DIANA: THE MYTH MADE PEOPLE’S PRINCESS (PART II)

DIANA: THE MYTH MADE PEOPLE’S PRINCESS (PART II)

Hidden well within London’s historic environs, one of Europe’s most renowned cities, unknown to most, sits the epicenter of global financial power, known as the Crown Temple; a city within a city. One wonders, amidst the daily bustle of London, how many commuters, shuffling towards the crowded subways, those caught in the tumultuous jams of honking motorcars, ever contemplate the true significance of this hallowed one square mile, garrisoned by iron gates and ivy decorated red brick stone walls.

In truth, many remain oblivious to the ancient voices still whispering mysterious secrets from ages past, stirring on the winds blown into the city from the stormy English Channel, of  history’s specters haunting hallowed streets obscured by thick cloaks of London fog. Curious, how such imposing marble and brick facades, etched with esoterically symbolic carvings, banners, and insignia’s, could escape even cursory speculation for so long.

But, the elites ruling over us, often hide their darkest secrets in plain sight, perhaps, on the one hand, to beguile, and on the other, to mock those lacking the ears to hear, and the eyes to truly see.

To truly understand the stunning revelations soon to be presented in the final installment of this series of blog posts concerning the mythical figure of Princess Diana, that angelic monarch sold to the world as the ‘people’s princess’, more historical ground work must first be laid. In order to understand the true history of Britain’s current royal family bestowed the throne, one must delve into a revealing thumbnail history of another prominent family, that of the Rothschild’s, perhaps the most influential merchant bankers in not only all of Europe, but perhaps the entire world. In the prior installment, it was established that the Rothschild’s had intermarried with the royal family Saxe-Coburg-Gotha. Now, it can be revealed that the family now inhabiting Buckingham palace are pretenders, or more accurately described as proxies. Before the beginning of the 18th century, the Rothschild’s consolidated control over the hallowed bloodlines slated to inherit the right to guard the Stone of Scone, that sacred artifact over which all British monarchs since William the Conqueror in 1066 have been anointed.

THE BATTLE OF WATERLOO

The current family inhabiting the royal throne of Britain is merely acclaimed by the BBC to be legitimate. However, it is well known, although not widely publicized, that since at least 1812, the Rothschild banking dynasty has controlled the royal bloodline of Britain, and that the family known as Saxe-Coburg-Gotha has never been legitimately crowned. In the years of 1812-1815, the Rothschild’s gained control over the royal bloodline’s by effectively bankrupting them through commodity banking bursts. This meant that the Rothschild’s effectively controlled the breeding rights over the royal bloodlines. Every monarch since this pivotal historical event, has essentially been a pretender, not a legitimate monarch, but merely a proxy, working on behalf of the Rothschild dynastic banking interests.

The years 1812-1815 represented an historic transformation in the field of global finance, when it became evident the predominance of the Rothschild’s had arrived. With the creation of wars and rumors of wars, this preeminent family had elevated economic skulduggery to the level of pure art form. To families such as the Rothschild’s, war is the engine that propels forward the issue of interest bearing bonds to both governments and monarchs alike. Perhaps, for this reason alone, the battle of Waterloo proved to be a watershed event for monopolized control over Europe’s financial future, and in many ways laid the groundwork for the establishment and eventual emergence of the European Union. Although historian’s rarely, if at all, attempt to link the two events, the war of 1812 in America, and the meeting of Napoleon’s forces with those of the British Lord Wellington at Waterloo, an historic battlefield located in what is now known as Belgium, are inextricably linked. It was no accident, the end of Napoleon’s exile happened to coincide with the attack by British forces on the newly erected American capital of Washington. This conflict signaled, with the help of Rothschild agent Alexander Hamilton, the construction of  a central banking concern in the former British colonies. Creating order out of chaos has proven to be an integral element in the formation of the Rothschild family mythology. How is it, one may inquire, the Rothschild’s were able to pull off this monumental coup?  By this time in Europe’s history the Rothschild dynasty, through the issue of heavy personal loans, had most of the aristocracy in their back pocket. In essence, by the beginning of the 19th century, most of Europe’s prominent aristocracy, including such heralded historical figures as Prince Metternich and the royal house of Hesse, if not all of the royal families of Europe, were financially indebted to Rothschild banking establishments.

