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When I lived in Indiana, one of the things that I did was to visit every park in the state. I went and bought a book showing all 25 state parks. Then, my wife and I went and visited every one of them. When we were finished, we then went to the local library. We looked at a large map of the county and then visited every cemetery in the county.
It was an “eye opener” and very informative.
Let’s talk about this experience
Many of the cemeteries were in isolated areas. We would get to ride on little used back roads that trundled through the rows of soybeans or corn. Then the road would dead end into a tiny space of greenery that typically consisted of some rare trees, a stream or two and some small out-buildings. The park would be lonely and often deserted.
While the grass would be tended to, it was mostly a three week to a one month mowing cycle and tended to be rather lush. There wasn’t any kind of landscaping, or care for the weeds and plants that existed besides the tombstones. The headstones themselves were often old, tilted and leaning at precarious angles.
Barrett Cemetery in Indian is typical. It is a small isolated location that often has trees growing in and around the tombstones. No one is there, and few visit it. Is is quiet and isolated and lonely.
We would walk into the park and explore the headstones. Many dated over a hundred years ago. Obviously the settlers had a hard life. People died early. Many died before they hit their mid thirties. Many families had nearby rows of tombstones with the names of children that wouldn’t live past three or four years of age. It was sad.
Sometimes we would find a family that would have maybe twelve or thirteen children’s graves. Each one would hold a child that would be from one years old to four who had died. The mother, often would not make it past forty. Can you just imagine that life? Can you imagine the life that they must had had? Every year, getting pregnant. Having a baby, and every year, or every other year, having one of your children die. It must have been horrific and really debilitating.
Obviously the hard life, the harsh weather, the Indians and the illnesses took a toll. To survive they needed something. They needed God and spiritual guidance. I just cannot see how they would be able to keep on living without it.
The Tombstones
While many of the tombstones were simple (weather worn) sandstone affair, there might be one or two large edifices. Sometimes these would be out of stone, but often they would be cast out of zinc and looked to be in good condition. The zinc would be aged to a dark dull grey. These monuments looked good. They really did, with fine and crisp lines and decent appearance.
The stones, on the other hand, were worn pretty severely. Often you couldn’t make out the words on the stones. Sometimes you couldn’t even make out the shape of the stones themselves.
Those headstones made out of cast concrete tended to be in pretty good shape. They aged, but it was just dirty old concrete. Sometimes green moss would form on the folds in the cast headstone. However, aside from that, they looked pretty good.
It is very common to find headstones that look like trees. These do not typically seem to be carved out of stone. Instead, they appear to be cast out of concrete. It is a mystery to me as to what the limbs signified. This picture is typical and shows some moss and stains on the tombstone.
One of the common theme was large stone tombstones that resembled trees, with many limbs cut off. It is an interesting curiosity. One that I have yet to understand. I guess that for a time, it must have been a kind of fad. They date mostly to 1880s to 1920s, and are pretty unique.
"The elaborately carved limestone markers were popular in the late 1800s through the 1920s, when they fell out of favor due to their expense, and contain symbols that speak volumes if you know what they're saying."
Clasped hands, if the sleeves are masculine and feminine, denote marriage, for example. Ferns are a symbol of frankness or humility; ivy can symbolize fidelity; and wheat represents the divine harvest.
Many of the symbols have dual religious and secular meanings, but in both cases they eternally memorialize the deceased's ideals and philosophies..."
-Tree shaped tombstones let the dead speak
I always found this an interesting consideration to ponder. I would go up to these tombstones and see different aspects of each one. One would just be a simple stump, like a tree that was wholly cut down. While others would represent a tree standing, but with broken limbs, sawed off limbs, and limbs mangled and distorted. The meaning of this was always a mystery to me.
"...many variations: the vertical stump, the double vertical stump, the horizontal stump, the ledger tree stump, the tree-stump bench, the tree-stump chair, the tree-stump cross, the simple tree-stump base. They could be decorated with birds, books, firearms, flowers, plants, anchors, or animals, along with the signs of fraternal orders, from unions to the Elks to the Freemasons.'
-Susanne Ridlen, in her 1999 book Tree-Stump Tombstones.
Meshingomesia. A Miami Indian cemetery in Grant Country Indiana. It is quite typical for the cemeteries in Indiana. It is isolated, quiet and lonely.
We would look at the names on the stones, the one’s that we could read, that is. We would walk around the stones, and explore the nearby wooded area. As many of the few trees in North and Central Indiana were found only at the cemeteries. The rest of the land was wholly devoted to flat fields to grow crops.
Sometimes the cemeteries are completely overgrown. Here, huge trees would grow out of the remaining tombstones, and unless you looked and searched for the site, you would never be able to find it.
Sadly, a number of the cemeteries were converted to trash dumps by inconsiderate neighbors. The trees in the areas of the cemeteries that have become overgrown, became disused. Often, the groundskeeper would only mow or care for the “front” or visible portion of the cemetery and the rest would be permitted to lapse and revert to nature. Others, often uncaring, would dump trash there. Things such as old refrigerators, 1960’s era baby strollers and old interior doors with the round brass or stone knobs would be found piled in heaps at the one end of the cemetery.
Curiosities
When a person would die and be buried, often the relatives would plant a tree, or a shrub near the grave. The thing is that these shrubs would be permitted to grow. What is often considered a small shrub, after a hundred years, becomes a worthwhile tree. These trees are magnificent and something that you will not see in or around any suburb because the tree takes far too long to mature. Heck, it’s worth while just to go out and check out these magnificent tree-shrubs alone.
Another thing that is curious is the presence of ancient and aged plastic flowers. Sure they might have looked nice in 1970 when they were first placed on the grave, however time and decades have changed them into something else entirely different. Now they look like faded dirty plastic trash. Things that should have been discard along with smiling clown paintings, and vacuum tube AM band radios.
Where Built
Sometimes the cemeteries were built around an Indian mound. These mounds were part of the previous inhabitants of the area; “The Mound Builders”. We would climb up on the mounds and survey the surrounding flatness. These mounds were huge and often had very steep sides. Most were excavated in the past, and often European settlers were buried inside the mound with tilted tombstones remaining on the sides like broken teeth.
Ball Hill cemetery located in Indiana. Sometimes the cemeteries were located on a hill. Indian is mostly flat, except in the southern section. Thus hills were a rare occurrence. The places were quiet and peaceful.
The Mysterious Blank Cemeteries
Many of these cemeteries were well mowed, perhaps once or twice a week. Aside from the groundskeepers, no one ever apparently visited these parks. Many did not seem to have any headstones.
It wasn’t that the headstones were set flat to the earth. No. The headstones were missing all together completely. What was supposed to be a cemetery listed int he country map in the library seemed to be just a simple lawn of grass located in the middle of ample farmland.
They ended up looking like a flat space of a lawn at the edge of the rows of corn. Sometimes with a old fence around it. However, there were no headstones at all. This was a mystery, that is, until we went to the edge of the cemetery lot.
O’Neall cemetery in Indiana. Where are all the headstones? Why such great and wide lawns? If you go to the edge of the cemetery, near the tree line you will find a ditch. Look in the ditch. All the tombstones are there.
There, we would find many of the headstones randomly tossed into a ditch nearby. Apparently, over the years, the groundskeepers just pulled the headstones out to make it easier to mow the lawns. If a tree fell down, they would just remove the tree. It was too inconvenient to mow around it. They did not care.
They did not care.
No one checked on their work. So they would cut down the trees. They would remove the bushes, and then toss the headstones into a ditch or gully at the edge of the cemetery. No one noticed. No one cared. All that mattered is that the lowly paid groundskeeper had an easy job keeping the grass cut.
Which was, typically a young couple. Either doing so as a favor for the church, or being paid to do so by either a church or the country. Rarely would we ever see an “expert” groundskeeper maintaining these cemeteries. Oh, they do exist. Especially in the larger city cemeteries. I know, my uncle was one. However, in the smaller, rural cemeteries it was another story entirely. It was almost as if taking care of the cemeteries were an afterthought.
Bethel cemetery. Located in Richland Township in Steuben county Indiana. It is typical with trees on one end of the cemetery, but a total absence of trees near the tombstones so that the groundskeeper could mow the ground easily and simply.
There was no need for trees, bushes, shrubs or flowering plants. Any trees or plants grew in the ditches at the edge of the field, or alongside difficult to mow areas in the cemetery plots.
A Little History
Around a hundred and fifty years ago, people would go to the cemeteries to have “outings” and picnics. As such, they were maintained with visitors in mind. People would go to the local cemetery, layout a blanket, and eat cold cuts and maybe a pie and enjoy the day.
Massachusetts and the rest of New England lead the nation in this pastime.
In fact, I do urge the reader to go to their local libraries and look this long forgotten pastime up. I myself did not know about it until I visited the Milford, MA library and looked into the local cemeteries there.
Anyways, Indiana was founded by hardworking Germanic people, who rather frowned on leisure, and it is no wonder that the secondary use of cemeteries in Indiana was ignored and forgotten. The people had a hard, tough life to live. They needed to focus. Over the years, their children became very pragmatic and concentrated on the things that mattered, and care for cemeteries and parks just simply became an afterthought.
Which, in my mind, is a real shame.
Ah. Indiana, what is going on with youse guys?
We are transient. Our physical existence is short lived. Make the most of it. Be the best that you can be. Enjoy life, and the people who surround you. For one day, they too will be gone.
About this picture. It’s a cemetery in Milford Massachusetts. It is a beautiful cemetery, and right next to the Wendy’s restaurant there.
Father Patrick Cuddihy came to Milford, MA in 1857 to head the St. Mary of the Assumption church. He directed the construction of a traditional Irish round tower to be built on church property in 1895. Now, these towers had been built in Ireland to help monks escape Vikings and other invaders. They were, for a time very popular and extremely useful. When the village or town was attacked, they would run to the tower and hide inside. They were accessed by ladders that were pulled up to prevent penetration by others.
Since then, the tower has become a landmark, and people come to the cemetery to chill out, rest during lunch and picnic there. The cemetery is well maintained, with enormous, big and beautiful trees. It has wonderful Massachusetts stones, and perfect areas of greenery.
While people drive their cars out to the cemetery for lunch today, it was once far more common a thing for people to participate in.
During the 19th century, and especially around the turn of the century, snacking in cemeteries happened all over the United States. It wasn’t just apple-munching either. It was something else entirely. People would bring blankets and quilts to sit upon. they would carry baskets with cooked pies, baked chicken and sides of coleslaw. They would bring bottles of beer.
They would hang out. Listen to the birds. Play catch with a baseball, or maybe try to fly a kite. It was a place where you could go that was within nature and safe.
Since many municipalities lacked proper recreational areas, many people had full-blown picnics in their local cemeteries. The tombstone-laden fields were the closest things, then, to modern-day public parks. Instead of picnic tables, the families and couples would lay out a blanket on the grass beside a tombstone and enjoy a peaceful outing under the shady trees.
One of the reasons why eating in cemeteries become a “fad,” was that epidemics were raging across the country. The reader must understand that diseases such as Yellow fever and cholera flourished. Often, children passed away before turning 10. Women died during childbirth. Death was a constant visitor for many families, and in cemeteries, people could “talk” and break bread with family and friends, both living and (figuratively) the deceased.
People used to go to cemeteries to have quiet and peaceful outings together. They would have picnics on blankets and enjoy each others company. The cemeteries were well maintained, shady, with nice lawns of grass, fragrant flowers and nice pathways.
Conclusions
Cemeteries can teach us a lot about human nature and society. All we need to do is listen.
In the past, prior to investment in state parks and recreational facilities, cemeteries were used as local places to rest and relax. People enjoyed going out and relaxing in the shade of trees, enjoying the breeze and listening to the birds. Their homes, prior to air conditioning, were hot affairs, and people would hang out on the large porches and rest on “gliders” that would sway under the eves.
Many smaller cemeteries are treated as afterthoughts. They are maintained cheaply and are viewed as a necessary labor that needs to be maintained, rather than an important part of society and culture.
Take Aways
Exploring your county can be achieved by visiting all the cemeteries in it.
To see where they are, go to the local library and look at the map there. It will list all of the cemeteries in your county.
A map of your county will list all the cemeteries in it. The most comprehensive maps are found in the libraries in the county. Here, the cemeteries are highlighted in red. Map is a map of a random county.
For us to appreciate where we are heading in the future, we need to have an appreciation of our past. A cemetery is a first step in this adventure.
Cemeteries are not scary fear-filled places, but a soft place of rest and contentment.
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I have broken apart some other posts. They can best be classified about ones actions as they contribute to happiness and life. They are a little different, in subtle ways.
Stories that Inspired Me
Here are reprints in full text of stories that inspired me, but that are nearly impossible to find in China. I place them here as sort of a personal library that I can use for inspiration. The reader is welcome to come and enjoy a read or two as well.
Originally titled “The Frightening Possibility of a Global Genetically-Tailored Caste System”.
In today’s polarized American society, it is very easy to get lost and forget who we are. In today’s mass media it is easy to forget our role and our life when we are confronted with people with one million followers on twitter, and who have Facebook pages with thousands of followers. It is very difficult to judge ourselves when the mainstream media, the television, the Hollywood movies, and even our educational system tries to define who we are. I know this.
This is my push back.
This is my push back on the onslaught of nonsense that floods our airwaves, and seeps through the cracks of our being. This is my push back on who I am personally, and who many Americans are. This is my push back on what a man is. This is my push back as to what defines us. It is not what some rich oligarch thinks we are. We are something else entirely.
For the last sixty years, the American media, and their owners have created narratives that served to box us into divisive subcultures. They have tried to split us apart, tear us up, and force us to live in fear. This is not going to happen. Not on my watch.
Because you are a hero, even if you do not realize it yet.
Introduction
Growing up, I was fed a steady diet of adventure magazines and pulp stories that described how heroes behave and what they encounter. Yes, I knew that they were stories, but deep down inside I did believe that I too would someday experience the same kind of highs and lows that my heroes endured.
Well that was true.
However, little did I know that the highs and lows occurred on American soil, and the monsters that I fought were nebulous, invisible and powerful. Far more powerful than I was ever aware possible. I was tasked to fight the worst kind of monster; the invisible kind.
Heroes are often surrounded by pretty girls. You know, when I grew up, my idea of what a hero was came from magazines and television. I came to believe that narrative. You know, be strong and courageous. Protect the weak, and keep on going on, even when the odds are against you. You must be a man and protect the weak and strive to be the best man that you can possibly be.
With this in mind, let’s take a look at what my expectations were. I, as part of a different generation than many of my readers had different views about life, and roles. These different views were generational, and were formed in my youth.
My reality then, was quite different from the reality we experience today.
What I expected
When I was young, I was sheltered from the realities of today’s world. Bad guys wore masks to keep their identities hidden. Good guys wore white, and helped children, old ladies, puppies and kittens.
Bad guys dressed in black. They wore masks to hide their identities. They were militant. The moved in groups, or mobs.
Good guys showed their faces. They wore white or nice hats. They never said anything bad about another person. They helped others. They protected others. They only fought when absolutely necessary.
At that time, I didn’t know what a gay person was, let alone a trans-gender person. I hadn’t a clue as to why the sadistic communist monster Che Guevara had such a large following. While Charles Manson was busy murdering people in California, and college campuses were protesting the Vietnam war, I was busy studying to go to college, and working part time to afford it.
When I wasn’t working or studying, I was reading. Perhaps my number one past-time was science fiction and men’s adventure stories. Of which, I can now clearly point out, shaped my personality and my character.
Men's adventure is a genre of magazine that was published in the United States from the 1940s until the early 1970s. Catering to a male audience, these magazines featured pin-up girls and lurid tales of adventure that typically featured wartime feats of daring, exotic travel or conflict with wild animals.
Though that window of the world, I learned about the importance of being a man, and how it benefited society. However, being a man (a “real” man) was not without it’s danger and perils. For the men that I studied were the men of the pulp magazines common at that time.
Men, all men, but especially the GREAT men, needed to have a purpose and a code of behavior.
Heroes needed to be well armed. The world was a dark and scary place. Often challenges would beset you and confront you. You needed to be ready for them. A man must keep calm and keep his wits about him. When the situation becomes dangerous he must be able to suppress his terror and face his fears. He must confront the dangers that he encounters.
There used to be magazines, scores of them, that described a “man’s” idea of adventure. These were stories that described a person, just like you and me, fighting against evil doers, powerful and nefarious men, and nature’s power.
Indeed, even facing off against a pack of ferocious rabid otters… yikes!
These stories would write about the thrill of battle with an unnaturally bellicose lobster. Indeed, now that would be troublesome. You do know that they do resent being eaten. Or, consider the trials of being “shot down” and floating in a life-raft under a hot relentless sun. Meanwhile hungry sharks circled your life-raft as the air slowly seeped out.
These stories might be about great prison escapes, or carefully planned, but poorly executed, night time raids against monocle wearing uniformed Nazi “super race” black clad storm trooper warriors…
These were “men’s stories” that held common themes designed for men, and their interests. They would satiate the dreams and desires of men who would need to “escape” from their mundane realities.
In the hidden depths of our imaginations, we could dream about rescuing somebody, say a beautiful woman in a low-cut dress who’s being attacked by a big-tusked boar. Or, working with exotic Oriental women with long fingernails, and deep mesmerizing eyes, while conspiring to blow up a concentration camp. Or, maybe being whisked away by a stunning French red-head and hidden inside her boudoir, while the Gestapo trundles through the wreckage downstairs.
Ah, these are things that really appealed to me. To be a hero. To rescue others who were unable (or unwilling) to fight for their life…
Adventure magazines
These were the magazines that described people like me, on adventures, to achieve their dreams. And, you know, by reading these stories, I too felt that I was destined to participate in similar adventures. Oh, I had no doubt that I might NOT end up fighting a crocodile with a knife bare-handed, though I did consider the perils of quick-sand a distinct possibility…
Adventure pulps filled just one niche in a rich print world. This world, a man’s world, celebrated soldiering & seduction, as well as courage & cleavage. It did so in many formats for many different sorts of readers.
The adventure pulps — Man’s Adventure, Men Today, Men in Conflict, Rugged Men, Man’s True Action, Real Adventure, Man’s Conquest, Man’s Epic, New Man, Man’s Life, Man’s Best, and maybe another 125 titles like these — addressed themselves to a certain kind of readership that seems to have become as extinct as the magazines. That niche is now empty and forgotten. Terribly, and horribly forgotten.
Yeah. It's forgotten. Except for a few collectors, it's as if the magazines and their readers never existed. Unlike numerous other pulp genres, many of which are still celebrated nostalgically and even anthologized for new readers, the adventure pulps, their stories, and their art have disappeared.
They are today as culturally invisible as the sobbing women's fiction periodicals of the 19th century. The only way you can find these magazines is in the moldy stacks of old, disused bookstores located in off-the-main-road small towns. And then, under piles of other books and magazines usually lining the bottom of forgotten cardboard boxes.
To many the one single aspect of these once-common magazines that modern critics (non-readers all) are likely to recall is their penchant for transforming war and political conflict into a “cheap sadism”. Yes, there are those who feel this way. They look at the covers and proclaim in their most vociferous SJW voice how sadistic it all is.
Well… maybe, to a point.
Many of their covers, year after year, were devoted to grinning Nazis, bespectacled Japanese officers, and cold North Koreans torturing, whipping, and dismembering chesty and chained American nurses. It’s sadism the fat obese woman SWJ’s proclaim.
But, come on now, it wasn’t only about war. What about the articles devoted to vicious attack trout?
A man needs to be prepared and ready to defend himself. Who knows what lurks in the muddy river waters once you break out of prison. Maybe trained attack trout. You certainly need to be careful.
These magazines were special and they helped shaped who I am today. (Though, I am sure some social justice warrior might have a major fainting spell over that acknowledgement.) Anything that kept Nazi cruelty current, such as the arrest and trial of Adolf Eichmann, was a boon to these magazines.
There we would hear stories of Schmeisser machine guns, Lugar pistols, and swastika emblazoned red armbands. We would be reminded of the acres of barb-wired fences and watchtowers with huge search lights that scanned the foggy darkness. We would be exposed to the horrible tortures and abuses of the innocent behind those walls, where only fierce German Shepard’s prowled.
Once in a while they’d borrow an image from the news, such as cigar-wielding Cuban Communists, and apply it to the genre. They’d stamp it in place in the stories like a jack-booted thug smashing and trampling on broken glass in the mud. Mostly, though, it was 20 years of the same theme repeated over and over.
The theme was usually pain; pain is where the pincers of angry lobsters meet the hot, flesh-searing ends of a burning communist cigars.
Pain. Where the red-hot pliers sitting in the hot ember coals meet the soft and subtle young flesh of the terrified Army nurse.
Pain. Where the tangled sinews of sweaty muscled young warriors tear into bloody tatters as they pass through glass-edged barbwire boundaries. Even the adventures in these “adventure” pulps are really about suffering. The villains never stand for ideas; they’re means of inflicting hurt.
For a break from all the fighting and pain, there were advertisements. Indeed, who can forget the advertisements for pills purported to stop bed wetting, acne cures, glasses that hypnotize women, scrotal hernia trusses, and mounted girls’ head trophies at only $2.98. There were advertisements on how to be a “He Man”, and a coupon on taking a test to determine whether or not you can draw.
These were the magazines that my generation read.
Other Magazines and Other Places
Sure there were those who would plunk down a buck and a quarter for a magazine on deer hunting (the local barbershop was filled with these magazines), or “Sports Illustrated” (I think it is still being published, no?), or maybe “Home Handyman”, “Mechanics Illustrated”, or a J.C.Whitney catalog chock full of car parts for us to customize our GTO, or Camaro.
Barber shops were great, and still are.
We would go sit in the chairs and let the old barber (typically a white haired old gent) give us a hair cut while we sat down, smoked a cigarette (or chewed a wad of skoal chewing tobacco) and discussed the last Friday night football (or basketball game). It was our little break from work, studies, or hassles with our wives or girlfriends.
It was a place for men. It was our place of refuge.
Men and Women
For the record, men are not women. Women are not men. Either you have an “X” chromosome or you have a “Y” chromosome. There aren’t any shades of grey in this matter. It’s not a social, political or intellectual issue. It is a genetic issue.
No matter how much you might want to believe otherwise, or how much the attractive television celebratory repeats the illusion. (let’s not get caught up in this side issue. If you are disturbed by my opinions, you can leave or read why I feel that way.) Follow these links if you are confused at why I have opinions on this matter…
Guys are not women. Males are boys first, then they “grow up” and become men. We have a generally well understood list of behaviors, and needs, though many progressives and women would like to dispute that. Turning us into “perfect” men for them… I man on the outside but with a woman’s mind and heart.
Shameful!
Well, life is not like that fantasy, and I grew up normally like the rest of the men of my generation. We aspired to be men, and we all expected to become the head of a household with a wife and a family of children to support. That was our destiny and our future. In the meantime, and “along the way”, we could live our dreams as chance and providence permitted.
Whether that meant that we would drag race cars, go out hunting on the weekends, sail boats in the harbors, go out drinking with “the boys”, or just work and tinker on that “old clunker” in the garage, we aspired for a life that most men of my generation longed for. We looked forward to becoming men. We looked forward to fulfilling that role in society.
Expectations of a Man
For me, I too expected to someday raise a family, but not until after I completed my education, and obtained meaningful employment. This, for me included my post-college education, my role in the United State’s Navy, and my purpose in life.
I was fully and wholly devoted to that goal. I had opportunities for girlfriends leading to pregnancy and marriage when I was in High School. I didn’t take them. I was not ready to get married. I was not ready for the kinds of things that my friends were. I had to put everything off.
In those days, if you got a girl pregnant, you married her. That was the way it was done. Abortions on demand was not publicly disclosed. A pregnancy of a girlfriend was a future-limiting event. That would have been a termination of my dream. I would be stuck working in the steel mills or back to the coal mines.
I could not afford that.
I had a dream. I knew what I wanted to become. However, I was hampered where I lived. The opportunities around me were limiting. I had to control my behaviors and focus on my goals. While I could have fun with the rest of my classmates, I had to be very careful to avoid entanglements that would lock me out of my dream. I had to be careful.
So I hung back. I put off all the fun and sexual escapades that my friends were engaged in. Oh sure, I drank and partied like the rest of my generation. But, I was very guarded about my dreams. I was single-mindedly focused on my dreams and goals.
In fact, in looking back, I really turned down some pretty amazing opportunities when I was younger. Today, I slap my forehead and yell “What the fuck was I thinking?”. You know, really, I could have bought condoms. (Though in those days they weren’t displayed in the open. You needed to ask the girl at the register for them. Living in a small town, might be a little problematic. It just goes to show you that I truly missed some worth while adventures in my youth.)
Anyways…
I guess, compared to many of my classmates, I “took the long way home”.
(A famous, in the United States, song “Take the long way home”, by the group “Supertramp”. Bing search in China as of 2017 could not find the reference. Sigh.) It's a new reality.
Heroes might need to battle animals big. Yes, a man must be ready to fight in the rivers, the lakes and in the oceans. Who knows what will attack your feet, or jump at you from the trees above. You must always keep on your toes and be ready. Having a nice revolver is also handy don’t you know.
Ah. I suppose it all sounds so silly to the “modern and urban” youth of today (in the Post-Obama reality.).
For today, we have new role models like Justin Berber, and transgender sports figures. Oh there are others, like octo-mom, and Hillary Clinton, why even I hear she is working on yet another book…
Yeah. You just go about acting rude and like a thug. Pay a bunch of people to follow you and praise you, and BOOM! You are the hottest thing to the father-less youth of today.
Significance and Importance
It wasn’t always that way.
Importance was never measured by popularity. It was measured by deeds and achievements. The idea that you need to be famous and popular to be a success is a recent development. It is a social narrative contrived by powerful people to manipulate huge groups of people.
As a young man, I did not desire fame or popularity. I wanted to accomplish significant deeds. I wanted to better the world. i wanted to help others and make the world a better place to live in. Even if all I did was make my immediate town a little cleaner.
I read about adventure. I read about heroes, and I wanted to be one. Even if it meant pulling myself out of quicksand by using a hanging vine. I wanted to be one, even if it meant that I might be in a fiery plane crash, and have to paddle up-river through dangerous piranha filled swamp. I wanted to be one, even if it meant that I would have to tunnel under barbed wire in the pouring rain to get there.
I wanted to be one.
Oh, you can sure bet that I liked the idea of being surrounded by scantily clad beautiful women. Especially hot busty vixens sporting a Tommy-gun, and wearing a pith helmet. Ah, you can certainly picture the image; brown booted leggy chick wearing khaki riding britches, and poplin blouse with an open collar (displaying some nice cleavage) and rolled up sleeves. She’s tough, and beautiful, and knows it. Yeah.
However, at that time, in my youth I did not fully appreciate the beauty of the female form to the same degree that I do today. My point of view about the world, women, war, conflict and nature were all very simplistic and rather “black and white”. Think Raquel Welch and Shirley Eaton.
Yet, the stories that I read fueled my interest in faraway places, and in doing great deeds for just purposes. Which, was key; the achievement of great deeds. Men should accomplish GREAT DEEDS. That’s what they are for.
Actually, men who perform great deeds is considered very “hot” by the majority of “real” women that we men encounter in daily life.
I read Doc Savage books relentlessly. The stories influenced me as I was growing up. The life and the ideals that the “Doc” strived for were those that I too adopted. The “Doc” was one of my boyhood heroes. I actually believed that I could be like him some day. I guess that it sounds so odd and strange today. However, that is what I believed in and how I felt.
Whether it was Doc Savage and his small band of above-average achievers, or a science fiction hero on a task of adventure and discovery, my vision of what a man should be was set in a fictional reality. I placed high standards, and even higher expectations on how my life would play out.
I really did.
In My Case…
Knowing the little that I knew, and understanding the limitations that were placed on me by where I lived (Coal and steel country in Western Pennsylvania.) I had very few options and fewer opportunities. My father tried to enlist some distant second or third cousins and great cousins to “knock down some doors” for me. I had one who was an Air Force General, but he didn’t give my dad the light of day. I wrote to all my Senators and Congressmen, and took all the tests to join the Air Force Academy.
That actually did work. One thing though. I tied for first place with another classmate. Only one of us could get selected. It wasn’t me. It was my (now new friend) Brian.
I was crushed, but not defeated. I knew that heroes always had setbacks. They had to persevere and come up with alternative plans to achieve their dreams and their goals. So, I redoubled my efforts. I switched to plan “B”.
You must never give up. You will encounter set backs. You will meet troubles and trials. Life in rarely a smooth straight line from point “A” to point “B”. You have to be flexible, and while the world turns about and changes, you need to adapt to it. Do not give up. Keep your focus.
I figured, and expected that by the study of Aerospace Engineering would open up doors for me. I figured that if I coupled it with studies in Mechanical Engineering with an emphasis on the thermodynamics of rocket engines would make me unique. I figured that these studies would “open up” doors (for me) in things related to space travel (and in my mind, adventure). Well, they did, didn’t they?
Yes they did.
I obtained a Naval Aviator role. Not an easy thing to come by.
EA-6B Intruder. The United States Navy has some very impressive flying machines. I was accepted and in training to fly these beasts. Nothing was going to take that from me.
With this career path, and with these experience, I was comfortably on my way to adventure. I was on the way to performing great deeds. I figured that I would make a significant mark on my life and the lives of others. I was on the way, and nothing was going to stop me. Nothing.
That is until one day, the Base Commander wanted to talk to me.
The End Goal Line Changed
So I entered MAJestic. So I had some experiences and some things about me were changed. I exited the United States Navy. I left the exciting world of Naval Aviation for a new reality; one where I would be an “average Joe” while part of MAJestic.
What a disappointment!
So, instead of being a Top Gun Naval Aviator, I instead joined a W(U)-SAP carve-out under the MAJestic umbrella. My role was to be average and typical. I was to become the “average Joe” and live life just like every other man.
I was to be average, and if I over-performed, my reality would be reset so that I was typical. If I under performed, my life would be reset so that I would be typical. I was to experience typical life in the 1980’s through the 2000 so that “others” could observe and adjust the reality accordingly.
It was nothing heroic. It was a role of constantly having Lucy steal the football away. It was a world were you were forever running on the the treadmill of life. No matter what opportunities would be presented to me, I would forevermore be denied them as I would no longer become typical. The movie “Office Space” became my perpetual reality.
In a society that values fame and popularity, those of us who perform great deeds are ridiculed. We are minimized. We are forgotten, and tossed aside. Like many homeless vets, and unemployed scientists, it seems that only the very wealthy, and politically connected are successful and rewarded.
The rest of us, no matter what we do, are treated as unimportant.
The Clinton’s ran the largest and most comprehensive criminal enterprise in the history of the world. When discovered, nothing was done as anyone who oppose them are killed. They own the media, and most fact-checking organizations. They have their tendrils in everything from universities to all levels of government. They are unstoppable. As such they are brazen in their criminality.
I faced the harsh slap of reality, as all men do.
I expected that being a Naval Aviator, flying the top most advanced aircraft available under the most dangerous conditions possible would give me the kinds of experiences that I would need to actually participate in the adventures that I read about.
I was doing everything that I could think of to get where my dreams lay. I was not a “wanna-be” dreamer, but I was a doer. I spent the money, did the work, worked the study, and pushed and pushed in every way that I knew how, to meet and achieve my dreams.
I was a man.
As are YOU the person who is reading this.
Ah, you also have to watch out for dangers small. Who knows when you will be over whelmed by a hoard of rabid lizards just wanting to chew on your thumb. yikes!
In my mind, the path to be an astronaut hero was very straightforward.
Study hard, and battle to be the top in your class. Apply to one of the government military academies or organizations, and learn to fly. Then, be the best pilot ever, and apply to fly in one of the new (or secretive… I had assumed) space organizations. In so doing, I would excel, find a place and a role in life, and would be rewarded for all my years of hard work and study.
When I was offered the role in MAJestic, it was (I believed) one of these most important steps that I had believed, read, and dreamed about.
I was there. I accepted the role. I was altered and entered and performed my tasks.
Ugh. But what I saw on television, what I saw out of Hollywood, and what I read about was not reality. It was a fiction. It did not exist. It was a narrative that I bought, lock stock and barrel. The truth and the reality was something all together different.
At that time, we were all rather simplistic. We were idealistic, and we actually believed the news. We believed that those we elected would represent us. We believed that our taxes would go towards fixing the roads, and that only the lowest of the low would dare accept a “handout” from the government in terms of welfare…
Boy oh boy, has times changed.
Hopes and Dreams
Today, well the reader knows what the world is today. I ask the reader this; what are your hopes and dreams? Have you ever wished (in your deepest dreams) to be like one of your movie heroes, or sports heroes?
What are your hidden desires? You cannot tell me that you do not have them. Are you so “politically correct” that you are afraid to admit your dreams and desires because someone might be offended? We all have dreams, for they are the inspiration that helps us to set and achieve our goals.
For me, I wanted to fly.
I wanted to strap myself to one of those huge monster of tubes, mechanical contrivances, and pure liquid ZOOM! And, just like that, go forth and explore the heavens. That is what I wanted, and that is what I expected after getting my university degrees, and being accepted into a very rare and coveted “pilot slot” in the United States Navy.
I wanted adventure. I wanted to be the man who did great deeds.
Heroes can get hurt. In fact, a real man and a real hero can get hurt and feel tremendous pain. It is the nature of being a man, and of course, being a hero.
Well, that’s all well and good, but how exactly does that have anything to do with being a hero? (For that is what all the Men’s Literature was all about…being a hero.)
The answer is simple. It doesn’t.
It was, rather, what I thought a hero was. A hero, in my mind, was someone who took chances and risks to make the world a better place. He did it for others.
It’s true. Others do agree with me about this point. People who become heroes tend to be concerned with the well-being of others. They do so, and most importantly do so, at a risk or ignorance of the dangers to themselves.
According to researchers, empathy and compassion for others are key variables that contribute to heroic behavior.
People who rush in to help others in the face of danger and adversity do so because they genuinely care about the safety and well-being of other people. A 2009 study found that people who have heroic tendencies also have a much higher degree of empathy.
People who engage in acts of heroism feel concern and care for the people around them and they are able to feel what those in need of help are feeling.
Obviously "service for self" sentience's can never become heroes.
So what? What does it matter?
It’s all about perceptions. When you are raised in a way that places emphasis on being a man, and doing great deeds, it becomes something that is expected of you. We, not just myself but everyone who was part of MAJestic, took our role seriously. No we did not end up fighting savages with bones in their noses, or being chased by rabid tusked elephants charging through the jungles, but we did have our little adventures.
It’s just that our adventures weren’t something that we expected.
There just wasn’t a set “bad guy”, or “evil empire” to fight. There just wasn’t any kind of uniforms that we could identify, or specific weapons that we could use to battle them. There wasn’t any goals or plans or targets for us to track our progress with.
We were in a compartmentalized secret program. For us, we were only told the bare minimum of what we needed to know so that we could accomplish our mission parameters, and those whom we would work with were treated the same as we were. We never knew the full extent of anything, and those whom “supervised” our program knew very little about what we did, and how we did it. They too, only knew the bare minimum of information so that they themselves could accomplish their own tasks.
How can I say this? Is is almost like our bodies were given to others to use for their purposes. They controlled the realities that we experienced. They defined them, and watched our reactions to them. They learned while we experienced. It was almost as bad as this…
Scene from a 1950’s era science fiction / horror movie. The person has no control of their reality once they enter the program. Others, with a vested interest, observe the reactions of the person and adjust the stimuli appropriately. That was pretty much my role. An extreme example, but a fairly accurate one.
It was as if we were just small fleas on the back of a rampaging elephant, located on a boat floating down stream through rapids, heading straight toward a huge waterfall. We only knew what we needed to know and no more. Otherwise, I dare say, that us fleas would have tried to jump off that pesky elephant the first chance we got.
However, we were well tended to when we got hurt. Heroes need to create and maintain their own support group and network of friends. They often operate alone and away from others. They need help, especially when there is a terrible scar or some significant broken bones.
We were tasked with something that involved our thoughts, and control of them. As such, how we reacted to events were constantly monitored and our environment was constantly adjusted. Our reality was constantly adjusted to fit a plan that was supported by our personality.
I do realize that this is a difficult concept to understand.
That is because most people do not recognize that thoughts have substance and the ability to alter and bend reality. So, here I am. Describing a complex organization that is built around a concept that most humans can't even accept as truth.
Let alone to accept that other species have built technologies around this sort of thing.
Let alone accepting that they have built up a civilization around these advanced concepts that has lasted and persisted for millions of years.
Yet, the invisible evil that we fought against had a structure.
The Invisible Evil
Yes, there was an enemy involved in all of this. It was us, or better yet, certain powerful individuals who longed for power and control and believed that they possessed the ability to obtain it. It’s just like the old James Bond movies with trans-national super-villains. It is exactly like that.
No, they didn’t go by the terms SPECTRE or THRUSH. Though, they did actually have their own names and their own objectives.
The true enemy, we fought daily. However, we never confronted this enemy. They always remained hidden and elusive. They were like a hydra. They operated in the open, and manipulated humans through complex techniques of overt manipulation and subterfuge.
Here is one of the major mouth pieces of the oligarchy; CNN, working the narrative protecting Clinton from action related to treason. They argue that vacuuming up 50,000 SAP documents, putting them on a private computer server that has a direct link to a foreign government (Pakistan) is a “nothing burger”.
They argue that this is normal and nothing was wrong. Even though several very severe and serious laws were violated.
When I joined the organization, I felt that I would have a role. I believed that the role was special and would involve my “special” skills and ability. I also believed that it would be heroic (in some way) in nature. I believed that I would be doing great things for the good of all (after all, is that not what was promised to me?).
While I did not know what it involved, I did EXPECT that it would involve space (outer space, beyond the earths atmosphere), risk, science (technologies of great advancement), secrets and an enemy that could be easily identified.
What happened was something else entirely. No, the reader should not get confused. What I expected did occur, it just did not occur like I expected it to.
What I expected did occur, it just did not occur like I expected it to.
Indeed, let’s go through the list;
Involve space (outer space, beyond the earths atmosphere). CHECK.
Involve aliens. (Well, yes, but not like I expected.) CHECK.
Science. Oh yes. CHECK. CHECK.
Top Secrets. CHECK.
Being surrounded by beautiful women. CHECK.
An enemy that could be easily identified. NOPE!
I have described my reality and my operations. For what ever it is worth. However, it was like nothing I expected, and for that reason, it is difficult for me to explain out to the reader. Yet, I must explain it to the reader for ultimate understanding.
It was nothing like I expected.
To this end, let’s take a guess at what the reader’s expectation of MAJestic operations might be… and, as an extension, what you might think being a hero is all about.
Reader Expectations
Here, let’s discuss what you (the reader) might expect a MAJestic agent to be involved in.
What do you think? Maybe something like this…
The image that I held in my mind concerning the program that I was entering was colored by the images and visions as portrayed by media and television at that time. I thought that I would be another Tom Corbett , or Napoleon Solo , or maybe even a secret agent like Mr. Derek Flint . In my mind it was a great and amazing opportunity that would open and bare the secrets and mysteries of the secret clandestine space programs that were veiled from the gaze of most Americans.
Do you believe that there is a group of managers sitting in Washington, D.C. that views and oversees all of the MAJestic operations? Do you think that some powerful United States Senators know and participate in MAJestic related activity? Perhaps you think that Barrack Obama presides over secret meetings in the basement of the White House surrounded by his generals…
If you hold any of these beliefs, then you are wrong.
Maybe the reader thinks that MAJestic is set up something like this. You know, with armed special guards wearing helmets and carrying side arms, with pretty women and executive officers that attend detailed planning meetings within secure underground lairs. Maybe that is your impression.
You are very, very, VERY wrong.
There simply isn’t any headquarters located in Washington, D.C. or on any military base on this world-line that controls the organization. There isn’t any kind of military style pay-grades, or chain of command outside of our individual cells. There are no uniforms, insignia, or flags that we all can unite to and bound us together in a form of mutual understanding.
There are no Earth bound huge complexes that MAJestic operates from. This is true for form, and for function. Anything large and stationary is off-world, and off world-line.
This is a movie still form the 1960’s era television show “The Time Tunnel”. During the 1960’s and into the 1970’s television was flooded with shows about the Cold War, Science, and Space Travel.
Sure there were other shows, such as shows about World War II, like “The Rat Patrol”, and “McHale’s Navy”, but these were the shows that I grew up with. They reflected my belief in what was possible given a science-backed government.
As a young boy, I would play with my chemistry set (now pretty much banned from sale, thanks Bill Clinton (D)). I would build electronics with my electronic kits (Also mostly banned or severely limited in scope –thank you Bill Clinton). I would also dream of one day being a Spaceman, or at least a Scientist wearing the white lab coat and the large Identification badge on my lapel.(All which actually occurred, but not at all like I envisioned it to be.)
Aside from the cryptic nomenclature that festooned various military documentation (all of which signified carved out W(U)-SAP activity), there simply wasn’t any United States government organized structure.
No one could point to an organizational chart, and say, “Here is where the MAJestic organization resides within the United States government.”. The entire organization is secret as no other government program could ever be.
It would be great to say that MAJestic was a huge organization, top secret, that fought huge and organized globalist trans-national interests. For in the most shallow of understandings it was. Yet, that was not it’s role. Frankly, whether the globalists dominate or the nationalists dominate makes no difference. MAJestic’s role is to make sure that during the transition that the sentience’s remain pure.
Maybe the reader thinks that MAJestic is a policy arm of one of the branches of government. Impossible, for numerous reasons. Maybe you think that it is run by the CIA, or the NSA, or the DHS. If you do, then you are wrong. None of those agencies are truly secret.
Real secrecy is treated very seriously.
It is treated very, very secret. There won’t be any political hack (Susan Rice) appointed to the organization, or very capable (political) individuals such as Hillary Clinton selling all the MAJestic secrets for a pittance.
We, every single one of us, are purposely vetted by inter-dimensional extraterrestrials and chosen for the roles by a criterion that is beyond the understanding of the vast bulk of humanity.
And, yes, I am writing my memoirs that discloses, but does not define, a mere handful of the secrets that I have been exposed to, this is all part of a much larger plan, and is already approved for our extraterrestrial friends, if not the MAJestic organization itself.
But, hey! You don’t have to believe me. It really doesn’t matter if I participated in MAJestic, wore a Santa Claus costume on Christmas, or hunted squirrels with a 22-250. It really doesn’t matter. Does it?
It does not.
This isn’t all about me. This is about YOU, the reader and an understanding that YOU are a hero and you don’t even realize it. I want to spend the time to give you the understanding on how being a hero works, and why YOU are a hero.
Heroes might need to be rescued from time to time. Oh, how embarrassing! But it happens. Things don’t always go according to plan. Things happen and plans can get shit canned in a nanosecond.
A Military Organization?
So, let’s jump back to my narrative, and talk a little about MAJestic. You know the super top secret United States carve-out that all the fact checkers, and authorities on the Internet says does not exist. Let’s talk about it here.
Do you, the reader, think that it is a military organization?
Maybe [1], you the reader thinks that the MAJestic organization is setup like a military organization in so far as there are military spacecraft, with advanced weapons, and advanced propulsive technologies. This would include such things as particle-beam cannons, infra-ray blasters, and advanced laser technologies. Maybe you would believe that they would all be organized like a kind of “space marines”, or “space-based patrol service”.
Truly when the Base Commander was discussing our joining MAJestic, I had envisioned some sort of top secret space-based force. I imagined that we would be tasked with guarding the world in some manner with special weapons, technologies and spaceships.
Nope. MAJestic is not organized like that at all. There are technologies that are quite advanced, the participants all have prior military backgrounds, and motivations, but the reality is nothing like this kind of imagery.
An Organization of Scientists?
Maybe [2] the reader might think that MAJestic is run by scientists. In this idea, the scientists would sit within their offices on college campuses, surrounded by books and piles of papers. Maybe they would have a backboard with all kinds of intense mathematical formulas scribbled on it. Here, the most brilliant men (and women) in the world would be the guardians of the mysteries of our extraterrestrial friends.
Erik Verlinde proposed entropic gravity as a solution to some of the vexing problems in understanding space-time relationships.
Seriously?
Have you been on college campuses lately? Look at the student population. We call them “snowflakes” because they are [1] emotionally immature, [2] education-deficient, and [3] totally lacking in reason. These pupils are what they are simply because of whom and what taught them.
The so called “brilliant geniuses” that occupy American universities are simply political hacks in possession of pieces of paper that awards them status without effort. No, I am afraid that the geniuses in our education system have NOTHING to do with MAJestic.
That is not to say that they are ALL bad. However, evil people have polluted the educational and research environment in favor of a statist narrative. This is terribly restrictive for scientific advancement.
An Organization of Spiritual Beings?
Maybe [3] the reader is under the impression that MAJestic is populated with individuals who have “pure” understandings. This is so that they could communicate with the “enlighten ones” and assist in bringing about a great spiritual awakening for the benefit of all humankind. Like for instance, oh dare I say it, those “new age” types (typically living in California) who channel the “knowledge of the star people” for the overall benefit of human-kind (person-kind)?
There are many who believe that non-physical entities can channel humans and that we can learn from them. While it is true that there are non-corporeal beings, they are forbidden to influence our sentience development. Any one who claims to be in contact with a non-corporeal entity should realize that their sentience cannot be modified by outside influences without approval. That is fundamental in how souls are constructed and in our makeup within the multi-dimensional MWI.
Oh, that’s a good one! Yuck! Why I am almost on the floor rolling about and laughing!
Well, again, it’s off the mark. Nope that is not what we did and the impressions are quite simplistic. However, of all the possible scenarios that the reader might presuppose, this concept comes closest to the true reality. Yes, it does. As much as I hate to admit it.
So… hey!
There are creatures far older than the human race. They have established technology and inherent capabilities far in advance than what us mere mortals possess. To us, they appear magical or even God-like. What’s more, they work with us humans, hand in hand with selected individuals within a set and defined structure. That is MAJestic.
That is MAJestic.
Heroes might have to fight for their very lives under impossible circumstances. Yes. You always need to be ready. You always need to be prepared.
The one thing that I can say is that the general population is just as clueless as I was when I first joined the organization. MAJestic is unlike anything that anyone can dare presuppose.
It is SEVERELY different.
MAJestic
While it was initially setup by humans to resolve special issues and perceived threats to the United States, it has since evolved into a very secretive organization that assists the management of this evolutionary nursery. MAJestic members exist for one purpose.
We assist, in a supportive role, the education of the human species and evolutionary sentience determination.
We do this though the MWI. We do this through dimensional slides. We do this through world-line manipulation.
There are many facets of MAJestic. Some are involved in pure reverse engineering. Some are involved in other aspects. The part that I was involved in had to do with THOUGHTS and how they affected our REALITY template.
Rather than “thought police”, we were more like “canaries in a coal mine” that were monitored by “others” for thought influences.
Whenever the influences became too discordant, we were pulled out of the world-line and entered a “readjusted” world-line.
Which pretty much sucked.
In the Star Trek plot “Mirror Mirror”, the crew gets thrown into a new world-line. MAJestic leverages MWI travel, carefully, to assist in the sentience development of mankind. It is a cautious effort and there are dangers. A wrong move, and the world-line construct can all be thrown into a new reality that is far removed from what we accept as “normal”.
I suppose that that is too boring for the reader to accept. I would imagine that the reader was expecting stories relating to top-secret spacecraft, stories of firefights against strange extraterrestrials, and stories of adventure on strange planets located in faraway places.
Nope. Sorry.
One world-line has chunky peanut-butter, and another never heard of the stuff. One world-line has BLT’s made out of bacon, lettuce and tomato, and another has BLT made out of baked spam, lettuce and tomato. One has girls that don’t wear pantyhose and another has pantyhose that comes in big plastic eggs. Hardly the stuff of excitement.
The world around you is just a stage from which your soul obtains experiences. This stage is a shared template. While we occupy our own reality within it, we share in the manifested thoughts of others. So…
Surprise!
As a reality that can be manipulated, those with the technology can change our reality to suit their needs. At this time the need is related to the growth and cultivation of mankind; us humans. The technology is power and in the wrong hands could be very dangerous.
Yet, if the reader spends some time to really think about it, the truth is far more interesting than any fictional narrative regarding exotic weapon technology and planetary adventures.
It really is.
The truth is that we live in a universe where we inhabit individual “realities”. We do not share one unified reality. As such, we as an individual, have ultimate control of our reality. With the right technology, and the proper training, we can alter this reality.
Call it what you might, I prefer to refer to it as dimensional transport or world-line switching.
Humans can change and alter their reality.
When you have the ability to control your reality, you are truly the master of your domain. Extraterrestrial technologies permit that, however there are structures in place to prevent misuse. Currently the systems have been put in place to help assist in sentience determination and selection. Think of this movie. Think about this character. Think about the power that he possessed. This is the kind of technology access that we had when dealing with the MWI.
Operations Overview
Way back in the first few posts of this series, within the text, I described what my mission parameters and objectives were. I will repeat them here.
The reader should well understand that I was tasked, along with a handful of other individuals, to conduct “dimensional anchoring” activities. Yada Yada Yada.
To accomplish this, we all were implanted with specialized probes, and then we were trained to use the probes to conduct our operations. We performed the operations independently.
It sounds crazy, eh?
Maybe we’re more like this guy from the movie “Happy Feet”, where he used his “attachment” to alien artifacts as an excuse to become a prophet. That’s me, eh? Some kind of prophet.
Is that me?
Happy Feet Prophet. Here, he uses his accidental integration with an alien artifact for personal profit. Because he cannot his mind cannot understand the real purpose and causes for this situation.
Maybe all that what I am writing about is all nonsense. Right? These other extraterrestrials are hanging around the earth out of idle curiosity, or maybe they want to take over the world “War of the Worlds” style.
Right?
The idea that they could be here, monitoring and altering the direction and evolutionary growth of mankind is crazy. Right?
The idea that thoughts can control and alter our reality is silly right?
That we live in a constantly moving reality and that both the past and the future can change relative to the immediate. Crazy!
It sounds so CRAZY! It's nothing like any "normal" person would think up. It's like something that was dreamed up by a crazy person, or an extraterrestrial.
Yes, doesn't it, now?
Well that’s the way it is. Like it or not.
In other words, we lived “normal” lives while the probes ran 24-7. All of the agents assigned in this role had technical backgrounds, similar sentience’s, and passed extraterrestrial vetting processes.
All MAJestic members are implanted with probes. Certain agents, such as myself and Sebastian are implanted with other “kits” that provide various skills and abilities. Most of which are related to memory access, MWI interfacing and dimensional egress.
Woo Woo! So, we are just a tool.
Others, yeas “others”, monitored us. They watched us, and monitored our thoughts and actions. Then they… THEY conducted world-line slides or MWI readjustments in such a way as to assist in the development of unified human sentience. What ever that might be.
Pretty boring stuff. I will admit.
It most certainly does not sound like any kind of heroic action or heroic role.
It is nothing, nothing at all as to what I was expecting. For, in my mind, I expected to train to dog fight in state-of-the-art aircraft. I was expecting to fly and do battle over exotic lands, and meet beautiful women and have adventures beyond my wildest dreams.
A hero might be involved in terrible crashes. Again, he would need help and assistance. He would risk his life and his health to carry out the missions.
Sentience Introduction
In general, the role was very simple. Once I was trained, I just assisted or facilitated the anchoring of large numbers of world-lines toward a certain convergence. We would move independent world-lines away from deviance’s that would result in discordant sentience evolution.
The key here is that our earth nursery was constructed, and is monitored, for the express purpose of establishing human sentience. We help in that.
Discordant sentience develops or occurs when actions do not match intent. It is a very important concept, and is discussed elsewhere. However, the reader should recognize it’s importance.
What you think about, and how those thoughts influence the physical reality, is in direct correlation with a person’s sentience.
What you think about, and how those thoughts influence the physical reality, is in direct correlation with a person’s sentience.
In our galaxy, discordant sentience’s are not permitted. They are considered very dangerous. There is a pretty elaborate history behind the reasoning why, but for now the reader should appreciate that a long, long time ago, when the universe was first populated, sentience’s were permitted to grow and expand. Some of the sentience’s hurt or “ate” other sentience’s. They damaged them beyond recovery.
I cannot impress strong enough, how absolutely important and FUNDAMENTAL that discordant sentience’s be suppressed and if necessary rendered extinct. Discordant sentience’s can create horrors beyond the human ideas of horror. I honestly CANNOT stress this strongly enough. A discordant species can render all sorts of distortions, not only in the physical reality, but in the Heavenly realms as well. They are DANGEROUS and must be suppressed.
Because of this, sentience growth is carefully monitored in our galaxy.
There are approved sentience’s and unapproved sentience’s. When a given species grows and advances, they are permitted to evolve into a set sentience. Usually, with some special prodding, the sentience is an “approved” sentience archetype. The humans (mankind) is growing within a sentience nursery of sorts. Our concern is that without proper and careful “pruning”, large groups of humans might develop discordant sentience’s.
Not only are discordant sentience’s not approved as they do not represent an a standard archetype, but they are terribly disruptive. In our case, as humans, when a given person demands someone else do something, and they benefit from it (even just in emotion), that is discordant.
Keeping things simple; if you want to help a old lady cross the street, and you do it. That is a “service to others” sentience.
If you want to get rich, without working for it, say by robbing the little old lady, that is a “service to self” sentience. I personally, do not like this sentience because it is very limiting, selfish and problematic to others. But that is just me.
If you act, behave, think and believe in agreement with another person to the extent that you have no internal censor, then you are a “service to another” sentience. You attack the little old lady simply because she does not serve the same person that you obey.
RUSH: You know why? Because you’re dealing with robots. You’re dealing with people that are not thinking. They have been propagandized. They’re incapable of thinking. It’s the whole point. They have been indoctrinated, propagandized. They can’t explain why they believe what they believe. All they can do is tell you that you’re a pig or you’re a racist or worse.
-Rush on the SJW crowd
However, if you want to help the old lady cross the street, but you don’t want to do it yourself. You order another person to help that old lady. That is a “discordant sentience“. You “think” you are actually helping the old lady, but what you are really doing is using another person to accomplish what you want. Thoughts do not match actions.
In this case, the object of this help derives no benefit from your thoughts, only from the end results of your actions. Yet, this reality, and this universe is controlled by the results of our thoughts.
Therefore, it MUST make particular sense that only “pure” intent can maintain world-line stability. Confusing thoughts, or misdirected intention are disruptive to the overall stability of world-lines.
Discordant Sentience’s ===> Service to Another Sentience
Examples of this abound.
For instance, [1] demanding that Congress tax the rich instead of trying to be rich yourself. [2] Claiming to help others by setting up a charity, but funneling the money for yourself. This seems like a “service to self” action, but it really isn’t. It’s a discordant sentience. It uses others under the guise of charity (helping others), but results in personal benefit.
A hero might need to escape from prison. When I was growing up, my boyhood heroes were all black and white. The enemy was visible and easily identified. The hero had a very simple and straightforward role. That is not ever the case in real life.
There are many kinds of sentience’s. We humans are most familiar with the common “service to self” and “service for others” sentience’s. However, there are a few other sentience’s that are developing on the earth at this time.
One is the “service to another” sentience. Not to be confused with “Service to others” sentience. I like to call this the “blind slavery” sentience. Here, a person is bound to do everything for another person, idea, or idol. Like bees who serve the queen bee.
This is the NPC meme that found it’s way out of the 4chan and into the internet blog-sphere.
It is an ultimate goal for many “service to self” sentience’s. They want to rule over “service to another” sentience’s who will perform for them willingly without debate or hesitation. We see this and are unaware of what is going on. However, if you keep your eyes open you can see the manifestation of this. It’s pretty frightening. It really is.
"Service to another" sentience's obey and follow the commands of "Service for Self" sentience's.
We are unique. We stand apart. We do not follow what everyone else does. We are unified as different. See how different we are! We post unique pictures to express our differences.
Sentience Selection and Sorting
In short, and perhaps the best way to describe our tasks was as a method of assuring proper sentience development. This was, needless to say, something unexpected and completely “off the radar” as far as we were considered.
Well, I figured, if I couldn’t fly high performance aircraft, maybe I would be involved in some kind of outer space related activity. OK. Well, if I wasn’t going to be floating about in outer space, maybe I would be involved in something even more impressive; maybe something like time travel.
Cool! Right?
I never in my wildest dreams thought that I would be involved in world-line travel with the goal or corralling errant sentience’s and saving the world from discordant influences. Heck, I didn’t even know that humans had sentience’s, let alone consider them to be critically important.
Prior to entering MAJestic, I was unaware of…
The existence of real-for-goodness extraterrestrial species.
The idea that they have been working with Americans, and that there was an entire organization devoted to this relationship.
That this species is many millions of years old, and were around when proto-humans were still living in trees on the shores.
This species has a level of science that is many millions of years old, and involves souls, Heaven, and thoughts.
That this species can transport a person anywhere in the physical universe.
That this species can alter our physical reality by conducting world-line changes.
That there were galactic sentience archetypes.
That “pruning” of non-approved sentience’s was necessary for the stability of the physical universe.
A hero might be needed to save a beautiful girl. Often at the hands of evil Nazi villains.
That of course was the great rub.
What I expected was nothing like what I participated in. And, as the reader might be well on the way to realizing that their own opinions and thoughts about what I did, and what MAJestic does could very well be quite wrong and incorrect.
I was hoping that I could play the hero role and save a beautiful girl (or two). I was hoping that I could fly at dizzying speeds in state of the art, multi-million dollar rockets and aircraft. I was hoping that I could one day meet other non-earth creatures, have a talk with them, and get to understand them.
Well, my hope and dreams had no reflection on the reality that I experienced, though it did have an influence in how I interacted with the situations that came my way. And, oh yes, these situations did come my way. The “others” fully intended them to come my way, and for me to experience them. They wanted to see what I thought and reacted to the events.
Hollywood version of a dimensional portal. Nice special effects. I particularly like the water rippling effect. Add that to ancient stonework inside a top secret military complex… how cool is that ? Huh?
These situations were all adventures. They were, that is undeniable.
For I actually did meet extraterrestrials, and I did have conversations (of a sort) with them. I actually did leave the earth’s atmosphere, and I was actually involved in very advanced technology. Yes, everything that I was involved in was very secret and absolutely important…
Yet. Yet…
It wasn’t anything like I expected.
A hero might need to save many, many beautiful girls. A hero might need to encounter problems and troubles and strife. However, no matter what happens, and how terrified he is, he presses on and achieves his goals. He fights and fights and fights. Nothing can stop him from his objective. I love the art, though it is a mystery to me why all the girls nipples are covered. What’s their problem? Everyone likes boobies.
That is the point that I would like to make here. While we humans place a great deal of emphasis on working, making money, and fame with fortune, the truth is that those goals are trivial.
Yes they are.
They are no more important than a dog going outside and peeing on every bush, tree, and pole once they get out the door. It is no more important than a bird presenting itself for the best mating advantage. It is nothing more than a fish swimming up steam to spawn.
Humans are just animals with a brain that can conjure ideas, and hands that can create tools.
We have created a world and a reality where we personally believe that we are the dominant species on this planet. This has been taken to extremes by the ignorant among us, and extended to the solar system, the galaxy and even the universe. We reinforce that belief continuously and insist that we are correct in our ignorance.
And everything that we do that revolves around these trivial goals, are themselves trivial. Whether to “manage” a nation, command a large army, become famous in a new movie or music video, or to collect top secret documents and sell them to the highest bidder (Hillary Clinton style), they are all trivial pursuits.
Trivial goals include the pursuit of sex, wealth and power over others. While it is perfectly fine to have fun, acquire money and make new friends, an addiction to this environment can be problematic IF you are not experiencing life and events. I argue that the highs and lows as portrayed in the movie “The wolf of Wall Street” clearly illustrate that with every high must be an equivalent low so that the experiences a person obtains is balanced for the quantum rearrangement of a given soul garbon.
I can go on and on with examples.
Trivial goals include Ellen DeGeneres pandering a television show to women of similar thoughts and ideas. Trivial goals include Jack Nicholson in sleeping with the largest number of women possible, or that young dude at the bar last week who thought that he could drink me under the table with V.S.O.P. (It didn’t happen. LOL. I have built up a kind of immunity to the stuff.)
The real important elements of our lives revolve in our behaviors towards others. These actions, and NOT the thoughts alone, determine our sentience. And, dear reader, it is our sentience that is what is important to us during this period of growth and evolution.
Thoughts + Actions = Sentience
As far as I know, there is NOT ONE SINGLE BOOK or article that describes the idea or concept that sentience is important. No one, not one person, recognizes that sentience has different forms and shapes and manifests in different ways. Not one person has ever written that sentience evolves over time, yet we know it must be true. Surely, evolutionary theory predicts that the sentience of proto-humans must have been supremely different from that of modern man.
Certainly all these points should be obvious and crystal clear.
A hero might need to fight in the ocean. He might need to fight against other creatures that also have a formidable sentience. He needs to be aware and prepared. Our sentience is the core structure for thought generation.
For some species, sentience varies depending on the sex of the member in a given species.
(Note, that most species, but not all, have two sexes. Dogs can be male or female as are cats, horse, cows, crow, eagles, and whales. Other creatures, often non-mammal, such as worms, spiders, and various forms of bacteria have more interesting ways of creating offspring and procreating.)
These elements are encoded in the biological genetic makeup of a person and vary upon conditions that trigger sentience development. OF course that is a very complicated subject and is far too advanced (not only not germane to this discussion) for us to dwell too deeply in it at this time. For now, let’s just consider sentience maintenance and guidance to be a major role of MAJestic at this time.
So, with that in mind, the reader should be well equipped to understand that their expectations as to what that I can present to them in regard to MAJestic might be a little bit of a disappointment.
The present day incarnation of what MAJestic is, is well removed from what it was first established as. As a result those of us who actually participate in the organization are involved in tasks that are far, far removed from what we individually expected to materialize.
MAJestic Operations
While I just cannot speak for the entire organization, and my experiences are related to a very small sub-program within the larger scheme of things, I can make some broad sweeping statements about what MAJestic is today.
A hero might be confronted by dangers in the jungle. He must be careful. He must be aware and trained for every possible contingency. You can never tell what will happen in your future, which is why it is critical for you to be able to control your thoughts.
MAJestic is an organization, staffed by Americans, that assist the <redacted> in policing this sentience nursery. They perhaps prefer one type of sentience over another, but in reality, their function is to assist in the development of but ONE and ONE only sentience for the human species. (We can have multiple sentience’s, but that requires multiple physical states. Like Homo Sapiens, and Homo Erectus.) They work in conjunction with the multi-dimensional <redacted> to accomplish this task.
MAJestic is buried deep, deep down inside the United States government.
MAJestic is the ONLY organization in the United States that deals with extraterrestrials in any way.
MAJestic has numerous projects that are going on simultaneously at any given moment. While there are projects related to reverse engineering technology, species communications, and other subjects of a rather diverse nature, the bulk of contemporaneous activity is in support of nursery management.
I do not know, personally, of all the various projects. I can ONLY speak in confidence regarding my own very unique project. Other posts will cover that subject in greater detail.
My project was, as I need to repeat, was involved in “dimensional anchoring for world-line convergence”. It involved, as it’s core tool, dimensional world-line travel and switching. As such, I was an “operator”, known as a “commander” where I worked in conjunction with an extraterrestrial “pilot”. We were connected though a biological artifice.
I operated in this role for thirty years more or less. The measurables for this project were as determined by our extraterrestrial leadership. In no way was my actions, the success or failure, were determined by human MAJestic leadership.
MAJestic was the framework which gave me, or better yet “sold” me, to the <redacted> for them to use me as they determined. In exchange, MAJestic obtained technology that others within MAJestic could reverse engineer. So, in my case, I was not a “hero”, though I worked hard, studied hard, and tried, really hard to become one.
So, it makes me question whether or not my previous ideas and concepts of what a hero is was correct…
A hero might need to encounter beautiful ladies. So you do need to be ready. You must always stay true to your core belief and your motivations. We need to be true to ourselves.
As stated previously, one of the great frustrations of my role, was the inability to identify an enemy or prejudicial source of conflict.
The source or cause for the need to conduct “dimensional anchoring” is your typical human. However, it is the actual wealthiest “service to self” individuals that are the bulk drivers for the need to conduct these operations. These people do not understand that thoughts influence our reality is various ways. They only think in terms of physical action. They think in terms of money. They think in terms of manipulation of large masses of people.
They do not understand that this is not a pure influence. They are creating a “service for self” humanity that is grouped into two set kinds of sentience’s. One, the ruling class; consisting of “service for self” individuals and the “rabble”, the vast bulk of society that consists of “service for another” that serve them.
If they ARE aware of this situation, they want it to proceed to it’s conclusion.
George Soros is fixiated in manipulating the United States into his version of the NWO. He has poured billions of US dollars in Democrat coffers, funneled money to radicals and militants and is very active in funding and ordering the deep state activities.
I don’t like it. However, the <redacted> does not see this as a problem. They view it as a natural progression of species development.
Not everyone is involved in promoting the kinds of behaviors that create the need for dimensional stability. Therefore it is difficult for me to locate a culprit. They remain protected, secretive, and illusive.
Remember, the goal is to determine the ultimate sentience for the human species.
I was always under the impression that it was destined to be a “service to others” sentience. However, it looks like it could possibly migrate to a separation of the human species into two distinctly different species. One, the “superior” or ruling species as “Service for self”, and the subservient or farmed species, the “service for another”.
Here is the NPC meme that aptly describes the “Service for another” sentience…
A “Service for another” meme. Aptly called the NPC meme. If you, the reader are upset by this meme, then there is a very real possibility that it is a reflection of your sentience. No one likes to see the reflection of themselves in the behaviors of others. Be careful and be aware.
Each of the two human species would have the RNA recoded to fit a galactic approved sentience. One for the rulers, and one for the servants.
Later on in another post I list only a mere handful of some of the people, or kinds of people that have been involved in the tearing of the fabric of our reality. However, for now, let’s just keep it simple in that it is the very nature of the human condition that has created the need for my role.
The Possibility of Genetic Stratification
If humans decide, and it will be us as a whole that makes the decision, to settle into “Service for self” with “Service for another” sentience loyalties, then we can expect the <redacted> to reconfigure our genetic makeup to fit into approved archetypes.
This means that those humans who have the “Service for self” sentience would have one set of DNA / RNA. Those who would be “Service for another” would have a different set of DNA / RNA.
Those who would not fit into these two set sentience’s, would be allowed to die off. That would include all “discordant sentience’s”, and “Service for others” sentience’s. We would be allowed to die off. Which would be accomplished though action by those with approved sentience’s, and by other means such as a increase in infertility of non-approved sentience’s. It would be a culling effort.
The result would be a stratification of society. With different caste systems defined by genetic makeup.
You would have the very successful, and (of course) wealthy “Service for self” sentience’s…
Served by the the vast bulk of humanity, now “Service for Another” sentience. Those humans would represent the majority of humanity. They would consist of 95% of all humans, serving a small minority of 5%.
Initially, the two sentience’s would look alike. However, within a generation or two, physical changes would manifest. One caste would be heavier, smaller, squatter and would have a lower IQ. While the other would be healthier, live longer, be smarter and more agile.
There would be no desire to mix or have relations outside of your caste.
The Role of a Hero
While we might be confused with everything going on in the world today, the fact is that it is all trivial in terms of the bigger picture. Humans are in an arena that will determine what sentience will dominate.
The <redacted> does not care one way or the other.
While there is evident that another species, the <redacted> prefer the stratification of sentience’s, it is unclear what will eventually manifest.
Personally, since all MAJestic members are “Service for others” sentience, I tend to believe that this would be the preferred direction that human evolution must advance forward. However, that is my opinions only.
Why you, the reader, can be a hero
Our reality is the results of our thoughts, coupled with our actions.
As long as there are significant members of our society to act selfishly with impunity (service for self), and there are those that follow them blindly (service for another) the human species will continue to careen towards human social stratification.
The only way to combat this is to be heroic.
We must start thinking of doing good deeds for others (service to others). We must do so on a small scale. We must do so on an individual scale. We must start doing so now, and today.
Task List
The oligarchy is quite active in manifesting physical change for personal profit. They control the media, and in many ways, the governments. They think that they are only altering the physical reality towards their favor. Instead, what they are actually doing is creating all kinds of errant thoughts. Many of which result in discordant changes and alterations to reality.
This is what you can do.
Severely restrict your access to media.
Completely stop reading and listening to ALL forms of “establishment” news.
Enjoy life. Spend more time outside.
When you meet people; others, be kind to them.
Smile more.
If someone needs help, or if some animal needs help, help them. Don’t just drive by and ignore them.
Don’t be like this chick, and don’t listen to the mainstream media that says that this is fine. It isn’t that is, if you don’t want to become a farmed “service for another” modified sentience archetype. You might as well pack it in, you you act like her. I do not buy into the nonsense that she is just too upset to help a person bleeding on the street. Bull Fucking Shit! This gal does not to get involved. She has no compassion for others. She is the ultimate in “Service to self” sentience.
For us to ultimately define our futures, we must all begin to control our thoughts and our actions.
A Hero’s Tale
Friday morning, Chuck Hawley from Silverton, Oregon was on his way to work when he spotted something in the middle of the road. As he got closer, he realized that it was a kitten stuck in the lane.
A hero is true to their sentience. If you are a “service for others” sentience, then you will stop and help others. Only “service for self” people continue driving on and allow a creature to dies in terror.
“I was driving to work and saw cars in front of me passing over something in the road, and realized it was a kitten sitting upright shaking like a leaf,”
The tiny feline appeared to be stuck to the ground and couldn’t break free. Many cars drove around her, but no one stopped. Chuck knew that he had to do something quickly before it was too late. He put his hazard lights on, carefully stopped traffic and rushed to grab the kitten. That’s when he noticed that the kitty was covered in glue. That’s right. Some asshole dipped the kitten in glue and plopped it down in the middle of a busy highway.
“She was wet, freezing and literally glued to the road,”
Chuck gently removed the kitten off the pavement. Her paws were very tender and she was shivering from the cold. He put her in his arms to warm her and swiftly brought her back to his car.
After a much-needed bath and some food, the kitten felt much better. “We don’t know who put her there or how long she was there, but she was wet and cold and had leaves stuck to her,“
He took the kitten to the Silver Creek Animal Clinic, where they removed the rest of the glue and treated her paws with mineral oil. After a long ordeal, the tabby girl was on the mend. She clutched onto her rescuer and purred up a storm. On their way home, the 5-week-old kitten curled up in his lap and went right to sleep.
Chuck Hawley and the kitten that he saved from torture and death on a busy highway road. We all can be a hero like Chuck. We just need to be true to ourselves. He is a hero. I salute him.
