshire Cat-