Given these propitious conditions, it was a relatively simple matter for Nathan Rothschild, then the family patriarch, to pull off a ruse of monumental proportions on that hot summer day on the bloody and gun powder fogged battlefield of Waterloo. Nathan dispatched a sophisticated courier system, extending from the battlefield to the French shores just a short sailing distance from London’s stock exchange. Ahead of all other couriers bringing up to date news of the battle’s progress, Nathan’s courier arrived first, heralding news that Wellington had in fact been defeated by Napoleon’s forces. The stock exchanged panicked, thinking now that Napoleon was once more loose on the European continent to commit unabated mayhem, their financial interests were in dire peril. Thoroughly duped and dismayed, the brokers looked on with glum expressions as the bond market plummeted, at which time Nathan cleverly stepped in and bought them up at bargain prices, ensuring his family’s perpetual hegemony over the London stock market. Heinrich Heine, a well known patron of the house of Rothschild, was thereafter often quoted remarking, “money is the god of our time, and the Rothschild’s are it’s greatest profits.” In addition to industrial, mining, oil, as well as gold and silver interests, the Rothschild multi-national empire was one of the first to recognize the growing need for rail travel, not only on the European continent, but across the ocean in America. To ensure Rothschild owned rail expansion in America proceeded unmolested, Nathan, the family patriarch, would hire agents to disrupt the successful efforts of competition. Rothschild agents were routinely hired to commit mayhem and outright acts of terrorism, robbing or hijacking those trains owned and operated by Rothschild competitors, and destroying newly laid tracks with dynamite. Some of these Rothschild agents are well known to American historical mythology as Jesse James and Billy the kid, proving that in the eyes of those who write the history books, terrorists can easily be transformed into mythological heroes. Such panegyrics could only be created by those controlling the printed word, and the Rothschild dynasty observed this was a central instrument in influencing financial and political perceptions, but perhaps just as importantly, public opinion. Indeed, the Rothschild’s widespread ownership of the press, not only in Europe but in America, only gained a stronger foothold as the nineteenth century progressed, a grand influence that hasn’t been challenged to the present day. It is with this instrument, held firmly within the ownership grasp of the Rothschild dynasty, that the proletarian occupation of journalism became the grand art of professional sorcery.

As one shall observe in the next installment, this is the very same magic skillfully utilized to create out of whole cloth the mythology of the people’s princess, Diana!

STAY TUNED FOR PART III, coming very soon!

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FAKE NEWS SOLD AS THE REAL THING

FAKE NEWS SOLD AS THE REAL THING

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So you think network news is legitimate? Do you really think your favorite news anchor reports what’s really happening in the world, or are the majority of all major news stories completely contrived? And, if the majority of news stories are in fact contrived, for what ultimate purpose(s)? The question most often posed is: Why would they fake it?

The answer may shock you!

Modern news anchors and so-called journalists are not reporters, rather they are the witches, warlocks, and sorcerers of old, handmaidens to the rich and powerful. The idea of actual journalism is a crock, because if the media sorcerers are manufacturing their own content, then there is nothing to investigate, no real facts to collate and collect, other than the ones fabricated. Rather than boiling cauldrons, wielding wands or reciting ancient incantations, theirs are the tools of psychological operations, bolstered by modern digital technology, and judicious use of numerology…

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NEITHER DEATH NOR TERROR ON 911

NEITHER DEATH NOR TERROR ON 911

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Though there are those who will offer nothing in response to the following other than scornful rebuke and righteous indignation, so be it!

One would do well to remember, the wounds of verbal scorn are most temporary, while the quest for objective truth remains eternal.

It has been written that defeat or victory does not occur on battlefields, rather the determination of conflicts’ outcome is determined in the minds of the combatants, before the actual war is even planned and undertaken. And so it is with the media sorcerers, meting out perpetual psychological warfare on the masses, and they seem to prevail as the victors every time. That decisive outcome however, with the ease of access to important and vital information due to digital technology, is just now beginning to be altered. With increasing and incremental awareness concerning media sorcerers diabolical methods of operation, the pendulum of history, perhaps for…

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DIANA: THE MYTH MADE PEOPLE’S PRINCESS (Part I)