You don’t need to wear riding britches, wear a pith helmet and holster a revolver to be a hero. You just need to take action when someone or something is in need. Help others.
Finally…
I saw a video about ten days ago on fb, about five minutes long. Camera was still and directed at some kind of small critter cowered down in middle of the right lane. Traffic was moving toward (not away from) the camera. Cars passed around the critter - none of the vehicles passed over the critter.Then, a car stopped right at the critter. A man got out, went to the critter and talked to it! He then picked it up and put the thing in his car!....and drove off.I now wonder if this story is the first part of the story.
-posted on 10/21/2018, 9:16:04 PM by Karoo
Comments
Heroes are what we need right now. The stakes are pretty darn high. We either evolve as a species toward selfless behavior, or we evolve towards selfish behavior and the equivalent social genetic stratification.
A hero goes out and does what is necessary. He does it right then and there. He doesn’t walk past ignoring the problems, get gets out and faces them.
So, my point herein is this; are you the hero that the world needs?
John McClane: Do you know what you get for being a hero? Nothin'. You get shot at. Pat on the back, blah blah blah. 'Attaboy.' You get divorced... Your wife can't remember your last name, kids don't want to talk to you... You get to eat a lot of meals by yourself. Trust me kid, nobody wants to be that guy. (I do this) because there is nobody else to do it right now. Believe me if there was somebody else to do it, I would let them do it. There's not, so (I'm) doing it. That's what makes you that guy."
Be that guy.
Take Aways
Our human species is undergoing an evolutionary cycle.
This cycle will eventually determine what our dominant sentience will be.
Once determined, another species, the <redacted> along with support from <redacted> will assist in large scale genetic reprogramming of our species during the conception process.
There is a chance that the genetic reprogramming could result in a stratified human caste system.
If there was ever a time for heroes to get active in the world, now is that time.
MAJestic Related Posts – Training
These are posts and articles that revolve around how I was recruited for MAJestic and my training. Also discussed is the nature of secret programs. I really do not know why the organization was kept so secret. It really wasn’t because of any kind of military concern, and the technologies were way too involved for any kind of information transfer. The only conclusion that I can come to is that we were obligated to maintain secrecy at the behalf of our extraterrestrial benefactors.
MAJestic Related Posts – Our Universe
These particular posts are concerned about the universe that we are all part of. Being entangled as I was, and involved in the crazy things that I was, I was given some insight. This insight wasn’t anything super special. Rather it offered me perception along with advantage. Here, I try to impart some of that knowledge through discussion.
Enjoy.
MAJestic Related Posts – World-Line Travel
These posts are related to “reality slides”. Other more common terms are “world-line travel”, or the MWI. What people fail to grasp is that when a person has the ability to slide into a different reality (pass into a different world-line), they are able to “touch” Heaven to some extent. Here are posts that cover this topic.
John Titor Related Posts
Another person, collectively known by the identity of “John Titor” claimed to utilize world-line (MWI egress) travel to collect artifacts from the past. He is an interesting subject to discuss. Here we have multiple posts in this regard.
This is a compilation of the many, many things that American Democrats (often radical totalitarian communists wearing the mantle of “progressive liberals”) want to ban. This is a running tabulated list that originated from an earlier post about busybodies. There, I argued that Social Justice Warriors (SJW) was just another name for a busybody.
This is a set aside list tabulated by request. It supersedes the extensive list on an earlier post about busybodies. Remember, boys and girls, all bans are a restriction on freedom. Go ahead and shake your head in disbelief. These people are friggin’ lunatics.
The first known democrats. Yup. They sure as heck wanted to ban fire. You know… for the children.
Ban hotdogs in public schools (All processed meat is bad, don’t ya know…)
Ban hotdogs in children’s hospitals (Hum. It seems like there is a trend here…)
Ban hotdogs and all meat from public schools (Oh no. It’s the vegetarian arm of the DNC!)
Ban the betel nut (No shit! Have you ever tried it? Good golly, it was banned because they couldn’t find advantages in it. Not because it was dangerous!)
Ban Christians from public office (Ok, this is a Bernie Sanders ban, and he is a “progressive Independent”, not a “Democrat”. That what is in a name? After all, he did run as a Democrat primary candidate.)
Ban the Sale of Spells (Witchcraft Magic should be free, don’t ya know.)
Ban riding bicycles on Iowa roads that are used to move food from farm to distribution points (Organized by the Citizens for Safety Coalition of Iowa (CFSC)… sounds like a George Soros organization. Eh?)
Ban men masturbating (as an act against an unborn child)
Hey, is it just me, but has anyone else noticed a trend here?
Busybodies do not realize who and what they are. They justify their behaviors by being righteous and just. They think that they are making the world a better place, and the threat they are contributing to society. When the fact is that that are doing none of these things. Instead their ego has taken over and deluded themselves to cover up the fact that they are just horrible, horrible people.
Busybodies always have a reason, a justification or a need to fulfill. When they are children, it is to show just who is better, stronger or more powerful. If they are smart, they become a “know-it-all”. If they aren’t, they become a bully. It is almost always associated with some emotional issue.
Today, as adults the motivations are not so clear and obvious. I personally think that it is more related to them coveting a new mansion or two, myself. Their excuses are pretty much predictable. “It’s for the children.”, or “It’s to put an end to racism.”, or it’s to “make the country safer”, or “it’s to end the divide between one group of the other”. Ugh! Nah. It’s all just bullshit excuses.
I am not the only one who noticed this.
“In fact, you probably did five illegal things before breakfast without having a clue about it, which you'll find out about the moment some liberal decides you have to be put in your place and looks for a way to do it. Liberals control what you eat, what clothes you wear, what TV you watch, what kind of car you drive, what size soda you can drink, and even what toilet or light bulb you can use in your house. Complain about it and you're accused of wanting to end restaurant inspections and safety standards that prevent cars from exploding.”-John Hawkins
Even my father, who was a life-long staunch Democrat, questioned the actions of these radical progressives. Now that he is dead and buried, I am sure that he will still be voting Democrat, even though, his heart is no longer in it.
LOL!
The truth is plain as the nose on your face. They have no interests for anyone else except themselves. Someone gives them some money, and they use their power and influence to do their donor a favor (or two or three… for a price.) They come up with all kinds of reasons and excuses, but come on… please. It is obvious that they are just busybodies that have found a way to get rich being a stingy busybody. What a racket!
This is a funny meme that I found on the Internet. You know, it wouldn’t be so funny, if it wasn’t true. I think the reason why memes are so popular is that they inject humor into everyday situations that make us look at a given issue in a new light.
Taxes?
What they cannot ban, they try to tax. There are so many examples of this.
Sound familiar? Yup, this is the democrat party today. They do need to be reigned in. We cannot allow mentally deranged people to control our society.
This list supersedes the original list. All additional updates on Democrats banning things will be placed here on this simplified and direct list.
Commentary
A story I've told many times:
A few years ago at a neighborhood gathering, I overheard a neighbor listing all the things she would ban (long list), and she would also force businesses to pay fair wages, and she would force rich people to pay more taxes, and on and on.
I moved up to the group and said, "Maybe people don't want that. There might be a lot of unintended consequences."
She spun around and saw me. "You!" she said. "You're a Republican! You people just want to control everything!"
I said, "I'm a Conservative. I just want to be left alone. You, on the other hand, seem to have a VERY long list of things you want to control."
She hasn't spoken to me since.
- ClearCase_guy
Take Aways
The Democrats in America really believe that they are better than everyone else. They want to force people to act and behave in the manners that they approve of. This is for selfish reasons ONLY. Oh, yes, they use excuses. Such as “for the children”, to “make America better and safer”, and for “Global Warming”. However, it’s all just excuses. They really do not care.
They just want to exercise POWER over others.
In lieu of that, they wish to personally profit from the changes that they implement. They are extraordinarily evil people. Don’t ya know.
This girl has just encountered a Democrat utopia. It is a place where everything is nice and tidy just like the rulers want. You, however, are just a lowly serf for the oligarchy. Sorry. I know it is heartbreaking knowing your position in life.
The Democrats’ electoral strategy is very simple and straightforward:
Identify an injustice or slight that has been perpetrated on a specific victim group
Blame that injustice or slight on Republican policies
Propose a free government handout program that will alleviate their hardship
Show how the funding for that handout will come from raising taxes on white conservative “rich people” who don’t deserve their ill-gotten financial fortunes anyway.
Ban things as necessary to consolidate power.
The moral of the story: the sole reason we now suffer these ever-more-outrageous encroachments on our rights, our liberty, and our very lives from such obnoxious idiots is that, for far too long, they’ve been allowed to get away with it unscathed—the most important and telling word in the above headline is, after all, “SURPRISED.” I just bet they were, and why wouldn’t they be? They’ve never had any of their own shit splashed back on them, by anybody. Not in many, many a year, they haven’t. Our indulgence has only unleashed their demonic insanity.
Plus, being Leftists, they simply cannot stop themselves from using each unanswered infringement as a springboard for the next—an eternal escalation which is written into Progtard DNA the world over. They cannot and will not be content until every dissenting voice is silenced, every dissenting opinion suppressed, and every dissident cowed, controlled, crushed. Maybe not even then, in truth.
All of which means that until we start seeing a lot more Lefty heads smashed with metal poles, strangled activists, and Leftists in high-speed car chases fleeing for their lives in leg-wetting terror, what we’re going to keep seeing instead is more and worse nonsense from them. None of us are happy about this sorry state of affairs, nor should we be.
Being non-Leftists, all any of us Normals really want is to simply be left alone. But this is the corner they’ve forced us into just the same, and we’re never, ever going to be allowed out of it. That corner is going to get smaller and smaller, drawing in on us all with every successive Leftard win, until there’s no ground left for us to stand on at all. If we want out, we’re going to have to fight our way out.
So be it, then. Those stout Spanish farmers, Argie cowboys, and Aussie BBQers have shown us the way. It’s a pretty safe bet that the next larcenous “protest” held by pushy vegan “activists” will be a lot sparser attendance-wise; I expect the female Limey contingent in particular will find themselves with something a lot more pressing to do on that date next go-round. The farmers’, cowboys’, and BBQ fans’ sterling example ought to be followed to the letter hereabouts, lest we soon find ourselves in a much worse fix than we already are—with a much longer, harder, and more desperate fight to get out of it on our hands.
-Cold Fury
The Original Post
This post was spawned off an earlier post about busybodies. You can read that very long and lengthy post here…
"Did you really think we want those laws observed? We want them to be broken. You'd better get it straight that it's not a bunch of boy scouts you're up against...
We're after power and we mean it...
There's no way to rule innocent men. The only power any government has is the power to crack down on criminals.
Well, when there aren't enough criminals one makes them. One declares so many things to be a crime that it becomes impossible for men to live without breaking laws.
Who wants a nation of law-abiding citizens? What's there in that for anyone?
But just pass the kind of laws that can neither be observed nor enforced or objectively interpreted – and you create a nation of law-breakers – and then you cash in on guilt.
Now that's the system, Mr. Reardon, that's the game, and once you understand it, you'll be much easier to deal with."
Dr. Ferris from Atlas Shrugged
Democrats want to Ban (or Control) Everything
You know, how can I possibly write anything without offending someone? I really do not know if it is possible? Yet the truth is the truth.
Today it is a Democrat that wants to ban motorcycles (of all things).
What is their friggin’ problem?
Well, there is [1] a part of me that wants to believe that they are well intentioned, but think that everyone else is stupid. That belief is one where they believe that they are better, smarter, and greater than everyone else. (Sound like an SJW? Hum?)
Then, [2] there is a part of me that believes the truth; that there is a money angle involved. Some business, or foreign nation, comes to the representative and pitches a new law or two. In exchange for the promotion of that law, the represent can get a huge sum of money. This sum of money might be public (like a campaign slush fund) or private (as in a brown bag full of cash). As time move on, I am more and more convinced that the reasoning is the latter.
Hey, I grew up in Pennsylvania, and the potholes in the roads are STILL not fixed. You think that it is a minor oversight? Why do you suppose that is the case? Do you think that graft doesn’t exist?
"I believe a self-righteous liberal with a cause is more dangerous than a Hell's Angel with an attitude. "
-Ted Nugent
China and America Comparisons
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Stories that Inspired Me
Here are reprints in full text of stories that inspired me, but that are nearly impossible to find in China. I place them here as sort of a personal library that I can use for inspiration. The reader is welcome to come and enjoy a read or two as well.
This is the full text of a very curious story (The April Witch) by Ray Bradbury. It is presented here under Article 22 of China’s Copyright Law. Enjoy.
The April Witch
By Ray Bradbury
Into the air, over the valleys, under the stars, above a river, a pond, a road, flew Cecy. Invisible as new spring winds, fresh as the breath of clover rising from twilight fields, she flew. She soared in doves as soft as white ermine, stopped in trees and lived in blossoms, showering away in petals when the breeze blew. She perched in a limegreen frog, cool as mint by a shining pool. She trotted in a brambly dog and barked to hear echoes from the sides of distant barns. She lived in new April grasses, in sweet clear liquids rising from the musky earth.
It's spring, thought Cecy. I'll be in every living thing in the world tonight.
Now she inhabited neat crickets on the tar-pool roads, now prickled in dew on an iron gate. Hers was an adapt-ably quick mind flowing unseen upon Illinois winds on this one evening of her life when she was just seventeen.
"I want to be in love," she said.
She had said it at supper. And her parents had widened their eyes and stiffened back in their chairs. "Patience," had been their advice. "Remember, you're remarkable. Our whole family is odd and remarkable. We can't mix or marry with ordinary folk. We'd lose our magical powers if we did. You wouldn't want to lose your ability to 'travel' by magic, would you? Then be careful. Be careful!"
But in her high bedroom, Cecy had touched perfume to her throat and stretched out, trembling and apprehensive, on her four-poster, as a moon the colour of milk rose over Illinois country, turning rivers to cream and roads to platinum.
"Yes," she sighed. "I'm one of an odd family. We sleep days and fly nights like black kites on the wind. If we want, we can sleep in moles through the winter, in the warm earth. I can live in anything at all - a pebble, a crocus, or a praying mantis. I can leave my plain, bony body behind and send my mind far out for adventure. Now!"
The wind whipped her away over fields and meadows.
She saw the warm spring lights of cottages and farms glowing with twilight colours.
If I can't be in love, myself, because I'm plain and odd, then I'll be in love through someone else, she thought...
+++
Outside a farmhouse in the spring night a dark-haired girl, no more than nineteen, drew up water from a deep stone well. She was singing.
Cecy fell - a green leaf- into the well. She lay in the tender moss of the well, gazing up through dark coolness. Now she quickened in a fluttering, invisible amoeba. Now in a water droplet! At last, within a cold cup, she felt herself lifted to the girl's warm lips. There was a soft night sound of drinking.
Ceсy looked out from the girl's eyes.
She entered into the dark head and gazed from the shining eyes at the hands pulling the rough rope. She listened through the shell ears to this girl's world. She smelled a particular universe through these delicate nostrils, felt this special heart beating, beating. Felt this strange tongue move with singing.
Does she know I'm here? thought Cecy.
The girl gasped. She stared into the night meadows.
"Who's there?"
No answer.
"Only the wind," whispered Cecy.
"Only the wind." The girl laughed at herself, but shivered.
It was a good body, this girl's body. It held bones of finest slender ivory hidden and roundly fleshed. This brain was like a pink tea rose, hung in darkness, and there was cider-wine in this mouth. The lips lay firm on the white, white teeth and the brows arched neatly at the world, and the hair blew soft and fine on her milky neck. The pores knit small and close. The nose tilted at the moon and the cheeks glowed like small fires. The body drifted with feather-balances from one motion to another and seemed always singing to itself. Being in this body, this head, was like basking in a hearth fire, living in the purr of a sleeping cat, stirring in warm creek waters that flowed by night to the sea.
I'll like it here, thought Cecy.
"What?" asked the girl, as if she'd heard a voice.
"What's your name?" asked Cecy carefully.
"Ann Leary." The girl twitched. "Now why should I say that out loud?"
"Ann, Ann," whispered Cecy. "Ann, you're going to be in love."
+++
As if to answer this, a great roar sprang from the road, a clatter and a ring of wheels on gravel. A tall man drove up in a rig, holding the reins high with his monstrous arms, his smile glowing across the yard.
"Is that you, Tom?"
"Who else?" Leaping from the rig, he tied the reins to the fence.
"I'm not speaking to you!" Ann whirled, the bucket in her hands slopping.
"No!" cried Cecy.
Ann froze. She looked at the hills and the first spring stars. She stared at the man named Tom. Cecy made her drop the bucket.
"Look what you've done!"
Tom ran up.
"Look what you made me do!"
He wiped her shoes with a kerchief, laughing.
"Get away!" She kicked at his hands, but he laughed again, and gazing down on him from miles away, Cecy saw the turn of his head, the size of his skull, the flare of his nose, the shine of his eye, the girth of his shoulder, and the hard strength of his hands doing this delicate thing with the handkerchief. Peering down from the secret attic of this lovely head, Cecy yanked a hidden copper ventriloquist's wire and the pretty mouth popped wide: "Thank you!"
"Oh, so you have manners?" The smell of leather on his hands, the smell of the horse rose from his clothes into the tender nostrils, and Cecy, far, far away over night meadows and flowered fields, stirred as with some dream in her bed.
"Not for you, no!" said Ann.
"Hush, speak gently," said Cecy. She moved Ann's fingers out toward Tom's head. Ann snatched them back.
"I've gone mad!"
"You have." He nodded, smiling but bewildered. "Were you going to touch me then?"
"I don't know. Oh, go away!" Her cheeks glowed with pink charcoals.
"Why don't you run? I'm not stopping you." Tom got up. "Have you changed your mind? Will you go to the dance with me tonight? It's special. Tell you why later."
"No," said Ann.
"Yes!" cried Cecy. "I've never danced. I want to dance. I've never worn a long gown, all rustly. I want that. I want to dance all night. I've never known what it's like to be in a woman, dancing; Father and Mother would never permit it. Dogs, cats, locusts, leaves, everything else in the world at one time or another I've known, but never a woman in the spring, never on a night like this. Oh, please - we must go to that dance!"
She spread her thought like the fingers of a hand within a new glove.
"Yes," said Ann Leary, "I'll go. I don't know why, but I'll go to the dance with you tonight, Tom."
"Now inside, quick!" cried Cecy. "You must wash, tell your folks, get your gown ready, out with the iron, into your room!"
"Mother," said Ann, "I've changed my mind!"
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The rig was galloping off down the pike, the rooms of the farmhouse jumped to life, water was boiling for a bath, the coal stove was heating an iron to press the gown, the mother was rushing about with a fringe of hairpins in her mouth. "What's come over you, Ann? You don't like Tom!"
"That's true." Ann stopped amidst the great fever.
But it's spring! thought Cecy.
"It's spring," said Ann.
And it's a fine night for dancing, thought Cecy.
"... for dancing," murmured Ann, Leary.
+++
Then she was in the tub and the soap creaming on her white seal shoulders, small nests of soap beneath her arms, and the flesh of her warm breasts moving in her hands and Cecy moving the mouth, making the smile, keeping the actions going. There must be no pause, no hesitation, or the entire pantomime might fall in ruins! Ann Leary must be kept moving, doing, acting, wash here, soap there, now out! Rub with a towel! Now perfume and powder!
"You!" Ann caught herself in the mirror, all whiteness and pinkness like lilies and carnations. "Who are you tonight?"
"I'm a girl seventeen." Cecy gazed from her violet eyes. "You can't see me. Do you know I'm here?"
Ann Leary shook her head. "I've rented my body to an April witch, for sure."
"Close, very close!" laughed Cecy. "Now, on with your dressing."
The luxury of feeling good clothes move over an ample body! And then the halloo outside.
"Ann, Tom's back!"
"Tell him to wait." Ann sat down suddenly. "Tell him I'm not going to that dance."
"What?" said her mother, in the door.
+++
Cecy snapped back into attention. It had been a fatal relaxing, a fatal moment of leaving Ann's body for only an instant. She had heard the distant sound of horses' hoofs and the rig rambling through moonlit spring country. For a second she thought, I'll go find Tom and sit in his head and see what it's like to be in a man of twenty-two on a night like this. And so she had started quickly across a heather field, but now, like a bird to a cage, flew back and rustled and beat about in Ann Leary's head.
"Tell him to go away!"
"Ann!" Cecy settled down and spread her thoughts.
But Ann had the bit in her mouth now. "No, no, I hate him!"
I shouldn't have left - even for a moment. Cecy poured her mind into the hands of the young girl, into the heart, into the head, softly, softly. Stand up, she thought.
Ann stood.
Put on your coat!
Ann put on her coat.
Now, march!
No! thought Ann Leary.
March!
"Ann," said her mother, "don't keep Tom waiting another minute. You get on out there now and no nonsense. What's come over you?"
"Nothing, Mother. Good night. We'll be home late."
+++
Ann and Cecy ran together into the spring evening.
A room full of softly dancing pigeons ruffling their quiet, trailing feathers, a room full of peacocks, a room full of rainbow eyes and lights. And in the center of it, around, around, around, danced Ann Leary.
"Oh, it is a fine evening," said Cecy.
"Oh, it's a fine evening," said Ann.
"You're odd," said Tom.
The music whirled them in dimness, in rivers of song, they floated, they bobbed, they sank down, they arose for air, they gasped, they clutched each other like drowning people and whirled on again, in fan motions, in whispers and sighs, to "Beautiful Ohio."
Cecy hummed. Ann's lips parted and the music came out.
"Yes, I'm odd," said Cecy.
"You're not the same," said Tom.
"No, not tonight."
"You're not the Ann Leary I knew."
"No, not at all, at all," whispered Cecy, miles and miles away. "No, not at all," said the moved lips.
"I've the funniest feeling," said Tom.
"About what?"
"About you." He held her back and danced her and looked into her glowing face, watching for something. "Your eyes," he said, "I can't figure it."
"Do you see me?" asked Cecy.
"Part of you's here, Ann, and part of you's not." Tom turned her carefully, his face uneasy.
"Yes."
"Why did you come with me?"
"I didn't want to come," said Ann.
"Why, then?"
"Something made me."
"What?"
"I don't know." Ann's voice was faintly hysterical.
+++
"Now, now, hush, hush," whispered Cecy. "Hush, that's it. Around, around."
They whispered and rustled and rose and fell away in the dark room, with the music moving and turning them.
"But you did come to the dance," said Tom.
"I did," said Cecy.
"Here." And he danced her lightly out an open door and walked her quietly away from the hall and the music and the people.
They climbed up and sat together in the rig.
"Ann," he said, taking her hands, trembling. "Ann." But the way he said the name it was as if it wasn't her name. He kept glancing into her pale face, and now her eyes were open again. "I used to love you, you know that," he said.
"I know."
"But you've always been fickle and I didn't want to be hurt."
"It's just as well, we're very young," said Ann.
"No, I mean to say, I'm sorry," said Cecy.
"What do you mean?" Tom dropped her hands and stiffened.
The night was warm and the smell of the earth shimmered up all about them where they sat, and the fresh trees breathed one leaf against another in a shaking and rustling.
"I don't know," said Ann.
"Oh, but I know," said Cecy. "You're tall and you're the finest-looking man in all the world. This is a good evening; this is an evening I'll always remember, being with you." She put out the alien cold hand to find his reluctant hand again and bring it back, and warm it and hold it very tight.
"But," said Tom, blinking, "tonight you're here, you're there. One minute one way, the next minute another. I wanted to take you to the dance tonight for old times' sake. I meant nothing by it when I first asked you. And then, when we were standing at the well, I knew something had changed, really changed, about you. You were different. There was something new and soft, something..." He groped for a word. "I don't know, I can't say. The way you looked. Something about your voice. And I know I'm in love with you again."
"No," said Cecy. "With me, with we."
"And I'm afraid of being in love with you," he said. "You'll hurt me again."
"I might," said Ann.
No, no, I'd love you with all my heart! thought Cecy. Ann, say it to him, say it for me. Say you'd love him with all your heart.
Ann said nothing.
Tom moved quietly closer and put his hand up to hold her chin. "I'm going away. I've got a job a hundred miles from here. Will you miss me?"
"Yes," said Ann and Cecy.
"May I kiss you good-bye, then?"
"Yes," said Cecy before anyone else could speak.
He placed his lips to the strange mouth. He kissed the strange mouth and he was trembling.
Ann sat like a white statue.
"Ann!" said Cecy. "Move your arms, hold him!"
She sat like a carved wooden doll in the moonlight.
Again he kissed her lips.
"I do love you," whispered Cecy. "I'm here, it's me you saw in her eyes it's me, and I love you if she never will."
He moved away and seemed like a man who had run a long distance. He sat beside her. "I don't know what's happening. For a moment there..."
"Yes?" asked Cecy.
"For a moment I thought -" He put his hands to his eyes. "Never mind. Shall I take you home now?"
"Please," said Ann Leary.
+++
He clucked to the horse, snapped the reins tiredly, and drove the rig away. They rode in the rustle and slap and motion of the moonlit rig in the still early, only eleven o'clock spring night, with the shining meadows and sweet fields of clover gliding by.
And Cecy, looking at the fields and meadows, thought, 'It would be worth it, it would be worth everything to be with him from this night on.' And she heard her parents' voices again, faintly, "Be careful. You wouldn't want to lose your magical powers, would you - married to a mere mortal? Be careful. You wouldn't want that."
Yes, yes, thought Cecy, even that I'd give up, here and now, if he would have me. I wouldn't need to roam the spring nights then, I wouldn't need to live in birds and dogs and cats and foxes, I'd need only to be with him. Only him. Only him.
The road passed under, whispering.
"Tom," said Ann at last.
"What?" He stared coldly at the road, the horse, the trees, the sky, the stars.
"If you're ever, in years to come, at any time, in Green Town, Illinois, a few miles from here, will you do me a favour?"
"Perhaps."
"Will you do me the favour of stopping and seeing a friend of mine?" Ann Leary said this haltingly, awkwardly.
"Why?"
"She's a good friend. I've told her of you. I'll give you her address. Just a moment." When the rig stopped at her farm she drew forth a pencil and paper from her small purse and wrote in the moonlight, pressing the paper to her knee. "There it is. Can you read it?"
He glanced at the paper and nodded bewilderedly.
"Cecy Elliott, 12 Willow Street, Green Town, Illinois," he said.
"Will you visit her someday?" asked Ann.
"Someday," he said.
"Promise?"
"What has this to do with us?" he cried savagely. "What do I want with names and papers?" He crumpled the paper into a tight ball and shoved it in his coat.
"Oh, please promise!" begged Cecy.
"... promise..." said Ann.
"All right, all right, now let me be!" he shouted.
+++
I'm tired, thought Cecy. I can't stay I have to go home. I'm weakening. I've only the power to stay a few hours out like this in the night, travelling, travelling. But before I go...
"... before I go," said Ann.
She kissed Tom on the lips.
"This is me kissing you," said Cecy.
Tom held her off and looked at Ann Leary and looked deep, deep inside. He said nothing, but his face began to relax slowly, very slowly, and the lines vanished away, and his mouth softened from its hardness, and he looked deep again into the moonlit face held here before him.
Then he put her off the rig and without so much as a good night was driving swiftly down the road.
Cecy let go.
Ann Leary, crying out, released from prison, it seemed, raced up the moonlit path to her house and slammed the door.
+++
Cecy lingered for only a little while. In the eyes of a cricket she saw the spring night world. In the eyes of a frog she sat for a lonely moment by a pool. In the eyes of a night bird she looked down from a tall, moon-haunted elm and saw the light go out in two farmhouses, one here, one a mile away. She thought of herself and her family, and her strange power, and the fact that no one in the family could ever marry any one of the people in this vast world out here beyond the hills.
"Tom?" Her weakening mind flew in a night bird under the trees and over deep fields of wild mustard. "Have you still got the paper, Tom? Will you come by someday, some year, sometime, to see me? Will you know me then? Will you look in my face and remember then where it was you saw me last and know that you love me as I love you, with all my heart for all time?"
She paused in the cool night air, a million miles from towns and people, above farms and continents and rivers and hills. "Tom?" Softly.
Tom was asleep. It was deep night; his clothes were hung on chairs or folded neatly over the end of the bed. And in one silent, carefully upflung hand upon the white pillow, by his head, was a small piece of paper with writing on it. Slowly, slowly, a fraction of an inch at a time, his fingers closed down upon and held it tightly. And he did not even stir or notice when a blackbird, faintly, wondrously, beat softly for " moment against the clear moon crystals of the windowpane, then, fluttering quietly, stopped and flew away toward the east, over the sleeping earth.
Conclusion
This was a wonderful story. I hope that reprinting it here gave you, the reader, some pleasure in our crazy, mad and strange world.
Stories that Inspired Me
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Posts Regarding Life and Contentment
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More Posts about Life
I have broken apart some other posts. They can best be classified about ones actions as they contribute to happiness and life. They are a little different, in subtle ways.
All over the internet you can see advice on what a woman looks for in a man, and what a man looks for in a woman. There are many such articles. Most are subjective and have cultural, regional and ethnic biases. Here is what I, as an American man looks for in a woman regardless as to what her race is, what culture she is from, and her age….
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Introduction
When I was younger I didn’t really know what to look for in a woman. My ideas of beauty and relationships came from popular movies, television and the magazines of the time.
In fact, my uncles made fun of my first girlfriend because she was so very thin and petite. They told me “she’s too thin. Trust me, you want a girl with meat on her bones…“. I didn’t believe them then, but I can totally see the point that they were trying to make. Their wives (my aunties) were all hourglass-shaped with impressive chests.
My father told me once “Look at the girls mother to see what she will be like when she gets older”. Again, I had no clue what he was talking about. Now… well, let’s say that I fully understand the point that he was trying to make. No, it’s not a direct correlation, but there is a genetic component that cannot be ignored.
The List
Over the years I have learned and experienced various things. This has led me to come up with a few conclusions about relationships. Especially my own. When a man, such as myself, thinks about a woman we look at number of key features. These features are important. In fact they are critically important.
Appearance
Sex
Domestic Concern
Companionship
Personality
Self Confidence
Respect
Family Devotion
Spirituality
Shared Values
Of course, there are many other factors that we could include here. But, this is not intended to be an exhaustive study, or some kind of PC narrative. Let’s consider what I, myself, look for in women. This is my list. The things in it are absolutely critical. You take one item out from that list, and there will be no relationship. Period.
But, I’m not other people. So if you want to generate your own list and criteria for comparisons, go straight ahead. I’m not going to stop you. This is my list, and these are my comparisons…
[1] A Woman’s Appearance
A man looks for a woman that he is physically attracted to.
Is this a truth or what? I have read some websites on the internet, obviously from a woman’s perspective, and they don’t even list appearance as a criteria. Yet it is perhaps the most important, and the most common NO MATTER WHERE YOU LIVE. Girls in Zambia Africa will get all dressed up and perfect, as will women in Communist China.
All over the world, women have bodies that scream “look at me”.
Here is a traditional Zambian wedding. Look at how beautiful everyone is. Don’t you just love it? So amazing! Look at those smiles. Look at how they take care of their appearance and the happy attitude.
Appearance is the first thing that a man looks for in a woman. This might sound so trivial in today’s modern progressive narrative, but it is a biologically proven fact. So, if you still want to believe in fantasies, Peter Rabbit, the Tooth Fairy and Santa Claus, you can leave.
Sorry, but it has to be said. The good news is, every man is attracted to a different type of woman and has his own personal tastes. Meaning, I am in no way suggesting a woman has to fit a certain image of ‘beauty’ in order to be considered ‘wife material.’
But, as is true for both men and women, there needs to be a physical attraction between two partners to kick off a relationship, which also plays an important part in holding it together.-The Good Man Project
We men want a woman who we are attracted to.
Attraction has to do with a combination of [1] physical shape, [2] physical appearance, [3] personal grooming, and [4] behavior.
I have seen women who have “rockin’” bodies, who dress like trailer-park trash, and were a total turn off. I have seen women who look good and yet sound like a foul-mouthed sailor when they speak. I have seen women who didn’t know how to walk in high heels and went clunk-clunk-clunk as they walked down the street. Yuck!
The character “Joy” in the television series “My Name is Earl” is a good example of a beautiful girl who is not attractive. I am sure that in person, as an actress, she is really nice. But the person who she plays is rude, brash, unmannered and uncouth. It is not attractive.
This might be surprising, but us guys really like to look at women. I really don’t know why.
It’s not a sexual thing. Oh, I suppose that some assholes like to make cat-calls and holler at the ladies, but for the most of us we are just content to watch the girls come and go. In fact, if the restaurant has a lot of women inside, I am drawn to eating there. It’s a male quirk I guess.
That being said, some things often minor things can really detract from a woman’s appearance. For instance, I have seen beautiful women, who walked and carry themselves well, wearing black high heel shoes with the red under-sole. Only to have a big white price tag sticker on the bottom.
Instead of watching her, and the way she walks, you end up focusing on that stupid price tag on the bottom of her shoe. Talk about distraction away from the image form!
Ladies please keep this in mind. Please take the labels off the clothes when you buy them. It’s terribly distracting. You see a beautiful woman walking down the road with nice dress, beautiful legs and all you can focus on is the white price tag on the bottom of the shoe. Ugh!
Remember, appearance is more than just physical shape. It is also about grooming and attitude. Here’s a Chinese girl dressed in a simple dress. She is clean and well-groomed. Her hair is clean. Her overall appearance is positive and nice. Who wouldn’t want to be with her?
I am not talking about it in a sexual way either. I am saying that she seems so nice. I would just love to take her to a coffee house and share a cheese cake with her. She would be nice to stroll along the boardwalk with. Wouldn’t you like to play in a casino with her? Come on!
In general, men and women are about the same in this regards. A woman wants a man that takes care of his appearance. She wants him to be well groomed, clean, and neat. She wants him to be tidy; to wear clean clothes and have good manners.
I think both men and women are the same in this regard.
Men are the same. We look for a woman that also takes care of their appearance. We like the women in our lives to be well-groomed, clean and tidy. Look at this beauty. Man! What a kind smile. She looks right at you and that mouth is so sweet. What is not to love?
Here is a beautiful American girl. Look at that smile. Look at that amazing body. What a stunner! I tell you what! She has a nice figure, and is clean and well attired. She isn’t wearing a lot of makeup or jewelry. Her attractiveness is her sweetness.
Now, let it be well known that there are a wide range of American female body styles that I personally find quite alluring. This includes tall leggy women, to short chubby cuties. I think that many would be amazed at the things that they do, act, dress, or look like that I find amazingly attractive.
So I am not going to bad-mouth any of the particularly awesome women that live in America. I tell you the truth, there are some American women that think that they aren’t that good looking, that I would die to be with. For instance…
When I lived in Boston, there was a 30-something woman who worked in a brick-a-brack store in Brookline.
She was very curvy, and maybe wore a size 18. She had shaved her hair really short, and wore really red lipstick. Not my type. Yet, I had such the hots for her. OMG! Every-time I tried to talk with her, I would get so flustered. She hadn't a clue how mesmerized I was for her.
It is sort of like how a woman who looks at my shoulders (and arms) and wonders how nice it would be to rest their head there and be held. I too look at women in this way. However, I think more in terms of having my head resting on their chest softly, and their fingers in my hair.
Men and women are more similar than we will admit to in public.
Look at this awesome beauty! Look at that amazing head of hair! Look at the tiny waist and hour-glass shape. Man! She must have all the guys chasing after her. Now pay attention. What an amazing smile. I’ll tell you what, the smile opens up my heart.
All this being said, I don’t like to be with a girl that is heavier than I am. It’s a personal preference. I also am not really attracted to a woman who is taller than I am either. I don’t know why, it just doesn’t do anything for me. We all have likes and dislikes. Mine are strong, please do not be offended;
I don’t like to be with a woman that is heavier than I am.
I am uncomfortable with a woman that is taller than I am.
I also am a little skiddish about polydactylism. It’s not that I am revolted if the girl has seven fingers on each hand, but I’m a little freaked out about it.
I feel like this is similar to a woman that doesn’t want a man that is shorter than she is. Or that doesn’t want a man with a bald spot on the top of his head. Or, maybe a man that has a big scraggly beard that is full of crumbs and such. Or, maybe a man that chews chewing tobacco.
Men and women, we all have our preferences.
[2] Having Sex
Honestly, you have to be a fucking moron not to realize that men want sex.
Heck, it’s more that just that. We need it. It is genetically programmed into males and become the focus of everything that we do. From what career we enter, to what cars we drive, to how much money we make. The driving force behind it all is getting sex. Smart women understand this.
Well, that is what we are genetically programmed for. Women are genetically programmed to have babies and to take care of them. This comment, found on Twitter, illustrates how silly some people can be about basic gender roles. It shows their ignorance. It shows that they will forever be destined to live alone or find a beta male to mate with. Sad. Sad. Sad.
Any man who says that he doesn’t need, like or want sex, is either lying or homosexual. It is never the truth because sexual needs, and preferences are genetically encoded by the male chromosome. If you do not understand this, study biology 101.
What? You think that the woman’s “biological clock” is imaginary? It’s a well-known fact of life that transcends society and national boundaries.
Men and males have the same thing. Except is is called “the need to reproduce”.
The Loony Tunes character “Pepe Le Pew” is based on the raw instincts that all males have. When we were children and watched the cartoons we knew instinctively what what going on. Yet today in the SJW saturated American culture, we are supposed to ignore the basic facts of life and accept a reality of non-genders. Nonsense!
This is how it works. Once we find an attractive woman that raises our interest, the very next thing we wonder about is having sex with her.
That is the way it is, and no SJW rewriting of culture is going to change the biology of males. In a way we are just like dogs and are led about by our “pecker” all the time. Smart women know this. Smarter women use it, and profit from it in numerous ways.
Different people have different things that get them aroused sexually. I like to believe that most men prefer the female body in it’s various forms and shapes. Sometimes they like, in my view, some rather strange manifestations in interest.
Online porn is not a multi-billion industry for nothing.
Prostitution still exists because men are men, no matter how hard society, religion and zealots try to stamp it out. Men are males with fundamental male interests and needs.
The sexual desires that men have vary from individual to individual. Some men really love oral sex, others are “meh”. Some men must have anal sex, while other go “yech!”. Every man is different.
That being said, sex is an individual experience. What might be fantastic for one fellow, might be terribly boring for another. That is why there are fetishes.
Some men like big boobs, others like big asses, and still others like big feet. Some men are mesmerized by a nice set of legs, while others like strange and unusual sexual positions. And yes, some men really like huge women, and others like small tiny ladies. Everyone is different.
Now, isn’t this the saddest expression that you have ever seen? A man NEEDS sex. If he is married, he expects sex from his wife, and when he decides to marry her, it was an expectation that he had. For her to be so ignorant of his needs, and so very selfish about their relationship shows that he needs to leave her ASAP.
It doesn’t JUST vary from person to person, but from culture to culture.
Oh, and by the way, women like sex just as much as men do. It’s just cultural in how it manifests. For example, here is a cartoon discussing relationships between and man and woman in Thailand. LOL.
The initiation of sex and relationships vary from culture to culture. In Thailand, for example, the relationships tend to be different than that of the United States. This is true for most of Asia.
[3] Domestic Care & Concern
Here is where I sound like an old foggy-head man. However, a woman who is control of her home, tends to be in control of her life.
A woman who is in control of her home is in control of her life.
When I see that she takes care of her clothes, makes sure that the house is well run, ordered and that she knows how to cook, I start to get really interested in her. You see, in my mind, a woman who is in control of her life, would also be able to take control of my life as well.
Men will give their LIFE, their MONEY, and their very BEING to a woman deserving of it.
I once went on a date with a woman. She was nice, and attractive. To get ready for the date, I of course was presentable and clean, and I made sure that the car was washed and detailed. I picked her up. I then opened the door for her and buckled her in. (This was America, I'd never do it in China.) And we went off.
During the drive she pulled out some chewing gum and was chewing it. You know, for a pleasant tasting mouth. But, you know, she did something disturbing to me. She threw the chewing gum wrapper on my nice newly cleaned floor...
Later, after dinner, she couldn't find her lipstick, and emptied her purse on the table, and had to sort through old scraps of paper, receipts and brick-a-bract. The date ended, and we went our separate ways.
We had fun, but I never wanted to be back with her again. You know, she probably doesn't understand why.
Men need a companion that they can turn to, rely upon, and have a family with. This means responsibility. We need a good strong willed woman without baggage and problems. Seriously, isn’t that what women look for also?
Now, of course, most modern and "liberated" women don't think like this in the Untied States. They are "independent". They can get and have their own careers, and live their own lives. Sure they can. And, be childless and unmarried into their 40's.
The cost of being a "liberated" American female is quite steep.
It is not reality.
It is an artificially constructed narrative to seduce people into certain set behaviors. If you want to see what works for couples, then look at how families are set up in Africa. Look at how families are run in Poland. Look at how families exist in China. Five thousand years of experience won’t lie.
The 1998 movie pleasantville depicted a sort of revisionist narrative of what might happen if a modern person were to step back into time and life life as it used to be in the 1960’s. Contrary to the popular narrative, there is nothing wrong with traditional marriage and a man giving everything to his wife. In return, the wife becomes domestic and cares for him, their children, their home and their finances. She makes sure that the man can work, be relaxed and strive to improve their life. That is the traditional method, and that is what many men search for.
A traditional life WORKS. Most men WANT a traditional long-term relationship. They will give everything for it.
I fear many men, especially those afraid "to make the leap" in marriage are not convinced or ready to allow a woman to take over part or all of his life.
For a man, this is a BIG commitment.
He is not only letting the woman into his life, but he is giving her access forever to all that he earns. He is allowing her to dictate and instruct him on behavior, dress, and recreation. If the man is truly in love, and if he believes that this woman can take on that domestic role; she will GET EVERYTHING he can offer.
A man who gives everything to his wife will never leave her. For she literally BECOMES everything to him. So, have you ever wondered why divorce was so rare prior to the 1970’s? Divorce became commonplace when traditional roles fell from popularity. So ladies, if you want a man that will be YOURS… forever and would never abandon you, then you should make a reappraisal of your value system. You won’t get it on a progressive ideology. You will ONLY get it with a Conservative Traditional ideology.
When a man gets married, he should be ready to share his life. This often means letting your wife take over portions of it so you no longer have to. A good, and strong, woman will be able to manage the home. If she can manage the home, she can help the man become a success.
We have a saying that goes something a little like this; “Behind every successful man is a strong woman.”
As I get older, I see how true this is. My friends who are all very successful, all have strong and well-organized wives. They all also have relinquished some things to the wife in exchange for her domestic support. This includes [1] all of the finances. [2] What he eats. [3] How he dresses. [4] His exercises, and [5] how they relate to family matters.
Oh, and please forget that nonsense Hollywood narrative of what a traditional conservative woman is. (Where a traditional woman wears Amish style hats, and lives a life right out of the “The Handmaids Tale”.) That is propaganda. Do you, yes YOU, personally know anyone that is really like this? You don’t. That’s my point. It is an artificial narrative. It’s all Bull Shit.
Today, a conservative wife might have a body covered in tattoos, ear and nose rings and purple hair. She will wear leggings, take selfies on the smart-phone, and have multiple university degrees. My Lord, it isn’t about appearances. It’s about what is inside.
That is true. It is about what is inside. It is the light that resides inside the woman’s body that that special man can see and can appreciate. yes it is. It is all about the energy that lies inside…
Chinese women, as well as African, Polish, Russian, and Indian women don’t sit around watching the boob-tube, or play games on the cell-phone all day long. They do what ever is necessary to make THEIR household a success.
The manage the fiances.
They budget the household.
They allocate resources to jointly improve their standard of living.
They make sure everyone is eating well and healthy.
They are a model for their community and familial relations.
They make sure that the husband has everything he needs.
They push and help the husband grow as a provider.
They instruct the husband on how to behave, and act.
They make sure that the husband is presentable and carries himself well.
While they do occasionally play games, take selfies and have fun, their primary role is as a family manager. Traditional women are like full-on lionesses.
Over the years, in America, this has become treated like some kind of joke on contemporary television, on collage campuses, and in female magazines. That is a real shame. Because when both the husband and the wife work together for their family anything is possible. I tell you the truth. This is a fact. All of my friends that are successful work hand-in-hand with their wives in this manner.
Their wives take care of them.
They (the wives) set the pace, they control the family fiances. They establish the diet. They determine where to live. They set the goals. They establish the direction. The man in turn, give his everything to his wife in the complete 100% loyal trust that she will get both of them where they both want to be. For if you really do this, anything is possible.
[4] Companionship
I always look for companionship when I see a woman who interests me. I wonder if they would they be fun and interesting to be with. I wonder if this woman would be THE woman who I can devote my time with.
I always look for companionship when I see a woman who interests me. I wonder if they would they be fun and interesting to be with. I wonder if we could talk about really deep and interesting subjects. I wonder if they would be willing to share in my hobbies. I look for companions.
This is true for most men.
Spend time, meaningful and precious time, with those you love. Make your time quality time. Buy an ice cream cone with your retired father. Take you mother out of a morning breakfast. Call up one of your friends and go to the beach or hike in a local park. Spend time together. Companionship.
Now, most women are confused with what this means. They search for romance. They could care less about companionship. This is sad, because romance comes from companionship.
Romance is spawned from companionship.
My wife and I took a trip to Thailand, and while on a drinking binge, the taxi driver drove us to the middle of no where and abandoned us there. We had to struggle and make our way back to the hotel. That bungle was an adventure, but my wife well remembers the rural village BBQ meal as the dawn broke through the clouds, and the orange light that shined on our toes in the sand. Romantic times are unplanned. They come from companionship.
Every man that I know (with cultural differences, of course) looks for a companion. We feel empty inside without a companion; a special friend that we can share our life with. This is so very important. Forget the James Dean Rebel narrative. All men need a special lady in his life. This lady is a person that he is very comfortable with and one that he wants to obtain experiences and adventures with.
The idea that men are worthless and useless, especially white traditional Americans, is a progressive narrative. It has been around since the late 1970’s, but has really picked up speed during the Bill Clinton years, and completely got out of hand during the Obama years. This narrative has been promoted in the American media and software for quite some time. Check out this screen capture;
This is a screen capture of a comment train taken on 16SEP18. Have your eyes open, you can easily see how true this is. Do not fall for the progressive narrative. It is a lie. Go ahead do a Google Image Search for “white women with white men”. Go ahead. The image result is completely out of touch with the racial demographics of the nations. It does not match. This disconnect strongly implicates a propagandized narrative.
[5] A Woman’s Personality
Another thing that guys look for in a woman is personality. We are attracted to kindness, softness, sweetness, and compassion.
This is such a true statement that I feel that I need to repeat it. We are attracted to kindness. We are attracted to softness. We are attracted to sweetness. We are attracted to compassion.
When I come across a particularly militant American woman, I am immediately repelled. Especially when that person wants to lecture me on “white privilege” or some kind of populist nonsense that other weaker men accept. Don’t be a ugly bullyish brute of a woman. It’s not becoming.
Become the ideal. Your life is within your hands.
Look at this pretty American girl. I have to admit that I have a thing for short frilly dresses. This is true whether they are black, or colorful. There is something really attractive about them. Man, she does look great in polka-dots. Wouldn’t you just love to go out on the town and have a cup of coffee and a cheese cake with this woman? I would buy her a grinder (subway sandwich) and a coke any day of the year!
To be honest, when I meet a woman and I get to know them, I am looking for companionship. I look for kindness. I look for care. I wonder how they treat animals, and the waitress. I watch how they behave around others, and what they think about things.
When I meet a new woman, I wonder if they would like to accompany me for dinner, dancing, and any of the hobbies that I love to partake in. Since I love wine, a non-drinker and myself might not fit together well. Since I love animals, when I am talking to a woman, I wonder if they would also be part of my life with dogs and cats. Since I love tomatoes, bacon, and gardens I wonder what their thoughts are on these subjects.
The personality that a woman has eventually dominates a man’s interest. In other words, while a man is firstly attracted to a woman’s look, and sexual appeal, it is her personality that will keep him by her side forever.
Never forget this. A kind personality will be the glue when the stresses of life become too unbearable.
[6] Self Confidence
One of the most important traits for both men and women is self-confidence. This is something that is hard to describe, but is fundamental to success in life.
The truth is that I am not at all handsome, but women are interested in spending time with me. When I ask them why, they tell me that it is for other reasons. They just chuckle, and smile. They say I’m being silly. Sometimes they push me on my chest and say “oh, you know why!“.
I chalk up the reasons to being positive, happy, interesting and having good self-confidence.
Because that is exactly what turns me on in a woman.
When I take a woman out, I want to be able to talk about things. I want to be able to talk about tomato plants, favorite foods, dogs and cats, and thoughts about life. I want to be with a person that isn’t so fucking sensitive that I am afraid of being who I am. I want to be accepted for me, and if you don’t like it, to Hell with you. The same goes double for women.
I would NEVER tell a woman that she shouldn’t eat dessert because she needed to count her calories. I would never order for a woman unless she specifically asks that I do so. I would never say anything hurtful to her in public, or in private. Any arguments that we might have would be honest, and intentionally scripted to avoid emotional out-lash. As such, I would not tolerate sitting down with a woman who wanted to lecture me on the injustices of the world. No one likes a scold. Really.
No one.
People with confidence typically try to help others. They don’t try to change anyone. This is because they are happy with who they are, and other people do not factor in their personalities. People with low self esteem are the opposite. They feel that they have to control everything around them.
Men and women want to be around people with high self confidence. They will be accepted by them as they are without question.
[7] Respect
I have dated American women who have berated me in public. I have seen them talk bad about me behind my back. I have seen them make jokes about me. I have seen them be rude to me to my face. I have seen them think it was fun making fun of me while I just sat there and took it.
That was years ago. Now I know better. Now I know my place in this world; good or bad, right or wrong. I just don’t tolerate that nonsense like I used to. No more.
Today, now; my tolerance for this nonsense is zero.
Let me explain. Let’s begin with a story about an experience I had while I was working at GM. This story illustrates that different places has different cultures, and failure to understand and adapt to that culture can have serious consequences.
In this case, the story revolves around the public display of a lack of respect of a wife towards her husband.
I once was involved in some business in Brazil. As such, I had to travel back and forth between the United States and Brazil. I was, at that time, working for Delco Electronics (It's who we are), which was (at that time) a division of General Motors. I was involved in a Car computer project (ECM) for CEV, which is a pretty big Automotive company within Brazil.
This event took place in Brazil.
One day, all of the foreigners on staff were invited to a big banquet with other white-collar workers at CEV. We had some pretty important people from GM there. It was held in a big auditorium within a equally impressively large restaurant and hotel complex. Everyone sat at these very large round tables with a nice table layout on a large white tablecloth. Each couple (for the most part, everyone came as a couple) would sit in groups of two at the table. Thus, maybe five to 6 couples would sit at the table.
At a given cue, all the ladies (the wives and girlfriends) got up and went to the buffet to get their man (husbands or boyfriends) dinner. They got up, went to the buffet, selected what their husbands would eat, and returned to the table. They would place the plate in front of their man with respect, and then go up and get their own food.
The men would accept the meal their wife chose for them, and began eating it. They would sit there and eat, while all the ladies were fussing about their food, and making sure that the man's plate was full. They, each one, was particularly careful in what they selected for their man's plate. Some wives selected mostly vegetables, while others made sure that the man had goodly portions of meat.
However, the local section manager, a man who came from Michigan, well his wife refused to go up. He kept on elbowing her. She refused. And everyone at the table noticed. In fact, people at the other tables were noticing as well. They started talking. But she was adamant.
She said things like "you're not my boss", "I'm not doing it, uh uh, absolutely not. No!", and "I don't care what other people think. Do it yourself.".
Eventually, he got up and joined the rest of the ladies at the buffet counter. He was the only man to get up. He was the only man to carry a plate back to the table. He was alone in the big hall that maybe held a few hundred key employees of the company.
All of the key employees, the bosses and the supervisory staff, watched him do this. The President of CEV, the division managers, all the middle level managers, the supervisors, and all the engineers, and their secretaries all witnessed this. They all noticed and ate. Their local conversations at their tables became subdued and quieter.
Meanwhile, his wife sat there smugly and proudly. They ate in silence. The wife, sitting proud and strong. He sat there facing his plate and afraid to look up. This happened in front of everyone, while everyone else in the room kept glancing their way.
The dinner ended. Everyone went home.
The next workday, on Monday, he noticed that his parking space was being used by someone else. (Unless you have worked in GM, you don't know how important this is.) He went into the lobby, and the guards wouldn't look at him, and just waved him in. This was a big change from what he accustomed to.
It continued. His secretary didn't come in. Then, started coming in very late. She would not do anything that he asked. No longer would she make him a morning coffee. No longer would she answer him, or even talk to him.
No one responded to his emails. His work was getting piled up. Nothing was getting done. After a month, it got so bad, and I was sent down to look into the matter, as I held an important role in the joint-venture project. Our Division manager wanted me to look into this issue as it looked like the entire multi-million dollar project might collapse. That's right, millions of dollars of corporate investment was at risk.
So I flew down.
I talked to XXXXX. I talked to his secretary. I talked to the CEV Division Manager. I talked to the rest of the staff.
At first no one would open up. Oh, sure they were friendly to me. They showed me deference. They treated me well. But when it came to the subject about what was going on, everyone shut up. Obviously something was wrong. But no one told me anything.
Eventually, to make a long story short, I went out and started drinking with the CEV workers. That's always a great way to break down barriers and get to the heart of the matter. Of course, GM never approves of drinking, but this was back in the late 1980's and I was in another country and immersed in another culture.
Over some beers, the first person who let me know what was going on was his secretary. She looked at me straight in the eyes. She put out her cigarette. And she said in her broken English, loudly with defiance and pure hate;
"Why? You ask. Why? Because he's a fucking wimp. He's not, NOT, N-O-T a Man. He's castrado!"
Then she spit on the floor. Now granted, most ladies don't go to bars, smoke and spit on the floor. But she had a few beers, and was really agitated.
She wasn't just angry. She wasn't just pissed. She had this kind of deep burning ember of a rage that amazed me when it came out. I thought she was going to tear my throat out. She spoke viciously. She spoke in a way that the words were spit out venomously.
It turned out that in Brazilian culture, the man must be the MAN of the house. It is a very traditional nation and has unspoken social rules. One of which is that the woman must look good for her man. She must do great things for their Man, and for her family.
In Brazil, the Man is the titular head of the family. He controls everything. He is the "face" of the family. He is what everyone sees. However, the wife has full control over what goes on inside the house. She is the driving force that strengthens the man.
The Man is the head of the family, and he must LEAD. If he cannot be a Man; if he cannot act like a Man, and if he cannot control the behavior of his wife and family, then he is a loser.
in Brazil, you do not want to associate with losers. Not in the least. It is like being a leper.
The point in this is that he wasn't just a wimp to his wife. He was a wimp to society. From the secretary's point of view, she went from being a high assistant to an international boss, to the slave of a beggar. No, to someone worse than a beggar. Her status in the company fell right off the cliff.
Not only that, but that was true of everyone who associated with him. It was as if he had a serious contagious illness. no one wanted anything to do with him. No one would even talk to him.
It was like he was a child predator who had aids.
Shortly after that, I returned back to Indiana and talked with the Division Manager at Delco. We had a long and interesting talk. To cut down on all the details, let it be understood that my boss sent him back to the States. His two year stint in Brazil was cut short.
He was only there for four months.
Now, this is important. The thing is, when he returned home, there was no role for him to fill. His old job and position was already filled. He was a high-priced expensive executive with no home. Yes, for a short while they put him on "overhead", but eventually he was told to leave. They gave him a severance package. And that was it.
Years later, I heard that he spent a few years unemployed. He could never go back to GM, and his experience was too specialized. Eventually he took up contract work at a much lower pay grade. I do not know what happened since then, except that I know that he had to give up his free car, and had to sell the house at a loss. I do know that he moved into a small apartment later on. And, well, that's about all I know about him and his situation.
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What does this all mean?
A good wife can make a man into a strong leader. He can become important, successful and wealthy. His family would profit and benefit. His life, and the lives of all those around him would improve. A weak or poor wife would do the opposite. A bad woman can destroy the life of the man that she is with. This can be through destruction of his self-esteem (which needs to be maintained for career success) to improperly managing family finances, to everything in between.
Men, choose your wives carefully.
In my little story, a true one at that, Mr. XXXXXX ‘s wife not only destroyed his role (and great career opportunity) in Brazil, but also wiped out his stable career at GM. Unable to find work, he had to settle for a different kind of labor, one without a career, without any kind of advancement. I am sure that his piece-of-shit wife berated him the entire time. Telling him what a loser he was for his life, and not taking responsibility for all the destruction that she herself, wrecked.
People. This is real life. This is not a television show. This is not a movie. This is not all unicorns prancing under a progressive rainbow, where gay people, and LGBT folk are all living in united harmony. This is the real frigging’ deal.
Learn, from my experiences, or don’t.
There is a sizable percentage of Americans who believe that the progressive illusion can actually manifest. They spend their days glued to their electronic media to such a point that they are completely out of touch with reality. People, there is no such thing as unicorns, and rainbows will still have a cantankerous leprechaun guarding that big old pot of gold.
What does this mean?
Different societies have different roles for men and women. This is an important part of culture. When you come from one society where washing your ass with your left hand is acceptable, you might have trouble adapting to a society where you shake everyone’s left hand. Yikes!
Over the years, I have lived in numerous non-American societies where the man is treated very special. I had a girlfriend from Zambia, Africa who would prepare my dinner like I was the Head of State.
She would get dressed up after she cooked my meal, with makeup and attire, and feed me while I sat at the table like a King.
Here’s some fine Zambian food. This is Nshima and beef relish. Doesn’t it look absolutely great. Again, as I have stated before, in the rest of the world you are typically free to drink beer at dinner without having to show your age or an ID. You are also permitted to smoke without fear of arrest.
After making sure that I was well fed, she would clean up afterwards. While I sat there drinking my after dinner coffee.
Once you experience first-rate care, love and concern, you no longer tolerate anything less.
I had a girlfriend from Mexico that always made sure that I was well fed, and insisted that I am comfortable in “my” chair. In fact she guarded it so that no one else would be able to use it. She was there for me, how can I say this, on demand (if you catch my drift).
Once you experience first-rate care, love and concern, you no longer tolerate anything less.
My Chinese wife selects the food I eat, the clothes I wear, and the exercise I do. She wants me to be better than everyone else. She makes sure that I am up to it. She is strong like a tiger in this regard.
She treats me like a powerful mob boss. And, when I leave the house, I act that way in public.
Once you experience first-rate care, love and concern, you no longer tolerate anything less.
Yet, when I visit the United States, I see women acting just horrible. It is as if there is a war on males in the United States. It is disgusting.
To me, it is actually horrifying, as typically the women doing this look like big white water buffalo’s to me, acting like mean and horrible white-trash. They look like they belong on Jerry Springer, more than walking on the public street.
As someone who is used and accustomed to being treated well by extremely beautiful women, I do not tolerate being treated poorly. This is most especially true for any woman that is not up to par in my (personal) attractiveness scale.
Once you experience first-rate care, love and concern, you no longer tolerate anything less.
I am not alone in this. This goes for all Americans who have traveled outside the Untied States. So, in my world, and in my reality, you can either adapt or leave. There is no room for the lowest common denominator.
American women really need to “up their game”.
American men need to stay away from disrespect in all forms.
When both men and women are single, their interests are directed towards other things. The woman wants to be attractive, have fun, and maybe work on a career. A man, working on a career, have fun, and meet girls. Once both get married that all changes. They now have a family and together their family needs both of their attention.
This ability to focus on a family is not something that you learn about on a first date. It is something you discover over time and over numerous dates. The woman discovers just how comfortable the man would be letting her run things. The man discovers whether or not this girl is THE one who can build up a family for him.
It is not only about raising children, working on career goals, a devotion to the elders in the family and a shared sense of adventure. It is also about every aspect of a family. Just how willing is the woman to devote to building up a family, creating a home out of a house and just how important she places a family life in her scale of things.
Here is a transcription of a woman lamenting her decision to forego building a family and instead having a career. Read it and cry.
Every Wednesday, the second hour of my national radio show is the “Male/Female Hour.” A few weeks ago, a woman named Jennifer called in.
For reasons of space, I have somewhat shortened her comments. Every young woman should read them. This is precisely what she said:
“Dennis, I want to get right to it. I’m 50 years old with four college degrees. I was raised by a feminist mother with no father in the home. My mother told me get an education to the maximum level so that you can get out in the world, make a lot of money. And that’s the path I followed. I make adequate money. I don’t make a ton of money. But I do make enough to support my own household.
“I want to tell women in their 20s: Do not follow the path that I followed. You are leading yourself to a life of loneliness. All of your friends will be getting married and having children, and you’re working to compete in the world, and what you’re doing is competing with men.
"Men don’t like competitors. Men want a partner. It took me until my late 40s to realize this.
“And by the time you have your own household with all your own bills, you can’t get off that track, because now you’ve got to make the money to pay your bills. It’s hard to find a partner in your late 40s to date because you also start losing self-confidence about your looks, your body.
"It’s not the same as it was in your 20s.
"You try to do what you can to make your life fulfilling. I have cats and dogs. But it’s lonely when you see your friends having children, going on vacations, planning the lives of their children, and you don’t do anything at night but come home to your cats and dogs. I don’t want other women to do what I have done.”
I asked, “Was it hard for you to make this call?”
She responded: “It was. I want to be anonymous because I don’t want people that I know to really know my true feelings. Because you do act like ‘My career is everything. I love working.’ But it’s a lie on the inside for me. It’s unfortunate. I didn’t realize this until it’s too late. I don’t know if it’s too late. I would like to find somebody to go on vacation with.
“You have other concerns when you get older and you live alone. Who’s going to take you to your medical appointments? If something should happen to you, there’s no other income there to help you. These are things you don’t understand when you’re in your 20s because you don’t think you’ll ever get old and have health problems.
“I’m stuck now because I go to work every day. I smile like I love it, but it’s very painful to not plan a vacation with someone. It’s painful to not have a Thanksgiving dinner with someone. You sit home alone and you do nothing. I avoid my friends now that have children because I have nothing in common with them.
“Somebody asked me the other day, ‘Why did you stay single and never have kids?’ There’s answers: Because I was brainwashed by my mother into this. But it’s hard and it’s shameful to tell people, ‘I don’t know. I ran out of time.’
“There’s not a good answer for it except: ‘I was programmed to get into the workforce, compete with men, and make money.’ Supposedly, that would be a fulfilling life. But I was told that by a feminist mother who was divorced, who hated her husband—my father.
“She tried to steer me on what she thought was the right path, but feminism is a lie. That’s what I want women to know.
“I didn’t realize this until late in life. I want to tell women: Find someone in your 20s. That’s when you’re still very cute. That’s when you’re still amiable to working out problems with someone. It’s harder in your 50s, when you’ve lived alone, to compromise with someone, to have someone in your home and every little thing about them annoys you because you’re so used to being alone. It’s hard to undo that, so don’t do what I did. Find someone in your 20s.”
I said, “I’m thinking of transcribing your call and making it a column.”
“Do that, Dennis. I want to help whoever I can,” she said.
-From the Daily Signal.
A man looks for a partner. He searches for someone to make his life COMPLETE. He looks for a life partner. It is biologically programmed into him.
A devoted woman will do whatever it takes to make the family work.
Here’s two micro videos showing hard-working, but poorer girls, supporting their families and building their homes. For in China, the man MUST work, and the woman MUST take care of the family. Many times, that means building of finishing up a home while the man works far away.
A woman does what ever it takes. She is fearless. She is capable. Help her and empower her. You will receive blessings on your life beyond compare.
Let me explain these videos.
Many times a couple will get married in a poor village. The husband would have to accept a job in a far away city, while the wife stays home. Many times the wife would get the paychecks from the working husband and use that money to build their home. This is not at all uncommon.
She would take this money and budget it.
First thing on the agenda would be building and making a house. Sure she might get help from uncles and classmates. However, ultimately, much of the work would be up to her. So many of those houses in rural China were physically made by wives in support of their families.
People! This is what a traditional family looks like.
The man works and the woman stays home and takes care of the family. For young families, the man works like crazy in far away cities and sends the bulk of what he makes to his wife. He, in turn, lives either in small dorms or barracks or, alternatively inside very tiny apartments like this one…
This is how a young married Chinese man lives. He does what ever it takes to help his new wife build up their family. He will work long hours and every day. He will eat what his employer provides, and will sleep in the very smallest of spaces. He will do this for his wife. He will do this for his family. This is what a traditional man is.
All the money he makes goes to his wife.
Maybe he will only make a few hundred yuan ($30). All of it goes to his wife. The Chinese women that I know differ from the American women. A Chinese wife would rather have 100% of what her man makes – even if it is only $30, rather than a small portion, say 5% of what he makes. That’s true even if he makes a million dollars.
I don’t quite understand it. Really. Because the millionaire would give the wife more money than a mere $30. It doesn’t make sense economically nor financially. But, there you have it. That is the way it is.
Chinese traditional women demand 100% from their man.
American progressive women look to men as a resource.
Culturally, Chinese women are very different from American women.
It is not a scene out of progressive liberal propaganda out of the American urban enclave. These are not little waifs that huddle in fear, or scenes out of the Handmaid’s Tale. This is real life. This is how the rest of the world lives. Open up your eyes to the reality.
And for Pete’s sake, get your friggin’ nose out of the propaganda being spoon-fed to you by the American elite.
[9] Spirituality
Look for a spiritual woman. I always look for a woman who understands that the universe is bigger than we understand. I look for a woman who can feel the presence of God.
I am a Catholic, but I am not referring to a religious person. I am referring to a spiritual person. My first wife was a Baptist. My second (the one who retired me) was agnostic, but raised as a Catholic. My current wife is a Buddhist. Find a woman who is spiritual.
Check to see if she is really spiritual. Watch how she treats animals. Watch how he feels about tradition, families. Pay attention to the role that she has in her own family. Just how functional or dysfunctional it is. Pay attention.
[10] Shared Values
Finally, I look for a woman that has the same values as I do. We do not have to agree politically, but the fundamentals must be comparative. If I am going to give her 100% of all my money, I should be able to trust her that she won’t use it on coke, crack, and casino trips.
If I am going to devote my life to one singular woman, I expect her to do the same. If I am planning to have a family, I expect her to want a family as well. If I want to travel and have an adventurous life, then I would expect her to want it as well. Alternatively, if I want to have a quiet sedentary life in a rural cottage, I would expect her to want it as well.
Shared dreams, shared values, and shared life are fundamental to a couple’s success.
Conclusions
We, men and women, can be choosy in who we select to be our mate. It is important because your mate, the person you marry, will have the greatest influence in your quality of life. Therefore, we need to choose wisely.
This is true for both men and women.
I live in friggin’ communist China and the women here are extremely attractive, with long beautiful hair, mesmerizing eyes, tight butts and astounding chests, and are very traditional at home. They take care of their man and their family. When I am with these wonderful ladies they treat me like I am a VIP and I am treated like a God. I cannot stress how wonderful being treated special is. Most especially from an amazingly attractive woman. I mean, it is just amazing.
Conversely, many (but thankfully, not all) the women in “free” America look like they belong on the set of Jerry Springer. Are rude, crass, selfish and treat me like a piece of nothing. The differences between women in China is just astounding. I mean, what the heck happened?
An American woman who runs a business that she proudly calls “Trailer Trash”. I am sure that she is proud of it. How would you like to be married to this chick? How do you think she would treat you when you got home from work? Do you think that she knows how to cook? Would she make a good mother?
For me, and most men would agree, you pick the wife that is suitable for you. Let the rest of the world howl. All that matters is what you decide and the reality that you create.
You can get an ugly, fat, foul-mouthed woman who will constantly make fun of you.
You can be with an attractive, kind, caring and thoughtful woman. She takes care of herself, and will treat you like a king.
You can choose the lady that is most suitable for you. If you cannot find that woman in your town, go to a different town. If you cannot find her there, go else where. Eventually you will find that girl. I promise you.
Finally, here’s a little secret. If you are having trouble, do this. Go to church. Many of the most eligible women attending church. They are God-fearing, traditional women who would make fine, just real fine, wives.
Women in General
There are amazing women all over the world. That includes the United States. It is my belief that the vast bulk of American women are great and kind and wonderful. It is just that the bad ones are so very awful that it makes everyone look bad.
I now live in China. So what I am going to do is post some micro-videos of some attractive and sweet Chinese girls to help illustrate that there is no set “type” of lady that is perfect. Everyone comes in different shapes and sizes. Each one is different and each one has their very own personal charms.
Enjoy.
Women come in all sizes and shapes. They come in all kinds of attitudes and personalities. I love every single one. Please, I urge you the reader not to get too hung up on the media narrative of what is attractive, instead find ladies that appeal to your own sensibilities. You might be surprised how refreshing and pleasant it is…
Here’s another gal. Sorry, but I am in China. So this is all that I have to work with. Here’s another Chinese girl. Isn’t she just adorable?
I am a big sucker for a nice smile and feigned shyness…
The point here is that attractiveness comes in all kinds of shapes and sizes. There is no set standard. If I were to specify some idea on what is attractive, I would have to say that it is the sum total of what a particular woman is. For each woman has their own charms that are displayed uniquely.
I, for one happen to like so many different kinds of women. I like different body types. I like different kinds of attitudes, and I enjoy a big healthy smile. Here is a nice Chinese gal with an impressive chest jumping around and having fun…
Each woman has their own personality. This personality can be seen how they move, and the their selection of the music that they play. Personality is one of the key aspects of attractiveness. Be kind. Be happy. Smile a lot. Let your inner being glow.
The point that I am making here is that there is no set formula on what makes a woman attractive to a man. The woman must be strong, be themselves, be kind. Sooner or later the man that fits her personality will come around. It could be you. So, be the best you can be, and look for a mate that is the best that she is. Together you will have a life that will be marvelous.
Take Aways
Men look for a mate that will best match his needs as a man, and who will be fitting for his future family.
Women who cannot fit within his expectations will need to find other men to be with.
These men, the ones that do not have traditional values, will tend to be short-term affairs or long-term relationships that will not conclude in a marriage. That is because the men’s absolute needs are not being met.
This post lists ten needs that a man has.
FAQ
Q: What if men have different needs than what is listed here? A: That is fine. There are all kinds of people and all kinds of men. It is the difference that are important. Not what makes us all the same. Personally, I don’t like going into a Starbucks in NYC and then going into one in Shenzhen. They are all the same. I like to go to a local pizza establishment in NYC and eating a New York style pizza. I also like going into a family restaurant in Shenzhen and eating some delicious dumplings. It is the differences that are important.
Q: So don’t you think that you are full of Misogyny? Aren’t you just defending the Patriarchy? Aren’t you Cisgender? A: I don’t know. Maybe.