The world is never what it seems. Everything you may think is real is glimpsed through Wonderland’s looking glass. What seems straight may in fact be bent, things appearing clear, may in fact be opaque. And, so, it is with the story of one of the most enduring myths foisted upon the world’s masses, a grand and enchanting fairy tale echoing into history’s remote  posterity. Bedazzled by spangled illusion, the masses remain spectators forever amused before history’s glittering spectacles. The story of Diana, the people’s princess, is no exception, though one may balk at what may be construed as fanciful speculation. The elites ruling over the masses, utilize this sinister method of operation again and again, creating larger than life mythical figures, meticulously conducting the life and memory of actors portraying characters like Hollywood script writers plotting a movie. Nearly always, the denouement is tragic, the better to direct mass emotional energies towards politically expedient ends. The names of these tragic mythical figures litter history’s pages like sorrowful tombstones: John F. Kennedy, Martin Luther King, Abraham Lincoln, and yes, Princess Diana. Myths are the focal points created to distract the masses away from thinking too deeply about the actual nature of reality. Until, now.

THE ROTHSCHILD’S

Before one proceeds with the following theoretical premise, some historical background shall be necessary. In this first installment, one shall briefly outline the recent history of one of the world’s most influential and powerful banking dynasties, the Rothschild’s. Before the details of the myth of Princess Diana can be told, and how and why this myth was created for mass public consumption, it will be necessary to ascertain the methods of operation, the subtle nuances behind the concept of creating order out of chaos, which is what elite families like the Rothschild’s have utilized time and again in maintaining their control, over not only the common masses, but the royal houses of Britain and Europe. Those encountering the content presented previously, are perhaps familiar with my series of posts concerning the subject of the Crown Temple Bank, headquartered within the one square mile of London. Not only, does this one mile acreage represent the epicenter of global financial power, it is also an important component of the three pronged trident of the hidden system of global governance, along with the Vatican (specifically the Jesuit order), and Washington D.C… One of the most visible dynastic banking families, and major stockholders of the Crown Temple bank, the history of the Rothschild’s as a prominent merchant banking family is deeply intertwined with the history of Europe going back before the Enlightenment, and perhaps even further. For the purposes of brevity, we shall center on the Rothschild’s involvement with the royal family of Britain starting in the 19th century, and their specific entanglements with the current ruling house, the family of the reigning Queen, Saxe-Coburg-Gotha.

WAR IS PEACE

The Rothschild’s prime method of control over the masses, and their control over the governments of nations, is in fomenting war, or order out of chaos. War represents the central organizing principle of societies. However, war means one thing to elite dynastic families like the Rothschild’s-to the masses of common people, it is something else entirely. To the elites, war is a controlled demolition, mass relocation, and debt consolidation exercise, used to keep nations and governments in thrall with interest bearing loans. Ironically, it is the victor of these wars that must pay the debts of the vanquished. Has one never considered why the US seemed to never find a way to ultimately prevail in Vietnam, why a pitiful giant seemed to be so easily humbled by comparatively poorly trained and armed communist North Vietnamese forces?

Wars are planned well in advance, then managed like a chess match, with the high command of each adversary secretly well aware of what the other is planning.

The longer wars go on, the more profitable the venture becomes.

Has one never wondered what is used as collateral on these interest bearing loans issued by banking dynasties such as the Rothschild’s? The answer: the lives of the men in uniform, who are not fighting for freedom as the common man is erroneously led to believe, but are instead fighting and dying to pay off the exorbitant interest on the loans made to the nations they have taken an oath to defend. By the time of the emergence of the Federal Reserve act in America in 1913, the Rothschild’s, along with the Rockefeller’s, Vanderbilt’s and DuPont’s, had consolidated almost complete economic control over the Anglo-American empire, as well as Europe. The grand coup was signaled with the the two major global conflicts taking place in the early and mid-twentieth century, and with the tightly engineered American economic depression of the 1930’s. With the collusion of American presidents’, who represented nothing more than puppets of the bankers, the Rothschild’s managed to remove America’s gold standard, ensuring the prime currency would be the worthless paper dollars issued by the Crown Temple bank, and by proxy the Federal Reserve, of which they, and other prominent Wall Street banking families, remain major stock holders.

ROTHSCHILD’S AND THEIR AGENTS

The communist revolution in Russia and Beer Hall Putsch of Adolph Hitler and his National Socialists were funded by the Rothschild banking dynasty. Trotsky, Lenin, Stalin, and Hitler, were all Rothschild agents, trained at Britain’s Tavistock institute. These revolutions dovetailed nicely into the two major world conflagrations, with the purpose in mind of establishing the United Nations, and the state of Israel, which, like Switzerland, represents a private banking haven for the Rothschild’s and their related minions of international bankers, including BIS (Bank of international settlements), and the IMF (International monetary fund).