If so, what’s wrong with it? What is it YOUR business?
I don’t hate women. I love women. I love my wife. I love my mother and my sisters. I love my girlfriends, and their friends. Besides, what is wrong with a Patriarchy? Can you explain that?
Your assumptions are all terribly faulted, and you discuss them as if they are proven and have merit. They don’t.
Q: What does “check your privilege” mean? A: In 1998, American feminist and anti-racism activist Peggy McIntosh wrote an essay entitled “White Privilege: Unpacking the Invisible Knapsack.” In McIntosh’s sense, privilege is a set of special provisions that a person acquires — or doesn’t — because of their identity.
If you are a rich, white, heterosexual man, then you’ll have it easier through life than a working-class, lesbian, woman of color. The exhortation to check your privilege became popular on internet blogs dealing with social justice themes as a reminder that we are not all dealt the same hand in life.
What the real truth is that it is an insult, and veiled threat that says “you had it easy in life”. I personally find it extremely insulting. As the person saying this has absolutely no idea what I had to do to get where I am now.
Q: What does Heteronormative mean? A: Heteronormative was coined by the writer and academic Marina Warner in 1991. It means “a world view which regards gender roles as fixed to biological sex. It treats heterosexuality as the normal and preferred sexual orientation.” Which is pretty much an accepted norm globally.
However the intention is to use distorted group think to redefine the narrative and to use this word as an insult. I am a traditional man, and I think that women are attractive to me. This fact, apparently, makes me “heteronormative”.
No problem. So was George Washington. So was Jesus Christ. So was Gandhi. So was Jimmy Carter. So was Bill Clinton. So was Ronald Reagan. So were both my parents and all of my grandparents.
So, a non-heteronormative person is a societal abnormality.
Posts Regarding Life and Contentment
Here are
some other similar posts on this venue. If you enjoyed this post, you
might like these posts as well. These posts tend to discuss growing up
in America. Often, I like to compare my life in America with the society
within communist China. As there are some really stark differences
between the two.
Posts about the Changes in America
America is
going through a period of change. Change is good… that is, after it
occurs. Often however, there are large periods of discomfort as the
period of adjustment takes place. Here are some posts that discuss this
issue.
More Posts about Life
I have
broken apart some other posts. They can best be classified about ones
actions as they contribute to happiness and life. They are a little
different, in subtle ways.
Stories that Inspired Me
Here are
reprints in full text of stories that inspired me, but that are nearly
impossible to find in China. I place them here as sort of a personal
library that I can use for inspiration. The reader is welcome to come
and enjoy a read or two as well.
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The entire world feasts on “Chinese Food” served in “Chinese Restaurants”. This could be a Chinese take-out in Memphis, to a “Dim Sum” restaurant in New York City. As delicious as these establishments are, what is it like to eat real, authentic Chinese food, in China? Well, here we discuss that issue…
Introduction
“Tipping is not expected or encouraged. Anyway, I loved the market, it had everything from cooked duck to live pigeon. Whole pigs cut into pieces. Eels, etc. No dogs or cats. There is only once restaurant serving dog that I am aware of and have not seen cat anywhere except as pets.On the way home I visited a coconut vendor and a sugar cane vendor. For the coconut they cut off the husk, make a whole and put in a straw. It weights about 2kg and I walked along sipping the milk through the straw. The sugar cane goes in one end of a machine and juice comes out the other end into a plastic bottle. It's all attached to an electric bike. The government does not allow petrol bikes anymore, only electric, due to pollution. Nice one!!!!”-Expat.com
The Chinese have cultivated the practice and preparation of food to a high degree. In China you can eat the most amazing food, and get exposed to fruits and vegetables that are simply not available in the United States. When I used to travel back and forth to China, my colleagues and myself would prefer to eat at Western restaurants. But we were sorely ignoring such a wide variety of culinary art.
If you want to eat well, you go to china.
In the United States you can get something called “General Tso’s Chicken”. It’s pretty darn good. But, let me tell you, it pales in comparison tot he real thing. In China you can get authentic food. In China it is called gong bao ji ding, and it is friggin’ awesome.
There are some curious differences.
One such curiosity is that bottled soda and beverages are filled to the brim. It is pretty amazing! Truly, when one takes off the cap one must be careful not to spill any of the precious beverage. That is completely different from a soda in the United States. Often times, if not in every bottle, the American equivalent are filled to exactly the proper volume or slightly below it. Or, perhaps more accurately just under the specified volume that is stated on the side. Thus leaving a wide gap of carbonated air that exits the bottle when one twists off the cap.
Sichuan food is very delicious. It is hot and spicy and has a kind of sweet tang to it. I absolutely love it and many a fine meal was enjoyed eating this wonderful style of food.
Anyways, I happen to love Chinese food. I really do. Which is kind of a bitter-sweet issue with me. As I also love American food. Ugh! Many of which is rather difficult to get in China.
A Tomato Sandwich
You know, one of the things that I truly miss in China is the home-made summer tomato sandwich.
“…hands-down, absolute favorite way of eating a tomato in summer is served sliced on white bread with mayonnaise. No chiffonade of basil or tender leaves of oregano. No artisan sourdough bread. No extra virgin olive oil. No hand-pounded garlic aioli. No hand-harvested sea salt. No lemon zest. Not even a slice of crisp, applewood-smoked bacon.”-Virginia Willis
Indeed, one of the pleasures that I do actually miss are fresh, home grown, tomatoes. Fresh tomatoes are hard to come by. Everything appears to be from large GMO farms, and finding heirloom tomatoes is a difficulty. The result is that all those beautiful big, juicy red color tomatoes all taste like cardboard. Growing tomatoes on the side of a high rise is out of the question, so most expats purchase the very tiny “cherry tomatoes” and make do the best they can.
“…during the height of tomato season, I don't believe in featuring them any way other than front and center--which means a tomato sandwich on white bread with mayo and salt…”-Susanna Beacom
This is my idea of paradise, a nice heirloom tomato sandwich on fresh bread with miracle whip and salt and pepper. Yum! It can be had in China, but not with heirloom tomatoes. You can only have it with tomatoes that taste like a shipping carton.
Chinese Tomato and Eggs
However, aside from the trials and troubles of obtaining a decent heirloom tomato and hard crusty bread, China has other excellent substitutes. Let me introduce you (my dear reader) to the Chinese tomato and eggs dish.
“The first dish my Mom taught me. Since I immigrated to North America, I've tasted numerous omelets, scramble eggs, poached eggs, but this egg dish is unique in its own and is still my all time favorite.”-MooseCall
This is an exceptional dish that is widely available in China. It is so delicious and easily adaptable to American tastes that it is a wonder that it is not available in the USA. This is a Chinese comfort food. It is also something children would learn to make at an early age. Well, maybe sort of the equivalent of tomato soup and a grilled cheese in the United States.
And… No, it is not simply scrambled eggs with tomatoes added. It is something else all together. It is a tomato sauce that is made with special seasonings, that the eggs are cooked within.
Oh, and here’s a hint for all you readers that are in the USA and want to try this dish. Go to your neighborhood Chinese restaurant that is run by real Chinese. If though this dish is not on the menu, ask for it. Ask them to make “authentic” Chinese eggs and tomato dish for you. They will do so and the price will be really reasonable to boot!
This dish is a very big staple and found throughout China. It is the most delicious food that is commonly one of the top things foreigners find that they love about China.
The Food Is Prepared Differently
Chinese food is good; really, really good. But they eat it quite differently than westerners do. They eat everything.
Everything.
For instance, in the west we debone the fish, we throw away chicken heads and feet, we discard the fatty part of meat. But in China they relish the differences. They do not simplify their foods so that a child can eat it. The foods will contain bones, and grizzle and the consumer is expected to know the difference what is editable and what is not.
Chinese food is cut up in small pieces and there is little need for the consumer to cut their food up. Thus in the States, you would fillet a fish; remove the bones, tail and head. Not so in China. There, they simply take the entire fish. Rip the guts out, and cut up what’s left into tiny chucks. Bones, fins, scales and all.
This has manifested into various mysteries that puzzle me.
For instance, why will the Chinese eat insects and larva (Tastes like mini cabbages.), but not eat turkey? (It is not popular at all.) Or why will they absolutely love chicken feet, chicken gizzards, chicken head and chicken wings, but throw away chicken breast? (It is considered to be too much meat.)
In fact one of the things that I liked about China most was the fact that chicken breast was so cheap there. Speaking of turkey, it is one of the things I’ve missed the most in China (that, heirloom tomatoes and cheap cheese.).
Thanksgiving Turkey
“Many people that I met were curious about China, but their impressions of China would end up with words like ‘communist,’ ‘pollution’ and ‘no Facebook.’ “-Awesome Daily
Celebrating Thanksgiving in China is like celebrating The Dragon Boat Festival in Omaha, Nebraska. It’s a barren wasteland for the traditional fare because, well, for one, most Chinese aren’t all that partial to the Turkey Day centerpiece. They find it too big. To a Chinese person, the tastiest food is the smallest food. Food that is large is just not as delicious.
Scene from the movie “Honey, I shrunk the kids”. Here they are having a turkey dinner. In China, turkey is not considered a desirable food because it is too big. The best things to eat, the tastiest ones, are the small foods like shrimp, snails, pigeon, and minnows.
Oh, and by the way, most shared apartments lack ovens, or at least ones large enough to hold a six-kilo turkey (Available on the Internet. Why did it take me six years to find this out?).
Unless you want to grill your gobbler prison-style on the radiator, you’re out of luck. And many of those Thanksgiving packages offered by restaurants amount to glorified TV dinners. Oh, the shame! The shame! It’s sacrilege for a true gravy-blooded American to buy a set dinner anyway. Ugh! Not everything is all “peaches and cream” in China.
One Chinese restaurateur even asked me how a bird so morbidly obese can have so little fat. Same goes for ham. The Chinese eat pork, but eat ham in the form of spam that is grilled on a BBQ. Ham is pretty unknown here, but not pork. Pork can be found everywhere. Bacon is also a rarity, but that is changing.
Bacon
You can buy bacon everywhere, but typically the Chinese don’t know how to cook it. If you go to a restaurant you might find the bacon under cooked. You need to tell the waitress to cook the bacon so that it is hard and crunchy. However, once they find out how to cook it into the thin brittle wafers they become hooked. Today, my wife is a maniac for bacon. Ugh!
She’s a little like a female version of Ron Swanson.
Did you know that the Chinese absolutely love pork and pork-related products? While hamburger (mince) is very popular and cheap in the United States, the same is true for minced pork in China. The Chinese absolutely LOVE pork.
The Chinese love pork. This is a nation that loves bacon. They love pork chops, and all sorts of pork products.
This is something that both the Americans and Chinese share. It’s a love for pork products, especially for bacon. You know, here’s an interesting story. You cannot get “American style” pork chops in China. You can get pork chops for certain, but they cook them differently.
One year, I was working in Pago Pago, and the girlfriend of my buddy made us a meal of American style pork chops. Once my Chinese wife took a bite she was hooked. She said that it was the most delicious thing that she ever had (excepting for bacon, of course), and she just ate up all the pork chops to excess. To this day, she still raves about that day…
She looks up at the ceiling. Her eyes get all dreamy. He thinks for a second and says something along the lines of “do you remember when we ate those pork chops…” . Good times. Good times.
What many Chinese think how Americans have breakfast. It consists of “runny” eggs, buttered toasted bread, some bacon, a cup of coffee and a nice firearm.
Breakfasts
Getting a “decent” American style breakfast can be difficult. Good luck finding pancakes. Waffles are everywhere, though. American breakfast food is my comfort food. For me, I just love to have a nice cup of “real” (not Starbucks) coffee, over-easy style eggs, pork and beans, bacon, and crunchy rye toast with real salted butter.
It’s not that easy to get, I am afraid.
In China they eat a different kind of breakfast. Now, these are still pretty delicious things and I have (many times) wholly smunched on these delicious dishes in the early morning coolness. One of my favorites, available all over China, is meat filled Baozi. These are like a soft gummy roll filled with meat and vegetables.
One of my all time favorites for breakfast in China is Shanghai Shao Long Bao. These are little meatball-sized hard rolls filled with a soup and a meatball inside. They are so very delicious. When I have given them to some American friends that have visited from the states, they rave about this dish. My goodness, it is so delicious!
This dish is known as Shanghai Shao Long Bao. It is a delicious dish that is found throughout China. This is just one of those dishes that is absolutely too amazing to describe. You have to go ahead and eat it. Now, you really want to eat it hot. Warm, and cool Baozi’s are not really that good. Eat it hot and fresh. Yum!
Oh, my goodness! Let’s not forget Youtiao (this long baguette appearing deep fried totu) and a cup of nice hot Doujung (Sweetened soybean milk.). It is so very delicious. You can get youtiao everywhere. The best is made right on the street by a street vendor. I like to take the youtiao and dip it into my rice porridge (zhou) and eat it that way.
Youtiao, fried tofu, is a staple breakfast food throughout China. It is delicious with eggs and goes well with both Doujung and coffee.
While I am it, one of the basic staples for breakfasts in China is a warm soup. This can be either as a soup, or a bowl of noodles in a broth, or a bowl of rice porridge known as zhou. In Hong Kong, and in many “China Towns” around the globe this dish goes by the Cantonese name; congee.
Congee is the Cantonese name for Chinese Zhou. It is a rice porridge that is flavored with meats, and spices. The most popular types are fish, pork, chicken and beef.
Make no mistake, I do love the rice soup, the dumplings, and youtiao (deep fried tofu bread). The Shanghai ShaoLongBao is truly awesome! However, I would often like to have some “over easy” eggs with bacon and toast.
Not so likely, I am afraid. You can get it at “Hong Kong” style restaurants. However they tend to steam the bacon (or fry it so little that it looks like it is steamed), and microwave rather than toast the bread (What? Nobody ever heard of a toaster?). Though, surprise surprise!, some actually do serve pork and beans with the eggs! (Really! Who would figure? It just seems that coincidentally that the HK restaurants in this section of China serve pork and beans with eggs. Wow!)
Could it actually be that my final world-line slide brought me to a place that had a small geographical region that fit my original world-line preferences? If so, cool!
No one knows what “over easy” eggs are. The restaurant tends to “break the yoke” as a matter of process, and thus you have to specifically ask for Tai Yang Dan style if you want “sunny side up” eggs. I am not kidding. The gals and the chefs will intentionally break the yokes unless you specifically tell them not to.
However, Hunan restaurants make a hot and spicy poached egg dish that has yokes. It’s quite delicious too! You’ll be smiling, going “oh this is so so good”, while sweat is running down your forehead. Heh heh.
Photo by the author. These eggs are cooked over easy to over medium, and allowed to soak in a nice hot pepper sauce. It is terribly delicious, but oh boy oh boy will your stomach complain in a day or two. LOL.
Pizza
Pizza is “hit or miss”. You can pretty much buy pizza all over the place, but “real” pizza comes from a Western restaurant that tends to cater to the expat community. Unless the chef has been to America, they will not know how to make pizza. The dough will be made out of the wrong type of flour. The sauce might be Heinz ketchup, and the cheese might end up being mayonnaise.
I once ate a “New Orleans” pizza at a Chinese pizza establishment in Tangxi in Dongguang. It was just corn, lots and lots of corn, on top of a pizza shell covered in ketchup. No cheese at all.
Here is a typical selection of pizzas found in a Chinese Pizza Hut. They are most certainly not your typical American pizza. Note that there are no simple cheese pizzas, pepperoni or sausage pizzas. These pizzas are different and tailored for the Chinese market.
Now, you can go to a Pizza Hut restaurant. They are just as popular as KFC is in China. However, they serve packaged dinner meal sets. Pretty good, with real pizza crust, sauce and cheese, but the toppings are all Chinese.
For instance you can get a Duran and potato pizza, or a squid, snail and lobster pizza. The deluxe pizza would have such toppings as corn, cut up hotdog, and spam slices. However, there will be real pizza dough, real pizza sauce, real cheese and options for American-style pizza toppings.
68 yuan for a fixed meal that includes a medium pizza, salad, a side of four chicken wings, a beverage, and a dessert. That is around $10 in USA currency. If you wanted steak instead of pizza it would run you only 49 yuan. Ah, around $8 for a steak meal. Notice the picture in the top right side. In China, all establishments can sell and drink alcohol. There are no limits or laws on that. If you do not want to buy it in the restaurant, you can bring your own. Ah, I love China.
Only Pappa Johns maintains a “real” pizza experience.
All that I can say, is that in China, the best place to get real authentic American-style pizza is at Poppa Johns. They are no where as popular as Pizza Hut is, but they do have a decent business presence here, and are worth going to. No matter what the progressive social justice warriors in the United States have to say about the matter.
That being said, I do go to the local Pizza Hut and enjoy their thin-crust seafood pizza. I ask for extra cheese and they are very willing to put it on in globs. (Most Chinese are not big fans of cheese.) For the longest time I wanted to go to Pizza Hut and order a large pepperoni pizza with a pitcher of coke. However, it was not to materialize. Instead, I had to settle for a packaged meal with iced tea, cream cheese cake, and sides of snails and octopus.
The reader should realize that Pizza Hut has adapted well to the Chinese market, and it tends to be standing room only, with lines for seating on the weekends. When I watch what the other Chinese people are buying they are all buying the packaged meals, with a heavy mix of spaghetti as a side, seafood pizza types and a large number of side dishes. It’s a fun outing for them, and a little bit exotic. Good for them!
15 yuan is roughly two dollars for a side of teriyaki octopus with quail egg. I am sure that my wife would love this, but me, I don’t think so. (Update. She did. I thought it was so-so.)
As an aside, the same company that owns KFC in China also owns Pizza Hut in China. Both are famously busy and popular. It is good, but a little sad that that those are the only real outlets (aside from hamburger joints) where people can get “American Food”.
Yes. China is the place that you can go to eat delicious food cheaply. If you want real good and tasty food, you can go to China or other nearby nations such as Japan, Thailand, and Vietnam. All provide delicious food. However, you won’t find “authentic” Western food there. The only possible way is to go into a Western enclave such as Shanghai, Singapore or Hong Kong. Aside from that, you best bet would be in the expensive hotel restaurants.
For instance, in the Zhuhai Holiday Inn, is a Western restaurant, which offers an authentic American pizza, which is actually quite delicious. Sure, they don’t call a pepperoni pizza a pepperoni pizza; they give it some other exotic name. However, let’s face it; a real pizza is a REAL pizza.
About pizza, though…
I mean, we all know that wacky toppings are the norm throughout Asia. Truly, who wouldn’t want to eat “European-style Abalone Mushrooms Bacon” pizza or “Chi Heart Crown Shrimp” pizza? Now, that is fine and good, but what about the really unusual stuff… like beef tongue, and chicken feet pizza?
So,if you want to get to the really wacky stuff, you’ve got to go to the custom order page on the Chinese Pizza Hut page. There among the Gentle Wind Vegetable Salad and the Mango Sago Sweet Soup, you’ll find gems like “Marinated Brain Dough,” and “Jew’s Ear.” Sorry, in case you were planning on ordering for a group, the latter is only available individual. Check out the order page here.
Aside from Pizza Hut, most local Chinese restaurants serving pizza would not use pizza dough. Instead, they would make the crust out of regular bread dough. They would skimp on the cheese, and maybe substitute cheese sauce (squirted over the top in a zig-zag manner), with hotdog, corn, and pineapple toppings. It’s a big disappointment, let me tell you.
Alcohol
It goes without saying, but the reader will be unaware of this, that you can drink alcohol in the restaurant. China does not have beer and wine licensing requirements like the USA does. You can either buy the wine or beer in the restaurant, or bring your own. The restaurant doesn’t care. It’s one of the things that I love about China; the freedom to drink what you want, where you want and when you want.
You can’t do that in the USA.
Bringing in your own wine or alcoholic substance is very common. Many families and groups of friends bring a bag full of white wine to drink. BTW, white wine (Baijiu) is actually 53 degree “moonshine”. I have written elsewhere about booze in China, and a lot more can be said. For now, let’s leave it simple and just say that the Chinese love to drink alcohol in abundance.
Sichuan Food
One of my favorite styles of food is the very, very, VERY hot and spicy Sichuan style Chinese food. This style uses a lot of hot peppers and certain hot spices (known as “ma“) that are generally not commonly available in the States. Typically, the restaurants are decorated in a kind of wooden / country style that immediately makes you feel at home.
Zha jiang mian – A spaghetti like dish that is served with ground pork cooked like it came from a sloppy joe, only with very spicy Mexican-style sauce. This is a very wonderful dish. I could eat this in the morning or at the night.
The only thing about this style of food is that if you are unused to eating spicy food, your body might protest.
I love the food, but I can only take it in periodic meals. The people naturally from Sichuan eat like this all the time and to them, everything without spices is terribly bland. My Chinese friends tend to shy away from the food as well. Not because they don’t like it, but rather how the strong spices and hot peppers wreck their stomach and bowels.
Ma po dou fu is a delicious Sichuan pork and tofu dish that is spicy, and warm. It is like eating sloppy joes with soft bread. It is very, very delicious and I just absolutely love eating it with rice and a nice cold beer. You haven’t lived until you try this most amazing dish.
The first time that I ate this style of food was on one of my first visits to China. The gals that I were with asked me if I liked spicy food. Well, I do, so I said yes, and they took me to a Sichuan restaurant in Shenzhen. You know, you could smell the delicious aroma drifting outside, and I was immediately lured inside.
The funny thing is that they warned me that the food was spicy and that we should order lightly spiced food. But, No NO NO! I wouldn’t have any of that, and I said that I wanted the real authentic experience. I said to give me the full-on “ma la” experience.
Oh, let me tell you, I most certainly got it too.
Here’s another picture of mapo tofu. As you can see, it is colorful and very delicious. You should try it with a ice cold beer. It is so wonderful.
Now, don’t get me wrong. It was so very delicious. I ate, and then I ate, and ate more. It was so tasty. The food was rich and full of flavor. It was tasty and had a blend of spices that warmed my stomach and filled my heart with happiness.
Anyways, all was fine until that night…
This is gong bao ji ding. This is the Chengdu city version of this dish. I love the spices, the chicken, the peanuts and the overall aromic flavors that waft upwards to the heavens. It is so darn delicious.
My body, most certainly was not used to the powerful mixture of explosive peppers and burning spices. I had to make an emergency detour to the nearest public bathroom stall, and there I found God…
Lordy!
That being said, never eat Sichuan food with a lot of spice unless you have been eating it for some time. Most Westerners cannot handle the strong spices and powerful peppers. When asked you say loudly “yi dian la“. This means “just a little bit of spice please.” If you feel up to it, you can ask for “zhong la“, which is “middle” or a normal amount of spices. Of course, if you have a stomach made of cast iron, go ahead and ask for “da la“. They will certainly oblige you.
Here is some wonderfully spicy beef served Sichuan style. This dish is very wonderful and the peppercorns really make the beef flavor “pop out”. This is great to eat, and I really think that rice with this dish is mandatory.
Hunan Food
There are many Hunan restaurants all over China. I like the food because it is tasty and flavorful. It is also unique. They like to use a lot of spicy peppers in the dish, and a different arrangement of spices. The Hunan food that I have eaten has been deeply flavorful and wonderfully tasty.
Hunan Province is located in central China, surrounded by lakes, rivers and mountains, with a subtropical climate ideal for agriculture. A classic vegetable dish is string beans with cured meat, often ham or ground pork. It usually has a pickled or fermented tang not unlike olives that helps balance the hot-pepper punch.
When the chili plant first made its way to China from the West, the Hunanese were one of its earliest adopters of it back in the late 17th century. However, Hunan food sets itself apart from Sichuanese in two big ways: [1] It doesn’t use the tongue-numbing Sichuan peppercorn, and [2] savory dishes lack the sweetness of their Sichuan counterparts.
"So while the Sichuanese have all kinds of spicy-sweet-savoury combinations, including the 'fish-fragrant' and 'garlic paste' flavors, the Hunanese tend to go for bold savory tastes, chilli-hot tastes, and sour-hot tastes."-Chef Dunlop
Us Americans are pretty confused about what Hunan food means and how it differs from other regional cuisines, even though “Hunan-style” restaurants in the U.S. date back to the 1970s.
Here is a chicken dish made in Hunan style. Notice the tasty peppers, the nice colorful and oily juices and the well cooked, but tender morsels. Wonderful!
Here is another dish. This one is pork belly. I like to think that pork belly is bacon that is cut into big fatty chunks. What they do is braise the meat using a blow-torch so that the outside is tough, and the fat on the inside is soft and juicy, then they cook the entire together. Personally, it took me a while to get used to this kind of meal because I wasn’t used to so much fat. But, let me tell you, once you try it, you will love it.
This particular dish is called Chairman Mao pork belly. I have no idea why it is called this. However, I have read that This dish is so linked with Mao Zedong that today on menus in China and the U.S. alike it still bears his name. The Chairman is said to have loved the braised pork belly fragrant with star anise, ginger, chilies, and cassia bark so much he insisted his Hunanese chefs prepared it for him in Beijing. However, what ever it’s name, it most certainly is delicious. Yum.
Where Sichuanese cooks combine Sichuan peppercorns with chilies for the classic “numbing-hot” ma la flavor, the Hunanese prefer the sharp combination of vinegar-pickled chilies with salt for something called duo la jiao. This hot, sour, and salty concoction is used as a relish for noodles and steamed fish heads.
Here is the real authentic version of “General Tso’s Chicken”. The story goes that it’s based on a dish called cu ji, or vinegar chicken. This was a dish that was served way back in the Tang dynasty.
Its more modern legend is familiar to anyone who’s heard the origin stories of nachos and Buffalo wings: Some merchants paid a visit to a restaurant run by three old ladies who’ve just run out of everything in the kitchen. So the ladies went out back, slaughtered some chickens, added in some pantry staples, and called it dinner.
The merchants loved the dish and told everyone they knew about it, and thus that is how it was invented.
Dong an zi ji (Dong’an chicken): One of Hunan’s most famous poultry dishes is this delicate creation of chicken flavored with chili and clear rice vinegar, which is said to have originated in Dong’an county.
One of the things that I ended up falling in love with is Hunan style potatoes. Here, the potatoes are neither mashed, or fried. Instead, they are cooked and sliced into real thin strands, and mixed with oils and spices. Anyone who loves potato chips, mashed potatoes and french fries would fall in love with this dish.
Hunan potatoes. I just love the way that this dish looks and tastes. It is perfect companion with all other spicy Hunan dishes and has graced my table many times. Try it with an icy cold beer. OMG!
Seafood
Seafood is very popular in China. This does not include fish. Instead “seafood” is a classification for all things living in the sea except for fish. That includes snails, shellfish, crabs, oysters, lobsters, mussels, and shrimp.
As an American, my exposure to seafood has been rather shallow. Up until the early 1970’s we would eat fish on a Friday. Eating shrimp was reserved for bars and diners. I never ate shellfish. Crabs and lobsters were far too pricey for my parents.
When the Catholic church announced that eating fish on Fridays would no longer be observed, but that you would need to have a good-thought fast all day, us kids just thought of it as “no more fish on Fridays”. Thus, my only exposure to fish and seafood were the deep fried fish fillet sandwiches that we would get out of McDonalds.
And, that was that.
When I got married to my Chinese wife, I was surprised at how different her diet was from mine. It wasn’t a matter of spice, sugar, or bread. It was something else. She was used to having meals that predominantly contained shellfish, snails and crabs. Whereas I was used to a diet that mostly consisted of hamburgers, pizzas and traditional American fare like Mac-n-cheese.
Over the years we both have adapted. Today, she eats bacon like a maniac, insists on cooking home made pizzas, and appreciates Parmesan cheese. While I have adapted to insisting on fish twice a week and at least one meal of fresh seafood.
If you ever come to China, please kindly be advised that seafood is very popular with all Chinese. They love to eat shellfish, oysters, snails, shrimp, and other denizens of the deep. So, as a word of advice to anyone who is interested in moving to China or getting a girlfriend out here, you all had best be ready to eat some seafood, because that is one of the reasons why the Chinese are so thin, trim and healthy.
BBQ
While there are many, many kinds of foods and styles of food in China, we will keep the list rather short. I could write books on this subject.
One of the most common types of food is the Chinese BBQ, or Shao Kao. This is typically (but not always) an outside open flame pit where food is grilled. It is very cheap, and often served with beer of Chinese “white wine”. Usually, the grill will not open until after 9 pm, at which time these really flimsy and cheap card-tables would be set up on the sidewalk. Along with them would be these super cheap polypropylene stools that you can sit on.
Authentic outdoor shaokao in China. Usually it is a set up something like this where things are grilled over an oven fire at night. The costs are very reasonable. In the South of China, where daytime temperatures are very hot, a evening meal of BBQ is very welcome.
It’s a simple system. You order the food. It is cooked and served to you at the table where you sit down and drink beer. The prices are very cheap.
Typical items are chicken wings, mutton, hotdogs, vegetables of all types, bread, mantou, corn on the cob, and fish. In general, most Chinese love to eat BBQ, but everyone considers it to be unhealthy because it is made outside in the smoke and cooked over a grill of questionable cleanliness.
GuangDong Style
Guangdong is in the South East of China. It is a large semi-tropical area that is the home of a major portion of the Chinese industry. Most Chinese restaurants in the West served largely Cantonese dishes. This type of food also goes by the name of Cantonese cuisine (廣東菜), or as Yue cuisine (粵菜).
To the people of Guangdong, everything that walks, crawls, flies, or swims is edible. Many of these strange foods no longer appeal to today’s refined tastes, and some have been eliminated out of respect for the eating habits of people in other areas, but some strange foods still remain.
The food that you find in Hong Kong is Guangdong style, with some serious Western influences. I, for one, love the egg sandwich and the Horlicks drink.
InHongKong , Horlicks is known better as a café drink than as a sleeping aid. Itisserved at cha chaan tengs as wellas fast-food shops such as Café de Coral and Maxim's Express . It can be served hot or cold, and is usually sweetened withsugar.
-Horlicks
This style of cooking is very healthy. It is considered to be “light”. For instance the fish is steamed and then seasoned very lightly. The result is a very tasty and fresh dish. The vegetables are all lightly steamed and fresh. When eating this style of Chinese food, you cannot help but feel energized and healthy.
Many foods served in Chinese-American restaurants in the USA originated out of Guangdong. For instance…
Sweet and sour pork is probably the most famous of Hong Kong foods. As such it has made its way into Chinese take away menus around the world.
Sweet and Sour Pork, or 咕咾肉, hails originally from Guangdong province. There are different versions of this dish, but the most common ingredients are pork tenderloin, pineapple and bell pepper. As might be guessed, this dish combines sweet and sour flavors with a hard to resist morsels of deep-fried pork.
Wontons are known as chāo shǒu (literally means “crossed hands”), added to a clear soup along with other ingredients, sometimes deep-fried. Several shapes are common, depending on the region and cooking methods. In general, these are tasty dumplings that are served inside a nice fragrant broth. Or, they can be deep fried. I happen to love both styles.
Come on! Who wouldn’t want to eat some of these right now?
Crispy cream cheese wontons, more popularly known as crab rangoons or crab puffs, are a popular American Chinese appetizer with a crispy outside and a creamy, delicious inside filled with cream cheese.
Wind Sand Chicken. (“Wind Sand Chicken”風沙雞.) You can get this at most deli counters in Chinese supermarkets. A whole chicken is flavored and put into the oven for about 20 minutes until the chicken’s skin turns brown. What makes it so unique is that garlic pieces are added and it looks like wind-blown sand. The chicken is roasted and crispy on the outside and very smooth and tender inside. The smell of the garlic pieces is exactly to the right degree.
Wind Sand Chicken is another favorite dish that is found in the South of China. The chicken is very delicious, though it often includes the head and the feet.
Shrimp and Chicken Balls. Firstly, shrimp and chicken meat are chopped finely and kneaded into balls, then they are deep fried with bread crumbs. The balls are crispy and tender. Salad sauce is often used to provide a sweet and sour taste. If you like chicken, and meatballs, this is similar only very delicious when warm. Yum!
Hong Kong style Chicken and shrimp balls. This is a staple in Dim Sum restaurants. It is extremely tasty and very delicious.
DongBei Style
Dōngběi 东北 refers to the north-eastern part of China which covers 3 provinces: Heilongjiang, Jilin and Liaoning. It used to be known as Manchuria.
North East China – Dongbei.
东北菜Dōngběi cài
Dongbei-style food
Dongbei-style food is perhaps one of the most underrated Chinese cuisines compared to Sichuan, Cantonese or even Xinjiang food. Dongbei cuisine consists of different types of pickled ingredients and mainly wheat and maize, instead of rice. So you will see more dishes with noodles, steamed buns or cornbread.
The best part about Dongbei food is they tend to be relatively cheap and come in big portions. Similarly, they also tend to have a big, extensive menu. We’re talking about 50-70 dishes at least! It could be quite overwhelming to look at the menu and try to decide what to order.
-Five Top Dongbei dishes
The food known as “DongBei” comes from the Northern section of China. It is based on wheat and corn, as opposed to rice in the rest of China. Because the weather is so cold during the Winter, the food is hearty with crusty bread, thick dumplings loaded with meat, and savory soups.
Dongbei has some nice and delicious food that adapts well to the American tastes. The food is rich and hearty and involves meat and rolls and breads. Most Americans love this style of cooking.
As such, it is considered to be very compatible with American and Western tastes. For instance, the chicken is cooked in a manner similar to how an American would cook chicken. It’s not lightly cooked like “GuangDong style” with the yellow fat still intact. Instead, the fat is cooked away and the chicken is juicy and moist. Dongbei chicken reminds me a lot of what “Rotisserie chicken” is in the states.
Dongbei food often consists of various types of flatbread. This flat bread is fried in a pan sort of like it is done in India and often contains spices and vegetables such as leek. This particular dish is sliced braised pork with spring onions in small triangular flat bread sandwiches.
This food style has many elements that are very delicious. For instance they have this kind of sloppy-joe style hamburger, only that the bun more resembles an English muffin. It’s full of tasty beef or pork filling.
They have a salad that would feel perfectly fine on any family table. Their dumplings (pot suckers) are large and filled with delicious beef, pork, mutton or chicken. Their noodle dishes use the same kind of noodles that American have been buying in stores for generations.
地三鲜 (Di san xian): Commonly rendered on English menus as “triple delight vegetable,” this trifecta of stir fried potatoes, hot green peppers, and eggplant slicked in a slightly sweet soy sauce is a hearty Dongbei classic that warms both palate and body. The name loosely translates to “three delights from the earth.”
If you, as an American, wants to visit China, and you want to eat authentic Chinese food, but don’t want to be too overwhelmed by the differences, do this. I would suggest you ask your Chinese sponsor for some authentic DongBei style Chinese food. Tell them that you heard a lot about it and would like to try some.
La pi (green bean sheet jelly): A cool tangle of wide, flat mung bean noodles served with various accouterments makes for a refreshing salad of sorts, and a test of chopstick skills. Photo by Robyn Lee.
If you like American style Chinese food, then you would absolutely LOVE the authentic versions in China. Just take note that the Chinese eat many things that have not ported well into America. Therefore, be open to experimentation and just have a great time eating away at all the delicious items found everywhere.
Take Aways
Chinese food is delicious.
American versions of Chinese food tend to be a little toned down for the American tastes.
Chinese love seafood, and that includes everything out of the ocean.
The Chinese can drink alcohol with all their meals everywhere. It is considered normal, and they are often amazed that Americans are unable to take part of this simple freedom.
For eight years, from 1981 until 1989, the United States had one of the greatest Presidents running the nation; Ronald Reagan. Of course, the media hated him. Of course, subsequent politicians and their media sycophants have rewrote the narrative, turning the amazing decade into one of “racism”, inequality, and a trampling of rights. What a crock of bullshit.
It was no such thing.
You can tell simply by looking at pop culture from that time.
If everyone was sad, unhappy, unemployed and suffering, the pop culture would reflect it. Just like pop culture reflected World War II, and the 1950’s. Pop culture is a far superior barometer of the health of a nation than the nonsense spewed out from mainstream media. For if you listen to the mainstream media narrative, the United States today is completely unified and angry against Donald Trump. The media has us believing that Antifa and the BLM are “grassroots” organizations that spring up organically. They try to give the impression that it’s just normal everyday folks that hide behind the black masks. Don’t believe them or their narrative, as it is not an accurate reflection of American society today.
This is my tribute to the decade of Ronald Reagan.
This is my tribute to the years from 1981 until 1989. If you, the reader, DON’T want to hear what actually happened during this time from someone who experienced it, you can leave. You can read the politically correct revised narrative; one that is saturating the history books, and one that is repeatedly proclaimed over and over by the progressive mainstream media. Go ahead. That is your reality. Suck it up. Absorb the bullshit. Read the narrative. Hell, you need boots to traverse the sludge.
I guess that Americans must be friggin’ idiots not to want this kind of “success” to continue. Because, last I heard, the entire policy plank of the liberal progressive elite was in tatters by 2016. Everyone was so happy with the “new” Global-centrist Socialist America that they decided to tear it all up and go with Trump. Go figure. So, yeah. Believe what you want in your reality.
This is mine.
Introduction
If you go on many internet websites, such as history.com, you will see the politics of that time. You will see the big issues that the newspapers printed. You will see what wars the United States were involved in. You will see the various political issues and the various spending initiatives. All of which was true.
Yes. That was the 1980’s, but that was NOT what you personally experienced.
That was what you read about in the papers. That was what you watched on the news. That was what the radio talked about. It was the reality that was TOLD to us. Then, as now, the media are completely out of touch with the vast bulk of America.
Well, it should be clear by now, that everything that comes out of the mainstream media is propaganda designed to manipulate. It was just as true then as it is today. If the news-babe is talking, you pretty much can believe that it is a lie. Any facts and figures coming from a “blue ribbon panel” is nonsense. And, just about any polling data is simply fabricated baloney.
Here is a screenshot taken from a mainstream media website in 2015 that was using polling data to predict the outcome of the 2016 election. They predicted, based on polling data, that the vast bulk of the population would vote for Hillary Clinton. They predicted a landslide win over Donald Trump. The liberal website “The Daily Kos made this prediction in 2015 based on polling data from Democratic pollster Tom Jensen . Their conclusion; Let Donald Trump try to win, it would be the biggest mistake the GOP ever made, and would destroy their party.
So, instead of a nice rehash of what we were told was important, you know, by the oligarchy that runs the propaganda, let’s talk about what it was like on a personal level. Let’s talk about the society and culture under a conservative presidency.
Oh, yeah, real conservatives are a rare breed. Neither of the Bushes were conservatives. They were globalists. They served the global oligarchy.
The last real and honest conservative in office was Ronald Reagan.
Let’s talk about the culture during a successful Republican (Conservative) presidency. It’s not a perfect analogy by any means. However, for those of you who seemingly enjoyed watching these movies, realize that they are a reflection of that time and that place.
Here are some highlights as described by the pop culture (movies) of that time…
Movies during this time
There were so many good movies during this decade. I believe that this was pre-progressive Hollywood. They really hit their stride then.
Not like today, where the case is always diverse, progressive, and female. Hey! How did you like the all-female remake of Ghostbusters? Oceans Eleven? The Rocketeer? Get ready, they plan an all-female remake of Goodfellas next year too. Groan!
The trailer for the new all-female “Ocean’s 11” reboot was unveiled this week. The Hollywood Reporter called it "the capstone 2017 needed." Most regular people called it awful and stupid.What else could it be other than awful and stupid? It’s a reboot of a remake of a remake, which means it already has all the fun and freshness of dried vomit. The feminist twist just gives it an extra touch of preachiness and pandering, like a vomit stain that comes to life and lectures you about the patriarchy.-The Daily Wire
The movies in the 1980’s didn’t have any of this progressive revisionism rammed down our collective throats. They were light-hearted fun and charming. Even the more serious ones. Here’s a trip down memory lane…
Criteria
There were so, so, so many great movies made during this time, that there is no way that I would be able to put them all here. I just added them as my memories permitted. The first one is “Spaced Invaders” because it is really great and really obscure.
Spaced Invaders.
I don’t know how anyone could hate this movie. I honestly and really don’t. It is so funny. It took a unique mind to come up with this story line. It’s not your typical alien movie. These aliens are so stupid and confused. They remind me of Eric Holder, Nancy Pulaski, and Mad Maxine Waters.
Characters so stupid that you wonder how they learned to walk.
I am not at all kidding. Just pay attention to their actions and listen to what they say and how these aliens react to situations. When you transpose a progressive mantle onto them, the movie takes on an entirely new meaning.
After mistaking a Halloween re-broadcast of Orson Welles’ classic radio adaptation of WAR OF THE WORLDS for a real Martian invasion, a group of moronic Martians shows up on Earth looking to conquer only their plans go awry as they find themselves truly out of their element and in reality all alone. This really is often quite good and funny, with some decent lines to boot. It will most likely appeal to Sci-Fi fans. This has passed the test of time for me as seeing it again recently it proved much better than I expected it to be. Despite a cast made up of no-name stars, this may just be the funniest Martian invasion ever put to film. Interestingly enough, the Martians themselves seem to represent almost every classic Action Hero/Sci-Fi Hero stereotype there is (cool 50s teen, fighter pilot, fearless astronaut, brave soldier and kooky scientist). Fun for the whole family.
Twins.
The whole film is about the brothers and how they get along. De Vito plays the sluggish criminal Vincent who finds it difficult to accept his brother and Arnie plays the very enthusiastic brother Julius who is always willing to do everything he can.
Having two different types of characters allows the tension and excitement of the film to boil up and engages the audience into watching the humor but also the emotional ideas contained. It is very heart warming and will bring a smile to your face as some actions are completely ridiculous in a humorous sense but the ending is also very special for many people. There are many ‘brother’ conventions. De Vito is willing to help his brother into the world and teach him the things he knows as is Arnie.
TWINS, Arnold Schwarzenegger, Kelly Preston, Danny DeVito, Chloe Webb, 1988, (c)Universal Pictures
War Games.
Historically-speaking, there are two movies that have shaped public opinion about computers: 2001 and WarGames. With 2001, there is the question of “What happens when an automated computer system makes decisions on its own?” In today’s world of automatic Windows updates and random error messages for no reason, it seems very prophetic. WarGames poses the question of “Who uses the computer and what do they do?” The consequences, as one can easily guess, are enormous. Even when hardware ages, the ethics remain.
Wargames was a movie that was way ahead of its time. No one was making films about hacking into computer systems. The only computers used in movies were on space ships. No home computer has ever really been brought to the big screen. Wargames broke from the normal studio sci fi norm of either Earth being visited by aliens (E.T) or battles of Good and Evil in space (Star Wars, Star Trek). With the raise in hacker crime rate now, and seeing how Dependent we’ve become on computers, Wargames was a movie with it the eye on the future. Imaginative story, great cast (who, despite other reviews, do not phone it in) Wargames is a true gem, as it was recently listed by AFI as one of the top 100 sci fi movies of all time.
WarGames isn’t perfect. There are plenty of logic problems in the script, but it still presents its topic with a naive fascination. What the writers don’t know, they pretend they do. Matthew Broederick is, once again, the nerdy teen with social problems (Ferris Bueller had a different problem, though). Aside from Glory, he won’t be able to shake that image even now in his 40s.
Weird Science.
This is a great movie that contained the hit from the group “Tears for fears” where “Everyone want’s to Rule the World”.
Welcome to your life
There's no turning back
Even while we sleep
We will find you
Acting on your best behavior
Turn your back on mother nature
Everybody wants to rule the world
Mitch Taylor is one of the youngest students ever accepted to a university known for its programs for geniuses. He partners up with his roommate, science club legend Chris Knight, on a project to develop a high-powered laser. Together with their hyperkinetic friends, they employ their intellects in the pursuit of bigger blasts, practical jokes, and a deeper understanding of what real genius means. When they find out that their professor intends to turn their work over to the military for use as a weapon, they decide to get even
Tears For Fears and “Everybody Wants To Rule The World”. This is jet another 1980’s classic . It was also in the movie “Real Genus“, which in itself was a totally classic 1980’s flick.
Let’s talk about it.
It’s interesting to me that Revenge of the Nerds, while still full up of the nostalgia that the 80s lends us, is lately being rewritten as chauvinistic . What was viewed for many years as a bit of harmless fun that waved the banner for nerds everywhere is now being a called a movie full of racism and misogyny, and damages the image of geek culture more than it applauds for it.
Oh, give me a friggin’ break.
Real Genius was loosely (very very very loosely) inspired by actual events that took place when university students were working to crack laser technology. But in Real Genius, this is being done on the fictional Pacific Tech campus, where the students are unknowingly creating that laser for the CIA to use in government sanctioned hits from space. They don’t know this because their odious professor, Dr. Hathaway (played to a tee by William Atherton), obviously isn’t letting them in on the secret.
He’s too busy skimming off the funds that the government is providing to the project, so he can renovate his house.
Mitch Taylor is one of the youngest students ever accepted to a university known for its programs for geniuses. He partners up with his roommate, science club legend Chris Knight, on a project to develop a high-powered laser. Together with their hyperkinetic friends, they employ their intellects in the pursuit of bigger blasts, practical jokes, and a deeper understanding of what real genius means. When they find out that their professor intends to turn their work over to the military for use as a weapon, they decide to get even.
Weird Science.
This is yet another great 1980’s movie. Even when John Hughes makes a mediocre film such as “Weird Science,” the nature of his intent still shines through, to the point where you can’t necessarily fault him for anything except not making a better one.
“Weird Science” serves as the ultimate 1980s high school nerd fantasy, one in which babes see social awkwardness as a turn-on and bullies and extortionist older brothers help themselves to large servings of humble pie. The movie truly doesn’t need to be anything more, even in spite of the shallowness of its characters and general disregard for logic.
Anthony Michael Hall (in his fourth Hughes film in three years) and Ilan Mitchell-Smith star as two losers who determine that if they can’t get girls the “old-fashioned” way that they can use their computer smarts to play Frankenstein and create the ideal woman. After some illegal hacking they pack her with a high IQ (and an appropriate breast size) then hook a doll up to a machine. One crazy storm inside their house later and suddenly there’s Lisa (Kelly LeBrock), who’s every bit as stunning with a type A personality as a nerd could possibly imagine or desire.
Weird Science is the best 80’s comedy that was ever made. I’m saying it. Ghostbusters, Summer Rental, The Great Outdoors, Strange Brew, Gung Ho, Mr. Mom, all of these movies have their place, but none of them can match Weird Science for laughs or pure….eightiesness. Yes eightiesness is a quality. It’s a corny, dated quality but one that is tangible and valued by my fellow eighties loving brethren to this day. Come back with me if you will to a time when Anthony Michael Hall was still fielding calls and Kelly LeBrock was French for sexy. Weird Science has everything that an eighties comedy needs: A least one hot girl, a few actors who are no longer working or who do anything that will come along, plenty of dashing eighties threads, a corny as hell eighties soundtrack,(and Oingo Boingo is as corny and eighties as they get), and plenty of cheap funny jokes.
The Lost Boys.
There are many films about vampires, but one that is almost always remembered with a shy smile on the face is definitely “The Lost Boys”. As one of the best remembered films of the 80s, this movie has become part of pop culture and a defining film for that period.
The movie showcases most of what was cool or hip in that decade.
While its status as “horror classic” has a lot to do with the nostalgic factor, it’s an entertaining film on its own right and its modernization of the vampire myth along with its tongue in cheek humor still make for a charming and funny session of pure mindless entertainment.
“The Lost Boys” is a movie that effectively combines a cool and attractive look with a simple but entertaining plot resulting in a successful and charming film. The story modernizes classic elements of the vampire myth and adapts it to its time with intelligence and definitely tongue in cheek humor. In fact, this self-aware comedy approach is what makes the film enjoyable, and it relies more on fun and laughs than in actual scares. The plot is rather simple, and lacks some character development, but it makes an interesting (although also quite simplistic) analogy between the troubles of youth and becoming a vampire.
Trading Places.
“Trading Places” is a 1983 comedy that sees Murphy teaming up with fellow Saturday Night Live star Dan Ackroyd. It’s a fantastic tale of two men whose fates are manipulated by the unscrupulous Duke brothers, a pair of stock traders who decide to take Winthorpe (Ackroyd), a high-powered executive and Valentine (Murphy), a down and out beggar, and swap their situations.
They do this to see if they can turn Winthorpe to crime and turn Valentine into a successful trader, regardless of how the two men are affected by it. I’m not sure anyone tolerates blacking up in the politically correct Hollywood movies today, but we still love Ackroyd’s brief stint as ‘Lionel Joseph’ a rasta from Jamaica who has a short but glorious meeting with Eddie Murphy’s ‘Nenge Mboko.’
Louis Winthorpe III:Nenge? Nenge Mboko? It is me, Lionel Joseph!Billy Ray Valentine:Lionel? From the African Education Conference?Louis Winthorpe III:Yah, mon, I was Director of Cultural Activities at the Haile Selassie Pavilion.Billy Ray Valentine:I remember the pavilion – we had big fun there!Both:Boo-boo yah, boo-boo yah, boo-boo yah, hah! Boo-boo yah, boo-boo yah, boo-boo yah, hah!Billy Ray Valentine:Oh, memories!
Denholm Elliott’s drunk Irish priest adds to the racist fun. I love how politically incorrect it is.
This is probably one of the funniest films of the 1980’s. It not only is a play on the classic nature vs. nurture theme, but it is also a somewhat comedic commentary on the “greed is good” decade of the 80’s. However, it is also a nice bridging of the generations as it features two of the biggest stars to come from “Saturday Night Live” Eddie Murphy does a fine job as con man Billy Ray and Dan Ackroyd is great as Louis. Jamie Lee Curtis is also wonderful as Ophelia. In fact, it was good to see her do something other than the “scream queen” roles which she became famous for during the early part of her career. She definitely shows the comedic timing that she would display later in her career and would make her one of the finest comedic actresses in film today. However, the one that really steals it for me is Denholm Elliot as Coleman. He delivers a very low key performance that is befitting for that role. This is a real gem.
Dragnet.
When was the last time you watched this movie? Heh heh. Maybe it might be time to dust off the ol’ BetaMAX and pop that puppy in and watch it again.
This film is a scream. It takes everything that the original series did, and does it with tongue firmly planted in cheek. Dan Ackroyd’s deadpan Jack Webb impersonation is a riot, as are the remarks he makes to Hanks’ Pep Streebeck.
A typical example would be after Joe ignores Sylvia Wiss’ advances, and Pep calls him on it. Joe looks him dead in the eye and says,
"Streebeck, there are two things that separate us from the animals. One, we use cutlery. Two, we can control our sexual urges. I don't know about you, but don't drag ME into your private HELL!"
That line is so Jack Webb-DRAGNET that I’m surprised it never showed up in the 1960’s version. Like the Austin Powers films, DRAGNET spoofs a cultural icon in such a way as to evoke the original. Ignore the silly plot, and just enjoy the ride.
Dragnet is a satirical version of the famous documentary style police show from the Fifties and the later color version from the sixties. Dan Ackroyd’s dead-on impersonation of the no-nonsense monotone Jack Webb that a generation of Americans grew up remembering is excellent. Like Webb he plays it completely straight or maybe I should say straight man.
Young Sherlock Homes
What if Sir Arthur Conan Doyle created a story where Sherlock Holmes and Dr. John Watson met as adolescents? What if he made it a very suspenseful mystery that explained may of the great sleuth’s character traits and stylistic characteristics?
What if…well, he did not, but screenwriter Chris Columbus, director Barry Levinson, and producer Steven Spielberg do bring us a fine film that does these things called Young Sherlock Holmes. Young Sherlock Holmes is the meeting of fantasy film and classic literature, and it is a meeting that coexists very nicely.
The plot is reminiscent of Raiders of the Lost Ark in that there is a lot of action and adventure, as well as exploration of the cult, which has its meetings in a cavernous place with a replica of a pyramid, where its members wear costumes and practice mummification. There are lots of special effects during the hallucination sequences as well as in other sections.
The great detective meets his future colleague and friend Dr. Watson in a London prep school amidst the mystery of what six men did many years ago in Egypt. Several of the men begin to die in horrible, inexplicable ways, and the young Holmes suspects mischief.
The film is a veritable treasure trove of Sherlock Holmes allusions. The film is fast-paced, fun, fantastical, and creates insights into why Holmes developed emotionally the way he did.
Overboard.
This was a great film. I enjoyed it thoroughly! The casting couldn’t have been better and it was hilarious! The kids were great and made me laugh! Kurt did another excellent job.
All those who are fanatics for edge of your seat thrillers, don’t even comment on this movie, go see Soldier or something, maybe you’ll like that better. “Typical 80’s trash” says the pompous Hollywood critics. Nonsense. Just enjoy the story, I loved it.
Overboard is a wonderful and delightful movie. Every aspect of this story is entertaining. Goldie Hawn, Kurt Russell and Edward Herrmann turn in great performances. But what bolsters this movie is the story about how a vain, selfish and spoiled woman undergoes a major transformation and in the process emerges as truly beautiful, not only physically but spiritually as well. The movie also has its share of amusing scenes, and in many respects it is a farce, but it’s a lot more than that – it is statement about home, family, devotion and love. The movie shows the spiritual emptiness of conspicuous materialism and the shallowness associated with unfettered consumption. This is is not to say that the movie is anti-wealth because it isn’t. Rather, it is an amusing foray into the quirkiness of relationships and how people with seemingly nothing in common can form strong personal bonds.
My Stepmother is an Alien.
Here is an oldie but goodie. This movie is great! It’s got a funny script and an interesting storyline…I don’t know if people were expecting some kind of “Close Encounters of the Third Kind” challenger, but you all need to see this movie for what it is…somehow I doubt it was meant to deliver some deep message about society or help you delve into your soul…it’s a comedy that is meant to entertain!
Lighten up, people….
I rate this film as “so bad, it’s kinda good”. It reeks of everything I feel the Eighties was trying to get away from when it became the Nineties, however nostalgia will forever hallow certain themes, in a “beauty is in the eye of the beholder” sort of way. Certainly by today’s standards this movie is very corny and lacks any real depth sought by movie lovers everywhere, but it has a lot of tongue in cheek charm that other movies lack. As a summary, I couldn’t sit down and watch this film with any of my friends, but it would be a perfect companion on a slow evening when I’ve had a few beers and need my mind taken off things.
Top Gun.
How can we ignore this movie? I remember when it first came out. I was in ELF training at the China Lake Naval Weapons Center. We, my wife and I, went to the theater in Ridgecrest on a lovely Friday night. They were playing this movie, and I with my wife sat and watched it. There were other Naval Aviators in the theater, and everyone thought that the movie was outstanding. It was a great time, and afterwards, we went to the local pizza parlor and had a stuffed-crust deep dish with a pitcher of beer.
Top Gun is undoubtedly one of my favorite films, and one of those that has the ability to keep enthralling you even while watching for the tenth time. Director Tony Scott was chosen after the producers saw his work in advertising, and true to their judgement he has produced a visual masterpiece. It looks simply gorgeous, and the live action sequences have never been bettered. If there is one flaw in the film it is that it is somewhat shallow, with all of the people behind the film (and Tom Cruise) rather better at making visual spectaculars than an engaging story.
Ferris Bueller’s Day Off.
This movie exemplified what the 1980’s was. It was fun, positive and upbeat. People, for the most part, were optimistic. It was a big change from the doom and gloom of the Jimmy Carter years.
Remember that time? President Carter would hold these “fireside chats” and tell Americans that we have to accept a new reality, one where we are not as good as other nations. We, as Americans need to do with less. We need to stop dreaming. We, need to pay more, and more, and yet more taxes. It is to atone to our sins of the past (whatever the fuck they were…).
Yes. I remember that time.
I well remember this movie. I remember his sister, the crazed principal, and his secretary with the big bee-hive hairdo. I remember his carefree attitude, and who can forget the fantastic parade scene? Honestly!
John Hughes was believed to be THE scribe for teen angst.
He wrote eloquently of it in "Sixteen Candles", "The Breakfast Club" and "Pretty in Pink". And with "Ferris Bueller's Day Off", he creates a person and a time in life that just about anyone who's ever been a teenager can relate to.
Who hasn't known someone like Ferris Bueller (Broderick)? Someone who always has a plan, someone who made loafing off an art form, someone who could fall in a barrel of you-know-what and come out smelling like a rose?
-Mister-6
High school student Ferris Bueller wants a day off from school and he’s developed an incredibly sophisticated plan to pull it off. He talks his friend Cameron into taking his father’s prized Ferrari and with his girlfriend Sloane head into Chicago for the day. While they are taking in what the city has to offer school principal Ed Rooney is convinced that Ferris is, not for the first time, playing hooky for the day and is hell bent to catch him out. Ferris has anticipated that, much to Rooney’s chagrin.
Doctor Detroit.
With the democrats constantly harping that the 1980’s were a travesty with Conservatives running things, the popular culture did not reflect that at all. People listened to music that they could relate to.
They watched movies that they found happy, light and funny. The movie “Doctor Detroit” is one such movie. That is what they could relate to. Just like today, under Obama, people watched zombie survival movies. It’s all a reflection of the times.
“Doctor Detroit” ranks in my top five comedy films ever. It is not so much an “intelligent” comedy, as seems to the trend recently. But it is definitely good old ’80s fun. This really just a fun, silly movie which will give you a 90-minute shot of escapism. It is worth seeing if for no other reason than the costume that Aykroyd dons as he becomes “Dr. Detroit.”
Airplane.
Yuppur, if everyone was so miserable, then why did they enjoy so many absolutely silly comedies? The liberal narrative just falls apart.
This is still one of funniest spoof movies ever made, Airplane is one of the first and one of the best around. Spoof movies definitely have there place in everyone’s collection, but this is probably the best you’ll ever see in the genre, if you have never seen it and you fancy a laugh, I can’t recommend a better film.
“Airplane!” is, was and always shall be the master of spoof movies. It is single-handedly responsible for literally inventing a sub-genre of comedy. It is the ultimate Silly Movie. A satire of the disaster movies of the 1970s, particularly the “Airport” series, nothing makes sense and it doesn’t need to. There’s no real plot. Just laughs – and plenty of ’em.
Caddyshack.
This is a classic. When the world seems to be spinning out of control, I just download this torrent and get a smile on my face. What’s not to love?
Rodney Dangerfield is just like Trump in Washington DC. It’s friggin’ awesome. (Which is something that even Rush Limbaugh noted.)
You know another way to look at Trump? How about the movie Caddyshack? Here you have these phony club members led by Ted Baxter, and he's running around. They've got this little country club and everybody in it thinks they're the best of the best in town.Rodney Dangerfield decides to join and gets in and blows the club up. He gets this gigantic golf cart, drives it on the greens, blows a big horn, has a gigantic golf bag. The leaders of the country club are beside themselves. They try to kick the guy out, and they can't. They lose every effort against him. That's Trump: Rodney Dangerfield in the Caddyshack, and the media thinks he's Governor William Le Petomane in Blazing Saddles.They haven't the slightest idea who the guy is.-Rush Limbaugh
Some of the greatest comedic actors of that era, namely Bill Murray, Rodney Dangerfield, Ted Knight, and Chevy Chase, are firmly on their A Game here, and are absolutely sublime in this film. And with the help of the great Harold Ramis behind the camera, they raise these characters that should’ve been easily forgotten to some of the most quoted in the history of comedy. It shouldn’t have worked, but it did. This film is not for everyone. If you aren’t tickled by these performances, then there’s very little to hold your interest. And I get that. But that’s the way comedy works. It either hits you or it doesn’t. And this film still makes me laugh out loud every single time. And I imagine that it probably always will.
Better off Dead.
John Cusack was one of my favorite actors during the 1980’s. He had many films, especially the young romantic comedies. I loved them all. One of my favorite memories is the scene with the newspaper boy that keeps on wanting to get paid.
Lane Myer: Johnny...
Johnny: Four weeks, twenty papers, that's two dollars. Plus tip.
Lane Myer: Gee Johnny, I don't have a dime.
Johnny: Didn't ask for a dime. Two dollars.
Lane Myer: Well... it's funny see... my mom, had to leave early to take my brother to school and my dad to work cuz...
Johnny: ...two dollars... cash.
Lane Myer: See... the problem here is that... my little brother, this morning, got his arm caught in the microwave, and uh... my grandmother dropped acid and she freaked out, and hijacked a school bus full of... penguins, so it's kind of a family crisis... so come back later? Great.
A look of the movies that he participated in and the years make a great statement that it would seem that his movies were a firm fixture and part of the Reagan years.
Who hasn’t watched this? I have versions of this movie on BetaMAX, VHS, LaserDisc, and DVD. I remember the first time I saw this move, like Top Gun, on a Friday night in Ridgecrest after ELF training at China Lake NWC. Sit down and watch it again. It’s great!
Back to the Future is a 1985 American science fiction film directed by Robert Zemeckis and written by Zemeckis and Bob Gale. It stars Michael J. Fox as teenager Marty McFly, who accidentally travels back in time to 1955, where he meets his future parents and becomes his mother’s romantic interest. Christopher Lloyd portrays the eccentric scientist Dr. Emmett “Doc” Brown, inventor of the time-traveling DeLorean, who helps Marty repair history and return to 1985.
The Princess Bride.
Of course, this is such a classic that I am afraid to list it here. This is one of those rare films that gets better each time you watch it. With something for everyone, The Princess Bride combines romance, action, adventure and parody to create the perfect movie.
I’m not exactly sure what exactly it is that makes The Princess Bride such a spectacular film. Or, at the very least, I just can’t pinpoint a single characteristic about it that really rises above all others as the main reason that no one should miss it. Indeed, it has a title that should prove to be remarkably uninteresting to the typical action adventure fan (okay, MALE action adventure fan), but even the most die-hard Die Hard fan would love this film. It is extremely important not to judge this film just because it has such a flowery and dangerously (at the risk of sounding shallow) girly name, because it is full of wonderful adventure and even some good killing and violence. Does this belong in this kind of romantic comedy? Absolutely! The cover box of the film looks like that of a cheesy romance novel, but the film is truly great from start to finish. And, indeed, the film is very aware of the superficial impression that it leaves, and it even presents it directly through Fred Savage’s initial response to his grandfather reading him the story. But as the film goes on, we begin to have the same reaction that Fred has. We can’t get enough.
The plot is rich, with adult innuendos the kids will miss all together and levels of wit to entertain the whole family. The dialogue is full of very funny catch phrases- many of which are still part of my repertoire more than a decade after I first saw the movie. If you like dry humor and fast wit, The Princess Bride will make your day.
Revenge of the Nerds.
Revenge of the Nerds (1984) was a surprise hit. The film follows the adventures of two “nerds” as they go to college and try to join a fraternity. Oh the trials and tribulations they go through. Robert Carradine and Anthony Edwards are the two “nerds”who do everything they can to try and fit in with the rest of the college crowd.
What made Revenge work is that it didn’t try to pretend to be something that it wasn’t. This was an exploitative sex-fest and it worked well. What it also had was a funny script and one that we could all relate to. I mean, who hasn’t felt left out or relegated to the side lines while someone else gets all the glory? Besides being extremely funny, this film touched on something that we all can relate to.
This one is the first and best of the series. They should have left well enough alone. But since this was made during the 80’s, a mandatory sequel was made. I recommend this movie. It’s entertaining and worth watching.
Fletch.
Yet another forgotten gem. What really makes the movie is both Fletch’s imagination, his flair for developing different characters, and especially his speed talking. examples include “I love your body Larry (Geena Davis)” while on the phone in front of a hotel clerk, “Nugent, Ted Nugent” when asked by Alan what his name was, “What kind of a name is Poon anyways?” asks Mr. Boyd, to which Fletch’s reply is, “Comanche Indian”.
This movie totally rocks and you will love seeing it AGAIN and AGAIN!!! It is so much better than jay and silent bob strike back, you’ll be laughing for hours! enjoy!
Class! just pure class, nothing long winded just short and sweet, made at a time when chase was top of his class with others like Steve Martin, as for the film its a good story with many many jokes most of which you will have to see the film again to catch as some as they are very fast such as name changes he comes up with, it still stands up well today even if some jokes are lost on people to young to remember certain peoples names, its a shame people like chase don’t get the films that made them so big in the 80s but times and tastes change.
The Goonies.
Here is just another fun movie. It’s now a cult movie, and over the years the house in the movie has had countless visitors to it wanting to relive the movie in their own way. I had this movie on both BetaMAX and LaserDisc, and when the production of the movies in this format dried up, I was left with these classics to watch on rainy days.
The Goonies was written by Chris Columbus from a story by executive producer Steven Spielberg. A band of kids who live in the “Goon Docks” neighborhood of Astoria, Oregon, attempt to save their homes from demolition, and, in doing so, discover an old Spanish map that leads them on an adventure to unearth the long-lost fortune of One-Eyed Willy, a legendary 17th-century pirate. During the entire adventure, they are chased by a family of criminals, who also want the treasure for themselves.
Bill & Ted’s Excellent Adventure.
This is classic. He and Alex Winter (an indie film dynamo) play Bill and Ted, a couple of 80’s California dudes who want to start their own rock band (Wyld Stallyons). However, both are flunking in high school and will be expelled unless they get an A+ in history.
To make matters worse, Ted will be sent to the military by his father, therefore squashing their dreams of rock stardom.
Enter Rufus (George Carlin), a man from the future who plays Clarence to the boys George (shades of It’s A Wonderful Life) who gives them a telephone booth. With it, they decide to use it to collect great historical figures and bring them to San Dimas, California to show them how mankind has evolved.
Bill and Ted are truly likeable boneheads and both Reeves and Winter deliver fine performances. Carlin is funny in his appearances, showing that he doesn’t need trash-talk to be entertaining. The dialogue is truly amusing, probably because no one talks like that any more. The only weakness is that it’s an 80’s film, so if you didn’t grow up in that era, you might not understand why there’s music playing throughout the film, or why everyone looks and dresses so weird (yes, that’s how everyone looked in the 1980’s).
Who’s Harry Crumb?
This is a forgotten jewel. John Candy’s best film, by far. Granted, he’s been in such classics like Uncle Buck, Planes, Trains and Automobiles, and Little Shop of Horrors, but this is a film where he had to completely stand alone as THE MAN. Campy, fun and entertaining, this film is a great find for anyone who loves old-school comedies.
Harry’s asinine comments make him look like a real ass but he isn’t. Once you get that, it’s easy to get into the humor. That’s John Candy’s genius; his ability to humanize a variety of unlikely or impossible characters and make us love them even if we don’t believe them. this is party because of the expressiveness of his face but also because of his indefinable comic spark.
Volunteers.
Before they started winning Oscars, struggling actors such as Tom Hanks and Robin Williams used to be… SURPRISE!! funny! volunteers is a great example of a movie that refuses to take its leading actors seriously and is all the better for it. this is not a “star vehicle” but is rather an irreverent tongue-in-cheek romp. it takes its cues from Saturday night live, SCTV, Monty Python, and cheesy off-broadway one-act plays.
In return, it is spoofed by one particular Hollywood blockbuster to follow, Austin Powers Goldmember. Mike Myers must have been as impressed with the “reading the subtitles” joke, as well as the “Asian guy on the toilet/being chased by sumo wrestler” schtick. but rather than beat the jokes to death, volunteers assumes we are smart enough to catch them on the fly.
“Volunteers” successfully spoofs more classic films than any other – from Casablanca, through Bridge over the River Kwai, to Lawrence of Arabia, they’re all there if you’re watching carefully enough. Volunteers is a very funny, well written, well acted film. It is so packed with humor it reminds me of the old Mad Magazines with the jokes written in the margins. Some of the humor is rather subtle and the dialogue rolls right over it. If you’re not paying attention, you might miss it.
Back to School.
Old Rodney Dangerfield never got the level of respect that he deserved. (Snicker…)
A funny post-Animal House college film with a pretty distinguished cast. In addition to Dangerfield, who is terrific as usual, we also get to see Sally Kellerman, Burt Young, Ned Beatty, and an introduction to the brilliance of Robert Downey Jr. who is unforgettable as Derek Lutz.
Although the movie is silly, lacking any convincing realism or plot, it is nonetheless wonderful fun…especially if you are a Dangerfield fan. His rendition of “Twist and Shout” is a classic. And the scene at registration where his chauffeur Lou, played by the redoubtable Young, is priceless when he holds up a sign by the limo with Bruce Springstein’s name on it and all the students rush out to mob the car while Dangerfield, his son, his son’s love interest, and Lutz have the pick of classes.
I love Rodney Dangerfield. Always have. His one-liners, and all-around smartass attitude have made him a living legend and he never fails to crack me up. Back to School is a great example of what he can do and I never get tired of watching it. Keith Gordon is great as his son and Robert Downey Jr. is pretty hysterical as his best bud. The ever-reliable Burt Young is a lot of fun as Dangerfield’s limo-driver/best friend and he does his duty at supplying the laughs.
Fast Times at Ridgemont High.
This was made during the post-disco, pre-greed era of the 80s that was far too short. I’m surprised to find out this movie is still popular considering it is far from being politically correct. And, boys and girls, that is a very good thing.
I’ll admit, I wouldn’t want my kids to some of the things these high school kids did, but it is a nice reminder how much fun the era was.
It’s a film about a group of kids looking for love, status, or a good buzz. The film was nothing more than that, and it didn’t pretend to be more. In addition, Cameron Crowe’s script made you *care* about what these kids went through as if their individual situations were happening to us (as they may very well have). It’s almost a crime that a sequel was never made, although a mediocre TV series was spawned. Armed with a cast of characters that struck a chord with all of us (primarily because we knew someone in High School who acted just like them), and a soundtrack that reeked of the Mark Goodman-J.J. Jackson era of MTV, this film stands as a perfect portrait of a decade a lot of us say we’d like to forget….shortly before brushing the dust off an old Night Ranger cassette and indulging in a guilty pleasure.
Adventures in Babysitting.
Elizabeth Shue plays Chris Parker who is babysitting one night but due to certain circumstances ends up taking the kids out on the town in order to pick up one of her friends. What follows is all sorts of adventures involving thugs, crooks, thieves, the lot.
The film is totally funny to watch and has some really good scenes in. Two that come to mind involve a fight between two gangs on a train and one involving the god of Thunder Thor (well, not the Thor you would be expecting).
“Adventures in Babysitting” is a movie that I’ll never forget. One of the reasons why this film is so memorable is because of the Chicago locations. For the past 25 years or so there have been lots of good movies shot in and around Chicago (as well as the suburbs) such as “Risky Business”, “Ferris Bueller’s Day Off”, and “The Fugitive” just to name a few. But “Adventures in Babysitting” is probably my favorite movie to be made in Chicago. I saw this movie when it first came out in the summer of 1987 (a year after “Ferris Bueller” which “Adventures” bares somewhat of a resemblance to) and while I was watching the film it felt to me like I was part of the adventure. Today, this is still a very entertaining picture, and a lot of fun.
This is an exciting movie which was typical of 1980’s movies.
Boy, I wish they could make movies like that now. The 80’s has got to be the best decade ever for films of all genres and this movie is just one of many great comedy films of that era. Oh and by the way, I think Elizabeth Shue is beautiful and I believe this was her best role.
Pee Wee’s Big Adventure.
It’s terrible what the liberals did to Pee Wee. I guess you could say that he was “Borked” long before the democrats assaulted picks for the Supreme Court. Because they and the liberal media got away with it without consequence, it paved the way for all subsequent terror and mayhem that they implemented. Sigh.
Surprisingly, this is Tim Burton’s first movie and he did a great job. His unique directing, visual design, and dark comedy just work superbly as a whole. I can never remember being so affected by clowns in hospital smocks.
Let’s not forget Pee Wee as well. He was definitely a character who I enjoyed watching because he was so carefree, happy, and it was hard not to like him. There are so many great scenes in this one like breakfast time, the Alamo, Pee Wee’s nightmares, any scene with Francis “YOU’LL BE SORRY PEE WEE HERMAN!” Buxton, Mickey the con, the Warner Bros lot and so many more.
The characters are great too and from their performances, you can tell they had fun doing this film cause it shows. With a the limited budget, Pee Wee’s wacky nature, and Tim Burton’s imagination, it all adds up to a really entertaining film. Oops, can’t forget Danny Elfman’s great soundtrack which sets the tone rather nicely.
Some people may think that this movie is silly, pointless, and has ridiculous scenes. But I, however, find it to be entertaining, very funny, and a good family movie made back in the 80’s. It has a lot of jokes that are mostly the ones that are funny because they are weird and never seen anywhere else, but it does also have some one-liners that make even the most stern of audiences laugh. What I liked about this movie was that it had a lot of people involved in it. There were also a lot of locations that were shown in this film, even if the places were not the initial location that they intentioned of in the movie.
One Crazy Summer.
I love the atmosphere, the story line, and the black and white portrayals of Rich Country-Club Republicans.
Do you remember the monster suit where the zipper broke? The poor guy was trying to get the darn head off, and the rich millionaire threw his cigar in the mouth. The monster began streaking and demolishing the model community while smoke came out of his mouth! LOL.
Watermarked photo for One Crazy Summer. I love the Nancy and Ronnie Lunch pail and the Generic Elementary School.
Spies Like Us.
Chevy Chase and Dan Aykroyd were awesome in this film. It reflected the changing politics of the time, and how two nations can get together after a long, long cold war. What a great 1980’s movie.
Spies Like Us is a 1985 American comedy film directed by John Landis and starring Chevy Chase, Dan Aykroyd, Steve Forrest, and Donna Dixon. The film is an homage to the famous Road to … film series which starred Bob Hope and Bing Crosby. Hope himself makes a cameo in one scene.
Night of the Comet
Cheesy, but enjoyable satire with a big chunk of ’80’s vibe for flavor! Comet eliminates the worlds population, leaving surviving sisters to fend against a group of demented scientists.
Trapped in a hellish copyright limbo for over a decade, Thom Eberhardt’s “Night Of The Comet” is a film whose reputation is due for a serious rehabilitation. Generally–and wrongly–categorized with typical 80s teen horror films, “Comet” is in fact a smart, skillful parody of the low-budget sci-fi horror classics of the 50s, 60s and 70s–and a wry commentary on teen culture in the 1980s as well.
While many peg Night of the Comet as a zombie picture, and granted two or three zombies do show up along the way, this film really has much more in common with the old B sci-fi movies of the 1950s. In fact, one could make a good case that the film is meant to be a comical parody of those old schlock films, after all it does have a nice comic book feel! From any view, this is an entertaining film even with its silly moments. It manages to stir up a few chills along with the laughs.
Hot Dog.
For a while, I worked as a movie theater manager in Corpus Christi Texas. We would get movies and then run them for one or two weeks. This movie “Hot Dog” ran for four weeks and was, in my mind, very typically 1980’s.
“Hot Dog” is a light-hearted comedy and served to inspire me to trek out to California later on that year. While there is no proof, I suspect that the movie “Hot Tub, Time Machine” is somehow a modern day incarnation of this movie.
The Harkin Banks character reminded me of my best friend in university, ol’ Peter. Heck, he’d probably think of me as the hard-drinking clown Dan O’ Callahan. LOL.
Harkin Banks is a young Idaho farm kid who is also an ace at skiing. He is headed to the freestyle skiing championships in Squaw Valley, CA along with runaway Sunny. He meets his adversary in the form of Rudy, a self centered European skier who doesn’t take a liking to Harkin or his new found friends, The Rat Pack, led by veteran Dan O’ Callahan. Harkin has many misadventures with Dan and his buddies, but doesn’t lose focus in his attempt to get the World Cup.
An Officer and a Gentleman.
This movie really seemed to seriously influence everyone during this time. It was almost as if the ideas of the knight in shining armor that would come and rescue the damsel in distress would actually come true.
This was a central theme of many of the movie of the 1980’s; that the childhood fantasies of our childhood could really come true, we just need to see them in a new light.
In the Movie an Officer and and a gentleman, the AOC sticks through the training, and then at the end of the movie through all the hardship shows pure love and faithfulness to his love. He arrives at her factory and literally sweeps her off her feet and carries her away.
Flashdance.
It wasn’t only the movie “An Officer and a Gentleman” that had the knight in shining armor rescue the girl. There were other movies of a similar theme. In Flashdance, a hardworking steel worker gets a big shot at her dream. Oh, don’t ever, ever let anyone steal your dream. It’s a story about hopes, dreams, and obtaining them.
When Flashdance first came out, all the New York, Chicago and LA critics despised the film. They thought it was a flop. That’s how far out of touch the liberal elites were back in the 1980’s. Yet, when the movie was released, it became an instant success.
Everyone in the heartland could relate to it.
In Flashdance you see the only moment that matters. It all builds up. Everyone else is better than you. They are classically trained, and all you are is a steel worker; a welder. The chances of escaping from the mills of Pittsburgh is slim. You could end up like your sister. You have to give it everything that you have.
Risky Business.
This is a great movie about being an entrepreneur. Of course, things don’t always go as you have planned. The underwater 928 is a great case in point. But, what a great movie. Of course, it stars Tom Cruise and Rebecca De Mornay which made the film even more magical.
I really love the job interview scene at the tail end of the movie. Heh heh.
A suburban Chicago teenager’s parents leave on vacation, and he cuts loose. An unauthorized trip in his father’s Porsche means a sudden need for lots of money, which he raises in a creative way.
The Witches of Eastwick.
This is a great movie, but somehow it’s been kind of forgotten. I love the movie plot, three women, who have “powers”, conjure up a demon. Suddenly all sorts of interesting things happen. Yikes!
John Updike probably panicked when he saw what screenwriter Michael Christoper and director George Miller did to his book…..but this movie is all the BETTER for what they did! Careening wildly between scenes of light fantasy, full-bore horror and extreme gross-outs, this film is wildly imaginative and terrifically entertaining. With Jack Nicholson as the devil himself, things just don’t get any better than that! Actually, the whole cast is very well-chosen and all give great performances. Who can forget the cherry scene…?
Dirty Dancing.
This movie inspired me to take up ballroom dancing. Which, I might add, became a serious love of mine and a significant hobby. It’s a great movie about summer, dancing, and many other things. Of course, the show point is the dancing. This is such a wonderful movie.
Oh, by the way, as great as the acting was with actress Jennifer Grey was, when she had plastic surgery on her nose, she was unable to get any other roles in Hollywood, she became unrecognizable.
This is literally the original “feel good” dance film — which spawned dozens if not hundreds of imitations. The script is perfect. The acting is perfect. The casting is perfect. The direction is perfect. And the music score is to die for. Swayze’s career was unfortunately cut short. Jennifer Grey, who practically made this role a part of her DNA, had a nose job and (the cynics say) lost a lot of later roles because the casting directors were afraid no one would recognize her.
Explorers.
This is a charming little movie that has faded into obscurity. It’s all about a group of boys who start getting messages in their sleep. They listen to their dreams and build a space ship. It’s a fun and wild tale. I well remember this movie as yet again, I watched it the Ridgecrest movie theater after training at the ELF substation at China Lake.
A boy obsessed with 50s sci-fi movies about aliens has a recurring dream about a blueprint of some kind, which he draws for his inventor friend. With the help of a third kid, they follow it and build themselves a spaceship. I loved the detail and imagination within this movie – like the one dream that the three boys all share, the sphere they create from their computer, the guard dog they give bubble gum to, the amusement ride seat they turn into their spaceship, with windows made from the fronts of washing-machines and TVs. And our three heroes make a great team. They are all very different in character, yet share that same dream of escape and adventure. Ethan Hawke is the main hero – the one that most viewers will relate to – the average 80’s kid hooked on television, daydreaming during school lessons and a huge crush on the girl next door.
Sixteen Candles.
This is a pure classic, and it is so well known that I would be surprised if anyone hasn’t heard of this movie.
I once taught English to a 16 year old Chinese gal who had a terrible crush on this other boy in her school. She would talk about it (in English with me) and expressed her frustration that no one understands. So I downloaded this movie on a USB and gave it to her. I can’t say that it changed her for the better or the worst, but I will tell you that she really appreciated it.
These are the immortal words spoken by SIXTEEN CANDLES heroine Samantha Baker (Molly Ringwald) in the ultimate 80’s teen comedy. This movie has become a classic to those who grew up in the 60’s and 70’s, like myself, and I now consider it a “guilty pleasure”. Its a movie we all grew up with. Didn’t we all know a person like ‘Farmer Ted’, or a hot queenie like the blonde he hilariously gets. It was every young freshman’s fantasy. This funny flick is also a relic of the 80’s that is not all that dated.
Coming to America.
What an absolutely laugh out loud comedy. Again, this is yet another of the dreams come true fairy tales. This is a modern day story of the prince comes and rescues Cinderella from a life of drudgery. Only this time Cinderella lives in Queens, and the Prince is from Africa.
I watched this movie with my girlfriend from Zambia. She couldn’t control herself. She was rolling in the chair laughing, as many of the scenes in Africa were really, really exaggerated versions of Zambia.
An extremely pampered African Prince travels to Queens, New York, and goes undercover to find a wife who he can respect for her intelligence and will. It is the 21st birthday of Prince Akeem of Zamunda and he is to marry a woman he never saw before. Now the prince breaks with tradition and travels to America to look for the love of his life.
The movie is filled with gags and charming and funny situations. It’s a poke in the eye of barbershops, Queens, Black culture, relationships, McDonalds and just about everything else. However, as funny and charming as it is, the end where Cinderella gets married with the prince is most especially pleasing.
The first part of this movie, showing Eddie Murphy’s life as an African prince, is one of the funniest things I have ever seen. I loved it. The wedding ceremony alone was so funny, I almost fell out of my chair from laughing so hard. I thought this could be one of the funniest movies of all time. At about the halfway point, though, it stops being a laugh-a-minute riot, and kind of settles down into more of a quiet romance movie. The scene at the basketball game (with the man who worships Murphy) is the last really hilarious thing that happens. After that, it never again reaches the energy of the beginning. This is not really a bad thing, though: it is still enjoyable from start to finish, even during the quiet parts. It has good actors, and it is fun to watch, and that makes it a great movie.
Ghostbusters.
Here we talk about the very first movie. Not the sequel, and most certainly not the progressive politically correct all-woman remake. Yuck!
Like numerous other movies, I first watched this movie in Ridgecrest when I was in ELF training at China Lake. What a fun movie. I remember standing in line to buy the tickets and a son in front of us asks his father if this movie will be too scary for him. The father smiled and said that he didn’t think so. LOL.
What’s that you say? Ghostbusters, one of the most financially successful and over-hyped comedies of the eighties, underrated? Yes. Precisely because it was so over-hyped and made so much money, there has been a stigma attached to this film identifying it as a childish FX piece, when it is nothing of the sort. Most of the lines people remember(“He slimed me,” “OK. So? She’s a dog,” “When someone asks you if you’re a god, you say YES!”) are not its funniest or wittiest lines, which often are missed on first or even second viewing. I laugh every time I observe a gag or a quip that I somehow missed the other 20 times I viewed a scene; “Egon, this reminds me of the time you tried to drill a hole through your head, remember that?” “That would have worked if you hadn’t stopped me”, or, to the driver of a van from a loony bin, “Dropping off or picking up?” Brilliant.
Vacation.
I am not sure, but I think that all the “National Lampoon” Vacation movies were made in the 1980’s. What a great decade! Who can forget this movie. I most especially love the new station wagon. LOL!
The Griswolds are a gene pool of absolute disaster and nothing…NOTHING goes right…ever. The fun begins with Clark being forced to accept a disgusting metallic pea-green family truckster instead of a cool-blue sports model with CB and optional fun pack. It’s literally the most hideous car in the history of automobiles (and that includes the car that Homer Simpson made for his brother Herb).
Honey, I Shrunk the Kids.
This is the charming comedy when a “mad scientist” accidentally shrinks the kids and they get stuck in the backyard. Not bad, eh? Well, it is if you are the size of an ant. Oh, remember that this was made in the 1980’s.
Today, in the hyper-protective, politically-correct America, there is a parental advisory for this movie (if you can believe it.) Why the friggin’ heck why?
WARNING: Husbands and wives kiss in several scenes! Two teens kiss passionately. The mother makes a reference to a boy being in the dark with her daughter. A boy says he learned to give mouth to mouth resuscitation in "french class". A teen girl talks about a boy she would like to date. A boy asks a girl for a date. A man tells another man that his wife has "plumbing trouble".
-Parents Advisory IMDb
The scientist father of a teenage girl and boy accidentally shrinks his and two other neighborhood teens to the size of insects. Now the teens must fight diminutive dangers as the father searches for them.
Labyrinth
By today’s standards “Labyrinth” may look dated and cheap but there’s something about it that makes it special. David Bowie makes it a stand alone movie in the weird ranking. The man is crazy but his performance is excellent!
Jennifer Connely (being 16 at the time) delivers a solid and tender performance. She was very, very cute and her performance totally gained the audience’s love.
This is a classic fantasy film from Jim Henson, in collaboration with George Lucas. There really is a magic about the film and that has helped it last as a firm family favorite all these years. As with many films aimed at younger audiences there are messages that the writers, in this case Henson himself, have tried to convey, such as `be careful what you wish for (as in the heat of the moment we are not always sure what is best for us) and also about not taking things for granted. These lessons not only relate to the major target audience of young children but also teenagers and adults alike. The film also has values and attitudes about growing up, the central character Sarah is in the awkward stage between child and womanhood, the stage of adolescence. She acts like a child in her self importance and possessiveness but she is perhaps starting to grow out of her young imagination. She does not want to, her room full of inanimate companions, dreams and fantasies, she feels are slipping away.
The tale is fantastic and keeps you interested from the beginning to the end. The musical moments are also great! The f/x were great for it’s time and I wonder how they came out with the idea for creating such original characters. The thing that I liked the most about the movie is it’s art direction. The world that is created is taken directly from everyone’s fantasy world idea. Colorful and dark at the same time.
Splash.
This is a seemingly forgotten movie with the great John Candy and a mermaid. It is charming and funny at the same time. It is a shame that it has fallen into obscurity.
This movies, as well as many of the movies of the 1980’s were made long before the social re-engineering of the Bill Clinton presidency. People could smoke in offices, and have beer at lunch. You could talk about porn openly, and no one would bat an eyelash. Ah, the days when Americans had freedom.
Over-achieving little film that was directed by Ron Howard and stars Tom Hanks as a young man who finds the woman of his dreams (Daryl Hannah). The only problem: she is really a mermaid. Splash is a 1984 American fantasy romantic comedy film directed by Ron Howard, written by Lowell Ganz and Babaloo Mandel, and starring Tom Hanks, Daryl Hannah, John Candy, and Eugene Levy. The film involves a young man who falls in love with a mysterious woman who is secretly a mermaid. The film was nominated for an Academy Award for Best Original Screenplay.
Riders of the Storm (The American Way).
This is a great little movie that kind of got lost over the years. It is a gleefully anarchic one fingered salute by the liberals in Hollywood to Eighties America, especially Ronald Reagan politics.
But, don’t let that scare you. It’s really obvious who the enemies are; the rich and wealthy elite that controls government and media… who are they? Yeah. They are progressive liberals. Not conservatives.
“The American Way” sees Hopper playing the leader of a bunch of technological pirates who continually broadcast anti-establishment anti-Reagan material over mainstream television channels.
Riders of the Storm is a little known film starring Dennis Hopper, featuring him as the captain of an ex-USAF electronic warfare aircraft, now dedicated to filling the airwaves with pirate TV broadcasts. Politics, TV evangelism, the USAF, Transvestisism, public access TV: none can escape the cutting observations of this must see film.
Dennis Hopper and Michael J. Pollard (Doc Tesla) lead a crew of misfit Vietnam veterans highly trained in psychological warfare and armed with a B29 equipped as a flying pirate TV station creating havoc for the broadcast networks and authorities as they fly the country on a crusade to bring radical philosophies and classic audiovisuals to a conservative and media brainwashed viewing public.
On the verge of retirement they are compelled to mount one last campaign to destroy a demographically engineered presidential candidate (who looks to me a lot like a Conservative version of Hillary Clinton) who would see the country brought to war again.
Extensive explorations into concepts of non-violent defiance of authority and pursuit of justice, questioning conventional morality, exposition of criminal activities in the guise of righteousness by righteous people being classed as criminals by a corrupt establishment, existentialist themes, technology and rock music versus violence and force, nature of religious beliefs, political corruption and post Vietnam issues.
Some excellent 60’s and 70’s music in the soundtrack. Not to be missed.
Funny, heartfelt and with a serious bone to pick with the world in general, “The American Way” is something of a lost gem. Hunt it down if you’re in the mood for something different that really taps into what makes Hopper great.
Amazon Women on the Moon
This is a kind of odd-ball movie. It is simply a collection of comedy sketches. “Amazon Women on the Moon” is one of my all-time favorite movies, not because it is perfect, but because it effectively yet respectfully lampoons so many genres, including 50s movies, late-night television of all sorts, and even different styles of literature available throughout a good portion of the 20th century. Find a trend in literature of the 40s and 50s, movies of the 50s and 60s, or television of the 50s through the 70s, and it is somehow made fun of in this movie.
Boy, do i love this movie! I’m not saying it didn’t have any flaws. Id say about 80% of it was very funny. The movie itself is built around a 50’s b-movie “Amazon women on the moon” which has some serious troubles while showing and the jokes are then presented as commercials etc. One of the most memorable moments IMO in this film include: “The blacks without the soul”, “Petmate of the month” and several others.
With a few exceptions, the film is about your typical late night television and the crazy ads that used to permeate the airwaves before all the infomercials started taking over in the 90’s. In this film, they make fun of those crazy ads and programming by doing outrageous spoof ads interspersed with an old 1950’s B movie with a lot of projection problems.
Like Monty Python stuff, this uneven collection of comedy tidbits with several different directors and a huge cast will receive mixed reactions: some will love almost all of it; some will like some parts and loath others; and there will be those who find the whole thing to be sophomoric, humorless idiocy. For me, the best parts were the title skit, an almost too real parody of a ‘fifties space movie, the concluding social disease sketch (you have to have experienced the ‘thirties and ‘forties to get it, though), and some of the commercials, especially the ones by Don (The Man With No Soul) Simmons.
Any couch potato with a good sense of humor and a memory of the 70’s & 80’s television programming should enjoy this one!
Desperately Seeking Susan
In this very clever story, Roberta (Arquette) is a bored housewife with a rich fantasy life who envies a woman named Susan (Madonna). Susan’s boyfriend is always leaving her notes in the personals column about where to meet.
Before long, Roberta is showing up at the meeting places and actually starts stalking Susan. When Susan pays for a pair of boots that she wants with her unique leather jacket, Roberta buys it and starts wearing it.
All this could have been harmless fun except for three things: 1) Susan is a con artist, and she’s stolen Egyptian artifacts she mistook for earrings from a guy in Atlantic City, who ended up dead at the bottom of his hotel; 2) Susan was seen (from the back) wearing her jacket in the hallway of the hotel by a mobster who wants the artifacts; and 3) Roberta is in an accident, and when she wakes up, she has amnesia…
“Desperately Seeking Susan” is the best kind of amusing: pleasant but not so much so that we become immersed in the fact that things aren’t as zany as they could be. The film is smartly amusing, after all, with the comic scenario bettering as it grows increasingly convoluted. Thank God for this little gem of a movie, in all its silliness. It takes me back to a time when everything was still possible, and I thought I knew everything although I really knew nothing. Well, now that I know, not everything but a great deal, I still find this movie really likable. It’s strange that it’s so old, and it still feels quite fresh and exciting. Maybe it’s the New York atmosphere, or the sense of excitement that Madonna brings to every one of her scenes. I think she’s good in this film because she doesn’t yet take herself too seriously and isn’t trying too hard.
This is such a fun movie, with much of the comedy being in the situation rather than in the dialogue. Not only that, it’s totally ’80s, right down to Madonna’s leggings, and brings back a lot of great memories.
Near Dark
I loved this movie when it first came out. It was able to portray a more “realistic” scenario for vampire outlaws. LOL. A young cowboy is literally bitten by a beautiful stranger and ends up joining a band of blood-suckers who roam the American heartland.
Although Near Dark is often over-shadowed by the ultra-hip vampire movie The Lost Boys (1987), Near Dark is a far more juicier treat for horror fans. Eric Red, who also wrote The Hitcher (1986), gives us a seemingly old-fashioned tale of struggle between human nature and savage lust with a nicely spun sense of modernism. Not to mention plenty of touches of dark humor.
This is one of the best vampire flicks I’ve ever seen. These aren’t your standard sharp fang having, flying, cool contact wearing, red cape sporting vampires. Rather these vampires look like nomads, leftovers from a roaming biker gang. They drive around in a trailer that has aluminum foil covering the windows to block out the sunlight. They drink blood. They spit out the bullets you shoot them with. They’re a tad different than your classic vampire but different enough to keep them interesting.
It’s a story that does well with avoiding the obvious clichés of the vampire genre. Director Kathryn Bigelow gives this film terrific style, not only adding scenic beauty but sharply creating plenty of intense action sequences. The entire sequence in the bar has became a favorite among many. Adding even more to the film is the beautiful music score by Tangerine Dream.
The Freshman.
OK, for you purists out there, this movie was released in 1990, but was in production in 1988. So I am including it herein. How many actors could have parodied their most classic roles without falling into caricature? Think about it: while it takes a certain talent to make a performance that elevates a character to a legendary status, overplaying enough to make it comical but not over-the-top is the ultimate proof of acting genius.
Only Marlon Brando could have got away with playing his most iconic character, the Godfather, and make it so damn believable. And it’s this very seriousness in his performance that makes “The Freshman” so delightful and naturally, hilarious.
Clark had no other choice than to say yes, after all, isn’t Vito Corleone, the man who makes offers we can’t refuse? The film’s funniest moments are driven by Sabantini’s aura and Clark’s incapability to control the situation or to say ‘no’. The script finds the perfect tone to show a guy screwed but in a way that inspires our sympathy without feeling antipathy toward Sabatini. And another triumph on the writing department is the way everything seems believable despite all the zany material it employs. Whether it’s a picture of Mussolini in an Italian Social club, an espresso that takes three spoons of sugar, the Mona Lisa painting in Carmine’s house, and a weird traffic involving a Komodo dragon, I wonder why I wanted to believe that the first time I saw it. Maybe I was just a 10-year old kid who just laughed at the gags without looking too much deeper into it. The irony is that after watching ‘The Godfather’ so many times, I believed in Sabatini even more.
Although not revolutionary, what makes “The Freshman” such a classic on its own is that it accomplishes a real miracle by resuscitating Vito Corleone, his name is Carmine Sabatini but the movie can’t fool us: the guy IS Vito Corleone.
As explained in the film, Sabatini’s the one who inspired Vito’s character, in other words, “The Freshman” is so confident over its comical premise, and rightfully so, that it doesn’t even hesitate to insert several references to “The Godfather”.
Yeah, and these are not just gratuitous ‘Godfather’ references thrown away for the sake of it, it’s important to know that it’s not a parallel world where the movie isn’t supposed to exist. On the contrary, not only it does, but whoever sees Carmine Sabatini has the most natural reaction by immediately thinking of Vito Corleone.
The movie, in a way, asks the question, how any of us would react in front of a movie character. How would I if I met my favorite character? I guess, probably like Clark Kellog, Matthew Broderick as a film college student, the titular “Freshman”.
Die Hard.
This movie has a special place in my heart. But, aside from that, this is just a great flick. Period. It is all about the everyday, plain old man, who has (out of necessity) be the hero and do the uncomfortable and the job that no one else wants to do. Hey guy! How’s your friggin’ Christmas this year? Eh?
One could claim that 1988’s “Die Hard” is one of the most influential action movies ever made because it basically revolutionized one of the most copied (but never matched, at least in terms of quality) formulas: a loner, by some unique twist of fate, battles it out with an “x” number of terrorists in an enclosed environment. Willis was a wild card – an unlikely choice for the role of our hero “John McClane” – since he didn’t have any action credits on his resume’ and let’s face it: Bruce Willis just didn’t have the bulging biceps required for a role like this. But that’s the beauty of his performance in this movie: he’s an everyday guy, caught in a not-so-everyday situation. Certainly one of the best known action movies ever, “Die Hard” did receive the scorn of critics upon its 1988 summer release, but the audiences sung a completely different tune.
Rescues that Occurred and their Movies
There were numerous heart-warming events that happened during the 1980’s. Funny how the mainstream media has somehow forgotten these important events. Let’s discuss three of them. The first is the true story of how three trapped whales were freed by joint efforts of the United States, Russia and the local inhabitants of the icy North.
The rescue of the whales.
Operation Breakthrough was an international effort to free three gray whales in 1988. The whales had become trapped in pack ice in the Beaufort Sea near Point Barrow. Point Barrow in the U.S. state of Alaska. The whales’ plight generated media attention that led to the collaboration of multiple governments and organizations to free them. The youngest whale died during the effort and it is unknown if the remaining two whales ultimately survived.
This event was made into a Hollywood movie titled “Big Miracle“. The entire nation, including myself, were riveted to the television screen trying to find out what was going on with the poor trapped whales.
The movie titled “Big Miracle” is a realistic portrayal of an actual rescue event during the 1980’s. In it, both the United States, led by Ronald Reagan and the USSR worked together to free three trapped whales.
The rescue of the geese and their breeding grounds.
In 1986, Bill Lishman started training Canada Geese to follow his ultralight aircraft. As such, he succeeded in leading their migration through his program “Operation Migration.” This event was made into a movie titled “Fly Away Home“. I have to admit that this move is a “tearjerker”. But that is in a good way.
The movie “Fly Away Home” is film rendition of a rescue effort that took place during the 1980’s to save geese and their breeding grounds.
The recovery of huskies abandoned at the South Pole.
Like the other two events, this was also made into a movie. The event itself took place in 1958, but the movie about it was very popular and released in 1983 and was a big hit. This movie was then remade later on. The remade movie was named “Eight Below“.
In the extreme wilderness of Antarctica, three members of a scientific expedition -- Jerry Shepard, his best friend, Cooper and a rugged American geologist -- are forced to leave behind their team of beloved sled dogs due to a sudden accident and perilous weather conditions in Antarctica. During the harsh, Antarctic winter, the dogs must struggle for survival alone in the intense frozen wilderness for more than six months.
-Rotten Tomatoes
The 1958 ill-fated Japanese expedition to Antarctica inspired the 1983 hit film Antarctica, of which Eight Below is a remake. Eight Below adapts the events of the 1958 incident, moved forward to 1993. In the 1958 event, fifteen Sakhalin Husky sled dogs were abandoned when the expedition team was unable to return to the base. When the team returned a year later, two dogs were still alive. Another seven were still chained up and dead, five were unaccounted for, and one died just outside Showa Station.
Huskies and Malemutes look at home in that element because they were bred to work and survive in like conditions. These two near primitives could really do what these actors did and survive. It was refreshing to me to see humans show the same dedication and love for the dogs that dogs give to their human family members every day. It would be hard for actors to really be able to show all that those of us who treasure our dogs would feel if we had to leave them behind but he did a credible job
Conclusions
These are just some vignettes of my snippets of memory from the 1980’s. I present them here as someone who had experienced them first hand. You know, for a time period that was so full of inequality, poverty and racism as the Democrats, and Obama constantly says, the popular media of that time did not reflect it.
Which is WHY the elites and the oligarchy has to rewrite history.
If the decade was truly one as described by the democrats, then the songs would be sadder, the movies darker, and the culture more subdued. Right? Look at the movies and the culture of America under Obama. Look at the movies that were made and the popular television shows.
It was under the Obama presidency where end-of-the-world, and zombie movies really became popular. Why is this? While it is true that there were comedies, and all sort of progressive movies, the most popular movies reflected an interest in war, terror, and destruction. It reflected Obama’s America.
I am firmly convinced that Americans have been the most propagandized people in all of history. It doesn’t matter what the subject is; whether it is life in China to history three decades ago, the narrative has constantly been directed towards certain targets. The “goal posts” have constantly been moving. All to keep Americans ignorant, fearful and suspicious.
In short, the mainstream American media has spent the last fifty years trying to separate, divide and isolate Americans from each other. That is because, unified we are a serious threat to those who control the nation.
When your children look back at the presidency of Barrack Obama, a socialist democrat, what will they read and see? The history books will talk glowingly about his “many” successes, and repeatedly state how everyone was happy and dancing around with unicorns under rainbows…
The liberal progressive dream. That if the world is ruled by one world government that we would all function in love and warmth because our leaders would care for us. They would hand us presents, and care for us. They would give us free food, free medicine, free housing, free education. They would be our overlords and we would worship them for the paltry scraps that they would provide to us.
Eh?
Well, maybe a look at the culture at that time will tell you all that you need to know about what life was under his sphere of influence…
Screen shot of “popular movies from 2008 to 2016”. This is what culture was like under Obama. We see horror, zombies, police, drugs, mutations, and worlds being threatened with extinction.
Take Aways
History can be described by facts, numbers, charts and data.
However, the best measure of a period of time is how you felt living it.
The Obama rewritten narrative of the 1980’s does not resemble what it was like by those who experienced it.
I argue that to understand a period of time, you need to delve into the culture.
The culture of the 1980’s was strange and unusual compared to today.
A look at the movies of the 1980’s can illustrate what it was like living during that time period.
FAQ
Q: What is the purpose of this post?
A: I see many people who have not lived in the 1980’s try to tell me that it was a horrible and terrible time. They do so because that is what they were taught. Yet, these very same people also tell me that they love the movies and the people during that time. They wish that they could be cruising in a GTO and living the life that they can only dream of.
They wish that the movies of today would be of the same caliber as the movies of today. Their disconnect from the awareness that culture tracks reality is disturbing. They go hand-in-hand. A culture always is a reflection of the people in society.
Q: Is this a complete list of movies?
A: No, not by a long shot. Many movies are left off, but I really don’t have all day. Here are just a handful of movies that are reflective of this time. Honorable mentions include…
Brainstorm (1983)
Dead Heat (I love the animated butcher shop. LOL)
Raiders of the Lost Ark
My Best Friend is a Vampire
Lean on Me.
Blade Runner.
The Terminator
The Breakfast Club
Platoon
Blue Velvet
Full Metal Jacket
The karate Kid
Earth Girls Are Easy
The Burbs
Red Dawn
Big Trouble in Little China
Aliens
They Live
Predator
American Werewolf in London
The Blues Brothers
Gremlins
The Money Pit
Beetlejuice
Howard the Duck
Raising Arizona
The Neverending Story
The Adventures Of Buckaroo Bonzai Across the Eighth Dimension
Ernest goes to camp
The Last Starfighter
The Blues Brothers
Brazil
Strange Brew
Posts Regarding Life and Contentment
Here are some other similar posts on this venue. If you enjoyed this post, you might like these posts as well. These posts tend to discuss growing up in America. Often, I like to compare my life in America with the society within communist China. As there are some really stark differences between the two.
More Posts about Life
I have broken apart some other posts. They can best be classified about ones actions as they contribute to happiness and life. They are a little different, in subtle ways.
Stories that Inspired Me
Here are reprints in full text of stories that inspired me, but that are nearly impossible to find in China. I place them here as sort of a personal library that I can use for inspiration. The reader is welcome to come and enjoy a read or two as well.
I often hear Conservatives explicitly state that America is a Constitutional Republic. They argue this, because the United States Constitution set the organization and layout of the nation as a Republic. It states this explicitly as such. Meanwhile, I often hear Liberals, Democrats and Progressives repeatedly state that America is a Progressive Democracy. They say this, mostly because I guess, they don’t know any better. They parrot what they have heard.
Today, sadly, America does not function like either a Republic or a Democracy. It functions as something else. It functions and operates as an Oligarchy. It really does. Let’s look at this issue and try to determine what is going on in America; the most significant nation on this planet…
Introduction
Americans are brought up to believe all sorts of myths about the country we call home. We’re told our economy is a free market meritocracy governed by the rule of law. We’re told our civil liberties, enshrined in the Bill of Rights, are inviolable and protected by the most powerful military in the world. A fighting force entrusted with the admirable and monumental task of defending freedoms at home, and democracy and human rights abroad. We’re told we exist in a system of self-government, in which our votes matter and our voices heard.
In practice, none of this is true.
- Mike Krieger via Liberty Blitzkrieg blog
There are many, many people who have addressed this issue. The arguments are rather simple and blunt.
If America is an actual Republic, then why is there a Federal Reserve, Senators that are popularly elected, and federal agencies that override the tenth Amendment. Republics that follow the Constitution will have none of this.
Alternatively, if America is a Democracy, then why are the populist issues resolved in the favor of the wealthy elite? Why are we endlessly involved in empire building? Why are we involved in six wars simultaneously? Why are we giving away money to other nations instead of helping our people?
The truth is that the reasons behind all this is complex. While I will touch on some of the causes briefly, I will to discuss other aspects as to what America has become and what America is FUNCTIONALLY today.
Officially, What America is…
America is a constitutionalrepublic; see U.S. Constitution, Article IV, Section 4. A ‘nation’ is a population under a central government. It is the cruel, despotic, lawless system forced on us by Dishonest Abe Lincoln and by D.C. ever since. Yes, I know; politicians use it all the time. Yet, despite the semantic argument since the Federalist vs. Anti-Federalist debate: by law, these united States are a republic, not a nation. For more on this, see this blog article.
-America Again
First Off – Amendments Changed the Constitution
When it comes to the relationship of U.S. citizens to the politicians and bureaucrats in Washington D.C., there’s no indication that anything remotely resembling self-government is happening. Rather, the relationship is far more like that of a servant to a master.
The powerful in this country have declared themselves above the law and beyond accountability on too many occasions for it to be an accident. Rather, it’s clearly unwritten public policy at this point.
For starters, key players who pushed the Iraq war during the George W. Bush administration, such as John Bolton, are never held accountable. Instead, they’re promoted to even more influential roles many years later.
-Mike Krieger via Liberty Blitzkrieg blog
Our Constitution was set up as a mechanism; a nation, where people could self-govern themselves. The framework was established as a Republic. The founders absolutely detested Democracies and did not want the United States to be anything even remotely resembling a Democracy.
However, the people that followed them, thought otherwise. They felt that a limited government where people had self control of their own governance was a folly and needed to be “improved“. Thus a number of amendments were drafted up by the Convention of States to change the United States away from a Republic and into a Democracy.
In 1803, a mere 27 years later, the 12th Amendment was ratified. This was done in a rather short time. It took a mere six months to quickly ratify this amendment. This Amendment made both the President and Vice President electable by popular vote. You know, like a Democracy does.
Then, in 1913, a the 17th Amendment was ratified. It established the direct election of United States Senators by popular vote. You know, just like a Democracy does.
These two changes were significant.
If you take a hamburger, and remove the beef patty, what is it?
Is it still a hamburger, as Conservatives claim?
Is it a sandwich, as Liberals claim?
Or, is it something else; Two slices of bread with condiments in between?
They changed the United States Constitution in a fundamental way. They turned it into a Democracy with only the smallest vestiges of a Republic scattered about in the tattered remains of the once impressive document.
Prior to these two Amendments, a citizen would only vote for their representative. Their representative would represent their interests and would appoint a Senator.
While there were Presidential elections they no way reflected what we have today. You elected the President you preferred. Now, there is the potential to elect a Republican President with a Democrat Vice President. Although it has never happened, just imagine the chaos that would cause!
Changes for more “mob rule”
Once America was changed into a Democracy, then “mob rule” could be used to implement collectivist and socialist intent. The idea being, that the wealthy would benefit on issues of substance where they could control the hearts and minds of the people.
Over time, other amendments were added to convert the Democracy firmly towards a “Social Democracy” if not a completely Socialist nation.
The first task was to expand the size of the “mob rule”. More people voting, especially the ignorant or easily manipulated, would enable greater control of election outcomes…
In 1870, the 15th Amendment was drafted. It prohibited the denial of the right to vote based on race, color or previous condition of servitude. Suddenly voter roles expanded and grew significantly.
In 1920, the 19th Amendment gave the right of women to vote. This just about doubled the size of the voter roles, and significantly skewed the demographics of the voter. As most women tend to vote on social issues, while most men tend to vote on other issues.
In 1961, the 23rd Amendment gave the people of Washington, D.C. the right to vote. Yes, you the reader are right, this amendment made it so that “the swamp” can influence election outcomes.
In 1964, again yet another amendment was drafted, the 24th Amendment. This prohibited the revocation of voting rights due to the non-payment of a poll tax or any other tax. It provided free, and unfettered, voting ability to citizens.
In 1971, the 26th Amendment prohibited the denial of the right of US citizens, eighteen years of age or older, to vote on account of age. Again, helping to expand the voting base, and preventing people from asking questions why this 140 year old person is still voting Democrat.
All in all, five amendments were composed and passed that expanded the voting pool. With each expansion, the net impact of a given citizens vote diminished. The United States truly became a Democracy run by manipulated “mob rule”.
Hey! Answer me this…
With all the issues that America has had over the decades, why are the bulk of the amendments so friggin’ focused on expanding the voting base, and diluting the power of the individual voter? Well?
Other Changes
Other things completely changed the United States fundamentally. While the citizens had their voting influence diminished, the wealthy wanted to take advantage of that situation. Amendments needed to be put in place to siphon money away from the citizens into government programs. These programs would favor the wealthy, and provide them with a great deal of power.
In 1865, the 13th Amendment abolished slavery. Good eh? Not so fast. It only abolished it if you were not punished for a crime. Since a high percentage of Americans had been arrested and punished, that means that involuntary servitude is legal in the United States for a significant percentage of the population.
Oh, again 1913, the 16th Amendment brought forth taxation of all Americans.
It has reached a point where as the exact reasons for creating America in the first place; “Taxation without Representation”, is openly and brazenly practiced by the American government…
Many Other Changes
Once control of the voting population was guaranteed, and the control of the people through taxation, then those in power (publicly or in secret) could do what they wished. They could take words and phrases in the Constitution out of context. They could be involved in Empire building. They could collect huge sums of money and send it off elsewhere to do their bidding.
Here are the people who operate the enormous bureaucracy in the United States. You know, the ones that say one things and do the other. John Brennan. James Clapper, and their ilk.
With no opposition, people could get appointed to positions of power and operate unopposed, doing blatant illegal activities and get away with it.
Same thing with former Director of National Intelligence James Clapper. He lied under oath about domestic government surveillance, gets caught following the Snowden revelations, and then nothing at all happens to him. He leaves government many years later, joins a think tank, and becomes a CNN contributor.
Of course, this whole above the law thing extends well beyond government officials. We saw how bankers who tanked the global economy as a result of systemic and extremely lucrative fraud schemes received bailouts instead of jail sentences. We should never forget that not a single bank executive went to jail. When a class of powerful super predators are placed above the law, society dies.
It’s still a relatively under appreciated fact that the most powerful players commandeering and influencing the U.S. economy, in a fashion similar to a communist politburo, are a collection of unelected central bankers. These people can bring an economy to its knees via interest rate hikes at a moments notice, or bail out powerful financiers should that need arise as we saw explicitly in 2008/09.
-Mike Krieger via Liberty Blitzkrieg blog
There are many aspects of this that we could address…
Why is there a FDA?
Why is there a military presence that operates inside the USA; the DHS?
What does “for the common good” actually mean? It cannot simply mean “everything“.
At what point does the 10th Amendment matter, or is it just fine to ignore it?
How many ways can “cannot be infringed” be misinterpreted?
But, I don’t have the time and the energy to rehash old arguments. These issues, and others clearly point to something being amiss, but what it is, is far too complex an issue to address now. In my mind the only thing possible is scrapping everything and starting all over from scratch.
Political Parties
I want to touch on America’s dominant political parties. Two corrupt organizations that fully support and defend the pernicious, abusive relationships described above.
While they certainly disagree on many things, when it comes to supporting the existing paradigm that empowers politicians while in office, and enriches them when they leave to become lobbyists, they are united.
Basically, the two parties bicker about how to deal with the symptoms of a rigged and systemically corrupt government, but never confront or oppose the structural root causes of it all.
-Mike Krieger via Liberty Blitzkrieg blog
I argue that the mere presence of political parties is a substantive sign that the nation is not running at all as it was intended. It was intended that substantive citizens of good moral character and intelligence would vote for representation at their local level. It was intended that everything would operate at the state level, and the United States federal government would manage the interactions between the individual states.
That is not what we have today.
We have an empire that is run by an oligarchy.
All this turmoil and conflict today boils down to the final stages of transformation. In the mind of the oligarchy, they are so close to turning the Untied States into their vision of perfection; one where they rule over easily manipulated mindless serfs. We are almost there.
We are almost there. We are one election away from this becoming our reality.
Peter Strzok in his meeting with Congress. He pledged to have systems to prevent an elected President from taking office, and promised that those who voted for the President would not get their wishes fulfilled. Instead, he would take care of it, as he had backup plans.
We are rapidly getting to the point where America is simply going to be ungovernable.
In order for any government to function, a certain percentage of the population must be willing to recognize that government as legitimate.
For example, if everybody in the country suddenly decided to quit paying taxes there wouldn’t be too much that the federal government could do about it. They could put some of us in prison to try to scare the rest of us back in line, but if the rest of us refused to be intimidated our system of taxation would collapse.
Every system of government depends upon the fact that most people will willingly submit to it, and we are rapidly getting to the point where a large portion of the population will not submit to being governed.
-Authored by Michael Snyder via The American Dream blog
We were all Suffering through the Incompetence of Washington, D.C.
There was at a point in time, when I was a child, before the Federal Reserve still hadn’t completely decimated the US Dollar. It was still worth around twenty cents. As the dollar kept on losing value, both parents needed to go to work. This fact, forced the breakup of the American family. The family had to break up, as the mother had to work as well as the father.
Look at the graph yourself. It is obvious whoever is running the American monetary supply is doing a FUCKING PISS POOR JOB at it. This is an obvious fact. It means that the entire system must be scrapped and replaced with one that maintains it’s value over time. If our elected officials were actually doing their job, they would have noticed a problem at the very start of this fiasco.
The decline of the USD since the Federal Reserve was established. Today the value of a dollar (2018) is less than one cent compared to what it used to be.
The Value of the US Dollar since the establishment of the Federal Reserve. The performance of the first ten years should have told everyone what a huge fucking mistake that they made. The truth is for the last 90 years, the value of the USD has had an unstoppable downward vector.
“I am a most unhappy man. I have unwittingly ruined my country.A great industrial nation is controlled by its system of credit. Our system of credit is concentrated. The growth of the nation, therefore, and all our activities are in the hands of a few men.
We have come to be one of the worst ruled, one of the most completely controlled and dominated Governments in the civilized world no longer a Government by free opinion, no longer a Government by conviction and the vote of the majority, but a Government by the opinion and duress of a small group of dominant men."
- Woodrow Wilson. Quoted in “National Economy and the Banking System," Senate Documents Co. 3, No. 23, 76th Congress, 1st session, 1939. The origional quote was published in "The New Freedom" in 1913.
There is a lot of debate on this particular quote. You can look at watch the sparks fly as the debate a rages on. Oh, my goodness! It is all so silly! One side says “here is the quote”, and the other side goes “Oh, No no no. He never said it! It’s all revisionist history. The Income Tax was wonderful!” It really is silly.
Here is my take.
The value of the USD (United States Dollar) was pretty stable. It had it’s ups and downs, but for the most part it was pretty consistent. It was stable. Then, after the passage of the 16thAmendment, the value of the USD dropped like a stone. It plummeted to 50% of its value within a ten-year span of time. It dropped 50% in a decade. That is horrifying!
Only a fucking idiot wouldn’t regret the decision to establish the Federal Reserve.
You have a fairly stable dollar. Some powerful “associates” convince you to change the system that is working just fine, and replace it with a different system. So, low and behold, you put a new banking system in place. Then suddenly, right before your eyes, the value of the dollar collapses. It goes completely to shit. Every year it gets worse and worse!
So…
[1] So, ok, maybe the former President didn’t say that quote. If so, then he was a fucking idiot. He was evil and selfish and couldn’t read a simple chart. That is the only conclusion that you can come to, if this quote did not belong to him. Because that is, what the statists are arguing. They are saying that the President was just fine and dandy and happy with what happened with the imposition of the Income tax and the Federal Reserve. He saw the result of the change, he saw the value of the dollar collapse, and agreed that it was all good and well.
[2] If the quote is indeed accurate, then he is a normal person who is able to read charts, and ended up with regrets. This is what a normal and sane person would be. They would see that what they put in place went to complete shit. This would be what a normal person would do. Personally, I can live both concepts. And you, the reader, should as well.
Anyways, with the collapse of the USD, now everything became more and more expensive. Both parents now had to go to work. The children needed to be cared for, and the government stepped in to do just that. Over time they created a situation where the children were being trained to become complaisant mindless serfs.
America is a Dictatorship
“Anybody who thinks we’re not doing too badly has not been flying on an airplane lately. That’s about as authoritarian-fascism as you can get.”
-Ron Paul
First of all, there is no longer any realistic question as regards whether the US in recent decades has been a republic, or instead a democracy.
It’s been decided through analysis. According to the only scientific analysis of the relevant data, that has been done in order to determine whether the US is a republic or a democracy.
American military vehicles deployed on American soil in defiance of the US Constitution. All vehicles were delployed under direction and orders from President Obama. These vehicles are fully equipped for military grade weapons and counter measures. If George Washington saw this he would be rolling in his grave.
There is no question about it.
The study proves that functionally, the USA is neither a democracy or a republic. It is instead a dictatorship.
The US is definitely a dictatorship that’s perpetrated by the richest on the planet, against the American public-at-large. Not the richest people in America. No. It is a dictatorship run by the richest people on the planet.
The fact is that those who control money don’t need to live in the United States to control it’s operation and administration.
The American people have been fed endless lies for a very long time, and while people are starting to wake up, too many continue to fall for the same old deranged partisan nonsense. Obama was supposed to save us from Bush, then Trump was supposed to save us from Obama. Half the country now prays for some yet to be determined Presidential savior like Oprah to come rescue them in 2020. This is the definition of insanity.
America Functions as an Aristocracy
America functions as an aristocracy. Only the desires of the wealthy are transformed into law. As a result the average American is disenfranchised.
The study proves that the USA is a dictatorship.
But, it is not run by a dictator. The President is not a dictator. In other words: the US Government functions as an aristocracy, otherwise referred-to as an oligarchy, or a plutocracy, or a kleptocracy. By whatever name, it’s ruled by a tiny number of the extremely wealthiest and their agents, on behalf of those few super-rich. This is done against the concerns and interests and needs of the public (everyone else).
Oligarchy – government in which a small group exercises control especially for corrupt and selfish purposes.
Plutocracy – government by the wealthy.
Kleptocracy – government ruled by corrupt politicians who use their political power to receive kickbacks, bribes, and special favors at the expense of the populace.
Therefore, instead of being rule by the public (the “demos” is the Greek term for it), it’s rule on behalf of a tiny dictatorial class, of extreme wealth — by whatever name we might happen to label this ruling class.
As such these rulers create “secret societies” within the government to carry out their objectives. This has been given a name. Collectively, these secret societies are known as “swamp” in Washington, D.C..
In order for American citizens to take control of their government, two things must occur. Firstly, the secret societies that operate in Washington DC must be eliminated. This “swamp” must be drained. Secondly, the American government must put the needs and interests of American first before everything else. This goes in direct opposition of what the global oligarchs desire.
An Investigation into what we have Become…
That study, the one that discovered that the United States is a true and actual dictatorship was startling. The authors of the study, professors Gilens and Page, explained that it examined…
“1,779 instances between 1981 and 2002 in which a national survey of the general public asked a favor/oppose question about a proposed policy change,”
It compared those public-policy preferences against the interests of two types of people. The first group; [1] the public, versus [2] the public-policy preferences regarding those same issues, by the super-wealthiest in the world (not the richest in the United States).
The findings were troublesome.
Saudi Prince Alwaleed and his friends have a great deal of power over the lives of individual Americans. People like him affect American media and form public opinion in America. They help fund the Democrat party, and will decide whether or not the Untied States will get involved in another war.
It found that only the public-policy preferences by the super-wealthiest (and their paid agents), not the public at large, made any discernible difference in the legislation related to policy. Read that sentence TWO times, please.
It found that only the public-policy preferences by the super-wealthiest (and their paid agents), not the public at large, made any discernible difference in the legislation related to policy.
Thus the public-policy preferences of the GLOBAL WEALTHY do, at far higher than mere random chances, become enacted into laws.
Russian oligarchs are growing increasingly nervous over the U.S. Treasury’s upcoming “Official Oligarch” list, which is being created pursuant to an Aug. 2, 2017 law requiring that the Treasury and State Departments identify officials and oligarchs as determined by “their closeness to the Russian regime and their net worth” in order to penalize the Kremlin for its alleged meddling in the 2016 election.
Whereas, the public-policy preferences of the public are ignored, in the United States. They are totally and completely ignored except in political rhetoric and promises; pure frauds perpetrated to deceive the public.
Here is a video summarizing the Gilens and Page study.
The study came to these conclusions by looking at numerous factors. It was done not only on the basis of examining thousands of cases and doing the statistical analysis of the data. That is what fundamentally Gilens and Page had done. Rather, it was also done on the basis of observations of how the US federal government has been functioning in recent decades.
George Soros is fixated in manipulating the United States into his version of the NWO. He has poured billions of US dollars in Democrat coffers, funded radicals and militants and is very active in funding and ordering the deep state activities.
As can be expected, the scientific study is vastly more reliable than is any individual’s mere opinion about the matter. That is most especially true about “fact checking” organizations. For they are completely owned by wealthy globalist interests.
State Level Corruption
Furthermore, there exists evidence that even in local or state governments in the United States, considerable corruption exists. (Some places have this corruption more than others.) In other words, “the swamp” is not geographically located. The level of corruption has saturated every government agency, organization and function. It has reached far and wide, and has tendrils that run deep, deep into everything.
Obviously, an extreme slant prevails in favor of the rich.
“The best reporting on the depth of America’s dictatorship is probably that being done by Atlanta Georgia’s NBC-affiliated, Gannett-owned, TV Channel “11 Alive,” WXIA television, its “The Investigators” series of local investigative news reports, which show, up close and at a cellularly detailed level, the way things actually work in today’s America.
Although it’s only local, it displays what meets the legal standards of the US federal government in actually any state in the union; so, it exposes the character of the US government, such that what’s shown to be true here, meets America’s standard for ‘democracy’, or else the federal government isn’t enforcing federal laws against it (which is the same thing as its meeting the federal government’s standards).”
-Here is How Corrupt America Is. June 2016
What was exemplified in this reporting by that excellent investigative team could be called “corporate organized-gangsterism,”.
Democrat Senator saying during Congressional hearings that the Bill of Rights does not apply to citizens. Rather it is a document that protects the government from citizens who would abuse the privileges that the government provides to them. The “funny thing” about this is that this quote is now restricted on Internet search engines. Yeah. No friggin’ shit. Type it in Bing or Google. I dare you. Image is a screen shot with closed caption.
That is what we should all call it. This gangsterism was being led by an operation, “ALEC,” that was founded by politicians whose careers are funded by numerous global billionaires.
"This CMD Special Report cuts through the PR spin and exposes the funding and spending of the American Legislative Exchange Council (ALEC). Almost 98% of ALEC's funding comes from corporations like Exxon Mobil, corporate "foundations" like the Charles G. Koch Charitable Foundation, or trade associations like the pharmaceutical industry's PhRMA and sources other than "legislative dues."
Those funds help subsidize legislators' trips to ALEC meetings, where they are wined, dined, and handed "model" legislation to make law in their state. Through ALEC, corporations vote on "model" legislation with politicians behind closed doors."
ALEC Operations
A issue of the Washington Post’s “PowerPost” section was titled “The Finance 202: Tax overhaul’s big test comes now”, and it described in detail what was shaping the 2017 Trump Administration’s tax-overhaul bill. Old news right? Pay attention to the point; this article reported that the lobbyists were shaping it 100%.
Ah yes.
The article is a superb nitty-gritty, down among the weeds, description, of the monetary deals, the horse-trading, that were being made, not only for corporations, but for the wealthiest non-business lobbies. This is for all of them, including ‘nonprofit’ ones.
Yet please note that almost all of these lobbyists, depend overwhelmingly upon billionaires for their funding.
What’s being carved-up and served, is being carved-up from governments, and being served to the super-rich.
So: is it any wonder why Gilens and Page found what they did?
They found that “economic elites and organized groups representing business interests have substantial independent impacts on US government policy. While mass-based interest groups and average citizens have little or no independent influence.”
By “mass-based groups” was being referenced what the left often calls “movements” or “grass-roots” organizations. After all, what happened from “Occupy Wall Street”?
Nothing. It was a big waste of time and effort.
Authentic movements get marginalized, because the billionaires’ ‘news’media despise them. Fake ones, such as the Kochs’ “The Tea Party ‘movement’,” get weaponized, because the billionaires’ ‘news’media treat them extensively, and often grant them respect. Top-down’s the way, in any dictatorship. That includes in America.
How It Works
Both Political Parties can win and retain power only by deceiving (defrauding) the public, and serving the billionaires, though in different ways; some conservative, and some liberal.
Virtually everything else than that service to billionaires (and to centi-millionaires) is just frauds by politicians. This is because, at least after around 1970, only the richest 1% or (usually far) less are actually being served by the US federal Government.
America has been a dictatorship of the Wealthy since 1970.
It’s not the billionaires that are defrauded by politicians; it is clearly the public that is being defrauded by them.
The money, the huge amounts of money that is flowing towards these foreign billionaires are coming from the taxation of Americans.
I was talking with a Chinese woman named Sara about America. She had travelled to Alaska, California and Los Vegas. She said that she liked it. She thought that it was very beautiful, but awfully quiet. The thing that amazed her were the taxes. Everything she did and paid for, in the United States, had some kind of tax associated with it.
You buy a pizza, you pay a tax. You ride on a road, you pay a tax. You rent a room, you pay a tax. You purchase a new handbag, you pay a tax. You visit a park you pay a tax. You park your rental in a parking garage, you pay a tax. You rent an Internet connection, you pay a tax.
She said it was so disturbing. Nevertheless, she reasoned that it was ok because at least you get free healthcare out of it…
The public are served only to the extent that the public’s interests are the same as the billionaires’ interests.
Voters are Ignored – There is NO Representation at all
The Gilens and Page study found that the public’s policy-preferences are simply ignored. Oh, not at all what is stated publicly on the news media, but instead ignored in the political outcomes.
Indeed, we need only see how poorly the Republican Congressmen and Senators behaved in 2017 once the Republican candidate, Donald Trump won.
They were expected to behave and meet the promises that they made during the election cycle.
However, they found that they could not do so. If they did so, they would anger their financial backers and lobbyists.
The US Government, thus, is of a few people (the policymakers), by the billionaires, and for the billionaires, and that’s just an established fact.
They control us.
Yep. She most certainly looks like a terrorist. I am sure that she needed a full cavity body check. You know, just to be sure.
They control everything and possess “secret societies” that operate with the “official” and public government structure. These “secret societies” carry out the wishes of the true leadership; the true and real owners of us citizens.
“Now that we know what the declassified House memo says about government misconduct, we also know what it means: The Washington swamp (the deep state) is bigger, more vicious and more dangerous to American liberty than even a cynic could have imagined.”
-Michael Goodwin
Additionally, aside from the numerous ties to the oligarchy, the “deep State” has various “pockets” of individuals involved in their own agendas. They utilize the American government, and fund and finance their actions from within the organization.
Former U.S. President Bill Clinton and former U.S. Secretary of State Hillary Clinton depart the former Governor of New York Mario Cuomo’s funeral in Manhattan, New York January 6, 2015.
There are many such secret societies. MAJestic is one set up in the late 1940’s, but there are many others. Below is an article regarding a secret society set up by former President Obama to push a politically progressive agenda after he left office.
“A source on the inside has informed me of a top secret meeting that is alleged to have taken place between prominent intelligence community officials, both currently serving and retired.
The source details a meeting that took place in Virginia of December 2016 at the The Ritz-Carlton, Tysons Corner.
Officials met for several hours, there were some very, very prominent intelligence officials there, including Robert Mueller, James Comey, Peter Strzok, Andrew McCabe, John Brennan, James Clapper, Leon Panetta, Phill Mud, David Petraeus, Michael Hayden & former Attorney General Eric Holder.”
- medium.com
They control us. They do so by monitoring us, and making sure that we “behave” in accordance with their permissions (permissible behaviors). When anyone deviates, in even the slightest amount, an “iron fist” clamps down and smashes the poor citizen into “squashed jelly”; Eviscerated into a state where it is impossible to continue in any kind of normal life.
This is far, far, far beyond what was envisioned by the founders when the Constitution was first established.
“The pretense is that somehow Congress lessened the standard for spying that is set forth in the Constitution. It is, of course, inconceivable that Congress can change the Constitution (only the states can), but the conspirators would have us believe that it has done so.The Constitution, which was written in the aftermath of the unhappy colonial experience with British soldiers who executed general warrants upon the colonists, forbids that practice today.That practice consists of judges authorizing government agents to search for whatever they want, wherever they wish to look. By requiring a warrant from a judge based on probable cause of criminal behavior on the part of the very person the government is investigating, however, and by requiring judges to describe particularly in the warrants they issue the places to be searched or the persons or things to be seized, the Constitution specifically outlaws general warrants.This is more than just a constitutional violation; it is a violation of the natural right to be left alone.”- Judge Andrew P. NapolitanoPublished December 12, 2013
Conclusions
America is not a Republic, though it was intended to be one.
It was changed by amendment into a Democracy, and then altered over the years into a Socialist Democracy.
Abuses of voting, and manipulation of the public has created a situation whereas individual Americans have no control over “their” government. Instead, the American government is controlled by wealthy non-American oligarchs.
Therefore, the United States is nothing like it was initially intended to be. It is instead a Empire run by internal secret societies working deep within the Washington DC “swamp” that do the bidding of wealthy non-American oligarchs.
America is an empire. It functions as a dictatorship. However the President is not the dictator. Instead the nation is ruled by a collective of non-American oligarchs.They operate and control the nation via secret societies that collectively are known as "the swamp".
Take Aways
America was set up as a Constitutional Republic.
The 12th and 17th Amendments turned it into a Democracy.
There were five amendments that effectively diluted the representation that Congressmen had with their constituents. (The 15th, 19th, 23rd, 24th, and 26th.)
Wealthy foreign oligarchs have taken advantage of this situation, and set up secret societies that operate within the American government.
The secret societies go by the collective name of “the swamp”.
Because foreign interests control the American government, we have…
Continuous wars all over the globe.
American citizens treated as “cash cows” for an ever growing tax burden.
The mainstream media that operates as a propaganda machine.
Huge outlays of cash that goes to foreign nations to be used on non-American projects.
What You Can Do?
There are many, many people pointing out that there is a huge “swamp” in Washington DC that needs to be drained. There are others who point out that foreign influences are too strong, and others that point out the folly of the news media propaganda. All of this is fine and dandy, but it’s just a bunch of people complaining. There are no substantive answers and directions to reverse this situation.
Or are there?
I suggest the reader go to these sites to get an idea of people who are taking positive and proactive steps to put the government back on track.
Q: Is America a Constitutional Republic today?
A: No. America stopped being a Constitutional Republic with the passage of the 12th and the 17th Amendments to the Constitution.
Q: Is America a Democracy?
A: No. If America was a democracy, then the votes of the people would determine policy. This is decidedly not the case. Policy that is implemented in Washington DC and in the state capitals are predominantly determined by foreign interests.
Q: Is America an Empire?
A: Yes. Read the definition of what an empire is…
An empire is a sovereign state functioning as an aggregate of nations or people that are ruled over by an emperor or another kind of monarch. The territory and population of an empire is commonly of greater extent than the one of a kingdom.
An empire can be made solely of contiguous territories, such as the Austro-Hungarian Empire or the Russian Empire, or of territories far remote from the homeland, such as a colonial empire. Aside from the more formal usage, the word empire can also refer colloquially to a large-scale business enterprise (e.g. a transnational corporation), a political organization controlled by a single individual (a political boss), or a group (political bosses).
Q: What is America today?
A: America is an empire. It is a dysfunctional empire. It functions as a dictatorship. However the President is not a dictator. Instead the nation is ruled by a collective of non-American oligarchs. They operate and control the nation via secret societies that collectively are known as “the swamp”.
Our government is massively in debt. Currently, the national debt is somewhere in the vicinity of $21 trillion. Approximately half of our debt is owned by foreign countries, namely China, Japan and Saudi Arabia.
Parents, no longer viewed as having an inherent right to raise their children as they see fit, are increasingly being arrested for letting their kids walk to the playground alone, or play outside alone. Similarly, parents who challenge a doctor’s finding or request a second opinion regarding their children’s health care needs are being charged with medical child abuse and, in a growing number of cases, losing custody of their children to the government.
Court rulings undermining the Fourth Amendment and justifying invasive strip searches have left us powerless against police empowered to forcefully draw our blood, forcibly take our DNA, strip search us, and probe us intimately. Accounts are on the rise of individuals—men and women alike—being subjected to what is essentially government-sanctioned rape by police in the course of “routine” traffic stops.
Americans can no longer rely on the courts to mete out justice. The courts were established to intervene and protect the people against the government and its agents when they overstep their bounds. Yet the courts increasingly march in lockstep with the police state, while concerning themselves primarily with advancing the government’s agenda, no matter how unjust or unconstitutional.
Americans have no protection against police abuse. It is no longer unusual to hear about incidents in which police shoot unarmed individuals first and ask questions later. What is increasingly common, however, is the news that the officers involved in these incidents get off with little more than a slap on the hands.
If there is any absolute maxim by which the federal government seems to operate, it is that the American taxpayer always gets ripped off. This is true, whether you’re talking about taxpayers being forced to fund high-priced weaponry that will be used against us, endless wars that do little for our safety or our freedoms, or bloated government agencies such as the National Security Agency with its secret budgets, covert agendas and clandestine activities. Rubbing salt in the wound, even monetary awards in lawsuits against government officials who are found guilty of wrongdoing are paid with taxpayer funds.
Americans are powerless in the face of militarized police. In early America, government agents were not permitted to enter one’s home without permission or in a deceitful manner. And citizens could resist arrest when a police officer tried to restrain them without proper justification or a warrant. Daring to dispute a warrant with a police official today who is armed with high-tech military weapons would be nothing short of suicidal. Moreover, as police forces across the country continue to be transformed into extensions of the military, Americans are finding their once-peaceful communities transformed into military outposts, complete with tanks, weaponry, and other equipment designed for the battlefield.
Posts Regarding Life and Contentment
Here are some other similar posts on this venue. If you enjoyed this post, you might like these posts as well. These posts tend to discuss growing up in America. Often, I like to compare my life in America with the society within communist China. As there are some really stark differences between the two.
More Posts about Life
I have broken apart some other posts. They can best be classified about ones actions as they contribute to happiness and life. They are a little different, in subtle ways.
Stories that Inspired Me
Here are reprints in full text of stories that inspired me, but that are nearly impossible to find in China. I place them here as sort of a personal library that I can use for inspiration. The reader is welcome to come and enjoy a read or two as well.
This is a walk down “memory lane” as I relate what it was like growing up as a young boy in the early 1970’s. I was in my early teenage years. I went to school, watched a lot of television, and played with my friends. Enjoy…
Introduction
As strange as it seems, there is very little on the internet about what it was like growing up in the 1960’s and 1970’s. It’s almost as if it was scrubbed from existence. In it’s place we now have the Obama narrative of a racist nation and terrible injustices. That narrative has nothing to do with reality. It is a scripted lie intended to manipulate people into believing something that just isn’t true.
Here, in my own little way, I would like to relate some stories of what it was like for me growing up as a kid. For “shits and giggles” I have chosen the year of 1971. It was the last year that I had as a kid before I had to go out and work at 14 in the coal mines.
This narrative takes place in Western Pennsylvania. We lived in a small town about a two hour drive from Pittsburgh. It was a hilly and tree shaded world, with railroad spur lines that snaked in and out of the hills and crossed over viaducts and into tunnels. I well knew those lines as I would often walk along them with my friends on hikes and adventures.
The Allegheny mountains are very beautiful. I miss the beauty of them in the fall, and the joys of canoeing on the river and fishing in the streams.
Visiting my Aunties
Many weekends my parents would drive into Pittsburgh to visit my relatives. Both were from Pittsburgh, though from different areas. We would take turns visiting the families. In the morning we would visit my father’s family, and in the afternoon we would visit my mother’s family.
A evening scene from Polish Hill. Polish Hill is a suburb of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. It is a community that was founded by Polish immigrants that went to Pittsburgh to find work in the Steel Mills there.
Often times, there would be other relatives that would come and say hi. I would see my grandparent’s brothers and sisters, my great aunts and uncles, if you will. And I might be persuaded to go with them to their homes. For some reason, the homes always smelled like bacon and cabbage.
There was always a pot of coffee on the stove. If it was cold they would either reheat it or make a fresh pot. The coffee pot was a percolator design. The water would start to boil and would be forced up through a metal straw into a container that held coffee grounds. You could control how strong the coffee was by the amount of ground in the upper container and how long your brewed the coffee. There was this glass bubble on the top of the coffee pot that you could watch to tell if the coffee was ready or not.
This is a very common way of making coffee in the 1960’s and the 1970’s. Every family seemingly had a percolator. This particular picture is very similar to the one that we used at home.
They would almost invariably offer me a cup of coffee and a bowl of what ever is cooking on the stove. There was something always cooking. Sometimes it was spaghetti sauce, sometimes it was chili. Sometimes it was “pigs in a blanket” (pork wrapped up in cabbage). Sometimes it was chicken soup. I could always eat my fill when I visited my aunties.
Of course, every single relative had this painting of “the last supper” on the wall in the kitchen / dining room.
During my childhood every family had a painting of the Last Supper on their wall. My relatives all had it hanging in the kitchen, but many of my friends had it in the living rooms or the dining room instead.
Everyone also pretty much listened to the same radio station as well. Each kitchen had this little plastic radio (of vintage electronic tubes) that was perpetually tuned to the AM radio station KDKA. Popular Music would often be heard while we were visiting.
Pop Songs
While I was pretty much listening to Jefro Tull, Traffic and other rock groups, my relatives and classmates enjoyed the popular music of the time. In 1971 we were listening to the following. Notable songs are highlighted in BOLD.
Three Dog Night
Joy To The World
Rod Stewart
Maggie May / (Find A) Reason To Believe
Carole King
It’s Too Late / I Feel The Earth Move
Osmonds
One Bad Apple
Bee Gees
How Can You Mend A Broken Heart
Raiders
Indian Reservation
Donny Osmond
Go Away Little Girl
John Denver
Take Me Home, Country Roads
Temptations
Just My Imagination (Running Away With Me)
Dawn
Knock Three Times
Janis Joplin
Me And Bobby McGee
Al Green
Tired Of Being Alone
Honey Cone
Want Ads
Undisputed Truth
Smiling Faces Sometimes
Cornelius Brothers and Sister Rose
Treat Her Like A Lady
Rolling Stones
Brown Sugar
James Taylor
You’ve Got A Friend
Jean Knight
Mr. Big Stuff
Lee Michaels
Do You Know What I Mean
Joan Baez
The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down
Marvin Gaye
What’s Going On
Paul and Linda McCartney
Tom Jones
Bill Withers
Ain’t No Sunshine
Five Man Electrical Band
Signs
Tom Jones
She’s A Lady
Free Movement
I Found Someone Of My Own
Murray Head and The Trinidad Singers
Jesus Christ Superstar
Jerry Reed
Amos Moses
Grass Roots
Temptation Eyes
Carpenters
Superstar
George Harrison
My Sweet Lord / Isn’t It A Pity
Donny Osmond
Sweet And Innocent
Ocean
Put Your Hand In The Hand
Daddy Dewdrop
Chick-A-Boom (Don’t Ya Jes’ Love It)
Carpenters
For All We Know
Gordon Lightfoot
If You Could Read My Mind
Sammi Smith
Help Me Make It Through The Night
Carpenters
Rainy Days And Mondays
Cher
Gypsy, Tramps And Thieves
Jackson 5
Never Can Say Goodbye
Lynn Anderson
Rose Garden
Hamilton, Joe Frank and Reynolds
Don’t Pull Your Love
Ringo Starr
It Don’t Come Easy
Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
Mr. Bojangles
Fuzz
I Love You For All Seasons
Dramatics
Whatcha See Is Whatcha Get
Carly Simon
That’s The Way I’ve Always Heard It Should Be
Stevie Wonder
If You Really Love Me
Aretha Franklin
Spanish Harlem
Helen Reddy
I Don’t Know How To Love Him
Osmonds
Yo-yo
Aretha Franklin
Bridge Over Troubled Water
Partridge Family
Doesn’t Somebody Want To Be Wanted
Tommy James
Draggin’ The Line
Ike and Tina Turner
Proud Mary
Chicago
Beginnings / Color My World
Bells
Stay Awhile
Stampeders
Sweet City Woman
Lobo
Me And You And A Dog Named Boo
Paul McCartney
Another Day / Oh Woman, Oh Why
Bread
If
Marvin Gaye
Mercy Mercy Me (The Ecology)
Brewer and Shipley
One Toke Over The Line
8th Day
She’s Not Just Another Woman
Freda Payne
Bring The Boys Home
Rare Earth
I Just Want To Celebrate
Delaney and Bonnie and Friends
Never Ending Song Of Love
Freddy Hart
Easy Loving
Three Dog Night
Liar
Honey Cone
Stick-up
Mac and Katie Kissoon
Chirpy Chirpy Cheep Cheep
Andy Williams
Love Story (Where Do I Begin)
Cat Stevens
Wild World
Jerry Reed
When You’re Hot, You’re Hot
Beginning Of The End
Funky Nassau
Olivia Newton-John
If Not For You
King Floyd
Groove Me
Bobby Goldsboro
Watching Scotty Grow
Matthews’ Southern Comfort
Woodstock
Judy Collins
Amazing Grace
Dave Edmunds
I Hear You Knocking
Bee Gees
Lonely Days
Fortunes
Here Comes That Rainy Day Feeling Again
Who
Won’t Get Fooled Again
Denise Lasalle
Trapped By A Thing Called Love
Jackson 5
Mama’s Pearl
Buoys
Timothy
Partridge Family
I Woke Up In Love This Morning
Isaac Hayes
Theme From “Shaft”
Gladys Knight and The Pips
If I Were Your Woman
Neil Diamond
I Am..I Said
Paul Stookey
Wedding Song (There Is Love)
Wilson Pickett
Don’t Knock My Love, Pt. 1
Doors
Love Her Madly
Richie Havens
Here Comes The Sun
Wadsworth Mansion
Sweet Mary
Brenda and The Tabulations
Right On The Tip Of My Tongue
Fifth Dimension
One Less Bell To Answer
Doors
Riders On The Storm
Perry Como
It’s Impossible
The song “Maggie May” was played to death, and radio stations in central Indiana were still playing that song long into the 1990’s. Ugh!