It has been established by previously documented research, the Rothschild’s began intermarrying with the British royal family before the reign of Victoria in the 19th century. In fact, Prince Albert was never the Queen’s consort, he was merely placed in proximity to cover for the fact that all of Victoria’s thirteen children were seeded by Rothschild surrogates. When Albert outlived his usefulness, he was deliberately murdered, bedridden with pneumonia, and locked up in a castle with the windows wide open in the middle of winter, thus hastening his demise. This deviously concocted scenario ensured that Rothschild agents would be in line to succeed to the throne of England and other European nations for generations to come. In truth, the current royal family of Britain are not Windsors, as is commonly believed, rather, they are Rothschild proxies, and by virtue of intermarriage, family relatives.

ROYAL FAMILY IS NOT BRITISH

In order to understand why Princess Diana was hoisted to her lofty and mythical position, it must be noted the current royal family is not British. In fact, their true heritage is German, and their actual family moniker is Saxe-Coburg-Gotha. Although Burke’s peerage indicates all royal families of Europe are in fact interrelated, the British media ignores this fact, even when presenting a more in depth historical expose on the current family inhabiting the royal throne. To keep this fact clandestine, British double agents, under the control of the Rothschild’s during the second world war, allowed Hitler’s forces to escape the allied insurgence at Dunkirk. Not only did this serve the purpose of prolonging the war, and maximizing profit for the Rothschild’s and their banking minions, but served another ulterior purpose. In delaying the pursuit of Hitlers retreating forces, this allowed the recovery and destruction of the royal almanac plates housed in Gotha, thus forever erasing the true origin of the house of Windsor from history and, more importantly, the Rothschild’s infiltration through intermarriage. Frustrated by the continuing delays in being able to pursue Hitlers forces, Allied commanding General Patton raised stern objections to the Allied high command. When Patton was able to discover British agents had in fact cleverly engineered the escape of Hitlers forces, he was summarily disgraced and eventually assassinated.

In the next installment of this long running series of blog posts, we shall continue to examine the exact identity of Princess Diana, and why she was placed into such a prominent position within the royal family of Britain.

STAY TUNED FOR PART II, COMING VERY SOON!

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EXCERPT FROM PROLOGUE: ESCAPE TO DEATH (AVAILABLE NOW @ Amazon in PAPERBACK/KINDLE!)

escape-to-death-11068Beltane, the witches holiday, was soon breaking, and death was the only escape from danger.

Humid Hollywood night, furious neon glow muted beneath smog’s smothering cloak. From starry panorama above, a trident spear of lightning blazed down upon boulevard’s bustling traffic. Rainbows of light flickered and steadily dimmed: was there a sinister hand somewhere turning a dial? All the way out from North Hollywood, young Clover finally emerged from the cab, Chinchilla coat draped about her swan-like neck. The isolated Canyon bungalow was perched beneath a lattice of oak branches.

A chilled wind’s bellowing voice began to warn of omens, and with deliberation, Clover approached the front door. She’d heard about ‘Sister’ Lauren Silverman, about the dark soul beneath sweet veneer. In a mere three seasons, Silverman had usurped Oprah Winfrey’s grand status as queen of daytime television. A memory flashed, and she thought of her father back in Newville. She had escaped from the small town, and out to the big city, and lived to tell about it, so far. Those who couldn’t find love from their families had to run away and somehow find it somewhere else. Only now, her love came with a steep price attached, and there were many, including ‘Sister’ Silverman, willing to pay.

“This gig should be a choice payday,” Clover considered, as she reached for the silver doorknob.

Looking back over her shoulder, she saw the cab roar back down the winding canyon road, flickering tail lights swallowed into the midnight murk. Stepping inside, Clover perused the drug fueled mayhem, half-naked human zombies stumbling and drooling, bloodshot eyes fixed into blank stares. “Good, you’re finally here,” a giddy voice lisped. Startled, Clover trained ebony eyes on the pale skinned scarecrow. “Hi, I’m Daryl,” the gregarious scarecrow lisped. “Lauren is waiting for you,” he said, casting a cocaine dusted finger towards a winding staircase. “In the room, upstairs.”