Donny Osmond was terribly popular with my sister and all of her girl friends at the time. Her bedroom was covered in pictures of Donny, and she had her class room textbooks covered in “lunch paper” covers decorated with Donny Osmond related praises.
I first heard “The night they drove ol’ Dixie down” when I was riding with my dad in our car. He was involved in technical sales at the time. I would wait in the car and listen to the radio while reading the “Last Whole Earth Catalog“.
The Last Whole Earth Catalog was a cultural landmark in the 1970’s. Kevin Kelly, who was editor-in-chief at Whole Earth was looking at an old Whole Earth Catalog came to the realization that it was a 1970s version of a blog.
Tom Jones was very popular with my mother and the mothers of my friends. He had a kind of sex appeal that really appealed to them.
Jesus Christ Superstarhit my generation hard. I cannot express how big an impact this movie made at my church and at my school. It seemed like every family had the album. I went and saw the play and it was really moving.
I saw Jerry Reed sing “Amos Moses” on “Laugh In” or “Sonny and Cher” I don’t remember which. Both were shows that hosted a mixture of singing, dancing and comedy routines that were quite popular in the day.
The song “Gypsy, Tramps And Thieves” was a big hit by Cher. Most people have forgotten about her today. You hear some blurb on the news every now and then, but she was a big thing back in the day. She was super popular.
The song “Don’t Pull Your Love” was very popular and got a substantial amount of airtime. You probably couldn’t get by a day without hearing that song at least once. Other heavily air-played songs included “Mr. Bojangles“.
Everyone in my school watched the Partridge Family . This was a television show about a family that toured schools all over the country and sang at them. Well, they also had a number of hits, as well as a had a following of fans.
How can one talk about the 1960’s and 1970’s without mentioning the television show The Partridge Family?
The idea and concept of freedom to explore, of adventure and travel was very popular. The ideals of the 1960’s were fading away, and the 1970’s was a time where people wanted to just go forth and explore the world. The song “Me And You And A Dog Named Boo” was representative of this dream.
If there is one iconic song from that year (heck, for that decade), it is “One Toke Over The Line“. Everyone was listening to it, and everyone related to it. Even my mother who would make the “sigh” and gesture while saying “I guess I’m just one toke over the line…”.
This song “Never Ending Song Of Love” has fallen into obscurity. Yet it reflected the reality of the small town bars and the culture of friendship and love that was indicative of the era.
The song “Riders On The Storm” continued to be popular with me and my classmates long into our college years.
Barbershop
Next to my Father’s parents house was a barbershop. The shop was run by an old man, probably in his 90’s. He lived upstairs above the shop. The barbershop itself was a museum and probably hadn’t changed since the 1940’s.
A barbershop was a place and refuge for men to be men. We could talk about things that interested us , we could talk about sports, girls and life. All barbershops were smoker-friendly places where men could be themselves, free of political correctness and progressive rules.
My father would take me to the barber there and I would get a haircut. I really didn’t want to go because at that time, long hair was fashionable. I would go there and then pout the rest of the day. But, I’ll tell you what, those trips to the barbershop were some of the best memories that I have.
The barbershop was a “men’s only” establishment. On the tables were magazines about hunting, guns and adventure. On the walls were pictures of deer and ducks. There was a full length mirror on the wall that faced two very huge and ornate barber chairs. The barber wore an apron and wore his hair in a style that probably went obsolete in the 1950’s.
When we went to the barbershop we would read the men’s adventure magazines that would lie there, as well as the Playboy magazines that would be interspersed with the newspapers and the standing ashtrays.
The chairs were big and comfortable. He would often have friends hang out while he worked. They would sit there smoking cigarettes and watching him cut hair. A small radio would be on and often it would be tuned to a baseball or football game.
The place had it’s own kind of unique smell to it. It was a cross between aftershave and and old house. The barber lived alone as his wife passed on a decade earlier. He just ran the shop until he died. After he passed on, the place was boarded up and then demolished.
Hiking in the Woods
At that time in my life I spent a lot of time hiking in the woods. I would often ride my bike all over town and up and down the back roads and railroad spur lines. In the Spring the air would be fresh with the smells of lush forest canopy. In the Fall, it would be a time of warm “Indian Summers” with red and yellow leaves that would blow in the light breezes.
I lived in a small town in Pennsylvania. The hills all around us were wooded and access to them was via back roads and rail lines. As a boy, I would spend a lot of time walking on these tracks and exploring the world around me.
I rode a gold Schwinn “banana seat” bike with “high bars” and a “drag strip” (non-tread) rear tire. Every one of my friends owned a bicycle. My sister had one with a white plastic basket in the front. My bike had these long streamers of plastic that plugged into the handles. I eventually tore those things off. But I would put a card (from a deck of cards) and attach it to the bicycle with a wooden clothes pin. That way my bicycle would make some “cool” sounds when I rode fast. It had a huge red circular red reflector on the back, right under the white “banana seat”. Like the GTO I would later drive when I was in High School, the bicycle was an orange color.
We would all ride bicycles when we grew up. Which is different than kids today. Instead, today their parents drive them from event to event, instead of expecting them to get there on their own. A 1970s childhood. (Image Source)
My bike was a personal selection. When my father took me to a store to pick it out, I chose a really simple and rugged model. There were no front or rear brakes on the handlebars. To brake, you would just use the pedals. There also weren’t any gears. There was one gear only. It came with a rear view mirror, that soon broke off, and that was about it. My friends all had more complicated bicycles, and over the years, they were perpetually repairing their bikes and trying to fix them. For me, I never had that problem.
Television Shows
At that time the only television channels that we could watch were CBS, NBC, and ABC. We also had “channel 13” which was a government channel. All of our news, and our entertainment came from these three sources. Since we never had the kind of selection that we have today, we didn’t find anything wrong with it. It was normal for us.
Here is the complete television selection for Friday night viewing in 1971. It is pretty sparse isn’t it. This is where all American got their news and found out about the world around them.
As sparse as the selection was, we were perpetually glued to the television set. There was usually a movie a night. They were often a few years old, after being shown in the movie theaters. If the movie wasn’t shown in the theaters it would be called a “World Premiere Movie”.
Television was rather primitive.
While we did have a color television, we still needed to walk across the room to change the channel. Imagine that! Remote controls were not available until the mid-1970’s. On top of it were “rabbit ears” until we were able to subscribe to cable in the late 1970’s. My grandmother had her “rabbit ears” with aluminum foil wrapped around it. She said that it improved her reception. Maybe it did. I don’t know, her reception really sucked, so it must have been really, really terrible.
I would watch the news reluctantly. For me it was pretty boring.
However, I did follow the news about space. You couldn’t miss it. Everyone was talking about space, and the moon. That is all you heard about as a child of the 1960’s. The television shows also helped to maintain this theme.
As the news that played on the radio concerned our exploration of space and the Vietnam War. Of course I didn’t know what was going on. It was a takeover of the United States government by dark forces embedded deep inside the United States government. When JFK was shot, my father insisted that I watch the television. He kept telling me that this was the most important thing to happen to the United States since the Civil War. He was a lifelong Democrat and he had real concerns that there was more to the story than what the government was saying. Later, after he died and President Trump released the transcripts, it turned out that my father was right after all.
The “Deep State” murdered our President.
“This fucker, johnson should be dug up and pissed on, and torn apart. Every modern ill can be traced to him.”
-sowhat1929
On Sunday we watched Mutual of Omaha’s “Wild Kingdom”, and “The FBI” (Starring Efrem Zimbalist Jr) after the Walt Disney hour. If I wasn’t watching television, I was building plastic scale models, or experimenting on my Gilbert chemistry (and electrical) sets.
The A. C. Gilbert Company was an American toy company, once one of the largest toy companies in the world. It is best known for introducing the Erector Set to the marketplace. A chemistry set is an educational toy allowing the user (typically a teenager) to perform simple chemistry experiments.During the Bill Clinton presidency (D) all sales of chemistry, electronics, and mechanical kits were put under investigation as possible routes for “home grown” terroristic activities, and were subsequently suppressed, if not outright banned. Over the Bush years (R), they resurfaced and eked out a small living. However, by 2017 most hobby kit suppliers went out of business. Ramsey electronics, Heithkit electronics RIP.
At that time in my life, I like the rest of my classmates, watched shows like the Partridge Family and The Brady Bunch. These shows were about “us”. It was how we interacted with each other, and our families and our communities. This all began to change when the television media decided to change their programming towards minorities in urban areas. Television began a slow phase away from white families living in suburbia and began to concentrate on poor urban minorities.
The Brady Bunch. The Brady Bunch is an American sitcom created by Sherwood Schwartz that aired from September 26, 1969, to March 8, 1974, on ABC. The series revolves around a large blended family with six children. Considered one of the last of the old-style family sitcoms, the series aired for five seasons and, after its cancellation in 1974, went into syndication in September 1975. While the series was never a critical or ratings success during its original run, it has since become a popular staple in syndication, especially among children and teenaged viewers.
“The "rural purge" of American television networks (in particular CBS) was a series of cancellations in the early 1970s of still-popular rural-themed shows with demographically skewed audiences, the majority of which occurred at the end of the 1970–71 television season. In addition to rural themed shows, the purge also eliminated several high rating variety shows that had been on CBS since their beginning of television broadcasting. One of the earliest efforts at channel drift, CBS in particular saw a dramatic change in direction with the shift, moving away from shows with rural themes and toward ones with supposedly more appeal to urban audiences.”-Wikipedia
The shows we watched were funnier than what you see on television today. And, maybe, just maybe a little more innocent. “The Bob Newhart Show” was typical. The humor involved day to day situations and NEVER mentioned race (compare that to today), and had a real twisted surrealistic sense of humor. Consider “Mary Hartman. Mary Hartman”, or “Green Acres”. You can find out more here.
Iconic characters from the Bob Newhart show that was popular in the 1970s and 1980s. Hi! I am Larry, and this is my brother Darryl and my other brother Darryl. (Image Source.)
Ah, you’ve got to hear about the three yokel brothers in the (very surrealistic) 80’s “The Bob Newhart show”. I loved these guys. They might have been the highlight of the show. Heck, they could have had their own show (hint. Hint.)
“…discovering that a witch is buried in the basement of their Vermont inn. They want to find out who she was, but they also want her 300-year-old grave dug up and removed.
The silly-from-next-door tells him he knows some guys who`ll do anything for a buck.Next thing, three goofy-looking, backwoods brothers from the genetically weak side of Vermont show up. “Oh, Lord!” says Bob, getting a whiff. Larry--the only brother who ever talks--hands Bob their card.“We`ll do anything for a buck,” it says.”- Larry, Darryl And Darryl Are `Newhart` Hits
They were quite good hearted, and obviously lived a strange, strange life. Afterall, clubbed weasel was their idea of good eatin’. Larry’s totally deadpan delivery of some very bizarre lines was always a highlight of any Newhart episode. “We went to the bakery ’cause they were advertising ‘bear claws’, but it turned out to just be a come-on.”
Ah. Good times. Good times.
Movies and television portrayed westerns (with “white men” taming the wilderness), war adventures (mostly involving world war II fighting the evil Nazi army), space exploration (such as Lost in Space, Star Trek, Fireball XL-5, Thunderbirds are Go and Land of the Giants), and Spy Adventures (against the Soviet Union or against fictional organizations such as T.H.R.U.S.H.).
Scale Models
One of my favorite hobbies was the building of plastic models. These were often of ships, airplanes and military hardware. I made a few models of cars, but my favorites were of military tanks and figurines.
I had a desk in my bedroom. It was an old desk inherited from my father with four drawers. I used a fold-up “card table” chair to sit at it with. On it was a 1940’s style desk lamp that my parents must have pulled out of the garbage at some time. I had books on the desk, a “multiband” radio where I could listen to FM radio, and a pencil holder made out of a decorated metal coffee cup tin.
At that desk, I would assemble, build and paint my models. It was an enjoyable pursuit. The desk faced the window in the bedroom, and I would often have the windows open, but the shade drawn down about half way. The shades were in the old 1960’s style and were meant to last. They had this kind of “life preserver” style ring hanging on a string that you could pull down to raise or lower the shade.
I needed the fresh air, as the odor from the glue was toxic and would tend to get me all flustered when I used it. I remember once, that my sister was watching her television show and they were really pushing the Rigley Chewing Gum-gum-gum… Rigley chewing gum-gum-gum commercial. It must have been running every ten minutes. I was about going out of my mind with the combination of the toxic glue odor and the subliminal programming of the chewing gum. Ugh!
I would build the models and paint them. Then, I would carefully hang them from the ceiling. My room was filled with models of various sizes and shapes.
The airplanes I would hang from the ceiling with string. I would display my collection of tanks and military equipment on shelves alongside my collection of centuries-old bottles. (I was an avoid junk collector and was always on the lookout for discarded bottles that I would collect from ancient trash dumps in the nearby forests.)
I collected Tamiya 1/35 scale military hardware models. I had quite a collection of German vehicles and tanks. At that time, the Japanese model maker Tamiya made the best quality models. They had an innovative introduction process that added new model to the collection every few months.
This is a model of the German Tiger I tank. I had numerous models of this massive beast in various scales. I even had one so complete that the interior was all detailed.
Alas, when I graduated from university I discovered that my mother had thrown away all of my models. She didn’t want all the clutter in the house. I guess one person’s treasure is another person’s trash.
Science Fiction
I started reading Science Fiction avidly. With one of the first books being the “Mad Scientist Club”.
The Mad Scientist Club is a series of stories (and books) written in the 1960’s which fueled the imagination and adventures of us children in the 1970’s. (The son of the author has a website. You can visit the website HERE.) These stories inspired me. They inspired my dreams and led me down the path towards technical excellence.
The cover from the first book of “The Mad Scientists Club”. This is a classic book for all young children entering their early teens.
The boys in the stories used science to create all sorts of pandemonium and mayhem in their little town. They applied themselves to using science to make devices and gadgets. They played pranks. The books showed how a boy could engineer a device from techniques that they learned in school. They made balloons, talked on ham radios, devised electronics, and they did it all on their very own.
The beauty about all this was that they never asked for help or permission. They took the initiative and did it on their own. They applied themselves.
Indeed, these stories are special. But, don’t take it from me. Read what others have to say.
“This is the best kids book ever.… In a way it saddens me when I re-read it. I don't think our kids today have as much freedom as these did (or my generation). I remember staying out until dark, riding my bike EVERYWHERE, clubhouses on vacant lots...Or maybe it's responsibility. Kids today have freedom but little responsibility. I'm getting off my soapbox now. but this is a cool book and it will make your kids fall in love with science. I imagine the Mythbusters grew up like this- or maybe their dads did!! ”-Holly commentary on the book. Found at Goodreads.
I am afraid that Holly is correct. American children (and adults) don’t have as much freedom as we all used to. (It’s our fault, you know.) These books are for kids and inspires them to accomplish things through study and action. These books are not about getting a group together and finding a group consensus. It’s not about how to cautiously speak so as not to offend anyone. Nope. It is about getting things done and raising hell in the process.
It’s books like these that inspired many of us to study science and engineering. It certainly affected me. It also affected others. I am not the only one who studied about rockets and space…
“This was simply a great childhood book for any inquisitive kid who likes science, haunted houses, dinosaurs, flying machines, etc. I read this book in about seventh or eighth grade and actually a couple of times since. I believe this book helped me on my career to being a rocket scientist but it also gave me many ideas as I was growing up.Brinley managed to capture the perfect mid-west US town and the guys in the book were great caricatures of fun loving, science minded boys with a bit of good natured mischief up their sleeves. Then Brinley took this setting and boys and produced a series of wonderful stories capturing so many things that so many boys growing up find so intriguing.I bought a copy recently for a nephew and he was enraptured by it. The follow-ups while good never really reached the level of this first book but were fun in their own right. It will always hold a special memory of growing up back in the '60s.”-Robert commentary on the book. Found at Goodreads.
He’s right you know. The stories certainly inspired me.
I like to think that there is inspiration in stories where you find adventure, freedom and independence. These are things that are absolutely missing in the modern realm of politically correct stories. Which, by the way, is a very important point. By following a “Politically Correct” narrative, you retard the growthof young boys. To paraphrase Clint Eastwood, you turn men into pussies.
“We live in more of a pussy generation now, where everybody's become used to saying, "Well, how do we handle it psychologically?" In those days, you just punched the bully back and duked it out. Even if the guy was older and could push you around, at least you were respected for fighting back, and you'd be left alone from then on.”-Clint Eastwood
A parent has a responsibly to PREPARE their children to venture out and grow. They need to go forth and carve a life out of the wilderness. But that is not what is happening today. Instead we have children that never leave the nest. Young men, in the United States, live at home until they are in their 30’s. Instead of investing their time in building, workings, making, and creating, they are too busy looking at cat videos on the Internet while they post their latest latté on Facebook. Boys must be taught to aspire to be Men, not to be a woman’s version of a sensitive man.
Pussies.
No amount of tattoos, unique hair or beard, or cool urban clothing style is going to make you into a Man. It comes from within. Education alone won’t do it. Money and wealth won’t do it. Polite conversation won’t do it. It comes from inside. It comes from deep down inside. It comes from a place that says “you can, and must do what you need to do”. You don’t ask for permission, or consensus. You go out and carve your life out. Alone.
By clutching on to your children like over protective mothers, the children don’t grow up. Physically they might age, but the brain and the emotions are still that of a young child. How else can you explain the SWJ mentality that demands a protective overseer? Which is what they want, you know. They demand to be coddled and taken care of by a big parental government Bernie Sanders style. Because, that is all that they know. They don’t know how to be independent. We don’t teach that anymore.
These books break us out of that mold…
“A gem. Almost unknown; but one of the most hilarious and memorable laugh-out-loud books you could ask for. It's never mentioned by anyone; it's never recommended, placed on book lists or chosen by reading-groups. This just might be because it's a series of books, which represents a 'philosophy-of-parenting’, which has fallen out of favor. That's my suspicion, anyway.I mean, just think about it. These stories are about kids who are unmonitored; who are allowed to just go off on summer afternoons and hang out on their own; and do whatever they want.... because they are trusted by their folks. Today, this is the last thing parents want to hear. No one in today's control-freak, micro-managing America wants to imagine that children can be trusted like this.Books for very young children ('Little Prince' or 'Giving Tree') are in abundance on Goodreads. They're sweet and harmless. There's also a new genre called 'YA' ('young adult'). But guess what? They're all very sanitary, careful, cautious, and timid. Antiseptic. Content-supervised and Content-controlled. They always instruct youngsters on the 'correct' thing to do, the 'sensitive' thing to do, the 'courteous' thing to do...blah blah blah.'Mad Scientists' is different. Instead of caution, the author praises problem-solving, solidarity, daring, and initiative. It's a book written for kids illustrating how NOT to follow the rules. It’s a book, which shows that rules are made to be flouted.These stories are from a time when today's endless complexities and anxieties just weren't around. It’s a book that deals with kids just... having fun. I say, there need to be a LOT MORE books like this.The gang of boys in Brinley's tales are pre-teens; somewhere between 11 and 14. This is a strange interval in a boy's matriculation, when they need to figure out a lot of things about life (and it’s also a time when adults have the least relevant advice to offer). This is the space Brinley plays in: the theme of personal responsibility.Teens NEED to create a few genuine catastrophes in order to learn the weight of 'cause' vs 'effect'. 'Intention' vs 'outcome'. 'Actions' vs 'harm'. They need to learn the ins-and-outs of friendship and loyalty and paying-one's-dues.The 'Mad Scientists Club' (this is the name carved on their clubhouse door) demonstrate these themes grandly. These young scamps are precisely in that age where you learn how to make a mess and how you clean it up afterwards. By yourself!The crazy scenarios which afflict these affable 'troublemakers' reminds us--should remind everyone-- that this process can be fun. Making mistakes and learning from them. The best way --nay, the ONLY way--to shape character.Far cry from today, huh? Yeah. Today, we don't let kids have 'secret clubs', 'hideouts', codewords, or 'mysterious friends'. We don't let them play with equipment or tools. They must not 'wreck' anything of ours. They're certainly not allowed to 'gallivant all over creation' (love that phrase).Modern parents are rule-mongers and control freaks. When our kids want to play, we take them to 'Sesame Place' and we monitor their nutrition and we deck them in flashing sneakers and put them in helmets and on leashes. We place them in soccer, swim class, softball, karate, dance, gymnastics.The result? Modern kids have no idea what real 'freedom' means. We never give it to them. They turn out to be vegetables.But Brinley's kids show the other way it can be done. This boy's club makes their own fun. They don't 'ask for permission' to do stuff--they just do it! They embrace wildness, zaniness, and unpredictability. The outcome? Well, they aren't brought up on charges from the Department of Homeland Security, for the trouble they cause. That's for sure. This is a part of small town-Americana we've let slip away.Just one example: in one of the adventures undertaken by the Mad Scientists, they build their own hot-air balloon (using scraps from a local junkyard) and they enter it in the town's annual homemade hot-air balloon race. With no adult supervision at all. Once aloft, (!!) they engaged in an air-battle with their arch-foes and fire potato-cannons and slingshots back'n'forth in mid-air. Finally, they manage to send the enemy gang's balloon into the lake! Can you stand it? I can't friggin' stand it, can you?This book reminds us that children used to be perfectly capable of taking care of themselves if we let them...if we weren't all scared out of our wits by molesters and semi-automatic weapons and drugs and porn and stalkers and computers, we'd still remember the kind of America found in this hilarious read. It's to our shame that we can't.”-Feliks commentary on the book. Found at Goodreads.
Let me simply posit this; to all those men (not to intentionally exclude women, but I am a man addressing myself to other men) who have made something of their life. Maybe you are a barber, a motorcycle mechanic, a car salesman, or a cook, isn’t it true? To make it in this world, you need to stretch your neck out. You need to take risks, bend the rules a little. You need to apply yourself.
The cover to the book “The New Adventures of the Mad Scientist Club”. This is the sequel to the first book. It is also good, though personally, I really prefer the first book overall.
Those times when life got tough, did you go and get permission? Did you go and ask for consensus? Did you politely ask for others opinions, or did you just go out and do whatever it took to achieve your goals? Was it easy? Nope, I’ll wager that it was hard, or at least uncomfortable. You might have to make sacrifices. Right? Right???
Part of the need to accomplish these tasks were goals. These goals were like this golden orb that lay there, just out of reach that you needed to obtain. You would work towards those goals. You would keep those goals in mind while you fought and persevered. A goal might be a car. A goal might be the love of your life.
A man is nothing without a goal.
A goal might be something more honorable and important, like saving the world. As everyone can’t be an evil villain like George Soros. Or, a wealthy trillionaire like Bill Gates. Someone needs to wear the mask of a hero…
The Idols
My bedroom was decorated as any boy of my my age would have. It was festooned with models and collections of brick-a-bract and posters on the wall. I had a poster of Farah Faucett on my wall. She was smiling with this amazing smile, and her huge hair. We all had a crush on her. That as well as Loni Anderson and Rachael Welch . Look at her!
How can you not smile?
Farah Faucett was every 1970s boy’s dream. Just about everyone had a poster of her on our wall or doors in our bedrooms. Farah Faucett was every boys’ dream. (Image Source.)
I had numerous posters on my wall. One was the mandatory “black light” poster on velvet. (It glowed under UV light.) One was a picture of Richie Blackmore (Deep Purple) performing a guitar solo. (I had super imposed a F-14 on it for combined imagery. After all, space and high-performance aircraft and rock n’ roll was my dream.) One was a Roger Dean poster (anyone remember the group “Yes”?).
Raquel Welch was another popular actress that graced the bedrooms of many a boy during the 1960s and 1970s. (Image Source.)
I became a fan of Loni Anderson in her role in the television sitcom “WKRP in Cincinnati”. I think many of my friends did as well. We loved her and watching her on the show was always a highlight. That and the clueless manager who ran the office.
Loni Anderson played the role of the attractive secretary in the American sitcom “WKRP in Cincinnati”.
Telephones
There were no cell phones; indeed most phones hung on the wall, and fully 50% of them had dials instead of push buttons. Our home had two phones. One was an old Bakelite black phone from the 1920’s hidden away in the basement. I loved the feeling of it. There was a weight to it that you just couldn’t get during the 1970’s. We also had a “main” phone in the kitchen. It had an extra-long cord. My sister was always “hogging it up”. So one year they bought her a phone for her room. She still spent most of her time on the phone, it’s just that she wasn’t talking in the kitchen all day.
Sunday mornings were very much the same during the 1960s and 1970s. This included the children in PJ’s, the coffee, and the pets. Sunday mornings were stereotypical.(Image Source.)
In the house we wore “house clothes” also known as PJ’s, with a robe. Mother would make sure that there was always a pot of coffee brewing, and us kids would always fight over who would get to read the comics section of the paper first. Of course, our dogs and cats merrily participated in the morning ritual. Picture above is not the ideal, it was the actual.
Global Cooling and the “Green Movement”
We were terrified of the global cooling. Thousands of experts were constantly informing us of the up coming global ice age that would turn Florida into a Siberian wasteland.
In our schools we would go on field trips to clean up the environment. We would go on “collection drives” to collect money for our environment, and we ended up with absolute bushels of money. (Don’t know where it all went, though…) We attended classes on the environment and school rallies to lecture us on the up-coming global cooling that would soon turn the world into a snow cone.
We were terrified!
Every cold day was a sign that the world was plunging into another great ice age. Magazines, the media, and the news all had stories about the coming cold period and the need to raise taxes to save our environment. Experts were paraded on television to teach us the need to raise taxes, and fund more research.
Here’s a selection of some covers from Time Magazine during the 1970’s. The big concern was about “global cooling” and ho that taxes had to be increased to fund studies so as to stop it.
The “Love Canal” fiasco acted as a terrible “kick start” to the “environmental movement”. Americans began to wake up that we had been really abusing our environment. As such, immediate action had to be taken. And thus the government took action in the only way that it knew how…
It set up the EPA, and…
Raised taxes.
Which was the entire purpose of the decade long propaganda push; To [1] increase the size and scope of the government, and [2] to raise more taxes to go to Washington D.C..
“What’s it mean, anyway? Do 97% of #Scientists agree that the climate is changing? Actually, everyone agrees with that – that the Earth’s climate changes over time is why we had an ice age. Well, we had an ice age a long time ago. We did not have one after the #Science people promised an ice age in the 1970s. But shhhh! We’re not supposed to mention that.
Want to know what the proposed solution for the ’70s ice age that never arrived was? Give the liberal elite more money and power. Overpopulation was another big crisis in the ’70s too. It never arrived either. The solution to that was to give the liberal elite more money and power. And when they were warning us about acid rain destroying us in the ’80s? The solution to that crisis was also to give the liberal elite more money and power. The ozone hole? Yep, more of our money and power to the liberal elite. Back in the 1990s, the Al Gores of the world were warning us that we had just 10 years left to save the Earth unless … wait for it … we gave the liberal elite more money and power.
Sense some themes?
Each of these crises all had two things in common. Thing One was that none of these doomsdays ever produced the promised doom. Thing Two was that each was a demand to give the liberal elite more money and power.”
One of the things that I have come to appreciate the most was the family meal that we had when I was growing up as a child. During my early childhood we would hold formal “sit down” meals in the Dining Room. Us children each had our own roles / chores in regards to this. On Sunday we would have the largest and most elaborate meals. Mealtime was the opportunity when we could all talk about our day, our hopes and dreams, and things that interested us.
At the time, I didn’t realize how important it was.
Then, during the 1970’s everything changed. Both of my parents had to work. (You can thank the American Federal Reserve for the decline in the value of the dollar that necessitated the breakup of our families.) A formal family meal was replaced with “help yourself” fix your own meals, out of a pot on the stove, or “make yourself a snack” out of the refrigerator. We would then scrounge something up, and eat it alone watching television.
Communication was via notes on the refrigerator.
Now that I am much older, I can see clearly the value of a family meal as well as a community meal. As such, I now dictatorially enforce an observance of this tradition within my own home.
Fishing with my Father
I will conclude with this little narrative of my experiences in 1971 talking about my father. He used to spend the time and take me and my siblings out to the river to fish. He had a couple of rods and a tackle box that he inherited from his (favorite) uncle. Using it, he taught me how to fish, and how to gut and clean the fish.
While it is a great memory of mine, the best part, and the part that remember most clearly is how he would drive out to the lake or stream, and we would then troop down to the area to fish. He was always on the lookout for isolated and secluded areas to fish in. He yearned for the “perfect spot”. One with deep water and plenty of overhanging limbs and trees that fish can hide in.
Oh, I would go fishing with my friends. They had an assortment of remote cabins, canoes and secret places that always provided us a great deal of pleasure. But, it was the times with my father that mattered the most to me. My friends were always up to something.
I once had a friend who placed plastic sheeting on his garage floor and dumped a dump truck full of soil on it. He, at age 13, had constructed a worm farm, and he somehow had this crazy idea that he would get “filthy rich” selling worms to the local bait and tackle shops. He did actually manage to sell some. I think he might have made $5 or so. Eventually, he gave up the idea and paid some one to haul the dirt away. His dream of instant millions went bust.
I never became an expert at fishing. I was, I guess you could say, an enthusiastic hobbyist. For me, the time with my father fishing were some of the best moments of my life, and moments that I will treasure until I too, will die.
Conclusion
This was just a little narrative that I wrote about what it was like for me in 1971. It’s a far cry from the United States today. The USA today saddens me. Every time I read the news, I get either depressed or angered. There’s not really too much that I can do about the slide into open civil strife that America is plunging towards, all that I can do is take care of myself and think good thoughts.
This includes what it was like growing up as a boy.
Take Aways
Global Cooling was a sham designed to trick Americans into permitting a larger government and giving away more of their money.
There were only four television channels that we American had access to in the early 1970’s.
The family meal is the most important part of having a family. It is important to nurture and cultivate relationships.
Television shows used to focus on American culture instead of bastardized urban minority culture.
My favorite memories of my father was when we were fishing together.
This is how we rolled. We were allowed to experience life in all it’s ugly and beautiful glory. Life is about living.
Posted On Free Republic
This article was posted on Free Republic in the chat section and collected a number of interesting comments. Many of which, I really do need to write about. Particularly what it was like for my sisters at that time, the cars that we drove, and the cultural things going on in society at that time. You can read the comments HERE.
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Stories that Inspired Me
Here are reprints in full text of stories that inspired me, but that are nearly impossible to find in China. I place them here as sort of a personal library that I can use for inspiration. The reader is welcome to come and enjoy a read or two as well.
Here, I return back to my narrative. The reader is reminded that I was “off-world” after entering the dimensional transport portal. There, I underwent some kind of extraterrestrial EBP reconstructive “medical” procedure while lying on a table. I got up and was instructed to leave the area. I did so and entered a long red lit “tunnel” area.
Introduction
“To my way of thinking, there is every bit as much evidence for the existence of UFOs as there is for the existence of God; probably far more. At least in the case of UFOs there have been countless taped and filmed and, by the way, unexplained sightings from all over the world, along with documented radar evidence seen by experienced military and civilian radar operators.”
― George Carlin, When Will Jesus Bring the Pork Chops?
In short order, I walked through the field and left the red lit chamber. It was dissimilar to when I entered it. This time the ringing in my ears was far softer, and much quieter. It wasn’t so fierce, and to me it appeared as if I just simply walked through a foot thick layer of fog. Indeed, the transition from the medical facility to the naval base was nearly instantaneous.
Comparatively, it felt like walking through a thick wall of water. That is actually the best way that I can explain it. It was exactly like walking through an increasingly dense curtain of water. As I passed through the gaseous and vaporous “waterfall”, I suddenly found myself back on the base. I felt wet. (The feeling disappeared about three seconds later.)
I do remember being startled at how “wet” I felt. Then I “snapped out of it” and walked up to the meet the Commander as he walked towards me.
When I exited the field, it was 5 days later and I was leaving from a different portal in the ELF facility. I entered the same room, but it was now dim and empty, and only the Commander was waiting for me. As I exited the portal I saw him clearly at the end of the hangar. And, as I exited, he walked up to me. He had been expecting me. He waited for me at that specific date, and specific time.
Only some of the lights in the ceiling were on, as opposed to when I left the base. At that time most of the lights were on. At this time only about 1/3 to ¼ of the lights were on. It was dim, but not completely dark.
I walked straight, but found that I exited at a 90 degree angle to where I entered. As far as I can tell, my point of arrival was at the exact spot where I entered the field five days earlier. The building was dim, empty and quiet. As the Commander walked up to me, his footsteps echoed in the large empty building. No one else was there. It felt like the end of the day when everyone had went home. The building was deserted and empty. I continued walking towards him, and we met in the middle of the hangar.
I forgot all protocol and did not salute. (As far as I can recall.) This was a terrible breach of everything that I had been taught, but I was in quite a state of shock. (As was understandable.) He didn’t seem to mind at all and motioned for us to go out through a side door to our right. I seem to recall that he suggested that we go through the door. We walked in silence together. He was to my left and opened the door for me by pressing the center door brace. Then held it open for me by standing to my right side and holding the door open.
We exited the empty warehouse by leaving through a side door that took us to a small set of cement steps set next to the rear of the building. We went down the steps and walked to the shady parking lot in front of us. There were only two vehicles left there. We entered the one that the Commander was driving. It was, I believe, the same plain subcompact car that he drove us to the facility earlier.
Chatting in the Car
“I thought any chance I had of space travel would be military or government-controlled.”
-David Mackay
I sat in the front next to the Commander. We drove out of the parking lot, and went out of the gated ELF area. It was late afternoon, and the shade underneath the trees was dark and deep. It was quiet, and everyone had gone home. It was a Friday (!), and as such, the base was mostly deserted except for the barracks where the AOC’s lived. We passed though the ELF gate and turned down the road. We rode down the shady lanes in quiet contemplation.
When we were on the road the Commander asked me what I thought about all that I had gone through. I told him that it was all overwhelming. I actually said “…it’s pretty overwhelming…”. I probably should have said more, but I was actually worn out and in a bit of shock.
We drove in silence for most of the trip. I felt halcyon and cool. He told me that he was doing to drop me off at the canteen and for me to get something to eat. Then, after eating, I was to go to my barracks and get some sleep. He told me that he knew that it seemed fantastic and amazing, but that I would get used to it all soon enough. (Paraphrased quote.) I told him that I thought that I might need a few days to sort everything out that happened.
I asked him what will happen next. He said not to worry about that at all. He stated that things will sort themselves out and I will know exactly what to do. (Also paraphrased.)
Then he told me something that was shocking to me. He told me that after today, I won’t remember anything that happened. I must have been really disrespectful, but I think I said, “Awe…, shit.” I quickly turned my head and looked out the window in deep thought.
“At various points in our lives, or on a quest, and for reasons that often remain obscure; we are driven to make decisions which prove with hindsight to be loaded with meaning. ”
― Swami Satchidananda, The Yoga Sutras
Yippee-Ki-Yay!
He pulled the car up to the canteen, we sat in the car for a few minutes. He told me to go inside and get something to eat. He said that my class had already eaten, so when I am done eating, just return to the barracks on my own and join them. He told me to remember everything that we had talked about. Especially to remember “Yippee-Ki-Yay!”.
I got out and walked a few paces and then turned around to look at him. He sat in the car and was watching me go into the building intently. I smiled, turned around and went in. I knew he watched me walk into the canteen and then he drove off.
Victoria Lasseter: Cherry Progressive, listen. Mandelbrot set is in motion. Echo Choir has been breached.
Mike Howell: Is that a lyric from something?
-Dialog representative of trigger phrase from the movie “American Ultra”.
In hindsight, this particular verbiage kept on coming up. But it did not come up in the way that you would think. Instead, it appeared periodically due to the popularity of the “Die Hard” series of movies.
Die Hard is a 1988 American action film directed by John McTiernan and written by Steven E. de Souza and Jeb Stuart, based on the 1979 novel Nothing Lasts Forever by Roderick Thorp. Die Hard follows off-duty New York City Police Department officer John McClane (Bruce Willis) as he takes on a group of highly organized criminals led by Hans Gruber (Alan Rickman), who perform a heist in a Los Angeles skyscraper under the guise of a terrorist attack using hostages, including McClane's wife Holly (Bonnie Bedelia), to keep the police at bay.
Here’s a comment written by Catullus on Dec 25, 2017 6:21 PM. It is in the comments section of the article titled “What’s The Greatest Christmas Movie Of All Time?”. In it, the commenter states that the movie “Die Hard” is the best movie (of all time) to watch during Christmas.
“Die Hard. Please. Women hate it.It’s about a regular guy caught up in something extraordinary. Helped by other regular people. Using his wits.Plus it’s full of lazy, fat, stupid government bureaucrats fucking it up even further.And then he gets back with his wife who he’s having marital problems with while they balance success in their lives.It’s not magic and dancing and bullshit”
-CatullusDec 25, 2017 6:21 PM
Every time I would hear this phrase, or even the mere reference to it, I would feel somewhat stronger inside. I would remember who I was and what my overall purpose was. Maybe this was true for all Americans, but I had a certain attachment to the character whom Bruce Willis played in that movie; John McClane.
I am sure that the actor had no idea that his role was connected to our programming. I also didn’t think he knew how his role was used to affect the emotional states of the men whom were entrusted to be the “real” John McClane in the “real” world. Never the less, all of us in the program, felt connected to this character and (every-man) hero.
In fact, aside from the popular series of movies, I never heard that phrase ever used. Even when it was used in the movies it seemed forced and uncomfortable. What was the purpose of all the elements surrounding it? It was and is a big mystery to me.
This is an interesting point I would like to devote a moment to ponder. The government has ties to all the media outlets. These ties are familial, friends, relationships, social, and in a number of cases, formal. Additionally, for reasons that are rather complex, the American media is dominated by a liberal (as opposed to conservative) bias. They have connections to big business, banks, and every single media outlet. They are able to use these connections to place phrases, words, sentences, subjects and concepts to the unaware American populace. To most, they are banal and insignificant. But they all, every single one of them has a meaning and a purpose.
While the movie “Die Hard” ended up being quite popular, the key ionic phrase that he uttered did not. And that is perhaps the story within this story. The message of the lone hero who fights a greatly powerful foe against all odds; the simple “every-man” hero is the story of our roles. And while the movie portrayal was popular, the messages left inside the movie were missed and forgotten by everyone except those “in the know”. For us, the message was clear. The iconic phase was for us; the real “designated heroes” of this adventure.
Although how I was a “hero “is beyond me. There is nothing especially great or unique about me, aside from those probes in my head. I am just an average man, doing an average job, with a wife, and then retired from it all. There was nothing heroic about anything in my life; NOTHING. Nothing at all.
Honestly, I'm just some smuck that was in the right place at the right time, and nothing more.
The use of Hollywood heroes and popular music, as well as conventional media to communicate and direct those of us so implanted is a common and IMPORTANT aspect of the program. I do not know why they did this. I can make assumptions and try to relate the use of base emotions and primal directive energies to create underlying motivations, but that is all just me guessing. I was never formally introduced into the reasoning and the science behind the ELF implants. I only know what was told to me and how it affected me later on in my life.
The Canteen
I entered the canteen.
I immediately noticed that the other AOCs were wearing a different uniform than I was. I was dressed in the khaki uniform that I wore on Monday, and they were dressed in the khaki uniform for Friday. To an outside observer this was meaningless, but to us it was important. They wore a Service Khaki uniform with a peaked cap, while I was wearing a Service Khaki uniform with a garrison cap. It startled me, but I just ignored it and continued into the canteen.
A Peaked Cap.
A military style cap with black visor, rigid standing front, flaring circular rim and black cap band worn with detachable khaki cover. Fabric match of cap cover and uniform is required. When wearing an all-weather coat, a clear plastic combination cap rain cover may be worn.
A Side Cap.
A side cap is a foldable military cap with straight sides and a creased or hollow crown sloping to the back where it is parted. It is known as a garrison cap (in the United States), a wedge cap (in Canada), or officially field service cap (in the United Kingdom and Commonwealth countries), but it is more generally known as the side cap. A convenient feature of this cap is that when the owner is indoors and no coat-hook is available on which to hang it, then it can be easily stored (by folding it over the belt or, unofficially, by tucking it under an epaulette).
Outside the canteen, on the porch, was a rack where one would place their hats or raincoats before entering. In this case, I noticed that the shelves had peaked hats. This was quite unlike what I was wearing at the time.
Like an automation, I went and obtained a tray of food and then sat down apart from other classes that were eating. I went to the closest empty table and sat apart from everyone else. No one confronted me. No one approached me. I ate in silence by myself. No one disturbed me. I then finished, and returned back to my barracks.
I did this like an automation. I did so automatically and without thinking, fear or concern. It was as if I was in a half-awake dream.
How Memory Works
I am not a doctor. Thus, my efforts to describe my beliefs concerning how my mind was compartmentalized might be wildly inaccurate. My premise is simple. What I describe is based upon my experience, and conclusions that I arrived to. It is my opinion, and could be very wrong.
In general, my primary contention is that memory is not correctly understood by the conventional American medical establishment. We think that it resides inside the brain, when it actually resides in the quantum sphere that surrounds our physical body. (I believe that by investigating how memory works, scientists can obtain insight into the nature of the soul.)
We, in the West, tend to believe that the processes and procedures related to curing the human body is wholly accurate and is the ONLY way to do so. Why we believe this has to do with our culture. Nevertheless, the truth is that the complexities of the human biological engine are not well understood by the Western medical establishment.
Here, we make approximations of complex biological processes through empirical supposition and theory based upon observation. Overall, our science and chemistry is pretty good, and we are able to “cure” many diseases and illnesses.
However, I must tell the reader this; our state of medical science is one of approximation. We provide approximate solutions to complex biological variations. Many times our solutions work. But they do not ever work so efficiently. Such is the case of how the human memory works. How the human memory works differs substantially from what is assumed by mainstream science.
This is similar to, but not the same as, other theories regarding non-localization of memory. Consider the holonomic brain theory, developed by neuroscientist Karl Pribram initially in collaboration with physicist David Bohm. This theory is a model of human cognition that describes the brain as a holographic storage network.
Holonomic brain theory
Pribram suggests these processes involve electric oscillations in the brain's fine-fibered dendritic webs, which are different from the more commonly known action potentials involving axons and synapses. These oscillations are waves and create wave interference patterns in which memory is encoded naturally, and the waves may be analyzed by a Fourier transform.
Gabor, Pribram and others noted the similarities between these brain processes and the storage of information in a hologram, which can also be analyzed with a Fourier transform. In a hologram, any part of the hologram with sufficient size contains the whole of the stored information.
In this theory, a piece of a long-term memory is similarly distributed over a dendritic arbor so that each part of the dendritic network contains all the information stored over the entire network. This model allows for important aspects of human consciousness, including the fast associative memory that allows for connections between different pieces of stored information and the non-locality of memory storage (a specific memory is not stored in a specific location, i.e. a certain neuron)
Most, if not all, of the American medical establishment believes that memories are retained in the physical body. It has to be they reason. As there are no other physical locations that they could reside in. However, that is fallacious thinking. The belief that a non-physical thought would actually require a physical storage container is quite contentious and deserves further consideration.
I argue the opposite; that non-physical thought requires a non-physical container to be stored within.
They believe that the complexities of the brain store memories in the synapses of the mind. They do not believe in a spiritual soul, or in the soul being an extension of the physical body. However, I do not agree with this. My experiences cannot have possibly occurred if their beliefs were actually true.
Conventional science assures us that memories are deposited and reside inside of the brain. They tell us that how the brain is wired is how the memories are configured and this arrangement is what establishes the repository of the memory. But that is all false. Memories reside outside of the brain in the quantum cloud or soul that is part of our being. We access our memories though “ports” that are hardwired in the physical brain connections.
Since, I know that soul is an actual, physical extension of the body, and that extraterrestrial races can modify, improve and even create appliances that interact with the soul. This then implies that the soul has a great capacity for process functions.
One of the greatest process functions is the creation, and storage of memories. Therefore, I strongly believe that memories are encoded in the soul outside of the physical body. Not inside the brain.
The experience of watching one’s life “pass before their eyes” is one of the most common experiences when a person touches the throes of death. At that moment when the conscious mind departs the heavy dense body, it touches the (so called) “soul body”. (This is the closest and most sluggish of the non-physical quantum particles to the physical world around us.) Since the soul body is the repository for memories, the person experiences the memories in total. This happens directly and suddenly.
Others have broached this concept using more powerful language than I. You can read it here, if you want…
Quantum Approaches to Consciousness
In the scenario developed by Penrose and neurophysiologically augmented by Hameroff, quantum theory is claimed to be effective for consciousness, but the way this happens is quite sophisticated. It is argued that elementary acts of consciousness are non-algorithmic, i.e., non-computable, and they are neurophysiologically realized as gravitation-induced reductions of coherent superposition states in microtubuli.
Unlike the more or less conventional approaches, which are essentially based on (different features of) status quo quantum theory, the physical part of the scenario, (proposed by Penrose), actually refers to future developments of quantum theory. This would be for a much more proper understanding of the physical process underlying quantum state reduction. Obviously, the grander picture is that a full-blown theory of quantum gravity is required to ultimately understand quantum measurement, and thus the physical process underlying quantum state reduction.
This is a far-reaching assumption, and Penrose does not offer a concrete solution to this problem. However, he gives a number of plausibility arguments which clarify his own motivations and have in fact inspired others to take his ideas seriously. Penrose's rationale for invoking state reduction is not that the corresponding randomness offers room for mental causation to become efficacious (although this is not excluded). His conceptual starting point, at length developed in two books (Penrose 1989, 1994), is that elementary conscious acts must be non-algorithmic. Phrased differently, the emergence of a conscious act is a process which cannot be described algorithmically, hence cannot be computed. His background in this respect has a lot to do with the nature of creativity, mathematical insight, Gödel's incompleteness theorem, and the idea of a Platonic reality beyond mind and matter.
In contrast to the unitary time evolution of quantum processes, Penrose suggests that a valid formulation of quantum state reduction replacing von Neumann's projection postulate must faithfully describe an objective physical process that he calls objective reduction. Since present-day quantum theory does not contain such a picture, he argues that effects not currently covered by quantum theory should play a role in state reduction. Ideal candidates for him are gravitational effects since gravitation is the only fundamental interaction which is not integrated into quantum theory so far. Rather than modifying elements of the theory of gravitation (i.e., general relativity) to achieve such an integration, Penrose discusses the reverse: that novel features have to be incorporated in quantum theory for this purpose. In this way, he arrives at the proposal ofgravitation-induced objective state reduction.
Why is such a version of state reduction non-computable? Initially one might think of objective state reduction in terms of a stochastic process, as most current proposals for such mechanisms indeed do (see the entry on collapse theories). This would certainly be indeterministic, but probabilistic and stochastic processes can be standardly implemented on a computer, hence they are definitely computable. Penrose (1994, Secs 7.8 and 7.10) sketches some ideas concerning genuinely non-computable, not only random, features of quantum gravity. In order for them to become viable candidates for explaining the non-computability of gravitation-induced state reduction, a long way still has to be gone.
With respect to the neurophysiological implementation of Penrose's proposal, his collaboration with Hameroff has been crucial. With his background as an anaesthesiologist, Hameroff suggested to consider microtubules as an option for where reductions of quantum states can take place in an effective way, see e.g., Hameroff and Penrose (1996). The respective quantum states are assumed to be coherent superpositions of tubulin states, ultimately extending over many neurons. Their simultaneous gravitation-induced collapse is interpreted as an individual elementary act of consciousness. The proposed mechanism by which such superpositions are established includes a number of involved details that remain to be confirmed or disproven.
The idea of focusing on microtubuli is partly motivated by the argument that special locations are required to ensure that quantum states can live long enough to become reduced by gravitational influence rather than by interactions with the warm and wet environment within the brain. Speculative remarks about how the non-computable aspects of the expected new physics mentioned above could be significant in this scenario are given in Penrose (1994, Sec. 7.7).
Influential criticism of the possibility that quantum states can in fact survive long enough in the thermal environment of the brain has been raised by Tegmark (2000). He estimates the decoherence time of tubulin superpositions due to interactions in the brain to be less than 10-12 sec. Compared to typical time scales of microtubular processes of the order of milliseconds and more, he concludes that the lifetime of tubulin superpositions is much too short to be significant for neurophysiological processes in the microtubuli. In a response to this criticism, Hagan et al.(2002) showed that a corrected version of Tegmark's model provides decoherence times up to 10 to 100 μ sec, and it has been argued that this can be extended up to the neurophysiologically relevant range of 10 to 100 msec under particular assumptions of the scenario by Penrose and Hameroff.
More recently, a novel idea has entered this debate. Theoretical studies of interacting spins have shown that entangled states can be maintained in noisy open quantum systems at high temperature and far from thermal equilibrium. In these studies the effect of decoherence is counterbalanced by a simple “recoherence” mechanism (Hartmann et al. 2006, Li and Paraoanu 2009). This indicates that, under particular circumstances, entanglement may persist even in hot and noisy environments such as the brain.
However, decoherence is just one piece in the debate about the overall picture suggested by Penrose and Hameroff. From another perspective, their proposal of microtubules as quantum computing devices has recently received support from work of Bandyopadhyay's lab at Japan, showing evidence for vibrational resonances and conductivity features in microtubules that should be expected if they are macroscopic quantum systems (Sahu et al. 2013). Bandyopadhyay's results initiated considerable attention and commentary (see Hameroff and Penrose 2014). In a well-informed in-depth analysis, Pitkänen (2014) raised concerns to the effect that the reported results alone may not be sufficient to confirm the approach proposed by Hameroff and Penrose with all its ramifications.
A recent paper by Craddock et al. (2015) discusses in detail how microtubular processes (rather than, or in addition to, synaptic processes, see Flohr 2000) may be affected by anesthetics, and may also be responsible for neurodegenerative memory disorders. As the correlation between anesthetics and consciousness seems obvious at the phenomenological level, it is interesting to know the intricate mechanisms by which anesthetic drugs act on the cytoskeleton of neuronal cells,[13] and which role quantum mechanics plays in these mechanisms. Craddock et al. (2015) point out a number of possible quantum effects (including the power-law behavior addressed by Vitiello, cf. Section 4.3) which can be investigated using presently available technologies.
From a philosophical perspective, the scenario of Penrose and Hameroff has occasionally received outspoken rejection, see e.g., Grush and Churchland (1995) and the reply by Penrose and Hameroff (1995). Indeed, their approach collects several top level mysteries, among them the relation between mind and matter itself, the ultimate unification of all physical interactions, the origin of mathematical truth, and the understanding of brain dynamics across hierarchical levels. Combining such deep and fascinating issues certainly needs further work to be substantiated, and should neither be too quickly celebrated nor offhandedly dismissed. After the two decades since its inception one thing can be safely asserted: the approach has fruitfully inspired many important avenues of innovative research in consciousness studies.
I believe that the physical mind is connected to soul-dwelling memory segments via bridge-points. These are specific access points triggered by certain stimuli or events. Thus, a person might block the access-bridges through chemical means or hypnosis from the physical side. Or, might block the connections from the soul side.
Back in the Barracks
I left the canteen and went back to my barracks. It was a short walk indeed. I walked down the sidewalk and entered the barracks through the nearby side door.
I had just left a “special” assignment with the base commander that involved probes inserted in my skull, an “off world” transport event, a gaggle of extraordinarily pretty girls, and first-hand face-to-face exposure to extraterrestrials.
But to everyone else in my class, it was another week of training.
It was as if nothing had ever happened. All was quiet inside. Most of the other AOC’s were busy studying in their rooms. Upon entering the barracks I went down the short hallway leading towards the head. You couldn’t avoid it, as the head was at the apex of the two long hallways of our barracks.
The "head" aboard a Navy ship is the bathroom. The term comes from the days of sailing ships when the place for the crew to relieve themselves was all the way forward on either side of the bowsprit, the integral part of the hull to which the figurehead was fastened.
When I went in, there were two other classmates there, and they welcomed me most vigorously. They were excited to see me because everyone was speculating wildly what happened to me. Usually when people dropped out of the program, they would disappear completely with their belongings. But I was still on the roster, just physically absent from all the activities. They asked me where I went, because I was gone for the entire week.
I was missing from the class for an entire week!
I had been gone for an entire week. I had no stubby hair or growth. It was as if the time I was gone was for a few hours, but to all the rest of my class, I had been gone all week.
I looked at them incredulously. Up until that point in time, I wasn’t aware that had been gone for an entire week. My last memory at that point was being called out to see the Commander, and as time progressed, I forgot more and more of what transpired. From my point of view it was still Monday. Not late Friday afternoon. From my point of view only a few hours had passed, not five days.
One classmate looked at the top of my head, and asked “What’s this?”, and reaching up, he peeled off a Band-Aid that was on my head. Then he looked at my head, and started to say something, but didn’t. We made some small talk, mostly revolving around them asking me questions, and me responding with confusion and non-committal answers. The AOCs who removed the bandage then motioned to the others to come with him. They stepped outside, and told me that we’d chat later.
It was pretty much the same reaction when I joined the others in my room. On the base we shared a room with four beds, so when I returned there were three other classmates who were full of questions. They started to pepper me with questions. I tried to answer them to the best of my ability, but I was confused and a bit disoriented. A couple of the guys went outside in the hallway to chat with another classmate, and when they were finished talking with him they went in and didn’t ask me any further questions. That night, instead of studying with the others at the table, I just went to sleep.
Memory Erasure
The next day I had no recollection what so ever of what transpired all the previous week. I did not remember meeting Sebastian, or the base Commander. I did not remember having the probes installed. I did not remember joining the W(U)-SAP (MAJestic) program. I did not remember meeting the girls and chatting with them. I did not remember going into the transport portal. I did not remember my “off-world” experience. I remembered nothing.
I had no memory.
I was one week behind in training, and still a little confused. However, there was one thing that was significantly different than before. I was no longer interested in being a naval aviator. I had no heart or desire for it. And this change in attitude was noticed.
Some of my classmates talked to me directly about this. They wanted to know what happened, and wanted to help me “get back on track”. Others, just simply kept their distance. These were my friends and colleagues and we had shared experiences and they were now concerned for me.
There was also some other changes as well.
The upper-classmen who assisted the DI were no longer training with me. It was as if I was “hands off”, and was permitted to be left alone. No longer was I “gouged”. No longer was I pulled aside to be the team leader or to do some special task. I was ignored. In any event, what had actually occurred was that I became fixated in leaving the Navy. It became an obsessive thought that grew and grew over a relatively short period of time.
Gouge (gouj) noun (U.S. Navy slang): essential piece of information; the heart of the matter. When one is gouged, you are ordered to repeat essential pieces of information on the spot.
Leaving the Navy
All week I endured classes. But my heart was not in it. The weekend came and I contemplated talking to the chaplain about leaving, but the opportunity never came up.
Fundamentally, I was not a quitter and it was far easier for me just to stay enrolled in the program, even though my heart was no longer active. Another week passed, and then yet another week. But still, there was a gnawing feeling inside of me.
It was a feeling that I could not stop. It was a feeling that told me that I had to resign from the navy.
Chapel on the Base. There are some differences. When I was in, there were names of deceased aviators on planks on both walls that flank the center area. Aside from that, not much has changed. I would have assumed that President Obama would have changed the chapel to a mosque, but thankfully, that did not occur.
Then one Sunday, I went to the Chaplain’s Office and asked for reassignment and discharge papers. I went there after Sunday church services and walked right in. The Chaplain wasn’t there but two upperclassmen were. They sat there chatting away with two very attractive girls in the office.
I had to interrupt them, and asked for the proper resignation papers to leave the navy. They weren’t too particularly enthusiastic about helping me as they were already far to engaged with the girls. But they managed to grab some papers and handed them to me.
They set me in a small side office and left me alone. The papers wanted specific explanations as to why I wanted to resign my commission, but somehow I felt it best to be extremely vague about it. It is almost as if I knew exactly what to place there.
The rest was academic. It took three days for me to be processed and a week later, to the surprise of my family, I returned home.
Exit
It might seem odd that after years of education toward space flight and space engineering training that I would be released as a civilian without deployment. You might think that it would have been far better, from the point of view of the Navy, to keep us in the Navy but to change our designation.
Aerospace Engineers with technical discipline and a penchant towards flying are a rare breed.
So, the oddness of how I was released, and how so easily it was conducted should be considered. And it is odd, except that our activities were always independent. In fact, once implanted, you are always potentially active. Even if ‘retired’, you can still be reactivated. We can never remove any of the probes in our skulls. They will be there until we die.
ELF Core Kit #1
ELF supplementary Kit #2
EBP
This method serves a dual purpose. [1] It permits those who actually feel that they made a mistake choosing to be a Naval Aviator a way out of the program honorably. In addition, it also [2] permits a method whereas those who wish to join the clandestine black projects a way to enter the civilian work force transparently without anyone knowing their previous association with the United States Navy. However, it does so with the moniker of a person who “failed” the program.
This is a very important point.
While I had exited from the US Navy, I had not at all exited from the Black Project. I can never exit from it. I am permanently implanted with a cranial bond that is tighter than any blood-oath.
In fact my role and training was just starting. (I left the US Navy to enter MAJestic in my role.) From the point of view of everyone else, I was a civilian and not at all associated with the military in any way, but the fact and the truth was, that I had entered one of the most secret and elite programs ever connived by the United States. I was a fully functional W(U)-SAP agent living and working as a common civilian and subject to no one except possibly the President of the United States. I had joined the “MAJestic” organization.
The real truth is that I obtained my orders and commands directly from the EBP. Those whom had control of that link were my direct superiors.
As I know now, that the entire program was but a subset of the MAJestic operations umbrella; my orders came directly from them.
And, as we all now know that the President of the United States may or may not be part of MAJestic, therefore it is entirely possible that another entity gave me orders without the knowledge of the President of the United States.
Appearing average in the middle of magnificence.
Arriving Home
While my family showing care and kindness, they thought that I had failed. I was constantly berated by my father for failure to “stick it out in training”. He was relentless in his most vocal opinions and reasoning’s. My mother was more understanding, but even she couldn’t understand why I was so evasive in my reasons. The normally logical and detailed answers supporting my actions were absent. Instead, and in their place, were vague noncommittal statements which only further exasperated the situation.
This was a particularly difficult period for me.
I had never failed in anything before. I had forged ahead, and I had always stuck to the projects that I had been assigned. I was more like a brainless work horse in that regard. This is the truth about me. It always was far easier for me to continue at a distasteful task than to quit.
Quitting took effort.
Quitting took a strong degree of uncomfortable initiative. Quitting was very much an uncomfortable departure from the comfort of conformity. At that time of my life, it was against my very being. I could never quit in anything.
Yet, I did.
My personality was somehow changed. Up upon that time, it would have been far easier for me to do what I was told to do, even if excruciatingly painful, then to go through all the effort to exit a program. My resultant actions were incompatible with my personality, and my family knew this.
They wanted answers, and I wasn’t able to provide them with any. This only exasperated the situation and I found myself being more and more depressed with the situation.
You must understand that at this time I had no recall, what so ever, of what had transpired at the naval base. I did not remember anything. I forgot about meeting the Commander. I forgot about the implantation procedure. I forgot about the SAP lecture. I forgot about the fiducials. I remembered nothing. As far as I knew, I had voluntarily left the program, and that it was by my own free will and desires.
I was different. I was changed.
That is the way the SAP implants work. They repress memories. (In fact, the Core Core Kit #1 probes did not need to be calibrated later on. Only Core Core Kit #2 probes did. The Core Core Kit #1 probes began to work immediately and as a result of this I had absolutely no recollection of anything associated with the special project that I had volunteered for.)
I must repeat this most important point. At that time, I had absolutely no memories at all concerning the true reason for leaving the naval aviation program. I did not remember the implantation procedure. I did not remember chatting with the girls. I did not remember entering the transport portal. I didn’t even remember meeting the Commander. I didn’t remember anything. The relentless onslaught of negativity was taking its toll and I was beginning to fall into a depression without comparison.
This will be a little confusing for the reader to understand, but what I did not “consciously” remember those events. Yet, I completely “subconsciously” remember them. They were like a far-away dream to me. It was like an event of unimportant significance that happened and you no longer care about. So, in truth, I never actually forgot about the events. It was that I had no conscious recall of them.
Moving On
However, that being the case, I had work to do and a life to build. I didn’t waste time moping about. Instead I took the initiative and actively began looking for work. It is true that soon after I started to look for work, that other companies became interested in me and I began a series of job interviews and position evaluations. Unlike what I was to be exposed to later in life, it seemed that every company was interested in me. For I was young, and right out of school. I really didn’t have any trouble finding work.
Eventually, I began to look for work in my field that I went to school for. It wasn’t long before I was able to obtain employment as an engineer. Maybe a total of three to four months. At that I comfortably assumed a more or less normal life as a middle class employee in an engineering role in a factory. I had forgotten everything that had transpired, and lived a life of quiet and calm mediocrity.
I entered the work force at the same time when Japan was starting to flood the USA with cheap inexpensive steel, wares, and quality products.
A Great Adventure or What?
So yes, on the surface at least, the great “adventure” promised to me by the Commander at the base was a mere snipe hunt. It was a mediocre life devoted to the obtainment of physical possessions to satiate a gnawing hunger that festered inside my soul. I knew that I had a destiny. I knew that I had a purpose and a plan to my life. But I didn’t know what it was. I didn’t remember what it was, or how it would manifest.
The only thing that I took back with me from my “adventure” in the Navy were reoccurring dreams with the same theme over and over. I would be in some kind of futuristic classroom being taught all kinds of odd and strange things. The dreams all maintained the same overall theme, though the room might change, and the instructor and classmates might also change as well.
It was so persistent that I began to keep a dream journal and log. Aside from lighter dreams that pretty much reflected my daily activities, all my deepest dreams were totally focused on education. I maintained this journal through all my trials and tribulations, and I still maintain it to this day.
Conclusions
This post describes my narrative of what I experienced after my first off-world medical procedure through the egress portal. I discuss my return to the Navy as an AOC and my compelling urge to leave the program. Once I left the Navy, I became a civilian again and started working as a normal engineer in a factory. I had forgotten everything.
The only thing different, as far as I could see, was when I slept. I had regular and detailed dreams about learning things, attending schools and educational institutions, and exercises of a similar nature.
Take Aways
MAJestic tends to obtain membership out of the military ranks.
In my particular role, once I entered the program and implanted and physically modified, I left the military and became a civilian.
From the moment I left the egress portal and arrived at the base, I had very active and detailed, educational dreams.
MAJestic Related Posts – Training
These are posts and articles that revolve around how I was recruited for MAJestic and my training. Also discussed is the nature of secret programs. I really do not know why the organization was kept so secret. It really wasn’t because of any kind of military concern, and the technologies were way too involved for any kind of information transfer. The only conclusion that I can come to is that we were obligated to maintain secrecy at the behalf of our extraterrestrial benefactors.
MAJestic Related Posts – Our Universe
These particular posts are concerned about the universe that we are all part of. Being entangled as I was, and involved in the crazy things that I was, I was given some insight. This insight wasn’t anything super special. Rather it offered me perception along with advantage. Here, I try to impart some of that knowledge through discussion.
Enjoy.
MAJestic Related Posts – World-Line Travel
These posts are related to “reality slides”. Other more common terms are “world-line travel”, or the MWI. What people fail to grasp is that when a person has the ability to slide into a different reality (pass into a different world-line), they are able to “touch” Heaven to some extent. Here are posts that cover this topic.
John Titor Related Posts
Another person, collectively known by the identity of “John Titor” claimed to utilize world-line (MWI egress) travel to collect artifacts from the past. He is an interesting subject to discuss. Here we have multiple posts in this regard.
Computer security should be a top concern to every American these days. Do not be under the impression that you cannot get arrested if you are doing nothing wrong. Anything found on your computer, even if you did not view the file, makes you a potential criminal. Be alert. Be wary.
Introduction
When it came time for my retirement from MAJestic it was a total surprise. I opened my front door, as I did a thousand times before, and four armored vehicles drove up onto my lawn. The police came to my house in SWAT vehicles, armored vests and carried military-grade fully-automatic weapons.
A female detective, dressed in military black wearing a Kevlar vest and a holstered Glock strapped to her side showed me some documents that gave them full authority to search my home for anything even remotely illegal. They poured through the door like water released from a dam, and started rampaging though my house.
The DHS is well armed with military grade vehicles, and armor. They are trained to fight on American soil. The Obama administration has been setting up the stages for an armed conflict of Americans against Americans.
A computer expert, obvious due to his excessive weight and bright suspenders, started to unload various suitcases onto the kitchen counters in my house. He, as employed by the state, got my computer and plugged it into this device that he removed out of a ribbed metal suitcase. He plugged my laptop into the device and had full access to my computer. They didn’t even bother to ask me what my password was. They didn’t need it. They had full control of my “personal papers” and completely bypassed my passwords.
They were able to bypass all my security.
Over the years, I have often wondered about this. This event, as disturbing as it was, also pointed to something much more sinister. There are zero fourth amendment protections if you use most commonly available software.
In the old days, of course, I would have a huge safe with my personal papers in it. The police would have to come to the house with a warrant specifying and delineating everything that the police has the authority to seize and investigate. Not so today. They can take what they want and your Rights be damned.
Here are the people who operate the enormous bureaucracy in the United States. You know, the ones that say one things and do the other. John Brennan. James Clapper, and their ilk.
You know, today everything is electronic. If the government can do that with laptop that had a pretty strong password, they can do anything. I used numbers, a mix of capital letters, and special characters.
I think most passwords are helpful against non-governmental agencies, but are useless against a strongly funded and financed governmental force. They are especially useless against the United States government. If Uncle Sam wants something, they just come and get it.
Peter Stzrok, as senior level management of the FBI, is a smug arrogant son of a bitch. What a major asshole. He texted that he did not care what President the American people elected. He would be able to undo the election and thwart every action the President tried because HE and HIS FRIENDS knew better.
Indeed, if someone in the United States government wants something of yours, they will simply come and take it. They have the military. They have the weapons. They have the money. They have the numbers. They have the law. What is yours is theirs…
Now, I will never forget what that computer expert said to the detective when he was going through my computer. He said “I’m glad he used windows and not Linux. We’d have to call in XXXXXXX.“
Maybe I should have been using the Linux OS…
Well, for certain, it would have delayed the scouring of my laptop for unspecified criminal activity and / or intent. However it would not have prevented it. It would only add some additional steps and delays.
After much thought, it came to me that if I used an unusual OS that the state would have a dickens of a time trying to figure it out. Sure they could find a handful of people who were able to hack into Microsoft, and maybe one or two that could do so with Linux. But, what about something truly obscure…
And, what if it was coded in something other than English. Now that would make things truly interesting and difficult…
Just don’t say anything. Let them try to guess and figure out what kind of OS that you use. That might take a few years. Then, let them take a crack at breaking your encryption.
Other Operating Systems
People, you might be surprised to learn that there are more operating systems (OS) than Microsoft Windows, the various shades of Linux, or the Apple OS. There are. Here, let’s talk about this, shall we.
The reader should understand that even though the United States government, and others have created a very powerful and formidable surveillance network, there are options available to the creative user.
There are other operating systems out there and available for use. The reader is not stuck to using Windows, Apple OS, or UNIX. You can use truly obscure operating systems if you are computer savvy enough.
The benefit in doing this is that anyone wanting to access your computer will have a very difficult time finding a talented computer expert to do so. They are so difficult to find, and once found will be extremely pricey to use. Thus, the mere thought of so doing might just wreck the budget of the investigative agency. So ripping into the computer of concern would have to be completely justified. This also includes the NSA-provided deep dredging software that would troll your PC for what ever they might want to find. Let’s face it, everyone wants the “low hanging fruit”. Don’t make it easy for them.
Low Hanging Fruit. An American idiom that means a thing or person that can be won, obtained, or persuaded with little effort.
Concerning the alternative operating systems, I am not referring to the various flavors of UNIX. They are available, but not really that obscure and uncommon. This includes Ubuntu, Linux Mint, Chrome OS, Remix OS, Kubuntu. No, these and other Linux versions are more or less common enough. If someone wants to dredge your computer on these systems it is still possible. However, it won’t be automatic. They will need an expert, and some specialist software. Further, they might need to do so manually.
What I am discussing here are truly obscure operating systems where there might be 20 to 30 people on the entire planet who knows how to navigate their way around these systems. Let me present 37 obscure operating systems for the reader’s pleasure and consideration.
AROS– Based on the Commodore Amiga. Let them try to crack this.
Eye OS– eyeOS is a virtual web desktop that can uniquely serve any Windows and Linux application in a browser and integrate, at the same time, SaaS or local web services. It’s a nice option for certain.
Haiku– Based on BeOS. You might need to pull out a 70 year old engineer out of retirement to hack a computer using this. Haiku is an open source project aimed at recreating and continuing the development of the BeOS operating system (which Palm Inc. bought and then discontinued). Haiku was initially known as OpenBeOS but changed its name in 2004.
Kolibri OS– KolibriOS is a small open source x86 operating system written completely in assembly. It was forked off from MenuetOS in 2004 and has run under independent development since. In a review piece on alternative operating systems (2009), Tech Radar called it “tremendously impressive” noting its performance and streamlined code-base.
Visopsys– This is a one-man hobby project by programmer Andy McLaughlin. The development began in 1997 and the OS is both open source and free. Visopsys stands for VISual Operating SYStem. Kind of cool to have only one person on planet earth with the skills to be able to hack into your computer.