Clover swept through the gathering and wobbled up the winding stairs in her candy apple red Jimmy Choo’s. Turning right at the top of the golden banister, she saw the famous face peek out from the bedroom door. “Oh yes,” Silverman gushed, smile slithering across her tanned face. “I think you’re going to be just what I need!” Proceeding into the room, Silverman quickly locked the door, azure eyes flashing like bright neon. “You want a glass of bubbly,” Silverman graciously asked, pointing to a well-stocked bar in the corner. “I’ve got some vintage Dom Perigon.” “Whatever you say sister,” Clover seductively cooed, flashing her alabaster teeth. “Because what I’ve got is just as choice.” Silverman pulled the bottle from the ice and filled a pair of frosted flutes. Clover drew close to Silverman while she poured, seductively whispering. “I’ve got something you’ll enjoy better than the vintage champagne!” Slowly, the black Chinchilla coat fell to the plush red carpet, revealing perfect pear shaped hips and long thoroughbred legs. Silverman stood shocked silent. Skin against sultry skin, they touched, tongues furiously floating behind devouring lips. Clover felt Silverman’s hand drift, fingers exploring the moist sanctuary between her parted thighs. Silverman suddenly jerked her hand away, something wasn’t right.

“Holy shit,” Silverman gasped. “You’re a god damned tranny, Jesus,”  she bellowed, eyes scorched with rage. “Crenshaw is going to pay for this,” Silverman hissed.

CRACK!

Champagne and shattered glass rained down on Clover’s head, blood seeping from the torn skin above her dark brow.

The door burst open.

“Lauren, I heard an awful commotion?”

Silverman stood over the prostitute prone on the carpet, grasping the half-shattered bottle in her hands. Crenshaw looked down at the cell phone spilled from the prostitute’s black Gucci purse. “Whatever do we do about this,” Crenshaw said, looking uncharacteristically befuddled. Feeling fear’s sinister specter beginning to steadily creep, Crenshaw suddenly knelt, feeling for a pulse. “Lauren,” he gasped. “The poor creature’s barely bloody breathing.” “Well,” Silverman sharply replied. “Soon, she won’t be. Get all the girls together Crenshaw,” she schemed. “We’re taking her deep into the Canyon oaks. And the phone, we’ll bury it with her. We’re going to cover up the evidence, forensics, you know?”

Horror steadily rimmed Crenshaw’s widening eyes as he stood looking over the gruesome scene. “Lauren,” Crenshaw gulped. “Even though I have the fire and police chief under my thumb, what if a loved one hire’s a cagey private detective? And, at any rate, just how do you propose to completely cover up the forensics, when you did the dirty deed in the house. Someone’s bound to find something, if they’re looking.” “We’ll burn the place down, of course,” Lauren explained.

Crenshaw’s mind whirled askew. It was if she were talking about something as simple as taking out the trash.

“Steinmetz won’t miss it. He only uses it as a discreet hideaway, somewhere his wife won’t find him with his whores. The accountants will record it as a tax write-off. Now, let’s go Crenshaw,” Lauren stubbornly demanded. “Just play along, and do what I ask!”

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Kidnapped, Clover was taken far away, to some deserted canyon grotto, where swarming black robed witches tied her down with thick rope to a behemoth onyx altar. Flickering candle flames pierced midnight’s impenetrable darkness. “Let the ceremony commence,” came the commanding wail from underneath dark hooded robe. “Oh blessed Gaia,” the strained alto bellowed into the starry midnight. “We humbly present this sacrifice, that in partaking of the adrenochrome, magic elixir of eternal life, we might be accepted into holy fellowship. To be reborn from your protective womb of mother earth.”

Fevered chants grew to a bellowing apex. Grasped within white knuckled grip, a deathly sharp blade hoisted heavenward. Breathless moment, and the blade descended upon the squirming sacrifice, shimmering in shards of scattered moonlight. Clover twitched and began to somehow gain back consciousness.

“Am I in hell already,” she wondered.

Stark recognition flashed in her eyes, bloodied head throbbing while terror’s adrenaline madly raced. With great force, the blade plunged, renting naked ebony flesh, imprisoned in sheets of cold sweat. Echoes of her pained wails were swept away, carried by a chilled zephyr to a ring of tall oaks bending boughs. Blood gushed into the awaiting chalice passed from one set of hungering lips to the next. Until, finally, all were sated. Gasping last breaths, an astonished Clover suddenly hovered over the scenes mad mayhem, watching as wild torch flame engulfed the blood drenched body. Merrily, the coven danced rings around the flaming pyre.