Plan 9– This is an OS from Bell Labs which is a distributed operating system, originally developed by the Computing Sciences Research Center at Bell Labs between the mid-1980s and 2002. It takes some of the principles of Unix, developed in the same research group, but extends these to a networked environment with graphics terminals.
Syllable OS– This is a free and open source operating system for Pentium and compatible processors. Its purpose is to create an easy-to-use desktop operating system for the home and small office user. It was forked from the stagnant AtheOS in July 2002. It has a native web browser (Webster which is WebKit-based), email client (Whisper), media player, IDE, and many more applications. Another version of Syllable OS is the Syllable Server, which is based on Linux core.
menuetos– An OS written entirely in Assembler! MenuetOS, also known as MeOS, is an operating system written entirely in assembly language which makes it very small and fast. Even though it includes a graphical desktop, networking and many other features it still fits on a single 1.44 MB floppy disk.
TempleOS – Made by former atheist with former mental health issues who found God when he was hospitalised…. It has a biblical theme. One aspect of it that I find interesting is that everything is available and hackable. You have all the source code available right there and you can update it almost on the fly. Everything is written in a “HolyC” with hyperlinks and images.
QNX– Is an “old” OS with a GUI and desktop environment called Photon – and the company behind it tried to artificially form a community around it that never took off. In 2010, Blackberry bought QNX and closed off everything. However, if you can get ahold of the OS, it would be nearly unhackable being so obscure.
MINIX 3– This is a free, open-source, operating system designed to be highly reliable, flexible, and secure. It is based on a tiny microkernel running in kernel mode with the rest of the operating system running as a number of isolated, protected, processes in user mode.
OS/2– Had IBM not gotten into an argument with Microsoft over Win3.1, we might all be using this today. ATMS were/are still using this up until recently. It was a good running system and then was killed off. However, fans of the system resurrected it and it is now available, it can still be easily hacked to run windows programs. An interesting article on this system can be found HERE.
DexOS– It is an open source operating system designed to work like the minimalistic ones on gaming consoles, but for PCs. Its user interface is inspired by video game consoles and the system itself is very small (supposedly this one also fits on a floppy disk, like MenuetOS) and the OS can be booted from several different devices. Its creators have tried to make it as fast as possible.
AtheOS– Amiga OS clone that was an experiment that lead to other Amiga clones.
FreeDOS– A ridiculous amount of business software relies on MS-DOS, even to this day. We’re still seeing bespoke, newly-developed text-mode apps that run directly from the shell, probably because the complexity and potential for disaster that graphical interfaces add to the mix is not worth the risk in situations that demand 100% uptime. That business-critical software may rely on MS-DOS, but it doesn’t have to know you’re actually running FreeDOS. It’s an entirely compatible but completely free and open source remake of DOS that can handle just about everything its predecessor can do. That does, of course, means no multitasking, no protected mode, no GUI, but it’ll run your games and can even manage Windows 3.1 as long as you’re running it in standard mode.
Oberon– The Oberon System is a modular single user single process multitasking operating system developed in the late 1980s at ETH Zürich using the Oberon programming language. It has an unconventional visual text-based user interface for activating commands, which was very innovative at that time.
LoseThos OS– LoseThos is a 64-bit MultiCore PC Operating System that runs on a standard 64-bit PC, nothing exotic. It comes with a 64-bit compiler, libraries and all source code. It is not a UNIX — it’s brand new in all respects, written entirely from scratch. It’s perfect if you really want a mystery OS that others cannot hack into.
ReactOS– A free and open-source operating system for x86/x64 personal computers intended to be binary-compatible with computer programs and device drivers made for Windows Server 2003. A good article on this OS can be found HERE and HERE. “Imagine running your favorite Windows applications and drivers in an open-source environment you can trust. That’s ReactOS. Not just an Open but also a Free operating system.” ReactOS is an operating system designed to be compatible with Microsoft Windows software. The project started in 1998 and today it can run many Windows programs well. The ReactOS kernel has been written from scratch but the OS makes use of Wine to be able to run Windows applications.
Coyotos– This is considered by its creators to be an “evolutionary step” beyond the Extremely Reliable Operating System (EROS) operating system, which in turn was derived from KeyKOS, itself coming from Great New Operating System In the Sky (GNOSIS). The primary developer of EROS was Jonathan S. Shapiro, who is also a driving force behind Coyotos and the programming language BitC.
BSD family– Pretty similar to Linux, not hard to cross over between them. BSD/OS (originally called BSD/386 and sometimes known as BSDi) was a proprietary version of the BSD operating system developed by Berkeley Software Design, Inc. (BSDi). BSD/OS had a reputation for reliability in server roles; the renowned Unix programmer and author W. Richard Stevens used it for his own personal web server for this reason. Also try this BSD version at http://pcbsd.org/ or this other version at https://www.openbsd.org/ (see below).
PearPC– Was an emulator that allowed you to run MacOSX on a PC before Apple switched to Intel and we got the Hackintosh. Read about it HERE.
CapROS– CapROS (“Capability-based Reliable Operating System”) is an open source operating system. It is a pure capability-based system that features automatic persistence of data and processes, even across system reboots. Capability systems naturally support the principle of least authority, which improves security and fault tolerance.CapROS is an evolution of the EROS system. While EROS was purely a research system, CapROS is intended to be a stable system of commercial quality. CapROS currently runs on Intel IA-32 and ARM microprocessors. CapROS is being developed by Strawberry Development Group with funding from DARPA and others. The primary developer is Charles Landau.
Squeak OS– This is NOT an operating system. It is a specialized programming language that operates in an existing OS environment. This can be windows, UNIX, or even one of these other obscure OS systems. The Squeak programming language is a dialect of Smalltalk. It is object-oriented, class-based, and reflective. It was derived directly from Smalltalk-80 by a group at Apple Computer that included some of the original Smalltalk-80 developers. Its development was continued by the same group at Walt Disney Imagineering, where it was intended for use in internal Disney projects. Later on the group moved on to be supported by HP labs, SAP Labs and most recently Y Combinator.
VMS– The name VMS is derived from virtual memory system, according to one of its principal architectural features. OpenVMS also runs on the Itanium-based families of computers. OpenVMS is a proprietary operating system (though the source code is available for purchase). Thus, it is not considered open-source software.
RISC OS– RISC OS /rɪskoʊˈɛs/ is a computer operating system originally designed by Acorn Computers Ltd in Cambridge, England. First released in 1987, it was specifically designed to run on the ARM chipset, which Acorn had designed concurrently for use in its new line of Archimedes personal computers. RISC OS takes its name from the RISC (reduced instruction set computing) architecture supported. Read about it HERE.
AmigaOS– AmigaOS 4, (abbreviated as OS4 or AOS4), is a line of Amiga operating systems which runs on PowerPC microprocessors. Although AmigaOS is a veteran in the field (many have fond memories of the original Amiga computer), its current version is a fully modern OS.
SkyOS– This is a closed source project written by Robert Szeleney and volunteers. It originally started as an experiment in OS design. It’s intended to be an easy-to-use desktop OS for average computer users. Well-known applications such as Firefox have been ported to run on SkyOS.
MorphOS– This is a lightweight, media-centric OS build to run on PowerPC processors. It is inspired by AmigaOS and also includes emulation to be able to run Amiga applications.
GNU Hurd– This is the multiserver microkernel written as part of GNU. It has been under development since 1990 by the GNU Project of the Free Software Foundation, designed as a replacement for the Unix kernel, and released as free software under the GNU General Public License. While the Linux kernel soon proved to be a more viable solution, development of GNU Hurd continued, albeit at a slow pace.
V2_OS– V2_OS is a open source operating system, created by V2_Lab, International Lab for the Unstable Media, Rotterdam, Netherlands. Since V2_Lab released the source code to the kernel and modules, a lot of developers from all over the world are working with it, and help to make V2_OS grow. V2_OS is the fastest operating system available for the 386+ PC. Everything in this system is focused on speed: the architecture, the file system, its avoidance of virtualization… and of course, the choice of development language: V2_OS is written in 100% pure 32 bit assembler.
Bare Metal OS. BareMetal is an exokernel-based single address space operating system (OS) created by Return Infinity. It is written in assembly to achieve high-performance computing with minimal footprint with a Just Enough Operating System (JeOS) approach. The operating system is primarily targeted towards virtualized environments for cloud computing, or HPCs due to its design as a lightweight kernel (LWK). It could be used as a unikernel. It was inspired by another OS written in assembly, MikeOS, and it is a current-day example of an operating system that is not written in C or C++, nor based on Unix-like kernels.
AuroraUX OSProject. AuroraUX is an operating system distribution based on the OpenSolaris kernel source base. The goal of the AuroraUX project is to create a high reliability core operating system using the US Department of Defense-developed Ada programming language.
HelenOs. HelenOS is a portable microkernel-based multiserver operating system designed and implemented from scratch. It decomposes key operating system functionality such as file systems, networking, device drivers and graphical user interface into a collection of fine-grained user space components that interact with each other via message passing.
BeTROS. This is the source code of BeRTOS operating system. It’s pretty darn obscure.
PureDarwin. Darwin is the Open Source operating system from Apple that forms the basis for macOS, and PureDarwin is a community project to make Darwin more usable (some people think of it as the informal successor to OpenDarwin).
Multics(Source Available). Multics (Multiplexed Information and Computing Service) was a mainframe timesharing operating system begun in 1965 and used until 2000. Multics began as a research project and was an important influence on operating system development. The system became a commercial product sold by Honeywell to education, government, and industry.
Slax is a modern, live, pocket operating system based on Slackware Linux. Despite its small size of 220MB, it contains essential apps for basic computing, and you can extend its functionality using modules. Users can open a module (out of hundreds available e.g. Firefox, Libre Office) and the software will installed automatically.
OpenBSD. This is an OS that is flying under the radar screen and is kind of a stealth effort. It is based on privacy and security. It is certainly worth the look. This is part of the BSD family mentioned above. Besides, any logo that is wearing a tin-foil-hat has my approval!
Last Minute Additions – Linux DistrOS
There are hundreds of Linux distros out there. For those of you laymen out there like myself, a distros is a modified Linux OS for special purposes. Often the reasons for this is simply for fun and amusement. The vast majority of them float around the internet in relative obscurity. Some are absolutely beautiful and stunning. many of them operate like MS Windows and it is easy to adapt to them quickly.
Tails. Tails is a Linux distribution based on Debian. Tails stands for The Amnesic Incognito Live System, and can be run (without installation) from portable mediums such as optical disks and flash drives. As it is run entirely in the computer’s RAM, all files and browsing history is automatically erased once the system is turned off (amnesic). Aimed at preserving your privacy and anonymity while browsing, Tails implements many security tools, including the Tor anonymity network, and cryptographic tools to encrypt and secure your files, email, and instant messages to protect your private information, including your identity (incognito).
Qubes OS is based on Xen, X Window System and Linux. Qubes provide hardened security using the security-by-isolation approach, creating many security domains, which are implemented as lightweight Virtual Machines (VMs). These domains have their own set of security restrictions, isolating one domain from the next. So if you separate your browser from your sensitive work data, a hacker or malware would not be able to access your information even if it has compromised your browser, thanks to the isolated domains and strategic compartmentalization. That’s the beauty of the security implementation of Qubes OS.
I would suggest Tails, or Qubes as the OS of choice.
That’s a pretty strong endorsement from Mr. Snowden. I would heed his recommendation if at all possible.
Tails is also a good option. Tails, like Qubes, have been designed with privacy and security in mind.
Tails seems to hold great promise as a means of maintaining privacy and security.
Conclusions
When the United States was first formed, it was considered extremely important that the private papers and matters of a citizen be protected from others. If the government had a need to view these most sacred private matters, they would have to go to a judge and show reason to obtain them.
They would have to [1] document a reason, and [2] show that there was a victim or an aggrieved party.
As at that time, America followed British Common Law. They wrote the fourth Amendment to protect Americans from unreasonable search and seizure of a person’s private and personal papers and records. Only when there was a victim or harmed party, would a Judge issue a warrant to search; and specifically state what is to be searched for.
Amendment 4
Protection from Unreasonable Searches and Seizures
The right of the people to be secure in their persons, houses, papers, and effects against unreasonable searches and seizures shall not be violated, and no warrants shall issue but upon probable cause, supported by oath or affirmation, and particularly describing the place to be searched and the persons or things to be seized.
Today the fourth amendment no longer exists as anything other than a joke. It is functionally nonexistent.
Today, it is just as easy to obtain (what has been referred to as) “no knock” search warrants.
The police just show up unannounced without a search warrant and “hunt” for evidence indicative of illegal activity.
Furthermore, if the NSA wants to remotely make someone look like a criminal all they need to do is hijack their computer. See the post on Disinformation Campaigns, and the software programs of POISONARROW and QUANTUMHAND.
Today, a secret court, with an appointed judge can order your fourth amendment protections be ignored for any reason what so ever.
There does not have to be a victim.
There does not need to be any evidence.
There does not need to be proof. Only an accusation by a person who can remain secret in defiance of the Sixth amendment.
Amendment 6
Rights of Accused Persons in Criminal Cases
In all criminal prosecutions, the accused shall enjoy the right to a speedy and public trial by an impartial jury of the state and district wherein the crime shall have been committed, which district shall have been previously ascertained by law, and to be informed of the nature and cause of the accusation; to be confronted with the witnesses against him; to have compulsory process for obtaining witnesses in his favor; and to have the assistance of counsel for his defense.
It’s a difficult world that we live in today. If you cannot have privacy, then you functionally have no freedom. For the right to privacy is the bedrock from which all other liberties arise from.
The United States government has spent enormous sums of money making it easy for them to access your personal records and private papers. This is particularly true when everything is electronic.
And, do not expect some organization like the ACLU to come to your rescue. They have become co-opted by liberal progressive interests and today functions as a political army, rather than what they were initially set up to be. Read what Alan Dershowitz via The Gatestone Institute, has to say. Other link HERE.
If you want to regain your fourth amendment freedoms back, then you need to stop relying on elected politicians to to something about it. You need to take care of the matter yourself.
I suggest that you utilize an obscure operating system on your personal records and strongly encrypt it. Do not tell anyone your password, and what operating system that you use. That way, your computer becomes as hack-able as a river rock, and your personal papers and privacy is maintained.
Take Aways
Having privacy is an important human need.
Privacy used to be protected by the United States Constitution.
It is rare for actual paper documents to be generated today, they are mostly in an electronic format.
The politicians in the United States government have made it easy to access all personal papers in an electronic format.
To keep your personal records private you need to encrypt your electronic records.
My experiences have demonstrated that the encryption techniques most often discussed on the internet fail when confronted by the United States government.
The best form of encryption is an obscure OS with a very comprehensive and strong password.
FAQ
Q: Are these the only obscure operating systems available? A: No. Not at all. In fact, I would suggest a non-American OS. Maybe something out of Russia, China, Australia, South Africa, or maybe Poland. It’s hard enough trying to hack into a operating system when you have no common frame of reference, just image if it is in a language that you cannot understand.
Ubuntu Kylin. It is not surprising that China has its own operating system Ubuntu Kylin. As the name suggests Kylin is based on Ubuntu with extensive support for the Chinese language. Kylin was not always based on Ubuntu though. Initially, it was based on FreeBSD but later it was relaunched as Ubuntu Kylin in the year 2013.
Nova 2015. Like China’s Kylin, Cuba’s national OS Nova is also based on Ubuntu. Latest version Nova 2015 aims to be lightweight in order to replace Windows XP on older hardware and hence it will be using LXDE desktop environment.
Red Star OS. North Korea has its own national OS based on Linux and it goes by the name of Red Star OS. It is being developed since year 2002. There are hardly any details about this operating system because there is no website of Red Star OS. And since North Korea is almost cut off from the rest of the world, no other information is available about it except that it uses KDE.
IGOS Nusantra Linux. In Indonesia, IGOS Nusantra Linux to promote Linux in Indonesia. It iss constantly being developed together with the community and has several variants including exclusive support for IoT (Internet of Things).
Pardus Linux. Turkish Government launched Pardus Linux back in 2005. It is developed by Turkish National Research Institute of Electronics and Cryptology in collaboration with Scientific and Technological Research Council of Turkey. Pardus was appreciated for introducing PiSi package management system. It is based on Debian and uses KDE.
Deepin Linux. Deepin Linux is an open source, Chinese Linux distribution that aims to offer a clean and visually appealing interface to Linux users. Deepin Linux, one the prettiest Linux distros around, also comes with Hot Corners and Gestures that make your Linux desktop experience refreshing. Another striking feature of Deepin is its pleasing installer that makes sure that your experience isn’t sub-par at any stage. It comes with Deepin Store that provides lots of applications that aren’t available in Ubuntu Store.
Q: Why does this matter? I am doing nothing wrong. A: You do not need to do anything wrong to be accused of something. Look at what happened to Brett Kavanaugh. He worked hard, and was a good honest man, yet he went through Hell. Remember? Hey! I’ve got news for you. That could just as well have been you, or your father. It could have been your brother. It could have been your child.
Sixty-five women say that they knew Brett Kavanaugh well enough to vouch for his character while he was in high school. This is a remarkable number since Kavanaugh went to an all-boys Catholic high school. He socialized with girls at local all-girls high schools, but the class sizes at these schools seem to have been small. It is hard to imagine that Kavanaugh could have known more than a couple hundred similarly young women, so it took a remarkable turnout rate to get 65 signatures.
-Daily Caller
Do not forget that most Americans commit three felonies every day without even realizing it. The laws are so numerous and vague that if someone wanted to arrest you and throw you into prison, they can do it.
If you are an average American, then you are a repeat felon. In his stunning book, Three Felonies a Day: How the Feds Target the Innocent (2009), civil-liberties attorney Harvey A. Silverglate estimates that the average person unknowingly breaks at least three criminal laws each and every day.
Federal statutes and regulations have become so voluminous and vague that over-reaching prosecutors can target anyone at any time. They may think you are guilty, they could want leverage to force your co-operation, they may be vengeful, or they could be building their own careers; the motives are secondary. What’s primary is the clout and, in this, the federal bureaucracy of the United States now rivals the Soviet Union at the zenith of its power.
Even if you are ultimately proven innocent, the ‘vindication’ will come after years of abusive prosecution during which your assets will be frozen, your family interrogated and, perhaps, threatened, your reputation smeared, your life left in shambles.
How did this happen in the Land of the Free? How did America drift so far from common law roots that preserved peace and property?
-Wendy Mcelroy
Q: What advice do you suggest if I implement your suggestion? A: Use TOR or some other means to obtain the OS software. The United States government can track your browsing history by Google, the NSA or your ISP (Thank you Barrack Obama.). Therefore, they can figure out which OS you are using. Don’t permit that. If you do not have the means to do any of these things, download all of them, and just let them guess which one you are using.
Q: Is there a stronger solution that what is suggested herein? A: Yes. If you are reasonably proficient in coding. Write your own OS. Take an obscure OS and rewrite it as only you know how. Now, in doing so, there will be but one person on this entire planet who can hack into your computer. No one else will be able.
Posts Regarding Life and Contentment
Here are some other similar posts on this venue. If you enjoyed this post, you might like these posts as well. These posts tend to discuss growing up in America. Often, I like to compare my life in America with the society within communist China. As there are some really stark differences between the two.
More Posts about Life
I have broken apart some other posts. They can best be classified about ones actions as they contribute to happiness and life. They are a little different, in subtle ways.
Stories that Inspired Me
Here are reprints in full text of stories that inspired me, but that are nearly impossible to find in China. I place them here as sort of a personal library that I can use for inspiration. The reader is welcome to come and enjoy a read or two as well.
With the understanding of what different dimensional states are, the reader can now “guess” what transpired when I walked though the dimensional portal for my very first egress.
I exited one “reality” and entered another. That is how this technology works. Newtonian physics is limited to three dimensional movement and behaviors. (Left, right, up and down with time.) Yet, this technology was quantum in nature and involved fifth and sixth dimensional movement.
Background
For those readers who haven’t a clue as to what is going on, I suggest reading the following posts to “get up to speed”.
The Other Travelers at the Facility
What is true is that both I and my colleague had two complete probe kits implanted inside our skulls. (Later when we were sitting down together after the implantation Sebastian told me that he also had seven probes installed. As did I. That is how I knew that we both had the same number of probes installed.)
Once the MAJestic probes were in place, we were instructed to enter a fixed dimensional transport portal.
The pretty girls, whom greatly outnumbered us, also entered the transport portal, but were not implanted in the same way that we were. We do not know why that was. There were maybe 20 to 35 girls and only two of us. This was very strange, as all the girls were (apparently) civilians on a military base, while we were the only military individuals to enter the portal; the two of us compared to the girls.
The girls were not military. They did not salute, behave in a prescribed military manner, and did not wear uniforms. They were stunningly attractive civilians.
What did I and the girls have in common?
Additionally, none of the girls carried a purse (Something that I can only report on now, as a much older married man.) carried a small portable mirror or makeup in any form. The girls carried nothing with them. (Perhaps the girls were all being returned to their initial departure locations to resume their lives… Really, who knows what their purpose was there.)
I can only assume that the girls had a different destination and purpose than we did. We entered the transport portal in much the same way that people take airplane flights.
As such, you travel by car to the airport. Once inside you get your ticket and wait in the waiting room with others who share your flight. You do not know any of the others, but you can chat and strike up a conversation with them. Some go on travel for holiday, while others travel for routine business purposes. They only meet each other in the airport terminal because they share the same aircraft. Thus, in a like way, I can only assume that their destinations were different than mine.
There were maybe 25 to 30 very attractive girls egressing through the portal.
There were two AOCS, now members of MAJestic, egressing.
When I arrived at the medical facility through the portal, I arrived alone.
Those Mysterious Girls & Questionnaire…
We do know, because of what was stated at the earlier lecture, that while they were members of a SAP, they were not members of a W(U)-SAP like Sebastian and I were. We know this from the joint SAP lecture that we all shared.
Moreover, both we and the girls, were actually connected in that we both had filled out the same mysterious questionnaire.
The girls were amazing. All were beautiful and stunning. They all were (ranked) 8+ on a beauty scale.
Did that questionnaire pertain to the use of the portal, or did it pertain to the fact that the first probe kit needed to be calibrated to our desires? Again, I do not know the true and real answer behind this and the specific line of questioning that was posed to us. I, for one, believe that it related to the calibration of the first ELF implanted probes.
I argue that just because the girls were not implanted at the same time as we were, does not preclude the possibility that they were also implanted, but at a different time.
I have often wondered about these young ladies. What sort of SAP were they in? All I know is that they are not at all part of our W(U)-SAP.
In hindsight, I can confirm that I was married three times. My first and my last (current) wives both fit the appearance questionnaire exactly.
Both had long brown hair. Both had an oval face. Both had brown / green eyes. Both had a nice chest (My first had an amazing 38JJJ rack.). Both had long legs, and a nice tight ass. Both were shapely and curvaceous of a size 6 to 8. So check – check – check.
Both were, and still are good, kind and very supportive of me.
What did I find attractive in women? Well, I found that girls like this lass were very attractive in my eyes.
Yet, the mystery in all of this is that the second wife, the one whom “retired me”, did not fit this profile. Not at all. She had none of the attributes that I had confided to on the form handout.
In fact, and this statement is not prejudicial due to the retirement event, was the fact that she was not attractive. She was short in statue, fat and plump in build (size 20+) with an angular face, and harsh demeanor. Why is this so?
I conclude that since my second wife did NOT fit my performance criteria, and was involved in my retirement, that the agents in charge of my (and other MAJestic members) retirement were not MAJestic. They were part of a different program who's role is retirement of SAP agents.
Alternatively, the questionnaire might actually simply be associated with the retirement sequence that I will go through 30 years in the future. There, the match up of the guys and the girls would hold a tactical importance in the positioning of the proper retirement team so that the agents (us) could enter the monitoring program upon retirement.
Somewhere, out there, are some survivors of the girls that entered the portal with me. Perhaps even one of them are reading this manuscript today. Or, alternatively, one of them is talking to someone else who has read this manuscript. While I am well done by now, I would be quite happy to hear what happened to the girls and what their actual mission parameters were.
I am sure that it differed from my own experiences. However, I am sure that it is just as interesting and would shed some light onto my role in the program that I was in.
First Egress Purpose
While no one told us anything, I have been able to string together the entire process and purpose of the first Fixed Portal Egress.
At some point in time, MAJestic made an agreement with <redacted>.
Sebastian and myself were selected for participation in this program.
The program required that we both be remade and have a very special EBP implanted.
The <redacted> had been monitoring humans for centuries. They know our biology. They have also been implanting EBP’s in humans of various types for various purposes. However, this EBP and our roles were very unique. We needed some sort of special and drawn out medical procedure that would take the <redacted> a full week of complex surgery.
This was not a simple capture-probe-and-release. A vehicle couldn’t materialize and implant the EBP in ten or fifteen minutes. This was something else completely. We had to go to a fully equipped hospital.
This was not just a small device could be placed inside my skull. This was different. We would be provided with a different kind of human body. Within this new or remade body, the ERP would work more efficiently.
So in order to have the EBP implanted, we would need to go to an extraterrestrial medical facility. Being “remade” was a very complex procedure. It involved not only EBP, but a complete rebuilding of our bodies. This is because we would be given autonomous MWI egress ability. Our normal human bodies had to be changed to allow this.
Thus,
The Fixed Dimensional Portal transported us to the medical facility.
During the transport, our consciousness was separated from the physical body.
The consciousness was put into a storage receptacle.
A new body was constructed from the original body.
A complex medical procedure occurred.
Then, we were released.
Thus, we now know why the events occurred in the sequence as I have reported.
The Feducial training was for Fixed Portal Egress.
The ELF implants core kit #1 was for MAJestic Memory Lockout. It had nothing to do with the medical procedure.
The ELF implants core kit #2 was for MAJestic monitoring of my MWI access.
Later, I had to go to China Lake to train and program these MAJestic core kit #2 probes.
The core kit #2 probes interfaced with an extraterrestrial probe; EBP.
This first egress was to have the EBP installed and my consciousness placed within a reconfigured human body.
An Extraterrestrial Medical Facility
To go to the medical facility, we had to enter a “transport portal”. To an outsider this was just an empty space inside an empty hanger. But, appearances are always an illusion, and this was no exception. There was a door, it was just invisible. The door was open, but you couldn’t see inside it. The door was quiet, and free of vibration of motion until you are right next to it.
This door had to be entered at the proper angle, and at the proper moment. The door was specifically calibrated or keyed for a [1] specific destination, and that is for a [2] specific person.
The calibration of the "keys" had to do with the mysterious questionnaire.
I fear what would happen for someone to enter the field improperly. Who knows what would happen to them. Would they be teleported to an unknown dimension? Would they end up in a different time, or place? Would they be transported into the ocean, or inside a wall? Or would they be smashed and ground underneath the huge grinding wheels? Or would their consciousness be disassembled and tossed about the cosmos for all eternity? The thoughts are frightening.
Consciousness depends on manipulating time. Many cognitive abilities are important for consciousness, and we don’t yet have a complete picture. But it’s clear that the ability to manipulate time and possibility is a crucial feature.
In contrast to aquatic life, land-based animals, whose vision-based sensory field extends for hundreds of meters, have time to contemplate a variety of actions and pick the best one.
The origin of grammar allowed us to talk about such hypothetical futures with each other. Consciousness wouldn’t be possible without the ability to imagine other times.
What is the point of this? It is this, consciousness and time are interrelated. You cannot have one without the other, and thus for consciousness to travel, time is affected.
Technology
Obviously, this level of transport technology was far superior to anything that I have ever expected to experience. Sure, we knew that we had entered a “Top Secret” program, but we expected the level of technology to be contemporaneous. This was 1981. Phones were hardwired to the wall. The closest anyone ever got to a cell phone was the Star Trek television series. Television remote controls were just then being sold. They were big and clunky.
Here is what high-tech looked like in 1981. Here is a portable color television complete with remote control. It even had an LED display showing which channel was selected.
We pretty much expected that the military had some advanced hardware. After all, the F-18 was just starting to get deployed. We were all very excited about that. All of my fellow AOC’s were looking forward the strong possibility of flying this type of aircraft. We thought that there might me more advanced technology that we would be exposed to. Maybe a jet-pack where you could fly around in the sky, or a pair of boots that would allow you to walk on the ceiling.
We did not expect technology that was thousands of years more advanced than what was portrayed in the Star Wars movie, or in Star Trek. Not simply “more” advanced, but many, many centuries more advanced than what we could even conceive of.
After all, I, for one, was an avid science fiction fan, and even I could not fathom the existence of such technology before us. When I thought about high technology, I thought about rockets and sleek computers. I thought about white lab coats, hand held calculators, and large computers with spinning reels of tape.
I never, ever thought about [1] teleportation across the universe, [2] real-life flesh-and-blood extraterrestrials, [3] genetic manipulation, or [4] the ability to remove a soul from a body and put it in a container.
During the 1960’s and in to the early 1970’s all the computers were uniformly depicted as large computer rooms filled with large rectangular boxes.
In the 1960’s, computers were the size of a large room. The data was on these discs of tape that would spin when accessed.
At the top portion of each box were two spinning reels of tape. Below the rotating wheels were multi-colored lights often flashing on and off in a myriad of colors.
High tech space technology in the 1980’s consisted of computers with large spinning reels of tape, cathode ray television screens and hard mechanical buttons and switches.
The reader can easily see examples of this in the 1960 series of “Batman”. In his “Bat Lair”, or “Bat Cave”, he had this kind of computer displayed prominently and (even) labeled. Other examples abound. For instance, the television show “The Man from U.N.C.L.E.’ or “Lost in Space”, or “I dream of Jeanie”, all used this stereotypical depiction.
In fact, I even thought that the Star Trek “transporter” system was rather far fetched and outlandish. Well, I did. I thought that it was silly and that having it as part of the show distracted from the more plausible technology.
Today, we have certain science fiction movies and shows that incorporate the idea of “dimensional doors” or “transport portals”. In the eyes of Hollywood, these portals come in different sizes and shapes but typically consist of a watery shimmer surface, or a defined boundary edge, like the rim of a mirror. But, I tell the reader the truth; it isn’t at all like Hollywood makes it appear to be like.
Vintage Drawing of a similar type of transport device. The mere idea that one could just simply walk into “thin air” has a long history. Perhaps it is a fundamental construct of our species intelligence to believe that there are things that cannot be seen, but yet do actually exist. This belief that there are invisible doors or passages or methods to exit from our reality is considered to be the realm of Science Fiction and fantasy. But, it has been my experience that this is not just simply wild dreams and speculation. This technology does actually exist.
In reality, there are no spherical portals or doors. There isn’t a water-like shine to the surface. (I am referring to the special effects that you would see in the TV show “Stargate SG-1”.) There isn’t a kind of cloud or light shaped tunnel that you might see in science-fiction movies.
You don’t see anything.
You see nothing. It all just looks like a bare cinder-block wall in a large hangar or storage room. The only difference was a staging line indicated by a piece of tape on the floor and a podium next to it, where the sailor would stand and check off the checklist.
Portal egress splash. Hollywood and artistic types like to try to visualize what it would be like to go through some kind of dimensional portal. It is a fun falsehood.
Incidentally, to avoid confusion, the portal is not IN the wall where the fiducials are positioned. It is about nine feet away from the wall. You have to walk towards the fiducials and at some point around nine feet from the wall you disappear.
Also, after much thought, the use of the fiducials apparently center the operation of the implanted probes. Therefore, since the pretty girls used the fiducials, they must have been implanted just like myself. Otherwise they would not have been able to enter the portal.
Capability
The transport portal is capable of transporting people and things to different places.
It can transport a person to a different place.
That place can be anywhere in the universe.
It can transport a person to a different time.
It can transport that person to a different world-line.
Each one of us went to a different destination. Obviously I ended up in a different location than the girls who preceded me. Also, my colleague (Sebastian) did not join me after I entered the portal. Where I went was intended for me and me alone. I entered the portal alone, and thus left alone and arrived alone to my destination.
There is no question about this.
We all ended up in different locations. If each one of us ended up in a different location, which implied that perhaps as many as up to 25 locations were prepped for us all individually. Were there really 25 fully staffed locations for us, or were there different locations at different times? The concepts and thoughts boggle the mind.
Personally, I believe that this is what was going on...
We all had different destinations. These destinations were at different locations, and the time we spent at the destinations varied substantially. Sebastian and I alone were being implanted with the EBP, and the rest of the girls were off doing other things.
Alternatively, the portal might have placed us at the same location, but at different times. If so, the workers at the place where we were transported to were rather busy, and I was one of the last ones to be operated on. But, how can this be true? There were others behind me. Maybe ten or more.
So how could they return back to the base? Later, after the procedure, the base commander picked me up personally and took me to the mess hall for dinner a full week later.
Other Reports
There are various reports on the Internet and in various obscure writings relating to others who have claimed to see and enter this portal. Some state that this portal is a kind of time machine, while others state that it is some kind of dimensional door.
I think that everyone is just making guesses based upon their experiences and are simply trying to piece together a plausible story based upon what they experienced.
The lone report that sounded most similar to my experiences stated that the portal transported them to a Martian facility where they lived for 20 years (!) as a human at the base, and then age regressed them and slipped them back to the year when they entered the portal. WOW!
However, this story does not agree with what I know about the quantum body signatures of the physical body; the accumulation of 20 years of experiences does not simply disappear when one is “age regressed”. It exists and it will affect ones physical body in some way. In any event, it is a nice story, but doesn’t seem plausible based on my own personal experiences.
The Technology Behind the Egress Portal
I was never briefed on the history of the technology used. It was never explained to me, nor did I ever study the operational parameters, calibration, and technology of the device. Even at the <redacted>, those aspects never became part of my responsibility.
Additionally, the reader should consider the realistic and practical aspects of my reality.
Do nurses in hospitals understand how the electrical systems in the elevators work? Do the doctors understand how the machines they use work, and can they repair them? Do the lawyers who represent the hospitals understand the day to day pressures of the staff and how it affects the children of the workers? Of course not.
I only knew what I needed to know and no more. It was intended that I be kept ignorant while I performed my operational assignment.
I was in a compartmentalized program. I only knew what I needed to know and no more.
Off-World
I entered a fixed dimensional world-line portal and went “elsewhere”. This section discusses that event.
My first portal egress took me to another place and another time. Functionally it was another “reality” that would be recognized as a different “world-line”. However, this was not at all obvious. It was most certainly a different geographical destination.
The portal was a tool; a device, and artifice. I was trained how to the use the fiducials, and was directed how to enter the device, but I was not told how it worked or what it did.
This event has many questions for me, as it would for the reader, and none of my answers that I posit are completely acceptable. Yet, I place it here in its impoverished condition as it is. This is a singular significant event in my life and it colors all subsequent events substantially.
“We have the technology to take ET home, anything you can imagine we already have the technology to do, but these technologies are locked up in black budget projects. It would take an act of God to ever get them out to benefit humanity.”– Ben Rich, Former CEO of Lockheed Skunk Works. From the NPCC video "The Disclosure Project" that was done in 2001 prior to 9/11.
He is seen on the video making this quote at about 35 minutes into the 2 hour video. Cross checking on the internet will reveal some interesting counter claims to this quote. The counter claims are all along the lines of this quote never happened. Yet, if you actually get the video and watch it, you will see him actually making this statement. Oh! The disinformation staff, and the millennial Internet youth can be so silly.
The counter claims will state that the quote is fabricated and that it was never made. Curious. Both Wikipedia and Fact-Checking websites hold this stance. But, it is obviously made once you yourself watch the video. Obviously someone or some organization has devoted time and effort to erase the validity of the existence of this quote.
(As discussed elsewhere in my narrative, I caution the reader to realize that the United States government controls all of what you see and read on the Internet. They are constantly rewriting history to fit their preferred narrative.)
However, they have been unsuccessful in erasing the video. Their interim solution has been to flood the Internet with edited versions of the video. Yet, the original videos are still out there, you just have to be careful and search for them.
Therefore, as I state elsewhere in this narrative; the reader must go to the source itself. Not get their information from third parties. Further, they should view the video in its original state. Not the later edited versions. Obviously, someone or some agency has devoted significant resources to erase this statements validity.
Arrival
I do not recall my arrival. I do not know at what facility I was at. From my point of view, there are no memories of my arrival into my destination. There could be many reasons for this. I speculate that it is a normal procedure to erase or block the memories of the people who go to this facility. This is so that they maintain the secrecy of the off-world experience.
I believe this to be the case. However, my mind has constructed alternative realities that suggest otherwise. Nevertheless, I ignore them.
At some point in my procedure there, I was able to start recording memories normally. Again, I do not know why. I speculate that it is because of the unusual procedure that I was involved in. There is no question that there was a compartmentalization of my memory at that time, and as a result I am still able to remember some events, while others remain hidden from me. It’s a burden that will certainly color my experiences that I relate here.
Or perhaps, there was a mental suppression device located within the room where I was operated on. Once I exited the chamber, the device no longer had control over my mental functions.
What I Remember
My earliest memories of this particular experience was while I was lying down on a table.
Everything had a deep and dark reddish tint to it, and it was pretty dim in the room. There were <redacted> surrounding me. I was unable to make out their faces clearly due to a focusing irregularity with my eyes.
Does this sound like a typical abduction sequence? It should, there are a great number of similarities. Perhaps we are all wholly just cattle to the <redacted>. They do with us as they desire, with little opposition from ourselves.
The destination where I went to was some kind of medical facility. My memories of this time tend to be a little confused because while I was there, I was having my probe software updated as well as having other things done to me of a physical nature. What I do remember and know is rather basic. In general, I spent the entire time in only one room that I was aware of.
The place where I went to was odd and it felt strange.
It had a lighter gravity to begin with. I felt light, and my body moved a little differently. It was as if I could move further with less effort, but it was also a little harder to stop. I felt like my body was buoyant, almost like it had some helium in it. Not much, like when you watch videos of when people walking on top of a big trampoline. But less than that, perhaps a 20% to 30% difference from what I was normally accustomed to experiencing.
I have always ASSUMED that the facility that I went to was on the planet Mars, but the collection of my experiences do not support this assumption. The gravity on mars is 38% that of the gravity on earth. Yet, the gravity at this facility was more like 60 to 70% that of earth. So it bears the question, where was I?
Answers to this question include [1] another planet all together, [2] in a facility with it’s own form of artificial gravity, or even [3] that maybe I was in a different dimension yet still on earth with a different gravity. It is up to the reader to answer this vexing issue that still persists in my mind.
The lighting was red. Not the same as the red light used in photo darkrooms, but more like a heavy reddish tinted streetlight. Everything there was bathed in a dark reddish color light. That was a mystery to me. I could see clearly enough, but I could not understand why the light was so red.
Today, when I watch science fiction movies, we see scenes such as inside the (Star Trek) Klingon spaceships, or in other alien appearing locations. As stereotypical as it is, that was exactly the kind of lighting that was in the chamber that I was in. The only difference was that the light was a darker red and it was a bit more difficult to see inside. It was pretty dim to my eyes. (That does not mean, at all, that it was dim to other eyes well adapted to this light. Not every creature has the same kind of eyes as humans do.)
Predators is a 2010 American science fiction action film. The film follows Royce (Adrien Brody), a mercenary, who wakes up finding himself falling from the sky into a jungle. There is a scene in the movie where the mercenary finds shelter within an alien designed machine with odd reddish lighting.
The temperature was a comfortable normal temperature and humidity. The air was fresh, but it was a little thick, however. It felt like an oppressive cloudy day before it rains. It was sticky, but not moist. Suggestive of a differing pressure differential than what we experience on the earth; a higher pressure perhaps. Or a slightly different atmosphere; more oxygen in the atmosphere, or different atmospheric composition.
Drawing by the author. Of course when it was occurring my view point was not as drawn herein. I was participating in this event, and the drawing is how it would of appeared to an outside observer. It is as accurate as my drawing skills would permit it to be portrayed. The reader must recognize that the colors were heavy in the red spectrum with the only white light originating down along the exit “tunnel” to my right as I sat up from the table.
During this time off-planet I stayed in only one room, in one place. During most of that time I laid down prone on a table. I could not see what the others in the room looked like as the light was so dim and red, and the air was so thick. But there were some very short <redacted> there, as well as some abnormally tall <redacted> creatures as well.
I could see their faces quite clearly, but I could not study their faces. I failed to pay attention as to their facial features.
I could see that they had very large eyes and a tiny small mouth and that they were short and that they wore clothing (long sleeved with a turtleneck style collar - single color, and unadorned), but my thoughts at that time was not at all concerned with the analytical estimation of every little detail surrounding me, instead I was simply lying on the table trying to get a general bearing as to my situation and role at that moment.
A Medical Facility
By all accounts, from what I observed to what transpired, I have concluded that this was some sort of medical facility. The strange thing about it was that it was unlike any kind of hospital that I have ever been exposed to before. Yes, it was unusual and somewhat strange, but it was not like what one would envision a medical-bay would look like.
My exposure to hospitals was limited to what I experienced personally. This was nothing like what I expected a hospital to look like. Nor was it anything like what I had seen on television. It was a chamber with a table in the middle of it. I was laying on the table. I was the center of attention of everyone in the room.
No, the experience was not as it was depicted in science-fiction movies or the period pulp magazines of the time. It was more like a hospital or clinic. The <redacted> entities were neutral, but treated me respectfully and carefully.
They were not grotesque, nor clad in futuristic garments. They were methodical, neutral in actions, and aside from their appearance just natural in demeanor.
I was the center of attention in the room. There were no other tables with any of my colleagues there. All the entities in the room were focused on me and on me alone. I lay on the table in my naval uniform. I lay on my back and my face was towards the ceiling. All of the entities were facing me. There were perhaps twelve others in the room with me. I was the center of attention.
There were two entities of significance. One was to my right side as I lay on the table. It (What gender it was; he or she is unknown, so I refer to it as “it”; a genderless designation which is as accurate as I can make at this time.) was the apparent “team leader”. Another entity, of a different species, was positioned near my head. It was tall. (It felt like a doctor, controller, or technical expert.) The other appeared to be the one in charge, or felt like the leader to me. It was to my left. That entity to my left helped direct me to get up off the table.
It thought what I should do, and my body obeyed.
No words were communicated. No thoughts were formed. I did not think. I did what they commanded of me.
The uniform that I was wearing during this procedure. Photo is of an unrelated person wearing the same general style of uniform that I was wearing at the time I was in the medical facility. Note that I did not possess his impressive array of metals, and I had a black name badge above my other pocket. Photo is provided for illustration purposes only and does not imply that I was the person who posed for this photo, or even if the metals and the display of them are even accurate.
These “entities” as I so politely call them, are what I later refer to as <redacted>, and <redacted>. This was my only physical encounter with them in the human body. All other dealings with them were in the <redacted> and because of that entanglement; my experiences were (sort of) different from what I experienced during this particular “off-world” event.
Additional Surgery
I have throughout my narrative referred to this event as my “first off-world” event. It’s purpose was to provide a second surgical procedure. The first procedure was, of course, the seven probes installed at the ELF sub-complex within NAMI at NAS, NASC Naval base. This procedure installed other additional components within my body.
This second procedure was conducted using extraterrestrials, in an extraterrestrial setting, with extraterrestrial technology.
The first group of MAJestic installed probes came in two groups. These were core kit #1, and core kit #2. This second group of technology worked independently. However, the second group (core kit #2) probes somehow interfaced with these extraterrestrial probes.
This procedure and the reason for the egress was to place these probes inside my body. The probes are EBP, but it really isn’t that simple as placing a little device inside your skull, like the MAJestic probes were. They did things to my physical body. They changed it in significant ways.
I do not know how the entire system worked together.
Experiences
I want to make it perfectly clear to the reader about some key points here.
Firstly; [1] the feelings and thoughts and experiences that I felt and experienced as a human meeting a <redacted> extraterrestrial were vastly different than that of an <redacted> meeting one.
And, secondly; [2] for whatever reason for this, be it mind control, drugs or memory partitioning, my human mind remembers the events in a different way than the entangled human memories do with the <redacted>.
These are key salient points that must be well understood to fully appreciate the information that I lay out here.
During this “off-world” encounter with the <redacted> extraterrestrials I clearly recall their appearance and the overall feelings that I had when I was with them. But what I recall is difficult to accurately relate. Because, [1] while they looked and appeared to be alien to me; they were after all, an extraterrestrial of a unique appearance, [2] they felt like a normal and even a friendly person. I felt love and calmness emanating from them. They did not seem to be alien. They did not seem to be extraterrestrial at all. They did not seem to be dangerous or harmful. They did not feel to be a threat. Honestly there wasn’t any antagonism at all concerning them.
I want to make this point absolutely clear. They can control our minds and our emotions. One does not need to have probes installed in their heads to feel these effects. Whether my feelings and thoughts were my own I cannot tell the reader. I can only tell them what I experienced. So for the purposes of this narrative I will refer to the <redacted> extraterrestrials that I met in the physical form as “entities” rather than extraterrestrials. This is because how one sees them is different than how one feels when they are around them. They do NOT feel alien to the observer. They do NOT feel like an extraterrestrial.
Elsewhere in my narrative I explicitly state that I never met extraterrestrials while on the earth. It is true. I had one “off-world” exposure to them. It was not on the earth, but was instead in a controlled environment where both my memories and my feelings were under their influence. My memories of this time were with “entities”, and not with extraterrestrials.
All my other experiences with them were through the entanglement process with the MWI operations. In those experiences my memories and feelings were colored by my actual human body without any kind of manipulation of extraterrestrial hindrances.
Time to Leave
Everything felt odd and strange to me. Even though I lay on the table, I had no concept of time, and it seemed like time did not exist.
Eventually, I was “told” to get up from the table.
No one talked to me. I did not hear any words. I just “knew” that I was to get up from the table at that point in time. That is what happened. I just knew that I was to get up. No one told me. No one motioned. I just suddenly got up.
To me it felt like it was “ after the event”. I very quickly lifted myself up from the table and sat up on the right side of the table (relative to how I was laying). I was able to get up so quickly; so surprisingly quickly, because the gravity felt so light. (In fact, the <redacted> entity in front of me held out his left arm to stabilize me.)
I sat on the edge for a long time. I just sat there in a daze and looked forward. I looked without seeing. Perhaps five minutes passed while I looked forward. My gaze was sent directly towards the small <redacted> before me.
I looked at “him” but did not “see” him. I only viewed him from the context of mental ambiguity. My mind was unable to really process what I was seeing in front of me. It was a <redacted> of short stature and bland impression. But it was an entity in control, and at that I understood that it controlled my actions. I looked at it without seeing.
I then sat there for an even longer period of time. Perhaps for five minutes. I just looked at the creature in front of me.
He was small in stature and expressionless. But it was obvious that it was in control. I paused (a pretty long time. Maybe for ten minutes.), and then stood up. I took two steps forward and again stood in place. On my own, I turned my body, so that I faced directly to my right.
I feel that I really need to impress upon the reader that this was a real shock to me. While I was laying there, I did not notice anything strange or different. It was odd, but not unusual. It was only when I got up and sat up that it became physically obvious that things were quite different than what I was used to. This is very difficult to explain to someone. I suppose it is akin to a drunk person suddenly “sobering up” when they get into a car accident. There is a sudden and clear realization that things were different.
It was not done by conscious decision or direction. I just did it mindlessly. I did it as if it was normal and the thing to do. I knew how to get up and that I had to turn to the right. I did this all without any kind of conscious control or realization of my actions. No one pointed to that direction. No one raised a limb. I just got up and turned right. That was what I needed to do. That was what I was supposed to do. That was what I did.
I started to walk forward. My walking gait was really unusual. My strides were much longer than they should have been. It was like I was propelling myself forward with every step. I kept my balance, but it felt totally odd and unusual. It was like I was “bounding forward” but doing so with very little effort.
Curiously, throughout the entire off-world experience I knew exactly what to do, when to do it, and where to go without any instructions from anyone else.
I paused for a minute and looked back. Everyone was just standing there not moving and watching me. I then continued forward.
This is a photograph that depicts something very similar to what I entered. I photo-shopped the root photo, and then edited the structures and manipulated the objects to make the photo resemble what the tunnel that I entered looked like. The reader must be made aware that this is NOT an actual picture of an actual exit tunnel inside an actual extraterrestrial facility. It is instead, a photo-shopped photo of something similar that has been doctored for purposes of illustration. This is what the tunnel looked like. This is what it appeared to look like from my perspective as I entered it. Note that there were numerous ribs along the circular sides.
Finding the Exit
I was “directed” towards a small tunnel that was set into the wall. (No one pointed to it or told me what to do. I just “knew” what to do mindlessly.) It lay exactly at the foot of the bed or table that I had lain upon. The opening to the tunnel was approximately three meters from the edge of the table.
The tunnel itself was a functional structure that incorporated the transport portal without the need for a staging line. It was circular in shape with a flat floor, and most importantly the floor seemed to slant downward. Whether or not this was an actual design due to a grade of the design, or whether it was due to the differences in gravity between the facilities I was leaving, and the place where I was going to, I do not know. I personally believe that it was due to the differences in gravity.
I do not think that it actually had a grade. But it most certainly seemed to slant forward. After much consideration, I have concluded that there must be some kind of gravitational variance involved from a light gravel point to a higher gravity “well”.
As I walked down the tunnel, I could feel the strange gravity and feel the oddness of the place. I felt pulled forward slightly as I walked down the short corridor. The tunnel was short, perhaps seven meters long. The sides were ribbed, or at least appeared to be to me. The illumination and lighting of the tunnel came from the room that I had just left, as well as the tunnel itself, and up before me which was a nearly opaque wall of light whitish fog.
The fog was illuminated in a kind of pale and soft whiteness. But as I got closer to it, the further away it appeared. Truly, as I walked down in the tunnel it seemed longer than it appeared. For some reason I should of traversed the seven meters in 5 seconds, but it seemed to take quite a bit longer to walk down, perhaps 20 seconds. Also, I found that my head got clearer and more conscious as I walked down it.
The ribs were structural. They were curved and protruded off from the sides by a distance of around six to eight inches, and around the same width. Between the ribs were lighting fixtures that curved around the walls much like the ribs. The deck was flat, unribbed, and without lighting fixtures.
It was as if the chamber that I was in was bathed in some kind of radiation that interrupted my thoughts and memories. Thus, as I left the chamber, the influence decreased proportionally.
As I walked down the passage, I noticed that the experience was quite different than it was going in.
I did not hear any ringing in the ears, or did I feel any vibration. I simply walked down and while I did so, my mind got clearer, but my vision got blurred. Eventually, the passage I was walking on got very “thick”. It felt like I was walking through thick fog. It felt like I was getting wet. It got thicker and thicker until it was like a thick sheet of gaseous water that I passed through. I actually felt wet. However, that wasn’t the case at all, as I was quite dry. And the more I walked the thickness of the fog changed and surprisingly I was back at NAS NASC Pensacola, Florida.
This is what it is truly and actually like using the transport portal. It has nothing in common with how these things are represented in Hollywood movies. Everyone who has used these portals can affirm the accuracy of my description.
Purpose and Utility.
"Don't you believe in anything?"
Yes", I said. "I believe in evidence. I believe in observation, measurement, and reasoning, confirmed by independent observers. I'll believe anything, no matter how wild and ridiculous, if there is evidence for it. The wilder and more ridiculous something is, however, the firmer and more solid the evidence will have to be.”
― Isaac Asimov
Two different set of probes required two different sets of procedures.
The MAJestic ELF probes required implantation, training, and later on calibration and programming.
This EBP was more involved and required off-world medical attention in a well equipped extraterrestrial hospital setting with extraterrestrial doctors and specialists.
There were many things that happened during this period that involved [1] quantum cloud realignments, [2a] dimensional placement (which included [2b] time modification) and [3] physical deconstruction and [4] reconstruction events. I have no words to express the confused state of affairs for me at that time.
Therefore, for purposes of simplicity, I have labeled everything as a “medical EBP exercise” that involved technologies far about what I am ever able to communicate.
Technology Considerations.
These extraterrestrial races can [1] remove a consciousness (not a soul) from a body. [2] Place it in a container. And, then when they are ready, [3] return it back to its original host body. This is an amazing level of technology.
This is a technology that is in possession of our various extraterrestrial allies. It is quite mature in the regard towards soul transference. In the simplest of terms, this is the ability to remove a soul from a person and place it elsewhere. Specifically, soul transference is the ability to separate key quanta from an individual’s quantum cloud and place it somewhere else physically. Usually it is placed in a container of some sort, or a specially constructed physical body.
They can transfer their souls or the souls of another into <redacted>, or into <redacted> specifically constructed for a specific purpose. They have the ability to transfer the human soul into <redacted>. However, for reasons not entirely clear, they chose not to do so. Instead, my soul was entangled with <redacted>.
The level of technology to enable this kind of science and ability is nothing short of astounding. Not only do the extraterrestrials need to understand how the soul works and the quantum physics behind it, but they need to possess the engineering ability to apply the science into practical applications. This engineering ability must be extensive. The ability to [1] separate certain groupings or clusters of particles; to [2] identify which is important and critical; to [3] move and place them in separate physical locations [4] without inter-connectivity with the host quantum cloud is unbelievably impressive.
While I have acquired an impressive knowledge base concerning the quantum cloud that we refer to as the soul, my understanding is at best, only trivial in scope.
The transference <redacted> is typically a physical container; like a box or cylinder, that is specially designed to contain the physical attachment points of a given soul. The physical body is the densest manifestation of quanta. But the soul can detach from it; just like when a person dies. Thus leaving the physical body behind. It then “leaves” the dense physical realm for other “existences”. However, there is a period of adaptation that can be utilized or secured to promote other; alternative physical manifestations. One such is the use of a container to house the physical components of a given quantum soul.
The reader should consider the container to be more than just a box; like a “shoe box”. But a dense material in the form of a cube, sphere or other geometric shape. The soul or associated quanta is somehow physically relocated into the substance or “container”. The mechanism and technologies involved are unknown to me.
For lack of a better term, the quanta “attaches” at various points (many, many points) on the physical body, with eight or nine (I am sorry, but I forgot the exact number; maybe it is seven. – The number of attachment points is not fixed! It varies from human to human depending on their quantum configuration of their own personal soul. Typically, many humans let their attachment points atrophy and thus become just useless appendages that serve no serious purpose in providing the physical to quantum soul link. Oh they are still there, but the quantum attachment points are pretty much non-functional.) key centers or clusters.
The key centers; or clusters are known as “garbons”. They use different terminology in various Eastern Religions, but <redacted> just referred to them as orbs because they were not a physical organ, but rather a cluster of quanta that orbited within a discrete non-physical region. The soul attachment quanta would flitter about, in and out of the dimensional states; always orbiting around these regions. Thus we called them orbs. Functionally, an orb was a separate grouping of relationships between garbons. It was not the garbons themselves.
They reside, for the most part, along the spine of the body. One is at the top of the physical head, and one is at the bottom of the groin area (in humans; in other animals the attachment points are different). The other various points are located around the stomach, chest, etc. areas. These attachment points can be deactivated and activated at will under the proper quantum stimuli. Once deactivated, the quantum soul detaches from the physical body, but if a suitable (compatible) “container is nearby, the soul will attach to it, provided that the attachment points are present.
Caution and Concern.
There is no evidence to suggest that the extraterrestrials that assisted in the EBP, the restructuring of my consciousness, and the physical changes to my body were entirely altruistic about it. I do not believe that the EBP that they implanted was entirely government approved and verified.
I am pretty sure that MAJestic “gave” us to <redacted> with the understanding that we would be forever changed, and that we would have MWI access that MAJestic could monitor through the probes.
Sum Total of the Event
After a great deal of introspection, I have come to some definitive thoughts on what transpired and why. I do not know how accurate they are, but I personally believe them to be rather accurate and plausible explanations of the events that transpired.
When I first entered the ELF field, two things were occurring. The first (1) was the teleportation from the ELF facility to the Extraterrestrial Medical facility. The second (2) was the transport of my soul into a storage container. The transport of the soul was experienced as the buzzing and the vibration that I related earlier. The two are mutually exclusive events, that for me occurred simultaneously entering the facility. Therefore, upon entering the facility, my body was fractured. My body went to the medical facility and ended up on the operating table. My soul went to an unknown storage container nearby.
These two procedures not only felt different to me, at the time, but also represented two mutually exclusive programs. The <redacted> is associated with the second procedure. But the significance of the first procedure, I am afraid, still eludes me. I can only conclude that it was wholly and intentionally devoted to the partitioning of my mind for purposes of security and behavioral monitoring.
Also, the reader should be aware that I spent one entire week at that medical facility. This was obviously not “just” the implantation of the EBP. It was something else as well.
Also, the reader should be made aware that during my retirement sequence at the ADC Pine Bluff, that I had various skills, and training that I was surprised that I had, and have absolutely zero awareness of being trained. You know, no one out side of my MAJestic cell fully understood what the <redacted> did to me at the medical facility. What I do know is that afterwards, MAJestic always treated me with a great deal of respect, and (even) honor. It was like they were even a little bit afraid of me.
Which is WHY, perhaps that I had to be placed in to a monitoring program when I was retired.
Leaving the facility was different than entering it. It felt like I went through a sheet of water. It looked like it was only about an inch thick, but it felt like it was about five feet thick. Once I exited it, I felt wet all over. However, that feeling quickly left me within seconds.
Dimensional Cross-Over Event.
What actually happened is unknown to me.
In fact, I personally believe that it was a dimensional portal that transported me into another universe. I now believe that my original “time line” or “dimensional line” is far removed from the one that I was transported to. As today, this is my reality. I came from a different “reality” and was transported to this one for reasons unknown (or obscured by other purposes).
We regret to notify you that you will be this way FOREVER. You can never go back to the “before”. You can never become undone.
What I do know is that something happened to me. I ended up (I assume) on some other planet, or some other off-world environment. It seems that a time displacement was involved, as not only did my return back the Naval base take place at a different time, but subsequent entanglement efforts consisted with entanglement and actions associated with another time all together! The only way that I can recognize the validity of this is that I know that there is no such thing as “time travel”, just the appearance of it by utilizing a multi-dimensional cross-over switch of some sorts.
Therefore, I have come to the following (different) conclusion; [1] not only did the transportation portal deliver me to a different reality and different dimension, but it returned me to [2] a different one as well. I now believe that the world-line reality that I originated from is no longer obtainable, and the reality that I experience now is a consequence of my “off-world” experience.
When I returned to my “world” or my new “dimension” it was nearly identical to the one that I left. There were only some very minor differences. These differences are so minor that maybe it’s due to my memories more than any kind of actual dimensional cross-over event. (Maybe it is just my imagination. That is quite possible, you know.) The only items of difference that I recognize are;
Breakfasts consisting of two eggs with bacon always had cold pork & beans served with it instead of the deep fried potatoes (or grits if you live in the South) that seem to be common today. Is it because I am in a different dimension, or that prior to 1981 breakfasts were always served with pork and beans? I do not know. Could it be that my experiences with breakfasts while attending university (say IHOP for example, or the local diners in New York and Pennsylvania) served pork and beans with two eggs and toast, but when I entered the Navy I was in a different region. Thus, I (now) associate the change in regional breakfast culture with a change in dimensional line. Is this true? I do not know.
After leaving the portal I discovered that American breakfasts were served with potatoes!
In High School, we were taught that there was always two spaces after a period in a sentence, not one. Again, is this due to a dimensional change or faulty programming of the defaults in MS Word? When I went to High School, we were taught in typing class that two spaces came after a sentence. It was in all the textbooks. Yet, today this is not the case. Why? Dimensional switch, or changing conventions by a software dominant market?
Until the 20th century, publishing houses and printers in many countries used additional space between sentences.
…He had two spaces after every sentence ending. Yes, two spaces after the period. This is a 1950’s typing rule. It’s old fashioned. Use it and people will think you are old fashioned... Or wonder why you have two spaces after every period because they are too young to know that was a rule.”
-“Signs of an old fart resume” from Lisa Rangel <lisa.rangel@chameleonresumes.com>
The city of Pittsburgh was spelled “Pittsburg”. It wasn’t until after I left the Navy that I was told that I was spelling it wrong. Could this be due to the fact that I always spelled it incorrectly (both my grandparents lived in Pittsburgh) of that there was a dimensional change? It is seemingly such a trivial issue, but is actually quite significant. Was Pittsburgh always spelled that way, or did it change? (When I was a boy, I had an old medicine bottle that I used to place my pencils and pens in on my desk. It was made in Pittsburg, Pennsylvania.) In addition, if it changed, what was the reason for this change? In addition, if so, then why was the dimensional lines variant?
In this world line, this is what the history says…
“When Pittsburgh was being incorporated as a city in 1816, a printer’s error dropped the ‘h’ from the end, even though the original city charter included it. Throughout the rest of the 1800s ‘Pittsburg’ without the ‘h’ turned up here and there in newspapers and other printed material, but official documents always retained the ‘h.’ Pittsburgh with the ‘h’ was the most common spelling; and it seemed no one much cared about the occasional misspelling, for a while.
The true challenge came at the end of the 19th century. As the country expanded and technology evolved, the need for standardization arose. In 1890, the United States Board of Geographic Names, which was created to bring consistency to the spellings of locations throughout the country, deemed that all cities ending in ‘burgh’ must drop the ‘h’ in the spirit of uniformity.”
-Popular Pittsburgh
Prior to my entry into the Navy, Howard Johnson automats seemed to be the dominant fixture at toll-road roadside-rest areas. But after I left the Navy they seemed to be replaced with other restaurants like McDonalds, Stuckeys, and other fast food places. Is this an illusion, and America has changed suddenly in this venue, or was the new dimensional reality that I inhabited different in this manner? (As a boy, when I grew up, my father would sometimes stop at these roadside rest areas and put quarter into the slot and a door would open up for an egg salad sandwich or something similar.) Apparently, in this world line, Howard Johnsons never had any kind of automat service, and were never as popular as I seem to remember it to be. After I left the Navy, I only rarely saw a Howard Johnson hotel, and never saw a Howard Johnson roadside rest area, and absolutely no automats anywhere. Why?
Stories that I have read and treasured are no longer found in this world-line. For example, one of my favorites is one by Ray Bradberry that was in his “S is for Space” book. In this world line the book only has 16 stories.
In this world-line there are no mutton hotdogs. Only chicken, beef and pork.
Some Questions
Over the years, when I discuss my experiences, I find many people asking the same questions over an over. Somehow, I am not able to explain some very key points in regards to my experiences. Perhaps, I should place them here.
Already “in the pipeline” for one of the top positions in the US Navy, I was asked to go into a more “important” role.
I underwent brain surgery to place probes in my brain. That provided me access to a fixed dimensional portal.
The dimensional door opened up to another extraterrestrial facility where further operations were conducted.
The procedure restructured my physical body somehow and added a EBP. It took a week to accomplish.
Finally, I went to China Lake where MAJestic calibration efforts were conducted.
Training to use the EBP was conducted through entanglement on a different world-line.
Once proficient, I “stabilized” the human sentience development sequence from adverse influences that were a consequence of mass thought manipulation.
Once completed, I was retired. I was retired by a non-MAJestic organization, and placed in a state-run monitoring program also unassociated with MAJestic.
After my retirement, I was provided a final world-line MWI cross-over that would be my “reward” for participation in the program. When I completed my slide, the United States looks nothing like the ideal that would be my “reward”. However, China does.
To me, it just seems like the entire United States is entering into a shitstorm.
A Final Note
This event was the only time that my human body left the Earth. For the rest of my life, and career, my human body stayed on the planet Earth. (Traversing the “world-lines”.) Any activity that I had through entanglement was involved with a secondary body located off-world. This distinction is an important one. It is how many of us <redacted> in the MAJestic program were able to compartmentalize our experiences.
The beginnings of an adventure.
To be specific;
All MWI slides and dimensional travel involving “world-lines” were strictly limited to the earth and nearby MAJestic locations within our solar system.
All Physical travel was limited to the earth environment in my human body.
All Non-earth travel in the physical was limited to MWI slides, and this was at the discretion of <redacted>.
Any apparent “time travel” limited to this earth was “apparent” time travel only. It was actually dimensional travel with different gravitation deviance’s.
Importantly, Time travel on other planets or in space was a natural consequence of the gravitational fields surrounding planetary bodies, and the use of dimensional travel aggravated the effect.
Further on in this blog we will discuss these various issues in much more detail.
Conclusions
This post is my narrative as to what happened once I entered the fixed dimensional portal. It took me to an extraterrestrial hospital. They conducted a procedure that altered me in various ways and implanted an EBP.
After the procedure, I was forever entangled with the <redacted>. They have natural or supplemented MWI transit ability. I no longer need to utilize a fixed access portal to conduct world-line travel. The <redacted> move me about as they desire. This is for purposes related to dimensional anchoring so that human sentience growth is possible and not corrupted.
Take Aways
The fixed dimensional portal took me to an extraterrestrial medical (veterinarian) facility on another planet.
There, my human body was changed or altered in some way, and an EBP installed.
The procedure took a week.
When I returned, I was on a different world-line. This first world-line slide served egg breakfasts with potatoes. This odd characteristic was pretty much a constant throughout my thirty years in MAJestic. It is even here on my “reward” world-line. Who’d figure?
FAQ
Q: Why is the Fixed Dimensional Portal kept secret?
A: Aside from it being a very powerful technology, it could be used dangerously if the technology went into the wrong hands. For this reason, the <redacted> have calibrated it so that only one type of sentience can use it. The users MUST be “service for others” sentience.
Q: What physical changes did the <redacted> do to your body?
A: I do not know. I was wearing the same uniform, and my body was just as it was before I went to the facility. I even still had the bandage on the top of my head covering the area when the MAJestic implants were shot into my skull. I think that the changes had to be on a quantum level somehow instead of at the physical level. Perhaps there are cellular changes. I really do not know.
Q: So you can perform world-line slides at will?
A: All humans can do this. We just don’t. We do not control our thoughts and our actions, and as a result we tend to live in chaotic and confusing times. To make big and significant changes to our world-line certain technology or abilities are required. I do not have access to these technologies. However, I am entangled with <redacted> and they can. They can move me about at will. They placed me here on this world-line to live out the rest of my life.
MAJestic Related Posts – Training
These are posts and articles that revolve around how I was recruited for MAJestic and my training. Also discussed is the nature of secret programs. I really do not know why the organization was kept so secret. It really wasn’t because of any kind of military concern, and the technologies were way too involved for any kind of information transfer. The only conclusion that I can come to is that we were obligated to maintain secrecy at the behalf of our extraterrestrial benefactors.
MAJestic Related Posts – Our Universe
These particular posts are concerned about the universe that we are all part of. Being entangled as I was, and involved in the crazy things that I was, I was given some insight. This insight wasn’t anything super special. Rather it offered me perception along with advantage. Here, I try to impart some of that knowledge through discussion.
Enjoy.
MAJestic Related Posts – World-Line Travel
These posts are related to “reality slides”. Other more common terms are “world-line travel”, or the MWI. What people fail to grasp is that when a person has the ability to slide into a different reality (pass into a different world-line), they are able to “touch” Heaven to some extent. Here are posts that cover this topic.
John Titor Related Posts
Another person, collectively known by the identity of “John Titor” claimed to utilize world-line (MWI egress) travel to collect artifacts from the past. He is an interesting subject to discuss. Here we have multiple posts in this regard.
There are often things that inspire us. This is most especially true when you are young and looking for direction. In my case, I was greatly influenced by the books that I read. My favorites were short-length science fiction “pulps”. These were often paperback books that I could shove in the rear pocket of my bluejeans. I would read them, and often reread them. The authors of these stories varied, but my favorites included Ray Bradbury and Robert Heinlein.
Here is one such story.
This story illustrates that sometimes, it take one person to take a necessary action. Often that person doesn’t want the role. However, there is no one else who can do it. So that person, out of necessity, must become the hero. He must do the difficult and uncomfortable job because he is the only one who is available.
This story holds special meaning to me.
Introduction
This story was written appeared in the December 1949 American Legion Magazine by Robert Heinlein, and presented here under Article 22 of China’s Copyright Law.
“The Long Watch” is a science fiction short story by American writer Robert A. Heinlein. It is about a military officer who faces a coup d’état by a would-be dictator.
John McClane: Do you know what you get for being a hero? Nothin'. You get shot at. Pat on the back, blah blah blah. 'Attaboy.' You get divorced... Your wife can't remember your last name, kids don't want to talk to you... You get to eat a lot of meals by yourself. Trust me kid, nobody wants to be that guy. (I do this) because there is nobody else to do it right now. Believe me if there was somebody else to do it, I would let them do it. There's not, so (I'm) doing it. That's what makes you that guy."
Enjoy.
The Long Watch
Nine ships blasted off from Moon Base. Once in space, eight of them formed a globe around the smallest. They held this formation all the way to Earth. "The small ship displayed the insignia of an admiral-yet there was no living thing of any sort in her. She was not even a passenger ship, but a drone, a robot ship intended for radioactive cargo. This trip she carried nothing but a lead coffin and a Geiger counter that was never quiet." —from the editorial After Ten Years, film 38, 17 June 2009, Archives of the N. Y. Times
I
JOHNNY DAHLQUIST blew smoke at the Geiger counter. He grinned wryly and tried it again. His whole body was radioactive by now. Even his breath, the smoke from his cigarette, could make the Geiger counter scream.
How long had he been here? Time doesn’t mean much on the Moon. Two days? Three? A week? He let his mind run back: the last clearly marked time in his mind was when the Executive Officer had sent for him, right after breakfast—
“Lieutenant Dahlquist, reporting to the Executive Officer.”
Colonel Towers looked up. “Ah, John Ezra. Sit down, Johnny. Cigarette?”
Johnny sat down, mystified but flattered. He admired Colonel Towers, for his brilliance, his ability to dominate, and for his battle record. Johnny had no battle record; he had been commissioned on completing his doctor’s degree in nuclear physics and was now junior bomb officer of Moon Base.
The Colonel wanted to talk politics; Johnny was puzzled.
Finally Towers had come to the point; it was not safe (so he said) to leave control of the world in political hands; power must be held by a scientifically selected group. In short—the Patrol.
Johnny was startled rather than shocked. As an abstract idea, Towers’ notion sounded plausible. The League of Nations had folded up; what would keep the United Nations from breaking up, too, and thus lead to another World War. “And you know how bad such a war would be, Johnny.”
Johnny agreed. Towers said he was glad that Johnny got the point. The senior bomb officer could handle the work, but it was better to have both specialists.
Johnny sat up with a jerk. “You are going to do something about it?” He had thought the Exec was just talking.
Towers smiled. “We’re not politicians; we don’t just talk. We act.”
Johnny whistled. “When does this start?”
Towers flipped a switch. Johnny was startled to hear his own voice, then identified the recorded conversation as having taken place in the junior officers’ messroom. A political argument he remembered, which he had walked out on . . . a good thing, too! But being spied on annoyed him.
Towers switched it off. “We have acted,” he said. “We know who is safe and who isn’t. Take Kelly—” He waved at the loud-speaker. “Kelly is politically unreliable. You noticed he wasn’t at breakfast?”
“Huh? I thought he was on watch.”
“Kelly’s watch-standing days are over. Oh, relax; he isn’t hurt.”
Johnny thought this over. “Which list am I on?” he asked. “Safe or unsafe?”
“Your name has a question mark after it. But I have said all along that you could be depended on.” He grinned engagingly. “You won’t make a liar of me, Johnny?”
Dahlquist didn’t answer; Towers said sharply, “Come now—what do you think of it? Speak up.”
“Well, if you ask me, you’ve bitten off more than you can chew. While it’s true that Moon Base controls the Earth, Moon Base itself is a sitting duck for a ship. One bomb—blooie!”
Towers picked up a message form and handed it over; it read: I HAVE YOUR CLEAN LAUNDRY—ZACK. “That means every bomb in the Trygve Lie has been put out of commission. I have reports from every ship we need worry about.” He stood up. “Think it over and see me after lunch. Major Morgan needs your help right away to change control frequencies on the bombs.”
“The control frequencies?”
“Naturally. We don’t want the bombs jammed before they reach their targets.”
“What? You said the idea was to prevent war.”
Towers brushed it aside. “There won’t be a war—just a psy-chological demonstration, an unimportant town or two. A little bloodletting to save an all-out war. Simple arithmetic.”
He put a hand on Johnny’s shoulder. “You aren’t squeamish, or you wouldn’t be a bomb officer. Think of it as a surgical operation. And think of your family.”
Johnny Dahlquist had been thinking of his family. “Please, sir, I want to see the Commanding Officer.”
Towers frowned. “The Commodore is not available. As you know, I speak for him. See me again—after lunch.”
The Commodore was decidedly not available; the Commodore was dead. But Johnny did not know that.
* * *
Dahlquist walked back to the messroom, bought cigarettes, sat down and had a smoke. He got up, crushed out the butt, and headed for the Base’s west airlock. There he got into his space suit and went to the lockmaster. “Open her up, Smitty.”
The marine looked surprised. “Can’t let anyone out on the surface without word from Colonel Towers, sir. Hadn’t you heard?”
“Oh, yes! Give me your order book.” Dahlquist took it, wrote a pass for himself, and signed it “by direction of Colonel Towers.” He added, “Better call the Executive Officer and check it.”
The lockmaster read it and stuck the book in his pocket. “Oh, no, Lieutenant. Your word’s good.”
“Hate to disturb the Executive Officer, eh? Don’t blame you.” He stepped in, closed the inner door, and waited for the air to be sucked out.
Out on the Moon’s surface he blinked at the light and hurried to the track-rocket terminus; a car was waiting. He squeezed in, pulled down the hood, and punched the starting button. The rocket car flung itself at the hills, dived through and came out on a plain studded with projectile rockets, like candles on a cake. Quickly it dived into a second tunnel through more hills. There was a stomach-wrenching deceleration and the car stopped at the underground atom-bomb armory.
As Dahlquist climbed out he switched on his walkie-talkie. The space-suited guard at the entrance came to port-arms. Dahlquist said, “Morning, Lopez,” and walked by him to the airlock. He pulled it open.
The guard motioned him back. “Hey! Nobody goes in without the Executive Officer’s say-so.” He shifted his gun, fumbled in his pouch and got out a paper. “Read it, Lieutenant.”
Dahlquist waved it away. “I drafted that order myself. You read it; you’ve misinterpreted it.”
“I don’t see how, Lieutenant.”
Dahlquist snatched the paper, glanced at it, then pointed to a line. “See? ‘—except persons specifically designated by the Executive Officer.’ That’s the bomb officers, Major Morgan and me.”
The guard looked worried. Dahlquist said, “Damn it, look up ‘specifically designated’—it’s under ‘Bomb Room, Security, Procedure for,’ in your standing orders. Don’t tell me you left them in the barracks!”
“Oh, no, sir! I’ve got ’em.” The guard reached into his pouch. Dahlquist gave him. back the sheet; the guard took it, hesitated, then leaned his weapon against his hip, shifted the paper to his left hand, and dug into his pouch with his right.
Dahlquist grabbed the gun, shoved it between the guard’s legs, and jerked. He threw the weapon away and ducked into the airlock. As he slammed the door he saw the guard struggling to his feet and reaching for his side arm. He dogged the outer door shut and felt a tingle in his fingers as a slug struck the door.
He flung himself at the inner door, jerked the spill lever, rushed back to the outer door and hung his weight on the handle. At once he could feel it stir. The guard was lifting up; the lieutenant was pulling down, with only his low Moon weight to anchor him. Slowly the handle raised before his eyes.
Air from the bomb room rushed into the lock through the spill valve. Dahlquist felt his space suit settle on his body as the pressure in the lock began to equal the pressure in the suit. He quit straining and let the guard raise the handle. It did not matter; thirteen tons of air pressure now held the door closed.
He latched open the inner door to the bomb room, so that it could not swing shut. As long as it was open, the airlock could not operate; no one could enter.
Before him in the room, one for each projectile rocket, were the atom bombs, spaced in rows far enough apart to defeat any faint possibility of spontaneous chain reaction. They were the deadliest things in the known universe, but they were his babies. He had placed himself between them and anyone who would misuse them.
But, now that he was here, he had no plan to use his temporary advantage.
The speaker on the wall sputtered into life. “Hey! Lieutenant! What goes on here? You gone crazy?” Dahlquist did not answer. Let Lopez stay confused—it would take him that much longer to make up his mind what to do. And Johnny Dahlquist needed as many minutes as he could squeeze. Lopez went on protesting. Finally he shut up.
Johnny had followed a blind urge not to let the bombs—his bombs!—be used for “demonstrations on unimportant towns.” But what to do next? Well, Towers couldn’t get through the lock. Johnny would sit tight until hell froze over.
Don’t kid yourself, John Ezra! Towers could get in. Some high explosive against the outer door—then the air would whoosh out, our boy Johnny would drown in blood from his burst lungs—and the bombs would be sitting there, unhurt. They were built to stand the jump from Moon to Earth; vacuum would not hurt them at all.
He decided to stay in his space suit; explosive decompression didn’t appeal to him. Come to think about it, death from old age was his choice.
Or they could drill a hole, let out the air, and open the door without wrecking the lock. Or Towers might even have a new airlock built outside the old. Not likely, Johnny thought; a coup d’etat depended on speed. Towers was almost sure to take the quickest way—blasting. And Lopez was probably calling the Base right now. Fifteen minutes for Towers to suit up and get here, maybe a short dicker—then whoosh! the party is over.
Fifteen minutes?
In fifteen minutes the bombs might fall back into the hands of the conspirators; in fifteen minutes he must make the bombs unusable.
An atom bomb is just two or more pieces of fissionable metal, such as plutonium. Separated, they are no more explosive than a pound of butter; slapped together, they explode. The complications lie in the gadgets and circuits and gun used to slap them together in the exact way and at the exact time and place required. .
These circuits, the bomb’s “brain,” are easily destroyed—but the bomb itself is hard to destroy because of its very simplicity. Johnny decided to smash the “brains”—and quickly!
The only tools at hand were simple ones used in handling the bombs. Aside from a Geiger counter, the speaker on the walkie-talkie circuit, a television rig to the base, and the bombs themselves, the room was bare. A bomb to be worked on was taken elsewhere—not through fear of explosion, but to reduce radiation exposure for personnel. The radioactive material in a bomb is buried in a “tamper”—in these bombs, gold. Gold stops alpha, beta, and much of the deadly gamma radiation but not neutrons.
The slippery, poisonous neutrons which plutonium gives off had to escape, or a chain reaction—explosion!—would result. The room was bathed in an invisible, almost undetectable rain of neutrons. The place was unhealthy; regulations called for staying in it as short a time as possible.
The Geiger counter clicked off the “background” radiation, cosmic rays, the trace of radioactivity in the Moon’s crust, and secondary radioactivity set up all through the room by neutrons. Free neutrons have the nasty trait of infecting what they strike, making it radioactive, whether it be concrete wall or human body. In time the room would have to be abandoned.
Dahlquist twisted a knob on the Geiger counter; the instrument stopped clicking. He had used a suppressor circuit to cut out noise of “background” radiation at the level then present. It reminded him uncomfortably of the danger of staying here. He took out the radiation exposure film all radiation personnel carry; it was a direct-response type and had been fresh when he arrived. The most sensitive end was faintly darkened already. Half way down the film a red line crossed it. Theoretically, if the wearer was exposed to enough radioactivity in a week to darken the film to that line, he was, as Johnny reminded himself, a “dead duck.”
Off came the cumbersome space suit; what he needed was speed. Do the job and surrender—better to be a prisoner than to linger in a place as “hot” as this.
He grabbed a ball hammer from the tool rack and got busy, pausing only to switch off the television pick-up. The first bomb bothered him. He started to smash the cover plate of the “brain,” then stopped, filled with reluctance. All his life he had prized fine apparatus.
He nerved himself and swung; glass tinkled, metal creaked. His mood changed; he began to feel a shameful pleasure in destruction. He pushed on with enthusiasm, swinging, smashing, destroying!
So intent was he that he did not at first hear his name called.
“Dahlquist! Answer me! Are you there?”
He wiped sweat and looked at the TV screen. Towers’ perturbed features stared out.
Johnny was shocked to find that he had wrecked only six bombs. Was he going to be caught before he could finish? Oh, no! He had to finish. Stall, son, stall! “Yes, Colonel? You called me?”
“I certainly did! What’s the meaning of this?” “I’m sorry, Colonel.”
Towers’ expression relaxed a little. “Turn on your pick-up, Johnny, I can’t see you. What was that noise?”
“The pick-up is on,” Johnny lied. “It must be out of order. That noise—uh, to tell the truth, Colonel, I was fixing things so that nobody could get in here.”
Towers hesitated, then said firmly, “I’m going to assume that you are sick and send you to the Medical Officer. But I want you to come out of there, right away. That’s an order, Johnny.”
Johnny answered slowly. “I can’t just yet, Colonel. I came here to make up my mind and I haven’t quite made it up. You said to see you after lunch.”
“I meant you to stay in your quarters.”
“Yes, sir. But I thought I ought to stand watch on the bombs, in case I decided you were wrong.”
“It’s not for you to decide, Johnny. I’m your superior officer.
You are sworn to obey me.”
“Yes, sir.” This was wasting time; the old fox might have a squad on the way now. “But I swore to keep the peace, too. Could you come out here and talk it over with me? I don’t want to do the wrong thing.”
Towers smiled. “A good idea, Johnny. You wait there. I’m sure you’ll see the light.” He switched off.
“There,” said Johnny. “I hope you’re convinced that I’m a half-wit—you slimy mistake!” He picked up the hammer, ready to use the minutes gained.
He stopped almost at once; it dawned on him that wrecking the “brains” was not enough. There were no spare “brains,” but there was a well-stocked electronics shop. Morgan could jury-rig control circuits for bombs. Why, he could himself—not a neat job, but one that would work. Damnation! He would have to wreck the bombs themselves—and in the next ten minutes.
But a bomb was solid chunks of metal, encased in a heavy tamper, all tied in with a big steel gun. It couldn’t be done—not in ten minutes.
Damn!
Of course, there was one way. He knew the control circuits; he also knew how to beat them. Take this bomb: if he took out the safety bar, unhooked the proximity circuit, shorted the delay circuit, and cut in the arming circuit by hand—then unscrewed that and reached in there, he could, with just a long, stiff wire, set the bomb off.
Blowing the other bombs and the valley itself to Kingdom Come.
Also Johnny Dahlquist. That was the rub.
All this time he was doing what he had thought out, up to the step of actually setting off the bomb. Ready to go, the bomb seemed to threaten, as if crouching to spring. He stood up, sweating.
He wondered if he had the courage. He did not want to funk—and hoped that he would. He dug into his jacket and took out a picture of Edith and the baby. “Honeychile,” he said, “if I get out of this, I’ll never even try to beat a red light.” He kissed the picture and put it back. There was nothing to do but wait.
What was keeping Towers? Johnny wanted to make sure that Towers was in blast range. What a joke on the jerk! Me—sitting here, ready to throw the switch on him. The idea tickled him; it led to a better: why blow himself up—alive?
There was another way to rig it—a “dead man” control. Jigger up some way so that the last step, the one that set off the bomb, would not happen as long as he kept his hand on a switch or a lever or something. Then, if they blew open the door, or shot him, or anything—up goes the balloon!
Better still, if he could hold them off with the threat of it, sooner or later help would come—Johnny was sure that most of the Patrol was not in this stinking conspiracy—and then: Johnny comes marching home! What a reunion! He’d resign and get a teaching job; he’d stood his watch.
All the while, he was working. Electrical? No, too little time. Make it a simple mechanical linkage. He had it doped out but had hardly begun to build it when the loudspeaker called him. “Johnny?”
“That you, Colonel?” His hands kept busy.
“Let me in.”
“Well, now, Colonel, that wasn’t in the agreement.” Where in blue blazes was something to use as a long lever?
“I’ll come in alone, Johnny, I give you my word. We’ll talk face to face.”
His word! “We can talk over the speaker, Colonel.” Hey, that was it—a yardstick, hanging on the tool rack.
“Johnny, I’m warning you. Let me in, or I’ll blow the door off.”
” wire—he needed a wire, fairly long and stiff. He tore the antenna from his suit. “You wouldn’t do that, Colonel. It would ruin the bombs.”
“Vacuum won’t hurt the bombs. Quit stalling.”
“Better check with Major Morgan. Vacuum won’t hurt them; explosive decompression would wreck every circuit.” The Colonel was not a bomb specialist; he shut up for several minutes. Johnny went on working.
“Dahlquist,” Towers resumed, “that was a clumsy lie. I checked with Morgan. You have sixty seconds to get into your suit, if you aren’t already. I’m going to blast the door.”
“No, you won’t,” said Johnny. “Ever hear of a ‘dead man’ switch?” Now for a counterweight—and a sling.”
“Eh? What do you mean?”
“I’ve rigged number seventeen to set off by hand. But I put in a gimmick. It won’t blow while I hang on to a strap I’ve got in my hand. But if anything happens to me—up she goes! You are about fifty feet from the blast center. Think it over.”
There was a short silence. “I don’t believe you.”
“No? Ask Morgan. He’ll believe me. He can inspect it, over the TV pick-up.” Johnny lashed the belt of his space suit to the end of the yardstick.
“You said the pick-up was out of order.”
“So I lied. This time I’ll prove it. Have Morgan call me.”
Presently Major Morgan’s face appeared. “Lieutenant Dahlquist?”
“Hi, Stinky. Wait a sec.” With great care Dahlquist made one last connection while holding down the end of the yardstick. Still careful, he shifted his grip to the belt, sat down on the floor, stretched an arm and switched on the TV pick-up. “Can you see me, Stinky?”
“I can see you,” Morgan answered stiffly. “What is this nonsense?”
“A little surprise I whipped up.” He explained it—what circuits he had cut out, what ones had been shorted, just how the jury-rigged mechanical sequence fitted in.
Morgan nodded. “But you’re bluffing, Dahlquist, I feel sure that you haven’t disconnected the ‘K’ circuit. You don’t have the guts to blow yourself up.”
Johnny chuckled. “I sure haven’t. But that’s the beauty of it. It can’t go off, so long as I am alive. If your greasy boss, ex-Colonel Towers, blasts the door, then I’m dead and the bomb goes off. It won’t matter to me, but it will to him. Better tell him.” He switched off.
Towers came on over the speaker shortly. “Dahlquist?”
“I hear you.”
“‘There’s no need to throwaway your life. Come out and you will be retired on full pay. You can go home to your family. That’s a promise.”
Johnny got mad. “You keep my family out of this!”
“Think of them, man.”
“Shut up. Get back to your hole. I feel a need to scratch and this whole shebang might just explode in your lap.”
II
Johnny sat up with a start. He had dozed, his hand hadn’t let go the sling, but he had the shakes when he thought about it.
Maybe he should disarm the bomb and depend on their not daring to dig him out? But Towers’ neck was already in hock for treason; Towers might risk it. If he did and the bomb were disarmed, Johnny would be dead and Towers would have the bombs. No, he had gone this far; he wouldn’t let his baby girl grow up in a dictatorship just to catch some sleep.
He heard the Geiger counter clicking and remembered having used the suppressor circuit. The radioactivity in the room must be increasing, perhaps from scattering the “brain” circuits-the circuits were sure to be infected; they had lived too long too close to plutonium. He dug out his film.
The dark area was spreading toward the red line.
He put it back and said, “Pal, better break this deadlock oryou are going to shine like a watch dial.” It was a figure of speech; infected animal tissue does not glow—it simply dies, slowly.
The TV screen lit up; Towers’ face appeared. “Dahlquist? I want to talk to you.”
“Go fly a kite.”
“Let’s admit you have us inconvenienced.”
“Inconvenienced, hell—I’ve got you stopped.”
“For the moment. I’m arranging to get more bombs—”
“Liar.”
“—but you are slowing us up. I have a proposition.”
“Not interested.”
“Wait. When this is over I will be chief of the world government. If you cooperate, even now, I will make you my administrative head.”
Johnny told him what to do with it. Towers said, “Don’t be stupid. What do you gain by dying?”
Johnny grunted. “Towers, what a prime stinker you are.
You spoke of my family. I’d rather see them dead than living under a two-bit Napoleon like you. Now go away—I’ve got some thinking to do.”
Towers switched off.
Johnny got out his film again. It seemed no darker but it re-minded him forcibly that time was running out. He was hungry and thirsty—and he could not stay awake forever. It took four days to get a ship up from Earth; he could not expect rescue any sooner. And he wouldn’t last four days—once the darkening spread past the red line he was a goner.
His only chance was to wreck the bombs beyond repair, and get out—before that film got much darker.
He thought about ways, then got busy. He hung a weight on the sling, tied a line to it. If Towers blasted the door, he hoped to jerk the rig loose before he died.
There was a simple, though arduous, way to wreck the bombs beyond any capacity of Moon Base to repair them. The heart of each was two hemispheres of plutonium, their flat surface polished smooth to permit perfect contact when slapped together. Anything less would prevent the chain reaction on which atomic explosion depended.
Johnny started taking apart one of the bombs.
He had to bash off four lugs, then break the glass envelope around the inner assembly. Aside from that the bomb came apart easily. At last he had in front of him two gleaming, mirror-perfect half globes.
A blow with the hammer—and one was no longer perfect. Another blow and the second cracked like glass; he had trapped its crystalline structure just right.
Hours later, dead tired, he went back to the armed bomb. Forcing himself to steady down, with extreme care he disarmed it. Shortly its silvery hemispheres too were useless. There was no longer a usable bomb in the room—but huge fortunes in the most valuable, most poisonous, and most deadly metal in the known world were spread around the floor.
Johnny looked at the deadly stuff. “Into your suit and out of here, son,” he said aloud. “I wonder what Towers will say?”
He walked toward the rack, intending to hang up the hammer. As he passed, the Geiger counter chattered wildly.
Plutonium hardly affects a Geiger counter; secondary infection from plutonium does. Johnny looked at the hammer, then held it closer to the Geiger counter. The counter screamed.
Johnny tossed it hastily away and started back toward his suit.
As he passed the counter it chattered again. He stopped short.
He pushed one hand close to the counter. Its clicking picked up to a steady roar. Without moving he reached into his pocket and took out his exposure film.
It was dead black from end to end.
III
Plutonium taken into the body moves quickly to bone marrow. Nothing can be done; the victim is finished. Neutrons from it smash through the body, ionizing tissue, transmuting atoms into radioactive isotopes, destroying and killing. The fatal dose is unbelievably small; a mass a tenth the size of a grain of table salt is more than enough—a dose small enough to enter through the tiniest scratch. During the historic “Manhattan Project” immediate high amputation was considered the only possible first-aid measure.
Johnny knew all this but it no longer disturbed him. He sat on the floor, smoking a hoarded cigarette, and thinking. The events of his long watch were running through his mind.
He blew a puff of smoke at the Geiger counter and smiled without humor to hear it chatter more loudly. By now even his breath was “hot”—carbon-14, he supposed, exhaled from his blood stream as carbon dioxide. It did not matter.
There was no longer any point in surrendering, nor would he give Towers the satisfaction—he would finish out this watch right here. Besides, by keeping up the bluff that one bomb was ready to blow, he could stop them from capturing the raw material from which bombs were made. That might be important in the long run.
He accepted, without surprise, the fact that he was not unhappy. There was a sweetness about having no further worries of any sort. He did not hurt, he was not uncomfortable, he was no longer even hungry. Physically he still felt fine and his mind was at peace. He was dead—he knew that he was dead; yet for a time he was able to walk and breathe and see and feel.
He was not even lonesome. He was not alone; there were comrades with him—the boy with his finger in the dike, Colonel Bowie, too ill to move but insisting that he be carried across the line, the dying Captain of the Chesapeake still with deathless challenge on his lips, Rodger Young peering into the gloom. They gathered about him in the dusky bomb room.
And of course there was Edith. She was the only one he was aware of. Johnny wished that he could see her face more clearly. Was she angry? Or proud and happy?
Proud though unhappy—he could see her better now and even feel her hand. He held very still.
Presently his cigarette burned down to his fingers. He took a final puff, blew it at the Geiger counter, and put it out. It was his last. He gathered several butts and fashioned a roll-your-own with a bit of paper found in a pocket. He lit it care-fully and settled back to wait for Edith to show up again. He was very happy.
He was still propped against the bomb case, the last of his salvaged cigarettes cold at his side, when the speaker called out again. “Johnny? Hey, Johnny! Can you hear me? This is Kelly. It’s all over. The Lafayette landed and Towers blew his brains out. Johnny? Answer me.”
When they opened the outer door, the first man in carried a Geiger counter in front of him on the end of a long pole. He stopped at the threshold and backed out hastily. “Hey, chief!” he called. “Better get some handling equipment—uh, and a lead coffin, too.”
* * *
"Four days it took the little ship and her escort to reach Earth. Four days while all of Earth's people awaited her arrival. For ninety-eight hours all commercial programs were of} television; instead there was an endless dirge—-the Dead March tram Saul, the Valhalla theme, Going Home, the Patrol's own Landing Orbit.
"The nine ships landed at Chicago Port. A drone tractor removed the casket from the small ship; the ship was then refueled and blasted off in an escape trajectory, thrown away into outer space, never again to be used for a lesser purpose.
"The tractor progressed to the Illinois town where Lieutenant Dahlquist had been born, while the dirge continued. There it placed the casket on a pedestal, inside a barrier marking the distance of safe approach. Space marines, arms reversed and heads bowed, stood guard around it; the crowds stayed outside this circle. And still the dirge continued.
"When enough time had passed, long, long after the heaped flowers had withered, the lead casket was enclosed in marble, just as you see it today."
Conclusion
When George Soros offers you millions of dollars and a lifetime of service by prostitutes as long as you do his bidding, would you do it? Don’t laugh. It happened. Check this out here;
What if you could get a nice pension for not teaching High School students the United States Constitution? Or looking the other way, when bills are passed that violate the Bill of Rights? What if by not taking any action, you would get enormous lumps of money and prestige? All you need to do is “be a team player” and “go with the flow”? What if?
Well it has happened. Go here…
What if you could get a position in government and collect all the top secret documents, and sell them to the highest bidding foreign nation? What if you could get away with it, and have all of the government support you? What if you could get away with it/ Would you do it?
It’s happened. Go here…
Ultimately the life we live is do to what we do, or what we do not do. The world that we live in today is a direct consequence of our actions, or (in the case of many Americans) our inaction. I think it is high time that we reverse this trend and start standing up for ourselves.
Take Aways
Fictional stories are enjoyable to read, but have meaning in important ways.
This story was written after World War II, when the idea of a tyrannical government was fresh in the minds of Americans.
Posts Regarding Life and Contentment
Here are some other similar posts on this venue. If you enjoyed this post, you might like these posts as well. These posts tend to discuss growing up in America. Often, I like to compare my life in America with the society within communist China. As there are some really stark differences between the two.
More Posts about Life
I have broken apart some other posts. They can best be classified about ones actions as they contribute to happiness and life. They are a little different, in subtle ways.
Stories that Inspired Me
Here are reprints in full text of stories that inspired me, but that are nearly impossible to find in China. I place them here as sort of a personal library that I can use for inspiration. The reader is welcome to come and enjoy a read or two as well.
The MAJestic leadership controls all MAJestic members. However, the organization controls and authorize programs and sub-programs upon the limitations of our understandings.
When we first agreed to work with the <redacted>, we thought of it as a simple technology transfer exercise. However, over time, as we expanded our understandings of the numerous species that we worked with, we began to obtain glimmerings of what we were REALLY working with and involved in.
Thus, we discovered that many times we thought we were doing one thing for one objective, only to find out (later) that we were doing one “piece of a puzzle”, that would eventually fit into a much larger puzzle or plan…
Introduction
There is a lot going on here in my narrative. In order to make sense out of what is going on, I am afraid that we will have to cover some ground and understanding regarding what our reality is.
This is because traveling through a dimensional portal is impossible in a Newtonian reality. It is absolutely, and positively impossible.
We are handicapped by our limited experiences, our knowledge, and our understandings. None of what we know allows for “dimensional doors”, no matter what you call them. That is, unless you make allowances for Magic…
Since most Americans have been “dumbed down” to a serf / peasant level (for reasons of political expediency), it would be very difficult for most to grasp the reality of what I describe. This includes what transpired during my first portal egress. (Not to mention, understanding autonomous MWI egress at will.)
Of course, I could simply launch into a statement of what is going on, and leave it at that. However, that is not in the best interests of this dialog. Our world is populated with people of all sorts of backgrounds, experiences, beliefs, and understandings. To best provide a real understanding of what is going on, some background information must be presented. It need not be complicated, but it does need to be presented.
With that in mind, let’s take a look at what a “dimension” is. For throughout my narrative I repeatedly use the term “dimensional travel”. Obviously what just transpired in the previous posts were perplexing. For me to simply state “oh, it was dimensional travel”, or “I entered a dimensional door”, or “my dimensional reality was altered” would be confusing and inappropriate at this time.
Maybe it would be best if I said that I exited from our reality and went elsewhere.
I exited our reality and went elsewhere.
The Real World
We, as humans, are unable to see the real world. We are unable.
Our physical senses are unable to see the way things really are. Our perception of time is wrong. Our ideas of distance are wrong. What we think about the universe, intelligence, and life are wrong. Our view of life is terribly faulted.
Our view of life is all incorrect.
What we do know, or at least think that we know, is not distributed throughout the population evenly. Terms used by certain people have completely different meanings to other people. This can be from simple English language terms, to scientific understandings. Many times complete and unified understandings are not obtainable.
Consider the word "niggerdly". It means miserly · parsimonious · close-fisted . Yet, there is a sizable proportion of the American population that would consider this to be a racist insult.
Dimensional travel is too complicated for most humans to understand. It is not what you would think, and can be very weird at times. As confusing the “real” world is, can you (the reader) accept how outrageously confusing it would be for a member of the general population?
This can be prevented if we define exactly what we are referring to “up front” in the beginning.
Thus, by using our brains, and by mastering the language of the universe we can begin to gain some basic understandings of it. With this understanding comes innovation and that perhaps someday soon, we will all be able to the see the universe as it really and actually is.
It’s a Quantum Reality
So what is our “reality”?
One theory is that consciousness is created on a quantum, sub-atomic scale through energy which is constantly contained in the universe. The theory is based on Einstein’s famous quote, when he said: “Energy cannot be created or destroyed, it can only be changed from one form to another.”Dr David Hamilton said all consciousness is and always has been in the universe through quantum particles, and when you are born, it is channelled into a physical being.-The Express(Pretty crude understanding of our reality. Heh.)
This section discusses what it is in accordance with the latest theories. Mind you, I am not hip and up with the latest theories. I am a layman who follows this subject out of interest. I am more a hobbyist and a “dabbler” rather than an expert. I am (very much) like the railroad engineer who runs the big steam locomotive engines of the 1930’s who reads up in thermodynamics in his spare time.
Look at this beauty. Observe the lines, the enormity of the great complex mechanical monster. Look at how small the workers look around it. Look at the environment. Absorb what it must have been like, the smells, the muggy air, and the hustle and bustle of the people on the platform in the early morning air.
According to the “latest” theories, our universe is composed of small things known as “quanta”.
Quanta is (for our purposes) the smallest “combination” of shapes that form the building blocks” of our universe. Since our universe is our actual reality, quanta is what our reality is made up of. Our reality is one filled with quanta.
Quanta form shapes and patterns that our physical bodies can observe and measure. Thus they define our reality and they help shape our experiences.
Since I discuss the “world” of quanta so frequently, maybe it is time to discuss the realms of where quanta exist. I do not think that it is a sufficient explanation to give to the reader that “quanta are ubiquitous”; that it is everywhere. That is true, but (again) fails to convey true and real meaning. Instead, perhaps we should look at the properties of this fundamental quanta as it pertains to where it disappears to.
Relative to a person living in the physical world, quanta seems to move about. This behaves in strange ways. It reacts with other particles, often unseen, and pops in and out of observed space. What is it doing? Where is it going, and whence did it come from? These are the questions that I try to attempt to answer here.
Well, for starters; quanta is everywhere. Every atom is composed of groups of quanta called particles. So anything made up of atoms is, in turn made up of the “stuff” of atoms; quantum particles. But we cannot perceive it due to the limited nature of our (coarse) senses. It is too small; too tiny to see. We have to infer it’s presence by theory and conclusions through observation of experiments.
Smaller than Quanta
Additionally, the latest theories posit that quanta is made up of even smaller components. These go by different names and concepts. There are those that follow the belief that these smallest components of quanta are mere vibrating “strings”. Others go into various detailed tangents regarding branes and theories regarding it.
The Unseen
Our (scientific) experiments tell us many interesting things; things far to numerous to mention here. But one thing is clear. There is an “unseen” component to the world that we live in. We can see the physical world by our physical senses, but we cannot see the “other” world. Our physical senses are limited. They cannot perceive it. Thus, this lack of perception has caused us to call it the “unseen world”.
The Rice Experiment opened more than a few teenage eyes on how their words and intentions impact their environment. Hopefully, the lesson will translate into their homes and future workplaces. The middle school teens conducted the Rice Experiment. After cooking a pot of rice, they placed a scoop of rice into separate, identical jars and sealed the lids. On the outside of one jar, they wrote “LOVE” while on the other jar they wrote, “HATE.” For the next week, they talked to the jars filling the LOVE jar with kind, loving, compassionate intentions and thoughts. They told the HATE jar it was stupid, ugly, mean and nasty. Then, they watched the results. A year later, these same jars sit on the shelf of our teen room, telling the story of our intentions. The LOVE jar, filled with our divine, loving intentions, remains filled with white fluffy rice. The HATE jar started decomposing right away and quickly turned into a grey, slimy sludge. No kidding. So, how can this occur if there ISN’T an unseen component to our reality?
To “underline” what was just stated; our reality (and our universe) is broken up into two distinct realities. These two realities are “the seen” (by our physical senses, and by extension, our devices and mechanisms), and the “unseen”. The “unseen” elements of our reality are what we cannot sense, and what our devices and mechanisms (as of current contemporaneous science) can not sense.
The universe and our reality is broken down into two distinct parts. They are;
The seen. These are things that we can perceive either by ourselves or with equipment.
The unseen. These are things that we are unable to perceive or sense.
Ah… the frustration!
There are those whose limited mindset permits them from accepting anything that they cannot physically perceive. They do not believe in “X-rays” because they cannot see them. They do not believe in thoughts, memories or ideas. These things are not viewed directly, but rather have to be inferred from, and cause a great deal of consternation in regards to physical communication.
In a like way the concepts of spirits, heaven, and the “unseen” are ridiculed, not because they cannot be seen, but rather that the abstract concepts of them cannot be adequately conveyed to others of a mere physical understanding.
This is a problem, that I believe, stems from the “traditional” understanding of what “heaven” is.
The traditional understanding of what heaven is.
Viewed from this traditional understanding, the prism through which we can view the unseen becomes difficult to conceptualize. In fact, there are many who try to link the traditional so that it is in agreement with modern discoveries and (yes indeed) theories of our existence.
That’s a pretty pointless endeavor.
The Traditional Model
The traditional model handicaps us. Because in that model everything that exists can be seen and viewed by humans as long as they are alive. If you cannot see or perceive it, then it does not exist, and it is part of the “spiritual” realm. Which is, of course, a realm that you can only find out about when you die.
Forget Tradition!
To really understand what our universe is, and to understand what our reality is, one must FORGET the traditional models of what heaven and reality actually is. Throw it all away. Ignore it. It is wrong. It is terribly, and awfully incorrect. Throw it all away!
The only way our physical bodies can resolve the unseen is through the rigors of mathematics. Unless the two people understand the language of mathematics and the physical relationships involved, they will not be able to communicate to each other what they cannot see. This includes quanta and the realms where the quanta disappear.
Indeed, quanta are pervasive in both the physical and the “unseen” worlds. These “unseen worlds” are other elements of the universe that we, as humans, are unable to perceive. The so-called “unseen worlds” are higher energy states of quanta; the states where the vast bulk of quanta exist in. But though thought, as well as reasoning and deductive inference, we can understand the nature of the universe. And, at that we can best understand how things work regarding quanta and the physical world.
In other words, we can reason what the “unseen reality” actually is. We can use mathematics to map out our reasoning strategy.
To this end, let us look at the “other places” that our mathematical language and physical experiments point to.
The other “places”
Let’s consider what these other “places” are. What are they?
The interface between the “Mental” and the “Casual” plane?
Purgatory?
Vyahrtis?
Cat Heaven?
A Dimensional Construct?
Indeed, these “other places” go by many names.
Most mathematicians call these places “dimensions”, while spiritualists call these places by various names often referring to “levels of heaven”. To add confusion there are other terms often used in different contexts by different people. This adds a great deal of confusion between people of different communication ability; a scientist would have trouble discussing what heaven is compared to a spiritualist discussing what a dimension actually is. Yet both are actually trying to describe the same thing.
Imagine that!
Let us spend some time discussing the term “dimensions”. It is an often abused term with many such definitions and understandings. Well, I am not a linguist, but I will try to elaborate in what I personally consider to be a “dimension” and its relevance to our subject at hand. I do this in the interests of communication.
There are so many ideas and concepts of what a dimension is, and what a dimensional level is that it all becomes imprecise and useless. Because of this, we need a shared structure; and understanding. We can use mathematics.
Mathematics is the language used to describe what Heaven is
“In five years there will be a thousand Keedoozles throughout the U.S…”
-Clarence Saunders
Let’s begin with what we know of as “conventional science”. As stated earlier, our conventional scientific belief is that everything in the physical universe is made up of very tiny string like forms. This theory or belief is known as “Super-string theory”. This is all part of our scientific need to create or generate an overall guiding Theory of Everything (TOC).
String theory, with all of its difficulties, is by far the most promising route to one of the most long-lasting and ambitious goals of natural science: a complete understanding of the microscopic laws of nature. In particular, it is by far the most promising way to reconcile gravity and quantum mechanics, the most important unsolved problem in fundamental physics. At the moment, it’s a notably incomplete and frustrating theory, but not without genuinely astonishing successes to its credit.
The basic idea is incredibly simple: instead of imagining that elementary particles are really fundamentally pointlike, imagine that they are one-dimensional loops or line segments — strings. Now just take that idea and try to make it consistent with the rules of relativity and quantum mechanics. Once you set off down this road, you are are inevitably led to a remarkably rich structure: extra dimensions, gauge theories, supersymmetry, new extended objects, dualities, holography, and who knows what else...
Most impressively of all, you are led to gravity: one of the modes of a vibrating string corresponds to a massless spin-two particle, whose properties turn out to be that of a graviton. It’s really this feature that separates string theory from any other route to quantum gravity. In other approaches, you generally start with some way of representing curved spacetime and try to quantize it, soon getting more or less stuck. In string theory, you just say the word “strings,” and gravity leaps out at you whether you like it or not.
And, the Theory of Everything…
Since Einstein, physicists have been working on a theory of everything (TOE). Logic dictates that for a true TOE, the TOE must be able to propose from first principles, why conservation of mass-energy and conservation of momentum hold. If these theories cannot, they cannot be TOEs. Unfortunately all existing TOEs have these conservation laws as their starting axioms, and therefore, are not true TOEs. The importance of this requirement is that if we cannot explain why conservation of momentum is true, like Einstein did with LFT, how do we know how to apply this in developing interstellar propulsion engines?
These tiny strings form up into different shapes and configurations. These forms are called quanta. There are specific names for each form; each one pretty cool and interesting.
(Quantum Physics.) The quanta then compile together into groupings or particles.
(Particle Physics.) The particles then amass into even larger physical objects called atoms.
(Chemistry) Atoms are the building blocks of the physical world and they in turn can form into a great variety of elements.
(Mechanics.) These elements can be in different shapes such as solid, liquid or gas, and many other quasi states in-between.
We need not worry ourselves with the physical manifestation of quanta. That is the realm of chemists, and physicists. The realm of the quanta is the domain of quantum physicists; these are the people whom study this curious and interesting subject.
The Universal Language
The language that ties all the physicists and chemists, engineers and scientists together is known as mathematics. Quanta is effected by thought and the relationship between thought and the regions where quanta dwells is the domain of spiritualists and religion. Since everyone speaks a different language in regards to their core specialty, it is understandable that there would be confusion.
Additionally, there are other considerations…
The New Scientist article The Omega Man, by science writer Marcus Chown. As Chown puts it: "Chaitin has shown that there are an infinite number of mathematical facts but, for the most part, they are unrelated to each other and impossible to tie together with unifying theorems."
In other words, mathematically, there is no single, preferred set of fundamental truths.
The mathematics that describes our reality is just one archipelago of self consistent postulates and theorems in a limitless ocean with infinite islands bearing no relationship to ours.
Since physics is described by mathematics, this may imply that what we perceive with microscopes and telescopes and particle accelerators as ordinary physical reality is also but one tiny subset of an infinitely greater reality.
Alternate realities created by other consciousnesses could be equally real yet radically different from ours.
Heaven as a Dimension described by Mathematics
According to the mathematics involved, currently the best theory of our universe is called Super-string theory.
In it, is the very interesting proposal that the universe exists in 10 different dimensions simultaneously. While we like to think in terms of a three dimensional “physical world”, “time”, and a six dimensional “spiritual world”, it is actually much simpler than that. (See elsewhere about my discussions regarding a 10 vs. an 11 dimensional universe.)
There is some very interesting work regarding octonions by way of their deep connections to string theory, M-theory and supergravity. Read about it HERE.
Just because we cannot “see” or sense something with our physical senses does not mean that it does not exist. Indeed, when someone mentions “different dimensions”, we tend to think of things like parallel universes. Which are but alternate realities that exist parallel to our own, but where things work or happened differently than in our universe. (Within my writings I refer to this as “world-line travel” to alternative realities.)
Some similar terms…
World-line
Time-line
Dimensional portal or door
MWI slide
“What if” world
Another “reality”
The mathematics behind this is all complex and way, way above my head. You know, guys, I was just a rider on the MWI. I did not design the equipment, install it or maintain it. I just used it. That being said, there are some interesting developments in regards to the science behind the MWI.
Consider the idea that algebra is not as fixed and a reliable tool as we would like to believe it is…
Much more bizarrely, the octonions are nonassociative, meaning (a × b) × c doesn’t equal a × (b × c). “Nonassociative things are strongly disliked by mathematicians,” said John Baez, a mathematical physicist at the University of California, Riverside, and a leading expert on the octonions.
“Because while it’s very easy to imagine noncommutative situations — putting on shoes then socks is different from socks then shoes — it’s very difficult to think of a nonassociative situation.”
If, instead of putting on socks then shoes, you first put your socks into your shoes, technically you should still then be able to put your feet into both and get the same result. “The parentheses feel artificial.”The octonions’ seemingly unphysical nonassociativity has crippled many physicists’ efforts to exploit them, but Baez explained that their peculiar math has also always been their chief allure.
-The Peculiar Math That Could Underlie the Laws of Nature
Illustrative Fictional Adventures
There have been many great science fiction stories on this theme; some of my favorites include “Job”, and “The cat that could walk through walls” both by Robert Heinlein. In any event, a person who could “travel” from one dimension into another might find themselves in a world where there is no letter “J”, or a world where dinosaurs still exist.
However, the reality of dimensions and how they play a role in the ordering of our Universe is really quite different from this popular characterization.
Job: A Comedy of Justice is a novel by Robert A. Heinlein published in 1984. The title is a reference to the biblical Book of Job and James Branch Cabell's book Jurgen, A Comedy of Justice. It won the Locus Award for Best Fantasy Novel in 1985 and was nominated for the Nebula Award for Best Novel in 1984, and the Hugo Award for Best Novel in 1985. The story examines religion through the eyes of Alex, a Christian political activist who is corrupted by Margrethe, a Danish Norse cruise ship hostess — and who loves every minute of it. Enduring a shipwreck, an earthquake, and a series of world-changes brought about by Loki (with Jehovah's permission), Alex and Marga work their way from Mexico back to Kansas as dishwasher and waitress.
Quantum theory has some strange implications, one of which is the existence of parallel universes.* If physical reality does bifurcate at every quantum event, creating an infinite number of alternative realities, what happens to consciousness? Does it split as well, implying that twin minds exist in parallel but isolated states? Or does consciousness continue on a single trajectory, thus maintaining the presumed uniqueness of the individual personality? Could consciousness migrate from one trajectory to another, inhabiting perhaps several alternative worlds, or bodies, in the course of its existence? And what are the moral responsibilities of a conscious mind which finds itself in radically different social environments? These questions are important, especially if you are Heinlein’s protagonist Alex, a priggish, religious fundamentalist and racist but who still possesses enough nineteenth century pluck and grit to confront cosmic uncertainty head on.
Whenever they manage to make some stake, an inconveniently timed change into a new alternate reality throws them off their stride (once, the money they earned is left behind in another reality; in another case, the paper money earned in a Mexico which is an empire is worthless in another Mexico which is a republic). These repeated misfortunes, clearly effected by some malevolent entity, make the hero identify with the Biblical Job.
The experience of being thrust from one version of reality to another is a
fact that a fundamentalist interpretation of scripture just doesn’t
cover. Not unless the Christian God is as playfully sadistic as he is
reportedly bloodthirsty. Perhaps the old Norse Loki, the pesky divine
practical joker, is actually behind such apparent irrationality. This is
the god of changing rules; just when you think you know the way the
world works from a moral perspective, Loki pulls the rug out.
And…
The Cat Who Walks Through Walls is a science fiction novel by American writer Robert A. Heinlein, published in 1985. Like many of his later novels, it features Lazarus Long and Jubal Harshaw as supporting characters. Campbell and Novak are rescued by an organization known as the Time Corps under the leadership of Lazarus Long.
After giving Campbell a new leg to replace one lost in combat years before, the Time Corps attempt to recruit Campbell for a special mission. Accepting only on Gwen's account, Campbell agrees to assist a team to retrieve the decommissioned Mike, a sentient computer introduced in The Moon is a Harsh Mistress.
Engaged in frequent time-travel, the Time Corps has been responsible for changing various events in the past, creating an alternate universe with every time-line they disrupt. Mike's assistance is needed in order to accurately predict the conditions and following events in each of the new universes created. Campbell's frequent would-be assassins are revealed to be members of contemporary agencies also engaged in time manipulation who, for unknown reasons, do not want to see Mike rescued by the Time Corps.
Let’s break it down into something very simple. Let’s have a look at what our “reality” actually is; To break it down, dimensions are simply the different facets of what we perceive to be reality.
That is it.
Dimensions as Degrees of Perception
We call what we observe facets of the dimensions that surround us. Indeed, we are immediately aware of the three dimensions that surround us on a daily basis – those that define the length, width, and depth of all objects in our universes (the x, y, and z axes, respectively). We see them because our senses can perceive them. (Ah, but are the dimensions actually there?)
Consider something called “shape dynamics.” Its supporters describe it as a new way of looking at gravity, although it could end up being quite a bit more than that. It appears to give a radical new picture of space and time. It could even alter our view of what’s “real” in the universe.
Einstein, who tackled gravity in his masterpiece, general relativity—a theory that’s just celebrated its 100th anniversary. Back in 1915, Einstein showed how gravity and geometry were linked, that what we imagine as the “force” of gravity can be thought of as a curvature in space and time. Ten years earlier, Einstein had shaken things up by showing that space and time are relative: What we measure with our clocks and yardsticks depends on the relative motion of us and the object being measured. But even though space and time are relative in Einstein’s theory, scale remains absolute. A mouse and elephant can roam the cosmos, but if the elephant is bigger somewhere, it’s bigger everywhere. The elephant is “really” bigger than the mouse.
In shape dynamics, though, size is relative, but the shape of objects becomes a real, objective quality. From the shape dynamics perspective, we’d say that we can only be sure that the elephant is bigger than the mouse if they’re right next to each other, and we’re there too, with our yardstick. Should either beast stray from our location, we can no longer be certain of their true sizes. Whenever they reunite, we can once again measure their relative sizes; that ratio won’t change—but again, we can only perform the measurement if we’re all next to one another. Shape, unlike size, doesn’t suffer from such uncertainty.
This suggests that “size” isn’t real in any absolute sense; it’s not an objective quantity. With shape dynamics, we’re taking this very simple idea and trying to push it as far as we can. And what we realized is that you can have relativity of scale and reproduce a theory of gravity which is equivalent to Einstein’s theory—but you have to abandon the notion of relative time.
Beyond these three visible dimensions, scientists believe that there may many more.
In fact, the theoretical framework of Super-string Theory posits that the universe exists in ten different dimensions. (There is still some argument about 10 vs. 11 dimensions.) These different aspects are what govern the universe, the fundamental forces of nature, and all the elementary particles contained within.
What I want to do is discuss these “invisible” dimensions in the context and framework of our subject at hand. They are invisible to us because our senses cannot perceive them.
Two Realities exist for Humans
So, to keep things simple and clear; there are but two realities experienced by humans. There is a “seen” dimension, and there is an “unseen” dimension. Our relationships between the “seen” and the “unseen” is governed by the limitations of our physical bodies as human with individualized soul constructs.
I have covered why this is the case in sufficient detail here;
I have covered this ψ-ontic / ψ-epistemic duality in THIS POST HERE. I break down that the reality that we exist in is a construct. This construct lies within a much more expansive universe. However, we cannot modify it because there is a threshold that consciousness cannot approach.
There are various solutions to this problem.
The Solutions
What way can we best understand how dimensions (and dimensional constructs) behave within our universe? We aren’t exactly sure, as we are still exploring this avenue of thought.
As such, we then can use that understanding to modify them and travel in and about them. Here are some ideas currently being bantered about…
The extra dimensions are compactified on a very small scale.
We may live on a 3-dimensional sub-manifold corresponding to a brane.
Loop Quantum Gravity. Maybe it’s made up of finite, quantized entities.
Asymptotic safety, might explain why dimensional observation is limited.
Causal Dynamical Triangulations suggests that space is discrete.
Entropic gravity, a model where gravity is not a fundamental force.
Let’s review them briefly, shall we…
1-Compactified as a Calabi-Yau manifold
The extra dimensions are compactified on a very small scale. If the extra dimensions are compactified, then the extra six dimensions must be in the form of a Calabi–Yau manifold. While imperceptible as far as our senses are concerned, they would have governed the formation of the universe from the very beginning.
Fine, but, why so physically small?
2-A 3-Dimensional sub-manifold as a brane
Our world may live on a 3-dimensional sub-manifold corresponding to a brane, on which all known particles besides gravity would be restricted (aka. brane theory).
3-Loop Quantum Gravity
Loop Quantum Gravity. LQG. Maybe space acts like a fabric, but perhaps it’s made up of finite, quantized entities. And perhaps it’s woven out of “loops,” which is where the theory gets it name from. Weave these loops together and you get a spin network, which represents a quantum state of the gravitational field. In this picture, not just the matter itself but space itself is quantized. Thus our dimensional experiences are limited by our perceptions of quantized space.
4-Asymptotic SafetyAsymptotic safety, might be a way to explain why dimensional observation is limited. Progress has been made, most notably by Christof Wetterich, who had two groundbreakingpapers in the 1990s. More recently, Wetterich used asymptotic safety to calculate a prediction for the mass of the Higgs boson before the LHC found it. He was absolutely correct!
5-Causal Dynamical Triangulations
Causal Dynamical Triangulations. This idea, CDT, is one of the newer theories that are being discussed. It was first developed in 2000 by Renate Loll and expanded on by others since. It’s similar to LQG in that space itself is discrete, but is primarily concerned with how that space itself evolves.
One interesting property of this idea is that time must be discrete as well! As an interesting feature, it gives us a 4-dimensional space-time (not even something put in a priori, but something that the theory gives us) at the present time, but at very, very high energies and small distances (like the Planck scale), it displays a 2-dimensional structure.
It’s based on a mathematical structure called a simplex, which is a multi-dimensional analogue of a triangle.
6-Emergent gravity
Emergent gravity. And finally, we come to what's probably the most speculative, recent of the quantum gravity possibilities. Emergent gravity only gained prominence in 2009, when Erik Verlinde proposed entropic gravity, a model where gravity was not a fundamental force, but rather emerged as a phenomenon linked to entropy.
In fact, the seeds of emergent gravity go back to the discoverer of the conditions for generating a matter-antimatter asymmetry, Andrei Sakharov, who proposed the concept back in 1967. This research is still in its infancy, but as far as developments in the last 5–10 years go, it’s hard to ask for more than this.
Anyways…
So let us begin with what we know about these perceptible and imperceptible realms. Or more accurately, what I know about reality and build up “backwards” to help the reader best understand how everything fits together.
Heaven as I Understand It
What everyone seems to think “Heaven” is, is the sum totality of what there is. It is all and everything. Including this blog post and you.
Heaven is also graduated. It possesses different regions and areas. Each region or area have different concentrations of quanta. They form different densities. Some of which are very dense with one type of quanta, and others are dense with other combinations of quanta. It is a complex “soup” or “stew” of quanta that pop in and out and move about all under the influence of other “influences” (I will discuss these later.).
Consider "Heaven" to be everything. It includes the physical universe and the unseen "Heavens" often referred to in religious writings. It is a place where everything is composed of the smallest building blocks or components possible - quanta.
Within this realm, are clumps and arrangements of quanta. The quanta naturally starts to entangle with other quanta. They form arrangements, and dance about in certain ways. Over time, they get larger and more complex. They form things. They precipitate into simpler, slower and coarser things such as physical rocks, dust and energy.
On many websites, and books, the concentration of the “Big Bang” theory always revolves around the formation of the physical universe. It rarely discusses the formation of the unseen universe, and the components of branes, strings, and quanta.
Eventually, some of the quanta form into constructions that obtain sentience. The groups of quanta with sentience are called "souls".
The souls realize that the way that they can grow and advance is to organize their quanta. There is only one problem. Quanta can only organize through entanglements. They need to entangle with other quanta.
The way entanglements work is through association, or better yet, experiences.
Our Bubble of Reality
So, in order to obtain these experience, the soul creates a bubble within Heaven.
It is an environment where the soul can obtain experiences. These “bubbles” are regions that can best be defined as a construction. They are constructed regions manufactured by a given soul to obtain experiences within. These regions are unique and custom for a given consciousness.
A soul exists within “Heaven”. It creates a “bubble” and places a physical body within this bubble. This body experiences the bubble as “reality”. That is what our reality actually is. In the picture above, we see a particular soul, soul A creates an construct. This is a bubble of reality. That reality consists of a physical person surrounded by a physical and a non-physical reality that is determined by the senses of the physical person so constructed.
A soul would connect to this bubble of reality via a “tube” or an interface. We call that interface as “consciousness”. Souls can have multiple consciousnesses but only one consciousness may occupy a given reality at a time.
A bubble of reality consists of four set “dimensions”. Three spacial dimensions and one of entropy; time.
The "passage of time" is simply our reality bubble changing by our thoughts. Additionally, other nearby bubbles also move about and change. They can influence our bubble as well.
The control over this bubble of reality is quite possible. That is because our reality changes with our thoughts. Each thought changes it.
Thoughts of the consciousness within the reality can alter the reality. Thoughts can make or break the experiences of the consciousness. As such the soul can learn from the consciousness and it’s decision making process. This is of course, through manipulation of the three dimensions plus the “dimension” of time.
Consciousness experience events within the reality. As such they generate thoughts. The thoughts alter and create the reality that the consciousness exists within. As such, the consciousness obtains experiences and learns from them.
A really basic diagram of the general organization of “Human” Heaven. Each individual soul constructs a “reality”. It them provides a conduit to the biological presence within that reality. This conduit is known as “consciousness”. Note that no two consciousnesses share the same reality. However, there can be influences in the non-physical reality aspects.
“Seen” dimensions typically are referred to as the physical world. While “unseen” dimensions are referred to as various levels or dimensions of Heaven.
But, what exactly is heaven?
Please refer to the image above. How “heaven” is organized. (above). This diagram if a simplistic version of what a human “heaven” looks like. Let’s suppose you (the reader) is sitting down in your house reading this manuscript. That figure is the icon of the blue person shown by (B). You exist within this “bubble” or reality also shown by (R1). This “reality” includes the chair you sit in, the television show that you are watching, and the coffee beside you.
Extending beyond your (physical) reality is your “extended” (non-physical) reality (R2) which consists of your thoughts, memories and everything associated with it (also known as the “quantum cloud”).
Your thoughts regarding what you are now reading are moving about in this (R2) reality. This area contains not only thought, but emotion and other generated “influences” (far too complex to discuss at this time).
However, you have a soul (A) that is part of who you are. This soul only partially occupies your reality. In fact, it spends the vast bulk of it’s time outside of your “reality”. You know it exists, but you are unaware of it’s “day to day” experiences, challenges and behaviors.
Your soul can create numerous “realities” with numerous “individuals” (of which YOU are but one of the people that your soul creates) occupying those realities. This can occur at different times and at different locations. However, for now, let’s keep it simple and suppose your soul has created only one “realty” (R1) and (R2) for one person (B), you the reader.
Now, let’s suppose that you are married to another person that is part of your life. (A pretty common situation.)
That person would be represented by (C) which is but a “quantum shadow” of another person. It is not the ACTUAL person. It only seems that way. (Though in your reality, that person is just as real as anything else in your reality.)
What you see is their world-line version of where they married you and share your reality. It is not an actual reality (from their point of view, but rather the world-line version of them). (Your quantum-shadow spouse is but one version of a near infinite number of world-line variations of that particular person.)
That person (D) is actually living within their own “reality “just like you are. They may or may not see a quantum shadow of you. It is all determined by their version of reality. This of course is determined by their soul (E).
What is of most interest here is how their thoughts affect your reality (R1 & R2). While we all have our own “bubble” or reality that we live and exist within, our reality is constantly in flux by the thoughts of others (G). We view these effects as the “passage of time”.
A really basic diagram of the general organization of “Human” Heaven. Each individual soul constructs a “reality”. It them provides a conduit to the biological presence within that reality. This conduit is known as “consciousness”. Note that no two consciousnesses share the same reality. However, there can be influences in the non-physical reality aspects.
The influence of the quantum-shadow of those nearest to us absolutely shape and mold the realities that we participate in. We can alter their influence by having “strong personalities”, or trying to isolate ourselves from others. However, the more we do so, the less likely we are to learn lessons and have experiences. It is the overlap of thought influences that create the experiences that we learn from.
Both your (A) soul and your spouse’s soul (E) exist within a heaven (F).
Your soul’s can work out different “realities” or “adventures” for both of you to share to obtain experiences.
A given consciousness with interact with the quantum shadows of other consciousnesses. Together they share experiences. The experiences can be good or bad, but they ultimately help align quanta so that a soul can grow and learn. Thus, it is very important that a given consciousness get the BEST experiences while it is part of a given reality.
The idea, of course, is to obtain experiences and configure the quantum clouds associated with the constructed realities that the soul utilizes. As soul grows and configures itself, it can “improve” and evolve. Hopefully towards an approved soul archetype and sentience.
In the movie “What dreams may come” a Hollywood version of what Heaven might look like is provided. It’s a nice image. However, Heaven can be anything or nothing depending on the thoughts of the soul. Our sentience creates the type of Heavenly realm that our soul inhabits. Which is WHY it is important for humans to have a single defined sentience; one that does not disrupt the sentience’s of other species. In other words, an approved sentience and physical archetype.
As it improves and grows, the vast bulk of it’s quantum configuration dwells at different energy states. Each different energy state has a different place in heaven (F). Two are indicated by (J) and (I).
To prevent confusion, I would suggest that the reader consider “reality” as the first three dimensions, plus “time” as the fourth dimension.
I would then suggest that the fifth dimension, as world-line swapping (alteration of the “reality” “bubble”). This is very easy to visualize by using the above-mentioned model. For to understand what is happening in this case, the “quantum shadows” within your reality are being rearranged.
Fifth-dimensional travel as world-line travel.
In “world-line” travel, all that is taking place is that the “quantum shadows” are being rearranged within one’s “bubble” of “reality”. This is fifth-dimensional travel. In the example above, Fifth-dimensional travel as world-line travel.
Quantum shadow (C) changes to fit the new revised “realty”. (It is now a yellow person instead of a red person.) We, as a participant within our reality look upon these changes as “world-line” travel.
From this point of view, it should be clear. That obtaining world-line dimensional travel is actually accessing our own soul and requesting it to alter our reality to fit our needs, while at the same time keeping the educational lessons that we are to obtain the same or better. This can be accomplished through certain techniques. In my case, we utilized a biological artifice to bend reality (within the confines of my experience structure).
So, in all actuality, there isn’t really any kind of “travel” at all. What is actually happening is the “reality” construct changes in accordance with the wants and needs of the soul.
If a given person, within a “reality” bubble wants to change his “world-line” he would be able to do so with the proper technology. However the changed “world-line” that manifests would be one that would either have the same and equal types of experiences for the soul, or that it would be one that would have more or “better” experiences.
There are even more interesting nuanced versions of “world-line” travel at the “higher” dimensional values. However, for our purposes, let’s keep it simple. I would then suggest anything above the fifth dimension as the realm of “heaven”.
Soul Summary
In summary, then the reader must recognize that the architect of our reality is our own soul. Our reality is a fabricated construct for the purposes of obtaining experiences, and learning so that the quanta (generated by thoughts) migrate into different forms. These different forms result in the shape of our soul. As such, different souls have different energy and positional states within heaven.
Souls in heaven. (With individual realities shown.).
Multiple Dimensions Visualized
The reader might find it helpful to imagine multiple dimensions though a video or short movie. These products exist on the Internet. Some of the better ones include the following.
Now, the reader should not be confused, I am not an expert on this. All that I am is a traveler who utilized the MWI for MAJestic purposes. This video helped me personally better understand what transpired through my experiences.
Imagining the Tenth Dimension – Rob Bryanton (Introductory.)
Well, there are those who completely disagree with this theory and the belief in multiple dimensions and world-line travel.
I believe in the MWI because I was part of MAJestic and I participated in it. So it was easy for me to believe. Others are not so easy to convince. Trust me, I went through some pretty convincing MWI slides let me tell you the reader. Do you want to read about my "training"? Go here...
Here’s another couple of videos…
TEDxBoulder – Thad Roberts – Visualizing Eleven Dimensions (Pretty darn good precisely as he covers the actual “reality” of what space actually is.)
Imagining 10 Dimensions – the Movie (It takes the first video and goes into multiple world-line theory. Worth the viewing time.)
The First, Second and Third Dimensions
Let us begin with a talk about the known and observed world; the physical.
This is the reality that we can perceive, and that we think all other biological creatures can also perceive. It is this realm that almost all the known science and engineering feats of the last century were built upon.
The first dimension, as already noted, is that which gives it length (aka. the x-axis). A good description of a one-dimensional object is a straight line, which exists only in terms of length and has no other discernible qualities. Pretty boring. Indeed. But, add to it a second dimension, the y-axis (or height), and you get an object that becomes a 2-dimensional shape (like a square). Now things get interesting. For we can have art, and pictures and blueprints. The third dimension adds breath and scope. It is the “z” axis of our observable universe. These three dimensions are what describe 3D space; or 3D movies, or 3D CAD software. It is nothing less than what we can experience with our senses.
How we thought it worked…
While this sounds so simple, in truth the mathematics of it can be quite formidable.
At the time when I was involved in MAJestic, we were “pretty sure” that the dimensions that we observed (the 3D world) were but a hologram. This idea, the universe as a hologram, was first proposed in the 1990’s by physicists Dr. Gerard ‘t Hooft and Dr. Leonard Susskind as a way to solve a fundamental inconsistency between quantum physics and general relativity.
At the time, research showed that the holographic principle held in theoretical worlds (The anti-de Sitter spaces.). But, the scientists were pretty baffled, because evidence suggesting that it holds under the conditions found in our own universe had been limited. The issue then was validation of the principles proposed in flat space-time.
At the time of this writing, easily over ten years since I left MAJestic active duty, physicists used two theories of flat space-time to calculate a physical measure known as “entanglement entropy.”
The term describes the amount of entanglement in a quantum system. This is where particles are linked and exert influence on each other across a distance; “entanglement”.
Thus, if quantum gravity in a flat space allows for a holographic description by a standard quantum theory, then there must by physical quantities, which can be calculated in both theories.
The reader need not get too hung up on terms and phrases. Terms can be confusing. This is most common when new terms and phases are introduced “rapid fire” with little utility or context to initiate familiarity. Entropy is just a way of measuring a characteristic or property of something. In this usage, it refers to just how many quanta are entangled.
Indeed, they found that the value of the entanglement entropy in both theories was the same, which means it is possible the holographic principle does actually apply to our universe and by extension, our universe could be holographic. If so, then it is bound by the controls established by the other dimensional levels; “Heaven”.
So, let’s look at what Heaven actually is. For the purposes herein, let us consider Heaven to be all the other dimensions described by mathematics outside of the first three dimensions. Further, let us be rather simple, and refer to all the dimensions of heaven either as “dimensions” or as “levels”.
These are my conventions only, and the reader is free to utilize their own as they desire.
The Fourth Dimension
While the third dimension involves depth (the z-axis), and gives all objects a sense of area and a cross-section. (The perfect example of this is a cube, which exists in three dimensions and has a length, width, depth, and hence volume.) Many people think that that is where dimensional space ends.
That is not true.
For indeed, beyond these three lie the seven dimensions which are not immediately apparent to us, but which can be still be perceived as having a direct effect on the universe and reality as we know it.
Many scientists believe that the fourth dimension is time, which governs the properties of all known matter at any given point. (I am one such person who does not associate or believe that “time” is a dimension.) Along with the three other dimensions, knowing an objects position in time is essential to plotting its position in the universe.
The other dimensions are where the deeper possibilities come into play, and explaining their interaction with the others is where things get particularly tricky for physicists.
Time is a tricky subject.
It should not exist mathematically, but it is perceived to exist by our physical bodies. Our extraterrestrial friends tell us that time is not what we think it is, and we should be very careful using this term correctly. They describe it as a non-critical aspect of the equations of reality that “cancels out” in utility.
The reader can consider this fourth dimension as “time” or as “volume”. What ever it is, it is a fundamental part of the reality that we experience.
For reasons of simplicity, let’s just consider the fourth dimension as something rather simple. The fourth dimension is a barrier that wraps up all the other dimensions together. (I know it’s a cop-out, but that is how I deal with it on a personal level.)
The Fifth Dimension
“You develop an instant global consciousness, a people orientation, an intense dissatisfaction with the state of the world, and a compulsion to do something about it. From out there on the moon, international politics look so petty. You want to grab a politician by the scruff of the neck and drag him a quarter of a million miles out and say, ‘Look at that, you son of a bitch.”― Edgar D. Mitchell
According to Superstring Theory, the fifth and sixth dimensions are where the notion of possible “Heavenly” worlds arises.
If we could see on through to the fifth dimension, we would see a world “slightly” different from our own that would give us a means of measuring the similarity and differences between our world and other possible ones.
This is where all those great “what if”, and alternate reality science fiction stories come from. (But that is not really true, those are fanciful fictional adventures. The reality is similar but quite different in all functionality.)
The fifth and six dimensions are NOT where those of the “new age” movements would refer to this as the astral or other “planes” of existence. Those are the NON-PHYSICAL realms that are associated with the physical reality. The astral, casual, and other planes described in various Eastern religions are the “non seen” realms associated with our physical (seen) reality. They have three dimensions plus time / volume. They are NOT elements of the fifth, sixth, or higher “dimensions”.
In this fifth dimensional existence and energy state one can “travel” or become immersed into the concepts of “alternative worlds” quite easily. As it is a universe of probability and alternatives.
Fundamentally, at the fundamental or base level it is a place of higher energy quanta. (A first level or gateway towards variations of discrete quantum behavior. This is where they apparently appear to pop in and out of existence. But that is only from our particular view point.)
Paradise can be found here. All we need to do is get a strong hold on our feelings; our emotions, and our thoughts. If we cannot, we are like a sheet in the midst of a terrible hurricane.
The reader should recognize that this is the world of “alternate universes” such as described in the movie trilogy “back to the Future”, or in the books by Robert Heinlein, “The cat that could walk through walls”, “The number of the beast” and “Job”.
The Number of the Beast is a science fiction novel by American writer Robert A. Heinlein, published in 1980. The first (paperback) edition featured a cover and interior illustrations by Richard M. Powers.
Here four individuals travel in a modified air car named Gay Deceiver, which is equipped with the professor's "continua" device and armed by the Australian Defense Force.
The continua device was built by Professor Burroughs while he was formulating his theories on n-dimensional non-euclidean geometry.
The geometry of the novel's universe contains six dimensions; the three spatial dimensions known to the real world, and three time dimensions - t, the real world's temporal dimension, τ (tau), and т (teh).
The continua device can travel on all six axes. The continua device allows travel into various fictional universes, such as the Land of Oz, as well as through time.
Fifth Dimension Travel Limitations
The fifth dimension is only accessible by creatures with a “Service to others” sentience. (And their resulting soul configurations.) For us humans to access these dimensions we would need to utilize mechanisms as described earlier, or in my case, entangle with an extraterrestrial with a multi-dimensional soul configuration.
As far as I know, ONLY service-to-others sentience can access world-line travel using the techniques that I am aware of.
That is because “service-to-self” sentience’s spawn a different type of world-line. Yes, they can travel, but the nature of the worlds so created are too addictive to the traveler. They tend to be snared inside their own creations. They find it impossible to leave.
MAJestic Access to Fifth Dimensional Travel
The dimensional portal as described elsewhere was a fifth-dimension portal.
MAJestic utilizes this portal as a transport mechanism. It takes the individual to certain destinations. These destinations, while they are on different “world-lines”, are all very similar to the egress “world-line”. As such this method can be used for apparent geolocation travel, apparent time travel, and (of course) used to take the members and agents to safe and secure “world-lines” where MAJestic and extraterrestrial benefactors are located.
Who needs a rocket ship when you can just walk through a portal?
Risks
This type of portal egress can only function properly if the person is of a set defined sentience. That sentience is “Service for others”.
Were a service-to-self person were to pass through the portal, they would end up in an environment that would not match that by with the MAJestic organization had created. They would enter and disappear (relative to MAJestic leadership).
What the individual would experience would be anyone’s guess.
Dimensional travel can be perilous if one is not absolutely certain of their sentience and how their thoughts work. Improper programming could result in destination realities (world-lines) that differ substantially from one’s initial intention.
However, I would dare say that it would not fit the programming of the portal. To lie on the form. To lie to the commander, and to have an intention other than what the benefactors would provide would be quite lethal to the traveler. Not only to the physical body, but the soul consciousness as well.
I assume it would be lethal. Maybe it wouldn't. Maybe all that would happen is that they enter a reality that does not match what the gate was programmed for and does not align with their thoughts. Maybe they would enter a really messed up world-line. Some ideas of what they might end up in, for shits and giggles, could be...
A world-line that is perfection. A service-for-self person might find themselves on a world-line where they live a very satisfying and perfect life. One, so amazing and so tantalizing, that they would never desire to leave it. Maybe a little like the Ray Bradbury story "Here there be Tygers".
A world-line that is dominated by Service-to-self individuals. They might find themselves as a slave in a harem or a drone-worker under very primitive conditions. Here they would not be the "top dog boss", but rather on the other side of the spectrum. They might end up living a very terrible life with no way out of it.
They might damage their consciousness, or their soul. We exist within this reality for a purpose. To try to thwart our purpose could have dangerous consequences for the uninitiated. How about a terrible reincarnation cycle that might last centuries? Or perhaps, a long sequence of reincarnated lives as a cripple, a mental retard, or some other hardship. It could be horrible.
They might find themselves materializing as something other than a human.Maybe they egress as a monkey or a goat. Or maybe they egress to a world-line where they are invisible, or very, very sick.
They might find themselves in a world-line without hands or feet. Such as what was portrayed in the movie "The Butterfly Effect".
It is absolutely critical that when you surf the MWI and slide into other world-lines that you are honest with your intent. You cannot lie and act under deceptive concepts and expect your destination reality to be conserved. It doesn’t work that way. Which is one of the reasons why MAJestic members all have one sentience and not a mixture of other sentience’s.
The “Fifth Dimension” Summary
Is the realm of “what if” worlds or alternative World-lines.
With the proper technology, travel in the fifth dimension is possible. (World-Line travel.)
Certain soul archetypes naturally have this ability to travel within the fifth dimension.
The human mind can meditate and “touch” this reality, but will not experience it without soul permissions.
Our inherent “soul permissions” limit our travel to four dimensions obviously, however we can control fifth dimensional reality by mental discipline. In fact, we can control the migration of our reality by thought (fifth dimensional ability).
MAJestic uses fixed technology for fifth-dimensional travel. This is both geographic, temporal, and of course world-line variant.
The Sixth Dimension
Only creatures with minds tuned to higher dimensions can understand them.
“Who is more real? Homer or Ulysses? Shakespeare or Hamlet? Burroughs or Tarzan?”― Robert A. Heinlein, The Number of the Beast
As in many of his later works, Heinlein refers to the idea of solipsism, but in this book develops it into an idea he called “World as Myth”. This is the idea that universes are created by the act of imagining them. Which is pretty much the way it actually works. Thus in his later writings, all fictional worlds are in fact real and all real worlds are figments of fictional figures’ fancy. This is why Heinlein uses the Ouroboros symbology in later works like The Cat Who Walks Through Walls. This also plays into the ideology of “Thou Art God” from Heinlein’s earlier work Stranger In A Strange Land.