Later, she watched as the man named Crenshaw supervised a trio of lackeys burying the charred remains in the center of a ring of tall oaks. “What do you want to do with the phone Mr. Crenshaw,” asked one of the hulking lackeys hoisting a shovel. “Bury it with the rest, under the oaks. Lauren wants it that way, something about a ley line and the blessing of bloody mother Gaia,” Crenshaw sarcastically suggested.

Clover found this fascinating, she was there with living humans, still able to observe everything. And yet, she couldn’t interact with them, as if some invisible line or barrier had been drawn. But, what was it this British guy, Crenshaw, said about a ley line? “I’ve got to find a way to break through,” she thought. Somehow, death allowed her to notice things the living could not, or seemed at least oblivious. She watched the workman hoisting shovels in to the dark loam, lowering her remains into the shallow hole. Then, one of them tossed her cell phone into the open grave before they sealed it over with some boulders collected from nearby. “I’d say it’s done, Mr. Crenshaw,” one of the workman grunted, tossing one last clump of dirt. “Very well gentlemen,” he acknowledged, sighing with relief. “Lauren shall certainly be pleased.”

“At last, the pain is over now,” Clover happily thought.

AMERICA WANTS CHANGE: HERE’S A SOLUTION!

Surely, one will find the content of this blog controversial, perhaps even offensive. No doubt, one will find the following a violation of their closely held politically correct sensibilities. One has been labeled an elitist, even a rabble rousing anarchist-one who will yell ‘fire’ in a crowded theater, if only to experience, for amusement’s sake, the ensuing mayhem.

So be it.

Suffering the slings and arrows of scorn and petty hatreds are worth surviving in order to deliver what one divines as the ultimate truth. In the end, it is far better to deliver the awful truth, than offer pretty lies disguised as sincerity. Hard as this may be to swallow, I do not seek approval in the way of personal accolades. Rather, one seeks to spread awareness, an awareness that most will find difficult to accept, and will predictably, in the end, ultimately reject out of hand, merely because the perspectives presented run counter to what they have been brainwashed into believing. The unfortunate truth, is that most are hopelessly lost in a vortex of cognitive dissonance. So much so, that when some semblance of truth is presented, no matter how well stated the case, they will abscond from it. Perhaps, they fear the integrity of well-invested illusions, their very social and psychological identities, will be so utterly shattered, they shall shun being forced to genuinely re-evaluate the world they call reality, and their very place in it.

Rather than deign to countenance objective truth, most are content in being showered with feel-good and emotionally driven platitudes. Alas, that is not the ultimate purpose of this blog, nor the purpose of the following article. Perhaps, those are the very reasons one finds this blog has so few followers. But, not all of the following shall be foul tasting medicine. If there is any sweetness to be found, it is in the solution one shall find offered herein. Suffice it to say, real political change will not come in the form of votes, or protests, or supporting yet another presidential candidate, whether Democrat, Republican, or Independent. For just one moment, all I ask, is this: dare to burst your social media bubble, take a look at the bigger picture, and with open mind and unfettered heart, genuinely consider what has been written. And then, at the end, find the time to just think about it!

YOUR VOTE DOES NOT MATTER!

With the passing of yet another American presidential election, one thought it necessary to remind that once again, the American people have been manipulated into thinking genuine political change may be on the horizon. I am sorry to report that yet again, one has been duped. If one has perused my ongoing series of short articles describing the Crown Temple bank, then one begins to realize the American history taught in schools, both public and private, is a blatant lie. This lie has been foisted upon you simply so that you will adhere to the one concept that governs this planet: Commerce!

Per the legal definitions of terms found in Black’s law dictionary, a ‘person’ is technically a unit of commerce governed by international uniform commercial code. You are a corporation. Corporations are people. That is why, corporations and politicians work hand in glove, and why it is not illegal for big corporate conglomerates to contribute large sums of money in lobbying for overt political influence. This is what is meant by the phrase one has often  heard: ‘money is free speech’.  But, since one is legally termed a ‘person’, or unit of commerce, this means one can be bought, sold, borrowed, taxed, by virtue of being made subject to contracts, liens, taxes, tariffs, as well as terms and conditions set down in legal documents going back to 1066. Before one turns away and clicks off the page, be advised there is a silver lining to be found in this cloud of gloom. Those terms and conditions can be made subject to change, one merely has to acquire knowledge as to how to negotiate.

The elite’s owning and operating the US corporation are relying on the fact that the masses will not generally understand this. They rely on the fact most believe what they have been taught in public school. They want one to think protesting in the streets, attending town hall meetings, voting for or writing to their congressperson are all methods of effecting some sort of political leverage or effectively petitioning for a redress of grievances.