Different animals have different minds and different understandings.
In the sixth dimension, we would see a plane of all the possible worlds, where we could compare and position all the possible universes that start with the same initial conditions as this one (i.e. the Big Bang).
In this plane of all possible universes, everything is possible. The fictional worlds that you have read about and watched can be just as real as your today is.
Scene is from the movie “Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow”. By effectively using dimensional travel, you can visit all kinds of alternative worlds. Some much like the one that you currently inhabit, and other wildly different.
Indeed, in theory, if you could master the fifth and sixth dimension, you could travel back in time or go to different futures. Thus lending support to the idea that time does not really exist, but is rather a mathematical construct that controls the entropic states of the lower three dimensions.
I have often wondered what it is about cats and Buddha…
Those in the “new age” movement might refer to this as the “higher” planes of existence.
Such as “casual”, the “mental”, and “spiritual” planes. (But actually, all of the spiritual names and concepts for this dimensional existence are but simplistic terms and definitions for a complex behavior of groups of arranged quanta.)
For our purposes, in regards to “Heaven”, these are “higher energy states” that are reachable given proper training and the right quantum makeup. Never the less they are nothing more than the “unseen” reality of our current “seen” physical reality. They are NOT elements of dimensions higher than the 4th dimension.
Access to dimensional states; the “higher” levels of Heaven is determined by one’s sentience.
“Service to others” sentience permits travel to higher states of heaven.
“Service to self” sentience” is very limiting and does not permit travel to these higher levels. Typically, a “Service to self” sentience is limited to this dimensional heaven and would be unable to advance further.
Some special soul configurations such as the <redacted> possess a unique sentience. I refer to this sentience as a “Stilted Service to self” sentience. It provides the illusion of higher order excursions, but does not actually grant this ability. It is all an illusion.
In the quantum world, the residences or “planes” or existence for the soul; “Heaven” exist in these dimensions. Most interactions with quanta and quantum level devices occur in this dimensional construct. (And it is an actual construct. These constructs are generated by the powers of group thought.)
Why do cats find Buddha so comfortable?
The “sixth dimension” Summary
Can be considered to be what many consider to be “Heaven”.
Is the realm of the various “levels” and planes of existence that humans recognize.
Is the realm of all possible world-lines, and all possible time-lines, and all possible layers of “heaven”.
This is an infinite number of alternate world-lines, time-lines, and Heavens.
Mastery of six dimensional travel is possible with certain soul configurations.
Some earth creatures have this ability, and we as humans are unaware of this fact.
Personally, I like to think that sixth dimensional travel in one where you can visit all the possible alternative world-lines AT ANY TIME along their time progression.
I don’t know how accurate this thought is, but it would be possible in that it would involve porting of Heavenly abilities. As such, the most amazing world-lines would be possible.
World-lines of the most extreme limits of possibility (and improbability) are possible in 6th dimensional travel. Consider this realm to be one where every movie ever conceived, including comics and cartoons, and book stories have a reality where they exist. Here, you craziest thoughts, dreams, and (of course) nightmares can and does exist.
Ah. Some creatures are capable of living within a sixth dimensional reality due to the nature of their souls. They live in peace even though their situation might be far from it. We as humans do not give this any concern, nor do we even consider it. Yet it is a reality.
The Seventh Dimension
Consider a universe that transcends physical laws (rules) and the template of our reality.
In this reality, there are “new” or “different” physical laws.
In the seventh dimension, you have access to the possible worlds that start with different initial conditions. Whereas in the fifth and sixth, the initial conditions were the same and subsequent actions were different, here, everything is different from the very beginning of time.
This is a scene from the movie titled “The Never ending story”. At this level of control the universe can become a very, very different place with different rules and different physical laws.
It is extremely difficult to visualize this kind of reality. Think of this as everything in the universe from the Big bang to every possible future; all of which is accessible by the observer at any given moment.
However, this need not be so strange. Elsewhere, I refer to this dimension from a more practical aspect; that of “shadow world-lines” spawned off of a soul’s primary (world-line).
The “seventh dimension”;
Is an infinite number of “six dimensional” states.
This includes all versions of reality that seem to violate known physical laws, the universe, and everything that we know and could possible conceive of. Up to the sixth dimension, all the physical laws of reality was established and fixed.
The human brain has been identified to work into the seventh dimensional space.
This includes other “Heavens”. In the seventh dimension one could travel between a “Human Heaven”, a “Canine Heaven”, a “Feline Heaven”, and a “<redacted> Heaven” etc.
This is a reality where intelligent pencils can give birth to erasers. This is a reality where water can talk to the person who drinks it. This is a reality where dreams transform into physical events.
In this dimension anything can happen. Anything.
The Eighth and Higher Dimensions
It only get’s stranger. (Is that even possible?)
The eighth dimension again gives us a plane of such possible universe histories, each of which begins with different initial conditions and branches out infinitely (hence why they are called infinities). This is infinitely larger than the seventh dimension. For every alternate world is possible here.
When you can control eight or more dimensional realities, everything can be changed and altered. You end up having the ability to mix and match realities to do your bidding. You become the master of your domain.
It is difficult for humans to conceive. For our purposes here, let’s just agree that humans are incapable of understanding these higher dimensions simply because our brain is only capable of seventh dimensional operation. Anything higher in order is beyond our comprehension.
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The creation of these world-line universes is a function of thought.
They are the direct and absolute consequence of thoughts and ideas, and thus the necessity of nurturing such thoughts are manifest. Indeed, instead of reciting the bland, we must awaken our imaginations.
Here is a movie screen shot from either “Our man flint”, or “In like flint”. These are both comedies from the 1960’s that were a parody of the ever popular 007 James Bond franchise. When you can control your life at the higher dimensions, you can control your reality to an unbelievable extent. Your life can be anything. From a sexy swinging playboy top-secret agent to anything your hearts desire. It’s all up to you. Your wildest fantasies can come alive within your reality.
Let me close with a quote pertaining to the destruction of a magnificent library so that a more contemporaneous and “modern” one can take it’s place. What a sad, sad loss;
“Yet when the doors closed forever … and wise heads declared that Old Main would never be missed, they were wrong. Because here we are, wishing we had somewhere like this to let our imaginations run wild.”-John Fleischman, author of Free & Public, along with commentary from Messy Nessy.
Conclusions
My personal role within MAJestic involved dimensional anchoring the various aspects of the MWI. I do not understand the technologies involved, I only know what I experienced. This is my best guess and understanding on how I believe the system works. I pulled this all out of my head, and I have no clue as to whether it is accurate or not. I only know that this is how I personally feel and believe everything works.
It is presented for the reader for your enjoyment and consideration.
Take Aways
To understand dimensional travel, you must first understand how the universe is set up.
Once, you understand that there are bubbles of reality, and each one is custom for use by a given consciousness, a person can alter their reality utilizing technology.
Soul will permit consciousness alteration of reality provided that it will result in the proper experiences and quantum entanglements.
Simple and slight modifications of the MWI happen every day. It is a world of intention and prayer.
More complex modifications require either [1] technology, or [2] “piggy backing” on to an entity with this ability.
There are various “levels” of dimensional travel, but functionally, I only know what I have personally experienced.
FAQ
Q: If you had the ability to surf the MWI, as you said, why aren’t you living as a rich king in a palace or enormous mansion?
A: Prior to my retirement I did what I was instructed. I ended up in all kinds of different worlds. Some were so very disturbing. During my retirement at ADC Pine Bluff, I was able to retire to a world-line that would be deserving of my own personality. So, I ended up here.
It’s a little under a 5% deviance from my final MWI slide.
This is a pretty BIG deviance. Over the years, the MWI slides vacillated a few percentages over and around. Large deviance’s became rare. So, once the anchoring role was completed, I was permitted to have a deviation that was suitable for me personally.
World-line deviance variation over time.
Initially, I was really, really shocked when I entered this world-line.
This world-line is really nothing at all like the ones that I was working towards. This world line is shocking. The American government is so very corrupt, a negro non-American was elected president, NASA was being dismantled, taxes were about double of what I was used to paying and I was earning less, instead of the United States being in a singular war in Africa, we were involved in eight wars simultaneously, and American girls were terribly, terribly, terribly fat and ugly.
The average American woman now wears a size 20W. This is certainly celebrated in many American websites and posts as avoidance of “fat shaming”. Personally, I think it is disgusting and alarming.
That’s not all. There were no space planes, instead the space shuttle was shut down and we were using Russian spacecraft to get the space-station! It wasn’t even called “The Freedom Space station”, it was called the international space station. Industry was nearly completely off-shored, and most Americans “in the heartland” were unemployed, on opioids, and living off welfare.
Public drinking, smoking, and sleeping was not only banned, but against the law. However, marijuana was pretty much legal. Children were getting arresting for selling lemonade, football games had changed into negro hate-whitey race rallies, and most malls no longer existed. You need to wear a protective helmet and protection to ride a simple bicycle, and coffee cost $5 a cup!
The DHS is well armed with military grade vehicles, and armor. They are trained to fight on American soil. The Obama administration has been setting up the stages for an armed conflict of Americans against Americans.
To me, this world-line is a absolute fiasco. However, this world-line (by other previous enabled actions) permitted me to migrate to an area that better fit my own ideas of perfection. Honestly, America is completely and positively different from what I have been exposed to. Put yourself into my shoes. Imagine living life and lifestyle along the lines of what it was around 1975, and then find yourself suddenly thrown into modern America under President Obama.
It’s one heck of a big shock.
So when I arrived, I just had to get out. For the rest of my fellow Americans, they are just the frog sitting into the boiling water. However, for me, I was suddenly placed in the water alive while it was vigorously boiling. Yikes! This was not what I thought my final egress destination would be.
However, things fell into place. My final destination was not modern contemporaneous America as I assumed. My final destination was modern contemporaneous communist China.
So here I am in friggin’ communist China.
I am happy.
Fools think that more money creates a wonderful life. There are many other aspects of life that define your own personal comfort within your world line. It includes where you live, what you do, your personal satisfaction, your spouse, your lifestyle, how your spouse looks, your pets, your hobbies, and the respect that you get from others.
Seriously, I don’t know about you, the reader, but I do not think that I would be happy in a place where I couldn’t drink beer in a restaurant with my dog and smoke a cigarette. This is a personal freedom that I am accustomed to enjoying. Then I suddenly find myself in an America where even this most basic of freedoms, no longer exists! Come on!
I ended up here where I can live my life in peace and happiness.
What is paradise to one person, could very well be a living Hell to another.
It’s all about trade offs. There is no way that I could retire to a world-line that had everything that I wanted without any trade offs. Remember, you do not learn to appreciate rain until you lived in the desert. That is absolutely true no matter where your MWI slides to. This reality must be one where my soul can organize quanta to my advantage.
All in all, I am pretty happy with my retirement. It’s far better than any of my contemporaries. No, I am not rich. Not in the least. But, I have a really nice and relaxing life. I am surrounded by happy, sunny and attractive people. I eat very well, and am happy. So, I think that my life is just fine, thank you.
My life is really, really different than the people that I left behind in the United States. I really like it.
Q: How were you able to surf the MWI?
A: Initially, I used a fixed portal. This required the implantation of two “kits” of specialized probes in my skull, and special training.
This first portal egress took me to a <redacted> medical facility where a different set of probes were implanted. These other probes, the EBP, enabled me to be entangled in real-time with <redacted> that had a natural ability to surf the MWI.
Q: What if what you think is wrong?
A: It could be. I am often wrong and I have made a lot of mistakes in my past. For instance, I was swindled numerous times. I made some pretty terrible decisions, and once was audited by the IRS. Certainly, I am far from perfect.
If there is but one thing that you, the reader, can learn from this it is very simple. YOU are in control of YOUR reality. Your thoughts change your reality. So you must carefully card what you think about.
You have to be careful about you think about.
Honestly, if you need to, stop reading the news. If you get angry reading the news, then you must stop reading it. The mainstream media no longer REPORTS on NEWS. they are a propaganda device used to manipulate you. For you to live a great life, you need to stop being manipulated.
For you to live a great life, you need to stop being manipulated.
MAJestic Related Posts – Training
These are posts and articles that revolve around how I was recruited for MAJestic and my training. Also discussed is the nature of secret programs. I really do not know why the organization was kept so secret. It really wasn’t because of any kind of military concern, and the technologies were way too involved for any kind of information transfer. The only conclusion that I can come to is that we were obligated to maintain secrecy at the behalf of our extraterrestrial benefactors.
MAJestic Related Posts – Our Universe
These particular posts are concerned about the universe that we are all part of. Being entangled as I was, and involved in the crazy things that I was, I was given some insight. This insight wasn’t anything super special. Rather it offered me perception along with advantage. Here, I try to impart some of that knowledge through discussion.
Enjoy.
MAJestic Related Posts – World-Line Travel
These posts are related to “reality slides”. Other more common terms are “world-line travel”, or the MWI. What people fail to grasp is that when a person has the ability to slide into a different reality (pass into a different world-line), they are able to “touch” Heaven to some extent. Here are posts that cover this topic.
John Titor Related Posts
Another person, collectively known by the identity of “John Titor” claimed to utilize world-line (MWI egress) travel to collect artifacts from the past. He is an interesting subject to discuss. Here we have multiple posts in this regard.
This story was written right after World War II by Ray Bradbury, and presented here under Article 22 of China’s Copyright Law.
“A Sound of Thunder” is a science fiction short story by Ray Bradbury, first published in Collier’s magazine in the June 28, 1952, issue and Bradbury’s collection The Golden Apples of the Sun in 1953.
Ray Bradberry is one of my personal heroes and his writings greatly influenced me in ways that I am only just now beginning to understand.
Introduction
“There was this fence where we pressed our faces and felt the wind turn warm and held to the fence and forgot who we were or where we came from but dreamed of who we might be and where we might go…”R is for Rocket
Ray Bradbury
For years I had amassed a well worn, and dusty collection of Ray Bradbury paperbacks that I would pick up and read for pleasure and inspiration. Later, when I left the United States, and moved to China, I had to leave my treasured books behind. Sigh.
A small collection of well worn, well read and well appreciated Ray Bradbury books. My collection looked a little something like this, only I think the books were a little more worn, and a little yellower.
It is very difficult to come across Ray Bradbury books in China. When ever I find one, I certainly snatch it up. Cost is no object when it comes to these masterpieces. At one time, I must have had five books containing this story.
I have found this version of the story “A Sound of Thunder” on the Ray Bradbury library portal in Russia, and I have copied it here exactly as found. Credit to the wonderful people at the Ray Bradbury Library for posting it where a smuck like myself can read it within China. And, of course, credit to the great master; Ray Bradbury for providing this work of art for our inspiration and pleasure.
Full Text
Here is the full text of the masterpiece. I will let the reader read it and enjoy it.
A Sound of Thunder by Ray Bradbury
The sign on the wall seemed to quaver under a film of sliding warm water. Eckels felt his eyelids blink over his stare, and the sign burned in this momentary darkness:
TIME SAFARI, INC.
SAFARIS TO ANY YEAR IN THE PAST.
YOU NAME THE ANIMAL.
WE TAKE YOU THERE.
YOU SHOOT IT.
Warm phlegm gathered in Eckels' throat; he swallowed and pushed it down. The muscles around his mouth formed a smile as he put his hand slowly out upon the air, and in that hand waved a check for ten thousand dollars to the man behind the desk.
"Does this safari guarantee I come back alive?"
"We guarantee nothing," said the official, "except the dinosaurs." He turned. "This is Mr. Travis, your Safari Guide in the Past. He'll tell you what and where to shoot. If he says no shooting, no shooting. If you disobey instructions, there's a stiff penalty of another ten thousand dollars, plus possible government action, on your return."
Eckels glanced across the vast office at a mass and tangle, a snaking and humming of wires and steel boxes, at an aurora that flickered now orange, now silver, now blue. There was a sound like a gigantic bonfire burning all of Time, all the years and all the parchment calendars, all the hours piled high and set aflame.
A touch of the hand and this burning would, on the instant, beautifully reverse itself. Eckels remembered the wording in the advertisements to the letter. Out of chars and ashes, out of dust and coals, like golden salamanders, the old years, the green years, might leap; roses sweeten the air, white hair turn Irish-black, wrinkles vanish; all, everything fly back to seed, flee death, rush down to their beginnings, suns rise in western skies and set in glorious easts, moons eat themselves opposite to the custom, all and everything cupping one in another like Chinese boxes, rabbits into hats, all and everything returning to the fresh death, the seed death, the green death, to the time before the beginning.
A touch of a hand might do it, the merest touch of a hand.
"Unbelievable." Eckels breathed, the light of the Machine on his thin face. "A real Time Machine." He shook his head. "Makes you think, If the election had gone badly yesterday, I might be here now running away from the results. Thank God Keith won. He'll make a fine President of the United States."
"Yes," said the man behind the desk. "We're lucky. If Deutscher had gotten in, we'd have the worst kind of dictatorship. There's an anti everything man for you, a militarist, anti-Christ, anti-human, anti-intellectual. People called us up, you know, joking but not joking. Said if Deutscher became President they wanted to go live in 1492. Of course it's not our business to conduct Escapes, but to form Safaris. Anyway, Keith's President now. All you got to worry about is-"
"Shooting my dinosaur," Eckels finished it for him.
"A Tyrannosaurus Rex. The Tyrant Lizard, the most incredible monster in history. Sign this release. Anything happens to you, we're not responsible. Those dinosaurs are hungry."
Eckels flushed angrily. "Trying to scare me!"
"Frankly, yes. We don't want anyone going who'll panic at the first shot. Six Safari leaders were killed last year, and a dozen hunters. We're here to give you the severest thrill a real hunter ever asked for. Traveling you back sixty million years to bag the biggest game in all of Time. Your personal check's still there. Tear it up."Mr. Eckels looked at the check. His fingers twitched.
"Good luck," said the man behind the desk. "Mr. Travis, he's all yours."
They moved silently across the room, taking their guns with them, toward the Machine, toward the silver metal and the roaring light.
First a day and then a night and then a day and then a night, then it was day-night-day-night. A week, a month, a year, a decade! A.D. 2055. A.D. 2019. 1999! 1957! Gone! The Machine roared.
They put on their oxygen helmets and tested the intercoms.
Eckels swayed on the padded seat, his face pale, his jaw stiff. He felt the trembling in his arms and he looked down and found his hands tight on the new rifle. There were four other men in the Machine. Travis, the Safari Leader, his assistant, Lesperance, and two other hunters, Billings and Kramer. They sat looking at each other, and the years blazed around them.
"Can these guns get a dinosaur cold?" Eckels felt his mouth saying.
"If you hit them right," said Travis on the helmet radio. "Some dinosaurs have two brains, one in the head, another far down the spinal column. We stay away from those. That's stretching luck. Put your first two shots into the eyes, if you can, blind them, and go back into the brain."
The Machine howled. Time was a film run backward. Suns fled and ten million moons fled after them. "Think," said Eckels. "Every hunter that ever lived would envy us today. This makes Africa seem like Illinois."
The Machine slowed; its scream fell to a murmur. The Machine stopped.
The sun stopped in the sky.
The fog that had enveloped the Machine blew away and they were in an old time, a very old time indeed, three hunters and two Safari Heads with their blue metal guns across their knees.
"Christ isn't born yet," said Travis, "Moses has not gone to the mountains to talk with God. The Pyramids are still in the earth, waiting to be cut out and put up. Remember that. Alexander, Caesar, Napoleon, Hitler-none of them exists." The man nodded.
"That" - Mr. Travis pointed - "is the jungle of sixty million two thousand and fifty-five years before President Keith."
He indicated a metal path that struck off into green wilderness, over streaming swamp, among giant ferns and palms.
"And that," he said, "is the Path, laid by Time Safari for your use,
It floats six inches above the earth. Doesn't touch so much as one grass blade, flower, or tree. It's an anti-gravity metal. Its purpose is to keep you from touching this world of the past in any way. Stay on the Path. Don't go off it. I repeat. Don't go off. For any reason! If you fall off, there's a penalty. And don't shoot any animal we don't okay."
"Why?" asked Eckels.
They sat in the ancient wilderness. Far birds' cries blew on a wind, and the smell of tar and an old salt sea, moist grasses, and flowers the color of blood.
"We don't want to change the Future. We don't belong here in the Past. The government doesn't like us here. We have to pay big graft to keep our franchise. A Time Machine is finicky business. Not knowing it, we might kill an important animal, a small bird, a roach, a flower even, thus destroying an important link in a growing species."
"That's not clear," said Eckels.
"All right," Travis continued, "say we accidentally kill one mouse here. That means all the future families of this one particular mouse are destroyed, right?"
"Right"
"And all the families of the families of the families of that one mouse! With a stamp of your foot, you annihilate first one, then a dozen, then a thousand, a million, a billion possible mice!"
"So they're dead," said Eckels. "So what?"
"So what?" Travis snorted quietly. "Well, what about the foxes that'll need those mice to survive? For want of ten mice, a fox dies. For want of ten foxes a lion starves. For want of a lion, all manner of insects, vultures, infinite billions of life forms are thrown into chaos and destruction.
Eventually it all boils down to this: fifty-nine million years later, a caveman, one of a dozen on the entire world, goes hunting wild boar or saber-toothed tiger for food. But you, friend, have stepped on all the tigers in that region. By stepping on one single mouse. So the caveman starves. And the caveman, please note, is not just any expendable man, no! He is an entire future nation. From his loins would have sprung ten sons. From their loins one hundred sons, and thus onward to a civilization. Destroy this one man, and you destroy a race, a people, an entire history of life. It is comparable to slaying some of Adam's grandchildren. The stomp of your foot, on one mouse, could start an earthquake, the effects of which could shake our earth and destinies down through Time, to their very foundations.
With the death of that one caveman, a billion others yet unborn are throttled in the womb. Perhaps Rome never rises on its seven hills. Perhaps Europe is forever a dark forest, and only Asia waxes healthy and teeming. Step on a mouse and you crush the Pyramids. Step on a mouse and you leave your print, like a Grand Canyon, across Eternity. Queen Elizabeth might never be born, Washington might not cross the Delaware, there might never be a United States at all. So be careful. Stay on the Path. Never step off!"
"I see," said Eckels. "Then it wouldn't pay for us even to touch the grass?"
"Correct. Crushing certain plants could add up infinitesimally. A little error here would multiply in sixty million years, all out of proportion. Of course maybe our theory is wrong. Maybe Time can't be changed by us. Or maybe it can be changed only in little subtle ways. A dead mouse here makes an insect imbalance there, a population disproportion later, a bad harvest further on, a depression, mass starvation, and finally, a change in social temperament in far-flung countries. Something much more subtle, like that. Perhaps only a soft breath, a whisper, a hair, pollen on the air, such a slight, slight change that unless you looked close you wouldn't see it. Who knows? Who really can say he knows? We don't know. We're guessing. But until we do know for certain whether our messing around in Time can make a big roar or a little rustle in history, we're being careful. This Machine, this Path, your clothing and bodies, were sterilized, as you know, before the journey. We wear these oxygen helmets so we can't introduce our bacteria into an ancient atmosphere."
"How do we know which animals to shoot?"
"They're marked with red paint," said Travis. "Today, before our journey, we sent Lesperance here back with the Machine. He came to this particular era and followed certain animals."
"Studying them?"
"Right," said Lesperance. "I track them through their entire existence, noting which of them lives longest. Very few. How many times they mate. Not often. Life's short, When I find one that's going to die when a tree falls on him, or one that drowns in a tar pit, I note the exact hour, minute, and second. I shoot a paint bomb. It leaves a red patch on his side. We can't miss it. Then I correlate our arrival in the Past so that we meet the Monster not more than two minutes before he would have died anyway. This way, we kill only animals with no future, that are never going to mate again. You see how careful we are?"
"But if you come back this morning in Time," said Eckels eagerly, you must've bumped into us, our Safari! How did it turn out? Was it successful? Did all of us get through-alive?"
Travis and Lesperance gave each other a look.
"That'd be a paradox," said the latter. "Time doesn't permit that sort of mess-a man meeting himself. When such occasions threaten, Time steps aside. Like an airplane hitting an air pocket. You felt the Machine jump just before we stopped? That was us passing ourselves on the way back to the Future. We saw nothing. There's no way of telling if this expedition was a success, if we got our monster, or whether all of us - meaning you, Mr. Eckels - got out alive."
Eckels smiled palely.
"Cut that," said Travis sharply. "Everyone on his feet!"
They were ready to leave the Machine.
The jungle was high and the jungle was broad and the jungle was the entire world forever and forever. Sounds like music and sounds like flying tents filled the sky, and those were pterodactyls soaring with cavernous gray wings, gigantic bats of delirium and night fever.
Eckels, balanced on the narrow Path, aimed his rifle playfully.
"Stop that!" said Travis. "Don't even aim for fun, blast you! If your guns should go off - - "
Eckels flushed. "Where's our Tyrannosaurus?"
Lesperance checked his wristwatch. "Up ahead, We'll bisect his trail in sixty seconds. Look for the red paint! Don't shoot till we give the word. Stay on the Path. Stay on the Path!"
They moved forward in the wind of morning.
"Strange," murmured Eckels. "Up ahead, sixty million years, Election Day over. Keith made President. Everyone celebrating. And here we are, a million years lost, and they don't exist. The things we worried about for months, a lifetime, not even born or thought of yet."
"Safety catches off, everyone!" ordered Travis. "You, first shot, Eckels. Second, Billings, Third, Kramer."
"I've hunted tiger, wild boar, buffalo, elephant, but now, this is it," said Eckels. "I'm shaking like a kid."
"Ah," said Travis.
Everyone stopped.
Travis raised his hand. "Ahead," he whispered. "In the mist. There he is. There's His Royal Majesty now."
The jungle was wide and full of twitterings, rustlings, murmurs, and sighs.
Suddenly it all ceased, as if someone had shut a door.
Silence.
A sound of thunder.
Out of the mist, one hundred yards away, came Tyrannosaurus Rex.
"It," whispered Eckels. "It......
"Sh!"
It came on great oiled, resilient, striding legs. It towered thirty feet above half of the trees, a great evil god, folding its delicate watchmaker's claws close to its oily reptilian chest. Each lower leg was a piston, a thousand pounds of white bone, sunk in thick ropes of muscle, sheathed over in a gleam of pebbled skin like the mail of a terrible warrior. Each thigh was a ton of meat, ivory, and steel mesh. And from the great breathing cage of the upper body those two delicate arms dangled out front, arms with hands which might pick up and examine men like toys, while the snake neck coiled. And the head itself, a ton of sculptured stone, lifted easily upon the sky. Its mouth gaped, exposing a fence of teeth like daggers. Its eyes rolled, ostrich eggs, empty of all expression save hunger. It closed its mouth in a death grin. It ran, its pelvic bones crushing aside trees and bushes, its taloned feet clawing damp earth, leaving prints six inches deep wherever it settled its weight.
It ran with a gliding ballet step, far too poised and balanced for its ten tons. It moved into a sunlit area warily, its beautifully reptilian hands feeling the air.
"Why, why," Eckels twitched his mouth. "It could reach up and grab the moon."
"Sh!" Travis jerked angrily. "He hasn't seen us yet."
"It can't be killed," Eckels pronounced this verdict quietly, as if there could be no argument. He had weighed the evidence and this was his considered opinion. The rifle in his hands seemed a cap gun. "We were fools to come. This is impossible."
"Shut up!" hissed Travis.
"Nightmare."
"Turn around," commanded Travis. "Walk quietly to the Machine. We'll remit half your fee."
"I didn't realize it would be this big," said Eckels. "I miscalculated, that's all. And now I want out."
"It sees us!"
"There's the red paint on its chest!"
The Tyrant Lizard raised itself. Its armored flesh glittered like a thousand green coins. The coins, crusted with slime, steamed. In the slime, tiny insects wriggled, so that the entire body seemed to twitch and undulate, even while the monster itself did not move. It exhaled. The stink of raw flesh blew down the wilderness.
"Get me out of here," said Eckels. "It was never like this before. I was always sure I'd come through alive. I had good guides, good safaris, and safety. This time, I figured wrong. I've met my match and admit it. This is too much for me to get hold of."
"Don't run," said Lesperance. "Turn around. Hide in the Machine."
"Yes." Eckels seemed to be numb. He looked at his feet as if trying to make them move. He gave a grunt of helplessness.
"Eckels!"
He took a few steps, blinking, shuffling.
"Not that way!"
The Monster, at the first motion, lunged forward with a terrible scream. It covered one hundred yards in six seconds. The rifles jerked up and blazed fire. A windstorm from the beast's mouth engulfed them in the stench of slime and old blood. The Monster roared, teeth glittering with sun.
Eckels, not looking back, walked blindly to the edge of the Path, his gun limp in his arms, stepped off the Path, and walked, not knowing it, in the jungle. His feet sank into green moss. His legs moved him, and he felt alone and remote from the events behind.
The rifles cracked again, Their sound was lost in shriek and lizard thunder. The great level of the reptile's tail swung up, lashed sideways. Trees exploded in clouds of leaf and branch. The Monster twitched its jeweler's hands down to fondle at the men, to twist them in half, to crush them like berries, to cram them into its teeth and its screaming throat. Its boulderstone eyes leveled with the men. They saw themselves mirrored. They fired at the metallic eyelids and the blazing black iris,
Like a stone idol, like a mountain avalanche, Tyrannosaurus fell.
Thundering, it clutched trees, pulled them with it. It wrenched and tore the metal Path. The men flung themselves back and away. The body hit, ten tons of cold flesh and stone. The guns fired. The Monster lashed its armored tail, twitched its snake jaws, and lay still. A fount of blood spurted from its throat. Somewhere inside, a sac of fluids burst. Sickening gushes drenched the hunters. They stood, red and glistening.
The thunder faded.
The jungle was silent. After the avalanche, a green peace. After the nightmare, morning.
Billings and Kramer sat on the pathway and threw up. Travis and Lesperance stood with smoking rifles, cursing steadily. In the Time Machine, on his face, Eckels lay shivering. He had found his way back to the Path, climbed into the Machine.
Travis came walking, glanced at Eckels, took cotton gauze from a metal box, and returned to the others, who were sitting on the Path.
"Clean up."
They wiped the blood from their helmets. They began to curse too. The Monster lay, a hill of solid flesh. Within, you could hear the sighs and murmurs as the furthest chambers of it died, the organs malfunctioning, liquids running a final instant from pocket to sac to spleen, everything shutting off, closing up forever. It was like standing by a wrecked locomotive or a steam shovel at quitting time, all valves being released or levered tight. Bones cracked; the tonnage of its own flesh, off balance, dead weight, snapped the delicate forearms, caught underneath. The meat settled, quivering.
Another cracking sound. Overhead, a gigantic tree branch broke from its heavy mooring, fell. It crashed upon the dead beast with finality.
"There." Lesperance checked his watch. "Right on time. That's the giant tree that was scheduled to fall and kill this animal originally." He glanced at the two hunters. "You want the trophy picture?"
"What?"
"We can't take a trophy back to the Future. The body has to stay right here where it would have died originally, so the insects, birds, and bacteria can get at it, as they were intended to. Everything in balance. The body stays. But we can take a picture of you standing near it."
The two men tried to think, but gave up, shaking their heads.
They let themselves be led along the metal Path. They sank wearily into the Machine cushions. They gazed back at the ruined Monster, the stagnating mound, where already strange reptilian birds and golden insects were busy at the steaming armor. A sound on the floor of the Time Machine stiffened them. Eckels sat there, shivering.
"I'm sorry," he said at last.
"Get up!" cried Travis.
Eckels got up.
"Go out on that Path alone," said Travis. He had his rifle pointed, "You're not coming back in the Machine. We're leaving you here!"
Lesperance seized Travis's arm. "Wait-"
"Stay out of this!" Travis shook his hand away. "This fool nearly killed us. But it isn't that so much, no. It's his shoes! Look at them! He ran off the Path. That ruins us! We'll forfeit! Thousands of dollars of insurance! We guarantee no one leaves the Path. He left it. Oh, the fool! I'll have to report to the government. They might revoke our license to travel. Who knows what he's done to Time, to History!"
"Take it easy, all he did was kick up some dirt."
"How do we know?" cried Travis. "We don't know anything! It's all a mystery! Get out of here, Eckels!"
Eckels fumbled his shirt. "I'll pay anything. A hundred thousand dollars!"
Travis glared at Eckels' checkbook and spat. "Go out there. The Monster's next to the Path. Stick your arms up to your elbows in his mouth. Then you can come back with us."
"That's unreasonable!"
"The Monster's dead, you idiot. The bullets! The bullets can't be left behind. They don't belong in the Past; they might change anything. Here's my knife. Dig them out!"
The jungle was alive again, full of the old tremorings and bird cries. Eckels turned slowly to regard the primeval garbage dump, that hill of nightmares and terror. After a long time, like a sleepwalker he shuffled out along the Path.
He returned, shuddering, five minutes later, his arms soaked and red to the elbows. He held out his hands. Each held a number of steel bullets. Then he fell. He lay where he fell, not moving.
"You didn't have to make him do that," said Lesperance.
"Didn't I? It's too early to tell." Travis nudged the still body. "He'll live. Next time he won't go hunting game like this. Okay." He jerked his thumb wearily at Lesperance. "Switch on. Let's go home."
1492. 1776. 1812.
They cleaned their hands and faces. They changed their caking shirts and pants. Eckels was up and around again, not speaking. Travis glared at him for a full ten minutes.
"Don't look at me," cried Eckels. "I haven't done anything."
"Who can tell?"
"Just ran off the Path, that's all, a little mud on my shoes-what do you want me to do-get down and pray?"
"We might need it. I'm warning you, Eckels, I might kill you yet. I've got my gun ready."
"I'm innocent. I've done nothing!"
1999.2000.2055.
The Machine stopped.
"Get out," said Travis.
The room was there as they had left it. But not the same as they had left it. The same man sat behind the same desk. But the same man did not quite sit behind the same desk. Travis looked around swiftly. "Everything okay here?" he snapped.
"Fine. Welcome home!"
Travis did not relax. He seemed to be looking through the one high window.
"Okay, Eckels, get out. Don't ever come back." Eckels could not move.
"You heard me," said Travis. "What're you staring at?"
Eckels stood smelling of the air, and there was a thing to the air, a chemical taint so subtle, so slight, that only a faint cry of his subliminal senses warned him it was there. The colors, white, gray, blue, orange, in the wall, in the furniture, in the sky beyond the window, were . . . were . . . . And there was a feel. His flesh twitched. His hands twitched. He stood drinking the oddness with the pores of his body. Somewhere, someone must have been screaming one of those whistles that only a dog can hear. His body screamed silence in return. Beyond this room, beyond this wall, beyond this man who was not quite the same man seated at this desk that was not quite the same desk . . . lay an entire world of streets and people. What sort of world it was now, there was no telling. He could feel them moving there, beyond the walls, almost, like so many chess pieces blown in a dry wind ....
But the immediate thing was the sign painted on the office wall, the same sign he had read earlier today on first entering. Somehow, the sign had changed:
TYME SEFARI INC.
SEFARIS TU ANY YEER EN THE PAST.
YU NAIM THE ANIMALL.
WEE TAEK YU THAIR.
YU SHOOT ITT.
Eckels felt himself fall into a chair. He fumbled crazily at the thick slime on his boots. He held up a clod of dirt, trembling, "No, it can't be. Not a little thing like that. No!"
Embedded in the mud, glistening green and gold and black, was a butterfly, very beautiful and very dead.
"Not a little thing like that! Not a butterfly!" cried Eckels.
It fell to the floor, an exquisite thing, a small thing that could upset balances and knock down a line of small dominoes and then big dominoes and then gigantic dominoes, all down the years across Time. Eckels' mind whirled. It couldn't change things. Killing one butterfly couldn't be that important! Could it?
His face was cold. His mouth trembled, asking: "Who - who won the presidential election yesterday?"
The man behind the desk laughed. "You joking? You know very well. Deutscher, of course! Who else? Not that fool weakling Keith. We got an iron man now, a man with guts!" The official stopped. "What's wrong?"
Eckels moaned. He dropped to his knees. He scrabbled at the golden butterfly with shaking fingers. "Can't we," he pleaded to the world, to himself, to the officials, to the Machine, "can't we take it back, can't we make it alive again? Can't we start over? Can't we-"
He did not move. Eyes shut, he waited, shivering. He heard Travis breathe loud in the room; he heard Travis shift his rifle, click the safety catch, and raise the weapon.
There was a sound of thunder.
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And that was that.
Posts Regarding Life and Contentment
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More Posts about Life
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Stories that Inspired Me
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The reader should realize that from time to time extraterrestrial spacecraft and assembled structures are observed by earth bound investigators. Many are sighted by NASA and quickly suppressed, but others are discovered by other agencies and individuals that are beyond the reach of the American Government.
Let’s talk about one such observation…
Introduction
NASA’s Meteoroid Environment Office (MEO) who confirms that for almost two years the U.S. government used the McDonald Observatory in Texas to track the approach of two of these enormous objects.
In 2013 two enormous “boxes”, L-shaped, that consisted of elaborate scaffolding enclosed structures were seen and photographed as the entered our solar system from deep space. Each one was the size of a small town. They were observed on approach when entering the system. Then to everyone’s surprise; they decelerated. They changed their course trajectory, and entered onto a landing approach to the moon. As they neared the moon, the decelerated yet again and conducted a careful landing sequence.
Photographed object in route to the moon. Image is from TRN.
All of this was observed by more than just a few people and the Internet was flooded by the buzz concerning this object. (Of course, it never made it to the main stream press.) Those involved in watching this event included not only amateurs, but the ESA, and NASA. The Internet and networks were flooded with excitement, and it was impossible for NASA or the NSA to do anything about it.
The two objects approached the moon in a strict landing pattern. Decelerated in an understandable and logical manner, and then landed carefully and gingerly. In mid-January 2014 the objects landed.
Upon landing, they immediately began an elaborate (and quick) assembly process. This event was tracked by NASA, the NSA, and a number of Earth-bound UFO enthusiasts who alerted the local UFO community of the event.
Emergency Investigations
VISUALLY CONFIRMED: Enormous Craft Detected on Moon
by apollosolaris
Monday, 20 January 2014 11:58
January 18, 2014 — (TRN LINK ) — At least one enormous object of unknown origin has been visually verified as having landed on our moon. As a result, on Wednesday, January 15, three Terrier-Orion rockets blasted off within a span of 20 seconds from NASA’s Wallops Flight Facility between 1 a.m. and 5 a.m. EST (0600 to 1000 GMT) on hush-hush missions for the Department of Defense (DoD).
The Wallops Flight Facility is operated by the Goddard Space Flight Center in Greenbelt, Maryland, primarily as a rocket launch site to support science and exploration missions for NASA and other Federal agencies. It also supports science missions for the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration (NOAA) and occasionally for foreign governments and commercial organizations. Wallops also supports development tests and exercises involving United States Navy aircraft and ship-based electronics and weapon systems in the Virginia Capes operating area, near the entrance to the Chesapeake Bay.
TRN has obtained photos of the unknown spacecraft and has an audio interview with an outside consultant from NASA’s Meteoroid Environment Office (MEO) who confirms that for almost two years the U.S. government used the McDonald Observatory in Texas to track the approach of two of these enormous objects. A year ago, in January 2013, the objects had gotten to 200,000 miles past Mars when they suddenly vanished.
Realizing these two craft were approaching earth and might not be visible to NASA’s Lunar Reconnaissance Orbiter Camera (LROC) depending upon where they went, the Government reactivated the previously cancelled Lunar Atmosphere and Dust Environment Explorer (LADEE) to be launched to the moon on September 6, 2013. It took almost 100 days for LADEE to be placed into proper lunar orbit because NASA utilized gravity instead of rocket fuel to achieve this. By December, 2013, both the LADEE and the LROC found at least one of the two enormous objects had landed on the moon, in a crater the size of the City of Chicago.
LADEE
The sudden reactivation of LADEE was pretty stunning, as how the spacecraft was destroyed. Very curious stuff this. From Wikipedia…
The Lunar Atmosphere and Dust Environment Explorer (LADEE/ˈlædi/) was a NASA lunar exploration and technology demonstration mission. It was launched on a Minotaur V rocket from the Mid-Atlantic Regional Spaceport on September 7, 2013.
During its seven-month mission, LADEE orbited around the Moon's equator, using its instruments to study the lunar exosphere and dust in the Moon's vicinity. Instruments included a dust detector, neutral mass spectrometer, and ultraviolet-visible spectrometer, as well as a technology demonstration consisting of a laser communications terminal.
NASA Ames was responsible for the day-to-day functions of LADEE while the Goddard Space Flight Center operated the sensor suite and technology demonstration payloads as well as managing launch operations. The LADEE mission cost approximately $280 million, which included spacecraft development and science instruments, launch services, mission operations, science processing and relay support.
The mission ended on April 18, 2014, when the spacecraft's controllers intentionally crashed LADEE into the far side of the Moon, which, later, was determined to be near the eastern rim of Sundman V crater.
Reactions
The reaction was as you would expect. There was a mix of disbelief, suggestions of fraud, and a quiet suppression of the event by burying its importance by other (more spectacular) news.
Flight Trajectory and Landing
I followed this event with great interest. As they approached the moon, the objects [1] decelerated and [2] entered what first appeared to be an elliptical orbit, but that was ultimately [3] changed through a course correction which involved a [4] deceleration routine. This was followed by a [5] sharp transition into a parabolic path that resulted in a [6] soft landing or low-velocity impact on the Moon’s surface.
Their landing was visually observed to occur on Monday, 20 January 2014 at 11:58 by both the Meteoroid Environment Office (MEO) and the NSA.
The landing was on the near side of the moon near the terminator. Ground based photos were taken of it. It appeared to be a well-lighted construction. On it was a geometric array of lights that easily indicated how the structures were formed together. It can be found on the Google Moon viewer at coordinates 22042’38.46N and 142034’44.52E.
22042’38.46N and 142034’44.52E
The overall construction of this device and its transport are central to my contention that the species that we associate with have this level of technology. They can fabricate huge structures. They can move them great distances. They can relocate these structures into gravity wells with great care and precision, and they can assemble them quickly and professionally at will.
This photo describes and illustrates the final construction and overall shape of the final facility as set up by the extraterrestrials. While we, as earth bound humans, do not understand its purpose or intent, we do understand what it is and the necessity of it’s creation. Why is it on “our” moon? Why is the United States government keeping this from the public? These are answers that should be addressed. To this date, after the discovery of the event and the resultant configuration, all has gone silent.
This event, while now being derided as anything but an extraterrestrially fabricated structure, is actually a real and valid movement of a large scale habitation. These events do occur from time to time, and I am heartened that this time it was noticed and recorded.
In this case, I have no other information than what was posted on the Internet. But what I can add to this event is my understanding that this is a more or less valid sighting. The structure was fabricated and relocated to “our” moon for whatever unknown purpose. As an aside, I do not know what species was involved in this effort, nor do I know what purpose it is intended for or why. I also do not know which species is responsible for this structure.
Announcement
Monday, 20 January 2014 11:58
January 18, 2014 — (TRN http://www.TurnerRadioNetwork.com ) — At least one enormous object of unknown origin has been visually verified as having landed on our moon. As a result, on Wednesday, January 15, three Terrier-Orion rockets blasted off within a span of 20 seconds from NASA’s Wallops Flight Facility between 1 a.m. and 5 a.m. EST (0600 to 1000 GMT) on hush-hush missions for the Department of Defense (DoD).
TRN has obtained photos of the unknown spacecraft and has an audio interview with an outside consultant from NASA’s Meteoroid Environment Office (MEO) who confirms that for almost two years the U.S. government used the McDonald Observatory in Texas to track the approach of two of these enormous objects. A year ago, in January 2013, the objects had gotten to 200,000 miles past Mars when they suddenly vanished.
Realizing these two craft were approaching earth and might not be visible to NASA’s Lunar Reconnaissance Orbiter Camera (LROC) depending upon where they went, the Government reactivated the previously cancelled Lunar Atmosphere and Dust Environment Explorer (LADEE) to be launched to the moon on September 6, 2013. It took almost 100 days for LADEE to be placed into proper lunar orbit because NASA utilized gravity instead of rocket fuel to achieve this. By December, 2013, both the LADEE and the LROC found at least one of the two enormous objects had landed on the moon, in a crater the size of the City of Chicago.
All of this was kept secret until, quite by accident, the LROC images (which are generally made public) were uploaded to the publicly available GoogleMoon service, where intrepid users came upon the enormous object. Now, the whole world can see this “object” on the moon — the secret is out.
Dr. “Norton” and his Narrative
“Dr. Eric Norton” (not his real name) has worked as a consultant for the National Security Agency (NSA) and NASA for about 12 years. He has worked on many projects for the government, most recently with the Meteoroid Environment Office (MEO) which is involved in several research projects with the underlying goal of gaining a better understanding of the meteoroid environment so that the MEO models can be improved. They basically monitor the skies, track meteors and other objects in space.
On January 22, 2012 “Dr. Norton” was called to travel immediately from his east coast home to the McDonald Observatory in Texas, which is one of the largest optical telescopes in the entire U.S.. He was booked on a flight out the same night and was met at the destination airport by an Agent from Homeland Security who whisked him to the Observatory on a matter of national security.
Upon arrival, Norton says he met with other colleagues who said they needed his help to identify something which had been detected in space, and showed him images taken from the telescope over a period of months.
“What I saw was an array of massive, three-dimensional, black structures in space, in straight-line formation, advancing in direction of planet earth.” Norton said he knew this because he was also shown images taken three months prior, which depicted the very obvious course of direction of these things which, he said “had moved millions upon millions of miles closer within just 3 months.”
The speed at which the objects were moving was utterly incredible.
Dr. Norton said he was brought in with the understanding that his job was to aid in gauging exactly what type of composition these objects were made-up of. Were they man-made, natural or unnatural to anything seen before it?
Using the scientific instruments provided by NASA, Norton and his team were able to discern the fact these were not naturally-occurring materials. They were, to their best – but limited- understanding, some sort of metallic, carbon-reinforced material, several thousand times the structural hardness of what we have today; be it naturally-occurring diamonds or carbon nano-tube technology.
As the objects got closer, Norton and his team could see through their telescopes the structural features of these things in high detail.
“They were shaped in the best way I can describe, as a three-dimensional L-shaped craft”
-Dr. Norton.
He said he used the term “craft” loosely because he doesn’t know if they are piloted or vehicles at all in the strictest sense. “All we knew is they were moving and moving fast” he said.
By January, 2013, the objects had been tracked to about 200,000 miles past the planet Mars. At that point, almost instantaneously, the objects vanished from the telescope lenses. “It was almost like they flipped a switch; we couldn’t see them on any form of radar we have or any visual medium” he continued.
From February through April, 2013, Norton and his team scoured the skies looking for the objects to no avail. Norton was sent home and told to be ready on a moment’s notice to continue his work if needed. For almost 6 months, he heard nothing.
That changed in October, 2013 just before the US Government budget shutdown, when Norton telephoned a colleague and found out the enormous objects had suddenly re-appeared at our moon and had taken-up positions behind — or on — the moon.
According to Norton’s colleague, all hell was breaking loose in government to try to determine what these things were, where they were from, and what they were doing. There were all questions, but absolutely zero answers.
So, MAJestic started to task out resources towards investigatory avenues. The first thing that they looked at was a new, state of the art, observatory platform in orbit around the moon; the Lunar Reconnaissance Orbiter (LRO).
LROC
The Lunar Reconnaissance Orbiter (LRO) is a NASA robotic spacecraft currently orbiting the Moon in an eccentric polar mapping orbit. Data collected by LRO has been described as essential for planning NASA's future human and robotic missions to the Moon. Its detailed mapping program is identifying safe landing sites, locating potential resources on the Moon, characterizing the radiation environment, and demonstrating new technologies.
Developed at NASA’s Goddard Space Flight Center, LRO is a large (1,916 kg/4,224 lb) and sophisticated spacecraft. Its mission duration was planned for one year, but has since been extended numerous times after review by NASA.
For over 1600 days NASA has been operating the Lunar Reconnaissance Orbital Camera (LROC) to take high-definition images of the moon surface. Despite being active for over 1600 days, LROC has only imaged about twenty percent (20%) of the moon’s surface. NASA was unable to re-task the LROC to go on a wild goose chase for objects that may or may not be near the moon, NASA had to come up with a way to compliment LROC but do so in a fast and inexpensive manner. The solution: LADEE.
LADEE
In 2008, NASA proposed the Lunar Atmosphere and Dust Environment Explorer (LADEE) as a robotic mission that would orbit the moon to gather detailed information about the lunar atmosphere, conditions near the surface and environmental influences on lunar dust. At that time, there was a controversy about whether or not there was any water on the moon. This project was intended to help resolve that issue.
LADEE was to be a NASA lunar exploration mission led by Ames Research Center in collaboration with Goddard Space Flight Center.
In 2010, the Obama administration cancelled the LADEE program because of a redirection in the purpose of NASA.
To best understand the politics of NASA at this time, and how terribly unequipped the NSA and NASA was to handle this discovery, you need to know a few things…
Here’s how it went down: In early 2010, Obama cancelled the Constellation program (already a reported $10 billion and seven years in progress) and its Ares I and Ares V rockets, the Orion spacecraft, the Altair lunar lander, and even America’s plans to return to the Moon and go on to Mars.
In early 2010, Obama cancelled the Constellation program (already a reported $10 billion and seven years in progress) and its Ares I and Ares V rockets, the Orion spacecraft, the Altair lunar lander, and even America’s plans to return to the Moon and go on to Mars. All the scientists and engineers were laid off, fired or reassigned. The development work was archived, and the test stands, and prototypes were all sold off for scrap.
With that, American space exploration was dead, and it may remain so for a decade or longer.
To create the appearance that America still has a space program, a project was invented to spend the next 10 to 15 years planning one single mission to a fragment of an asteroid.
A bipartisan majority in Congress united against Obama’s destruction—partially. While Congress didn’t have the courage to force NASA to restore the plans and hardware required to return to the Moon, lawmakers did save the two most critical elements of the program, the Orion spacecraft and the Ares V rocket, and approved funding for commercial crew launches. The Ares V Moon-Mars rocket was renamed the “Space Launch System” (SLS) and was somewhat improved. Congress’s apparent goal was to proceed with the core elements of the program to allow the next president to restore NASA’s mission of space exploration.
Cancellation of all American space exploration initiatives under President Obama. The money went from NASA to fund various “feel good” initiatives in Saudi Arabia, Dubai UAE, and the Sudan.
While this was happening, NASA Administrator Charles Bolden, a former astronaut, U.S. Marine Corps flag officer, and test pilot, was making diversionary excuses for the cancellation of manned space exploration and carrying out President Obama’s orders.
In July 2010, Bolden explained to Al-Jazeera:
When I became the NASA administrator, [President Obama] charged me with three things.
One, he wanted me to help re-inspire children to want to get into science and math;
He wanted me to expand our international relationships;
And third, and perhaps foremost, he wanted me to find a way to reach out to the Muslim world and engage much more with dominantly Muslim nations to help them feel good about their historic contribution to science, math and engineering.
Michael Griffin, who ran NASA in President George W. Bush’s second term, described the Muslim outreach initiative as a “perversion” of the agency’s mission:
“NASA was chartered by the 1958 Space Act to develop the arts and sciences of flight in the atmosphere and in space and to go where those technologies will allow us to go,” Griffin said. “That’s what NASA does for the country.
It is a perversion of NASA’s purpose to conduct activities in order to make the Muslim world feel good about its contributions to science and mathematics” (Truth Revolt, Feb. 20, 2015).
Nowhere on Bolden’s list was advancing NASA’s mission of space exploration and remaining the world leader in technological innovation.
-CRC
However, in 2012, when the objects for this story were detected, the LADEE program was suddenly resurrected. NASA knew it would take over a year just to build LADEE and a rush order was placed to NASA’s AMES Research Center to build the LADEE probe.
The probe was launched on September 6, 2013 via a Minotaur V rocket, formerly designed as an intercontinental ballistic missile for delivering nuclear warheads. To reduce fuel costs, the mission was designed to require 30 days to travel to the moon achieving arrival through the use of earth and moon gravity instead of fuel. After arriving, LADEE underwent “check-out” for 30 days before beginning another 100 days for science operations. LADEE arrived at the moon around October 6 and finished check-out around November 6.
In December, 2013 LADEE’s Ultraviolet and Visible Light Spectrometer (UVS), which determines the composition of the lunar atmosphere by analyzing light signatures of materials it finds, detected something very large and very different from anything “lunar.” The object was located in a crater which is about the size of downtown Chicago. It was L-shaped, like a wedge, gave off no radio signals but did appear to have seven areas where light of some type was either being emitted or being reflected.
Thanks to LADEE having found the object, NASA knew where to look and sent the LROC to grab high-resolution images. Those images are classified, but low-resolution images from LROC made it out to the public via routine LROC publication.
They ended-up as part of GoogleMoon where intrepid users found the object. Here now, the low-resolution images of an enormous object, which was tracked by the U.S. Government for millions of miles before it soft-landed on our moon.
嫦娥三号 3 Moon Lander Deployed
Chang’e 3. Chang’e 3 ( /tʃæŋˈʌ/; simplified Chinese: 嫦娥三号; traditional Chinese: 嫦娥三號; pinyin: Cháng’é sān hào) is an unmanned lunar exploration mission operated by the China National Space Administration (CNSA), incorporating a robotic lander and China’s first lunar rover.
In 2012, the U.S. confidentially shared information about the inbound “objects” with other governments. Shortly thereafter to the surprise of many, China announced it intended to land on the moon and launched its Chang e-3 in December.
That launch took place and China became only the third nation to make a successful soft-landing on the moon with its Chang e-3 lunar lander. Upon landing, the Chang e-3 deployed a rover called YUTU. The U.S. has been in contact with China to see if it is possible to have its Chang ‘e-3 moon lander or its “YUTU” rover travel this far to obtain more information. No word if China will assist.
Photo from the Chinese lunar rover. YUTU snapped six photos to make a mosaic of Pyramid Rock (Long Yan), a large block of rock near Chang’e-3 that was thrown into place by an ancient impact.
DOD Mission
The enormous objects have shown no sign whatsoever of hostile intent, but whatever is going on up there seems to have the U.S. Government concerned.
On January 10, NASA’s Wallops Space Facility in Virginia made a sudden announcement, with only three days advance notice to the public, saying that three (3x) rockets would be launched from Wallops between January 13 and 15, between 1:00 AM and 5;00 AM all on a classified Department of Defense Mission.
The short notice was unusual; the Wallops Space Center usually provides more than a month advance notice. In fact, on January 15 three Terrier-Orion missiles were launched from Wallops within 20 seconds of each other. Their cargo was not revealed to the public and the mission is classified.
Terrier Oriole is an unguided two-stage rocket system which is primarily used by the Goddard Space Flight Center out of the Wallops Flight Facility as a sounding rocket. The system uses a Terrier first-stage booster attached to an Oriole second-stage rocket. The system can carry payloads between 800 to 1,500 pounds (360 to 680 kg) up to an altitude of 320 kilometers (200 mi).
The Terrier-Orion is a small rocket that is not able to reach the moon.
It can only carry a small payload about 120 miles into space. So whatever the Department of Defense launched must have been small enough to fit on that rocket, yet powerful enough to assist in the study of this event. This sounds to me like they have created a telescope by networking three smaller telescopes, like the “The Swarm Telescope Concept“.
Pretty interesting stuff, I’d say.
Quick Links
The audio interview with “Dr. Eric Norton” can be heard HERE
The coordinates to be used in GoogleMoon Viewer to see the images above are: 22°42’38.46″N, 142°34’44.52″E.
Mainstream Media Coverage
The mass-media has begun covering this story. Outlets such as the London Daily Mail, New York Daily News and The Hindustan Times of India have versions of this story, but none of them has the initial, long-range-telescopic image of the craft that TRN has, nor do any of them have the audio interview with “Dr. Norton” whose name was changed to protect his identity.
Links
Of course many people out in Internet-land are unaware of the back story behind this object on the moon. They just refer to it as a strange mysterious structure that was somehow “just” discovered.
“We still forget when we die, and they don't. They do not regard their bodies as sacred or a possession like most human societies do. They do not understand our preservation of self since they really don't have a self. At least if they lose theirs, they can get a new one and no harm done. They regard our spirit or soul as equal to theirs. In fact, it is indicated in several documents that according to them, our spirit is the same as theirs. We just have more physical attachment to our bodies than they do.
They also have been noted as saying that we choose to remain as Earth beings and come back life after life because we know our path and that is where we are supposed to be.”
-Former Archivist who handled Classified Documentation
Our world; the reality that we inhabit is not at all what we think it is. You know, I kind of get a little pissed off when some one says “There’s no such thing as extraterrestrials. It hasn’t been proven.” The signs are friggin’ everywhere. All you just need to do is open up your eyes just a little bit.
Don’t be a fucking asshole.
Take Aways
A large constellation of inbound objects was tracked for two years departing from deep space and heading towards the moon.
The objects were viewed through telescopes and appeared as skyscraper-sized frameworks resembling “L” shaped objects.
The objects moved in a trajectory that altered course, changed velocity and decelerated.
The objects made a soft landing on the moon and were assembled in place.
At the time of the landing, NASA was ill-equipped to monitor the situation due to President Obama re-purposing NASA from space exploration to Muslim outreach.
A killed program, the LADEE, was resurrected before it could be turned into scrap metal. It was launched and sent to observe the activity on the moon.
The Chinese were asked to support this effort as well, and the timetable for 嫦娥三号 was advanced.
An “accidental” positing of images on the internet alerted the public to the strange facility on the moon.
A narrative from “Dr. Newton” explains what had occurred.
FAQ
Q: Why isn’t this event common knowledge?
A: The mainstream American media is no longer tasked with reporting the news. They are a propaganda arm of the oligarchy. Unless the event derives political advantage, or is useful in formulating public opinion, the media and the editors will ignore it.
Q: What role did you have in this event?
A: I held absolutely no role in this event in any way. I was retired from MAJestic in 2006. My role, when I was active, dealt with the MWI and other things. I report this as an observer and throwing some things together that is pretty oblivious to most casual internet surfers.
Q: What did the mainstream American media report on instead of an armada of extraterrestrial skyscraper-sized rectangular objects inbound to the moon?
A: Here’s the list from ABC news;
1. Ebola Epidemic Becomes Global Health Crisis.
2. Disasters on Malaysian Airlines.
3. Fighting in Ukraine and Crimea.
4. Deadly Israel-Hamas Conflict.
5. Rise of a Brutal New Terror Group.
6. World Shows It’s Competitive Side inSochi and Rio.
7. Republicans Take Control of the Senate in Midterm Elections.
I have to ask the reader, seriously, how bad was the “Ebola Epidemic” in your life personally? What about the Malaysian aircraft? How did it affect YOUR life? What about the fighting in the Ukraine, or in Israel?
It’s all propaganda.
MAJestic Related Posts – Training
These are posts and articles that revolve around how I was recruited for MAJestic and my training. Also discussed is the nature of secret programs. I really do not know why the organization was kept so secret. It really wasn’t because of any kind of military concern, and the technologies were way too involved for any kind of information transfer. The only conclusion that I can come to is that we were obligated to maintain secrecy at the behalf of our extraterrestrial benefactors.
MAJestic Related Posts – Our Universe
These particular posts are concerned about the universe that we are all part of. Being entangled as I was, and involved in the crazy things that I was, I was given some insight. This insight wasn’t anything super special. Rather it offered me perception along with advantage. Here, I try to impart some of that knowledge through discussion.
Enjoy.
MAJestic Related Posts – World-Line Travel
These posts are related to “reality slides”. Other more common terms are “world-line travel”, or the MWI. What people fail to grasp is that when a person has the ability to slide into a different reality (pass into a different world-line), they are able to “touch” Heaven to some extent. Here are posts that cover this topic.
John Titor Related Posts
Another person, collectively known by the identity of “John Titor” claimed to utilize world-line (MWI egress) travel to collect artifacts from the past. He is an interesting subject to discuss. Here we have multiple posts in this regard.
I argue that the mere presence of political parties is a substantive sign that the nation is not running at all as it was intended. It was intended that substantive citizens of good moral character and intelligence would vote for representation at their local level. It was intended that everything would operate at the state level, and the United States federal government would manage the interactions between the individual states.
That is not what we have today.
We have an empire that is run by an oligarchy.
All this turmoil and conflict today boils down to the final stages of transformation. In the mind of the oligarchy, they are so close to turning the Untied States into their vision of perfection; one where they rule over easily manipulated mindless serfs. We are almost there.
We are almost there. We are one election away from this becoming our reality.
We were all Suffering through the Incompetence of Washington, D.C.
There was at a point in time, when I was a child, before the Federal Reserve still hadn’t completely decimated the US Dollar. It was still worth around twenty cents. As the dollar kept on losing value, both parents needed to go to work. This fact, forced the breakup of the American family. The family had to break up, as the mother had to work as well as the father.
Look at the graph yourself. It is obvious whoever is running the American monetary supply is doing a FUCKING PISS POOR JOB at it. This is an obvious fact. It means that the entire system must be scrapped and replaced with one that maintains it’s value over time. If our elected officials were actually doing their job, they would have noticed a problem at the very start of this fiasco.
The Value of the US Dollar since the establishment of the Federal Reserve. The performance of the first ten years should have told everyone what a huge fucking mistake that they made. The truth is for the last 90 years, the value of the USD has had an unstoppable downward vector.
There is a lot of debate on this particular quote. You can look at watch the sparks fly as the debate a rages on. Oh, my goodness! It is all so silly! One side says “here is the quote”, and the other side goes “Oh, No no no. He never said it! It’s all revisionist history. The Income Tax was wonderful!” It really is silly.
Here is my take.
The value of the USD (United States Dollar) was pretty stable. It had it’s ups and downs, but for the most part it was pretty consistent. It was stable. Then, after the passage of the 16thAmendment, the value of the USD dropped like a stone. It plummeted to 50% of its value within a ten-year span of time. It dropped 50% in a decade. That is horrifying!
Only a fucking idiot wouldn’t regret the decision to establish the Federal Reserve.
You have a fairly stable dollar. Some powerful “associates” convince you to change the system that is working just fine, and replace it with a different system. So, low and behold, you put a new banking system in place. Then suddenly, right before your eyes, the value of the dollar collapses. It goes completely to shit. Every year it gets worse and worse!
So…
[1] So, ok, maybe the former President didn’t say that quote. If so, then he was a fucking idiot. He was evil and selfish and couldn’t read a simple chart. That is the only conclusion that you can come to, if this quote did not belong to him. Because that is, what the statists are arguing. They are saying that the President was just fine and dandy and happy with what happened with the imposition of the Income tax and the Federal Reserve. He saw the result of the change, he saw the value of the dollar collapse, and agreed that it was all good and well.
[2] If the quote is indeed accurate, then he is a normal person who is able to read charts, and ended up with regrets. This is what a normal and sane person would be. They would see that what they put in place went to complete shit. This would be what a normal person would do. Personally, I can live both concepts. And you, the reader, should as well.
Anyways, with the collapse of the USD, now everything became more and more expensive. Both parents now had to go to work. The children needed to be cared for, and the government stepped in to do just that. Over time they created a situation where the children were being trained to become complaisant mindless serfs.
America is a Dictatorship
First of all, there is no longer any realistic question as regards whether the US in recent decades has been a republic, or instead a democracy.
It’s been decided through analysis. According to the only scientific analysis of the relevant data, that has been done in order to determine whether the US is a republic or a democracy.
There is no question about it.
The study proves that functionally, the USA is neither a democracy or a republic. It is instead a dictatorship.
The US is definitely a dictatorship that’s perpetrated by the richest on the planet, against the American public-at-large. Not the richest people in America. No. It is a dictatorship run by the richest people on the planet.
The fact is that those who control money don’t need to live in the United States to control it’s operation and administration.
America Functions as an Aristocracy
The study proves that the USA is a dictatorship.
But, it is not run by a dictator. The President is not a dictator. In other words: the US Government functions as an aristocracy, otherwise referred-to as an oligarchy, or a plutocracy, or a kleptocracy. By whatever name, it’s ruled by a tiny number of the extremely wealthiest and their agents, on behalf of those few super-rich. This is done against the concerns and interests and needs of the public (everyone else).
Therefore, instead of being rule by the public (the “demos” is the Greek term for it), it’s rule on behalf of a tiny dictatorial class, of extreme wealth — by whatever name we might happen to label this ruling class.
As such these rulers create “secret societies” within the government to carry out their objectives. This has been given a name. Collectively, these secret societies are known as “swamp” in Washington, D.C..
An Investigation into what we have Become…
That study, the one that discovered that the United States is a true and actual dictatorship was startling. The authors of the study, professors Gilens and Page, explained that it examined…
It compared those public-policy preferences against the interests of two types of people. The first group; [1] the public, versus [2] the public-policy preferences regarding those same issues, by the super-wealthiest in the world (not the richest in the United States).
The findings were troublesome.
It found that only the public-policy preferences by the super-wealthiest (and their paid agents), not the public at large, made any discernible difference in the legislation related to policy. Read that sentence TWO times, please.
Thus the public-policy preferences of the GLOBAL WEALTHY do, at far higher than mere random chances, become enacted into laws.
Whereas, the public-policy preferences of the public are ignored, in the United States. They are totally and completely ignored except in political rhetoric and promises; pure frauds perpetrated to deceive the public.
The study came to these conclusions by looking at numerous factors. It was done not only on the basis of examining thousands of cases and doing the statistical analysis of the data. That is what fundamentally Gilens and Page had done. Rather, it was also done on the basis of observations of how the US federal government has been functioning in recent decades.
As can be expected, the scientific study is vastly more reliable than is any individual’s mere opinion about the matter. That is most especially true about “fact checking” organizations. For they are completely owned by wealthy globalist interests.
State Level Corruption
Furthermore, there exists evidence that even in local or state governments in the United States, considerable corruption exists. (Some places have this corruption more than others.) In other words, “the swamp” is not geographically located. The level of corruption has saturated every government agency, organization and function. It has reached far and wide, and has tendrils that run deep, deep into everything.
Obviously, an extreme slant prevails in favor of the rich.
What was exemplified in this reporting by that excellent investigative team could be called “corporate organized-gangsterism,”.
That is what we should all call it. This gangsterism was being led by an operation, “ALEC,” that was founded by politicians whose careers are funded by numerous global billionaires.
ALEC Operations
A issue of the Washington Post’s “PowerPost” section was titled “The Finance 202: Tax overhaul’s big test comes now”, and it described in detail what was shaping the 2017 Trump Administration’s tax-overhaul bill. Old news right? Pay attention to the point; this article reported that the lobbyists were shaping it 100%.
Ah yes.
The article is a superb nitty-gritty, down among the weeds, description, of the monetary deals, the horse-trading, that were being made, not only for corporations, but for the wealthiest non-business lobbies. This is for all of them, including ‘nonprofit’ ones.
Yet please note that almost all of these lobbyists, depend overwhelmingly upon billionaires for their funding.
What’s being carved-up and served, is being carved-up from governments, and being served to the super-rich.
So: is it any wonder why Gilens and Page found what they did?
They found that “economic elites and organized groups representing business interests have substantial independent impacts on US government policy. While mass-based interest groups and average citizens have little or no independent influence.”
How It Works
Both Political Parties can win and retain power only by deceiving (defrauding) the public, and serving the billionaires, though in different ways; some conservative, and some liberal.
Virtually everything else than that service to billionaires (and to centi-millionaires) is just frauds by politicians. This is because, at least after around 1970, only the richest 1% or (usually far) less are actually being served by the US federal Government.
It’s not the billionaires that are defrauded by politicians; it is clearly the public that is being defrauded by them.
The money, the huge amounts of money that is flowing towards these foreign billionaires are coming from the taxation of Americans.
The public are served only to the extent that the public’s interests are the same as the billionaires’ interests.
Voters are Ignored – There is NO Representation at all
The Gilens and Page study found that the public’s policy-preferences are simply ignored. Oh, not at all what is stated publicly on the news media, but instead ignored in the political outcomes.
The US Government, thus, is of a few people (the policymakers), by the billionaires, and for the billionaires, and that’s just an established fact.
They control us.
They control everything and possess “secret societies” that operate with the “official” and public government structure. These “secret societies” carry out the wishes of the true leadership; the true and real owners of us citizens.
via GIPHY
Other Agendas and Other Intentions
Additionally, aside from the numerous ties to the oligarchy, the “deep State” has various “pockets” of individuals involved in their own agendas. They utilize the American government, and fund and finance their actions from within the organization.
There are many such secret societies. MAJestic is one set up in the late 1940’s, but there are many others. Below is an article regarding a secret society set up by former President Obama to push a politically progressive agenda after he left office.
They control us. They do so by monitoring us, and making sure that we “behave” in accordance with their permissions (permissible behaviors). When anyone deviates, in even the slightest amount, an “iron fist” clamps down and smashes the poor citizen into “squashed jelly”; Eviscerated into a state where it is impossible to continue in any kind of normal life.
This is far, far, far beyond what was envisioned by the founders when the Constitution was first established.
Conclusions
America is not a Republic, though it was intended to be one.
It was changed by amendment into a Democracy, and then altered over the years into a Socialist Democracy.
Abuses of voting, and manipulation of the public has created a situation whereas individual Americans have no control over “their” government. Instead, the American government is controlled by wealthy non-American oligarchs.
Therefore, the United States is nothing like it was initially intended to be. It is instead a Empire run by internal secret societies working deep within the Washington DC “swamp” that do the bidding of wealthy non-American oligarchs.
Take Aways
Because foreign interests control the American government, we have…
What You Can Do?
There are many, many people pointing out that there is a huge “swamp” in Washington DC that needs to be drained. There are others who point out that foreign influences are too strong, and others that point out the folly of the news media propaganda. All of this is fine and dandy, but it’s just a bunch of people complaining. There are no substantive answers and directions to reverse this situation.
Or are there?
I suggest the reader go to these sites to get an idea of people who are taking positive and proactive steps to put the government back on track.
FAQ
Q: Is America a Constitutional Republic today?
A: No. America stopped being a Constitutional Republic with the passage of the 12th and the 17th Amendments to the Constitution.
Q: Is America a Democracy?
A: No. If America was a democracy, then the votes of the people would determine policy. This is decidedly not the case. Policy that is implemented in Washington DC and in the state capitals are predominantly determined by foreign interests.
Q: Is America an Empire?
A: Yes. Read the definition of what an empire is…
Q: What is America today?
A: America is an empire. It is a dysfunctional empire. It functions as a dictatorship. However the President is not a dictator. Instead the nation is ruled by a collective of non-American oligarchs. They operate and control the nation via secret societies that collectively are known as “the swamp”.
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Stories that Inspired Me
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