But, this is not so.

These are the beliefs promulgated so that the elites of the Crown Temple bank can maintain their hegemony over the masses. It is also the elites keen understanding of human psychology, in that they understand most will act, except in rare cases-if they act at all- only out of a sense of self-interest, with the ulterior objective in mind of achieving or maintaining some sort of petty social or financial status within their community. What the elites don’t want, is for the masses to collectively realize the politicians in whom they’ve invested votes, time and emotional energy, are not representatives of the common people, but instead agents of the US corporation. Have you never wondered how it is, politicians you’ve publicly supported, can make the most heartwarming of promises, seemingly exalting the highest in human virtue, only to later blatantly ignore those promises, and become inundated by graft and corruption? The process of voting, whether for one’s local, state, or federal representatives, governor or chief executive, is merely an exercise in social pantomime, a carefully crafted stage show.

It is, in truth, an illusion, a cruel canard!

One must finally arrive at the discomforting notion, the power of true governance does not reside with an ‘elected’ president. Rather, the true architecture of governance sits with the international bankers of the Crown Temple in London, and their Board of Directors, stock holders, etc. etc.. But did we not gain independence from Great Britain you may ask? One must realize countries do not exist, there are only corporations, mergers, acquisitions and global commerce.

This is why corporations favor profits over people.

The role of one’s elected representatives is not to secure better terms and conditions for the people, but to secure and maintain a profit for the US corporation and corporate stockholders. For, this is who they truly represent.

However, there is hope.

When one finally considers the aforementioned, is it not possible to exact genuine political change in some meaningful way?

The answer is yes.

The people must first discipline themselves to a collective course of action, by boycotting the very products major Fortune 500 corporations market, distribute, and merchandise. The only manner to effect change must be to hurt the Crown Temple international banking syndicate where it will hurt them the most: by disrupting the smooth course of global commerce. Think about it, if a significant percentage of the mass population decided to boycott the products mass advertised on televisions, radios, and the internet, the bankers would then be forced to come to the bargaining table. It is then, through collective and highly organized efforts, utilizing the very legal system they own, operate and maintain against their own vested interests, that the terms and conditions of the social and economic contract can be renegotiated in the people’s favor.

Easier said than done, I hear one scoff.

Well, perhaps.

But, it is instructive to note, that such change cannot truly be effected on paper, until a change in the public mind at first takes place. Alas, the road to victory is always paved with potholes, and we must all be prepared to successfully navigate them.

WHY POP MUSIC IS AMERICA’S FAVORITE DRUG!

raging-falcon-1706247Have you never wondered why popular songs are so insatiably addictive? One is familiar with the feeling: A favorite popular song comes on the radio, and when it is over, you cannot wait to hear it again. This is akin to a habitual cigarette smoker who inordinately craves their next nicotine fix or risks feeling as if they might die without it. Although music, unlike cigarettes or street drugs, is not a commodity one physically possesses in hand, the overall impact, both psychological and physical, is equally powerful, if not exponentially more so.

THROUGH REPETITION COMES ADDICTION

Might there be some supernatural component to this habit forming potential-to what is owed one’s inability to resist a particular pop song again and again, even if it seems to possess no redeeming artistic value? Well, the short answer is no, there is nothing supernatural about this seemingly inexplicable phenomenon. But, it is scientific, based on a tried and true formula those in the music industry exploit time and again-REPETITION! Most assume a pop song receives maximum exposure because it is popular. Rather, the opposite is true-a pop song becomes popular merely because it receives maximum exposure. We live in a world of opposites and duality flipped in the mirror’s image. Television, and radio, are the tools of the media sorcerers to manipulate human perception and consciousness into whatever shape desired. Pop music is a systematic mind weapon.

Just as an aside-though this may sound dubious to some-the overall quality of today’s pop music does not measure up to that of previous decades. In fact, one could claim that the  quality of pop music heard today on America’s airwaves has deteriorated considerably-to the point of resembling nothing even remotely musical. But, the public at large may lack perspective. Music is an integral part of radio programming precisely because it stimulates advertising which in turn increases commerce-the sale of marketable commodities and material goods. The same principles used to popularize one three minute pop song in bygone era’s still apply today. And, when it comes to popular music, objective musical merit and mass popularity are mutually exclusive. The crux of the principle is this: the popularity of any pop song is predicated on how often it is played. In modern media parlance, this is called ‘rotation’. Although it isn’t readily mentioned by industry insiders, the practice of manipulating the pop charts is quite common. Record companies allot millions to get their artists prime rotation spots in all major markets, and for good reason. Prime advertising placement and maximum rotation, or lack thereof, can make or break a potential hit song. But, the artists themselves, are merely being used to sell products. Creating art for art’s sake is hardly a consideration in terms of the larger picture of global commerce.

THEODORE ADORNO-MAD SCIENTIST of POP

The man responsible for the concept of radio programming and radio programming rotation was named Theodore Adorno. Adorno was a product of the Frankfurt school of academic studies, a truly ground breaking scientist who met with some measure of notoriety early in his career experimenting with abstract music theory, studying the effects of certain musical forms on human psychological responses and brain wave activity. In essence, Adorno keenly observed the theories derived from Freud and Jung could be accurately applied to the arena of mass popular music. Through meticulous research, Adorno was able to observe the effects of music on the human subconscious and conscious mind.

GOLDEN AGE OF RADIO

Early on, the newly developed technology of radio served as a sociological and psychological experimental tool. Orson Welles infamous ‘alien invasion’ broadcast from the Mercury theater during the early stages of the American depression was a prime example of this. Elite banking families owning and operating all major media, were curious to observe what effects, whether detrimental or positive, certain types of programming had on the public mind. During the heyday of radio in the 1930’s, Adorno was commissioned by the Rockefeller banking dynasty to perform a study on the role popular broadcast music had on determining programming popularity. His findings, even today, are found to be quite extraordinary. First, Adorno found the relationship between quality of programming and public popularity were quite incidental. Instead, he found the popularity of a particular musical selection is not derived from objective judgement of overall artistic merit, bur rather from how often is is presented within the context of radio formatting and programming. Common to the most popular songs, he found, were identifiable elements as distinguished from those found to be less popular. He was able to determine that the more often a key song phrase, or ‘hook’ was repeated, accompanied by a simple and easily remembered elementary word phrase, contributed to a greater degree of popularity than those selections placing too many demands on the public ear. The simpler and more memorable, and perhaps more pleasurably primitive a piece of music, the more popular it became. Adorno also identified elements common and unique to the structure of popular song selections, in that they contained two key musical attributes. One of these Adorno termed ‘melodic shapes’; the unique way that a key phrase of music ascends and descends quickly up and down the musical scale, in essence forming a perfect ‘audio sound circle’ in the listeners mind. Another common concept Adorno identified was the consistent uniformity of chord interval or note structure, interrupted by sudden or unexpected chord changes at key points within the popular arrangement. In other words, when the repetitiveness of certain notes in the beginning verses is surprisingly broken up by a sudden and shimmering chord alteration in the chorus, or key hook, the public popularity of a song was observed to increase exponentially. In addition, Adorno found that these unique musical attributes, when utilized judiciously and to maximum effectiveness, had a profound effect on the human mind. He discovered that when these two key elements are paired within any popular musical arrangement, the pleasure centers of the brain were more likely to be stimulated, causing the listener to crave hearing the song again, over and over, regardless of objective artistic merit.

ROBERT ZOJONC

This curious transition of the human mind after repeated exposure to popular pieces of music was corroborated in the 1960’s by Robert Zojonc. Zojonc found through experimentation that the popularity of music and the frequency with which it is played are inextricably related. In other words, the more times one hears a piece of music containing the right combination of previously mentioned ingredients, the more likely the pleasure centers of the brain are positively activated. One can only imagine how this could be applied to modern advertising. As long as the public could be manipulated to make the requisite emotional investment in the musical jingle chosen to accompany the add copy, the more likely they were to buy the product being sold.  Taking it further, Zojonc found the same pleasure principles applied to other art forms; photographs, paintings, even sculpture. Zojonc also discovered that the same pleasure regions of the human brain stimulated by repeated exposure to popular music are identical to those activated by repeated drug abuse. Discomforting as these findings may be, is it any wonder bad music continues to play such a prominent role in American culture? It may also help to explain as to why Mozart, Bach and Beethoven, composers of classical antiquity, continue to languish in relative obscurity in comparison to the massive success enjoyed by acts such as Lady Gaga, Black Eyed Peas and Jay Z.

In the words of Theodore Adorno himself, art is magic delivered from the lie of being truth.

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