Parent Category: ON BEING HUMAN WITHOUT A HIVE MENTALITY
Last Updated: Sunday, 05 May 2019 13:05
Magic is a very magical thing. Science performs magic every now and then, but soon somebody turns that magic into a piece of glass and plastic for sale to anybody with enough money. First was the magic of invention or discovery, then comes the science of explaining the miracle in common terms, and then we get the consumer item that turns the science into pollution and debt. From magic to slavery at a speed directly related to the profits offered by the new technology. It is sometimes difficult to see the relationship between our waste and the magic that enabled us to consider a manufactured object as waste. We have lost the magic inherent in life and consciousness, but magic still lives, and it is very much part of our unconsciousness…
Magic is not gone from this world, but like everything else worth something, it was declared contraband a long time ago, and it went underground, the privilege of secretive people gathered in secretive societies, to be corrupted in the dark and turned into a weapon against all society outside the secret society of worthy practitioners. This sounds very poetic and phantasmagorical, and I myself would never have my name attached to nonsense about witches and evil priestesses and satanic rituals in church basements, until I saw the American High priestesses performing at places like the United Nations hearings, or the priestesses scattered all over the news channels, spokesperson for this magnificent president, personal aide to that great leader, press secretary of that marvellous humanitarian army. At first, I thought them eye-candy appointed purely because they fit the ‘optics’ of the new presidency. In other words, pretty little bimbos that looks good in the reality show that is politics these days. I quickly changed my mind:
Firstly, those American spokeswomen are all a little bit worn around the edges, more make-up there, than beauty. It surprised me that Trump, with friends like Lolita, would use such old hags, and the stupidity! It was obvious from the beginning that these women pay absolutely no attention to reality, living purely within the confines of their dressing room offices, repeating words handed to them before the show starts. At least, that was my first, knee-jerk response to their blatant disconnect with reality. Most diplomats live by prevarication; it seems the most essential qualification for diplomats is the ability to evade the truth in the most verbose way imaginable. It has always been like that; the politician answers every question with three statements: Self-aggrandisement, followed by a reminder of the proletariat’s inability to take wise decisions, and lastly the promise to address all concerns raised with utmost transparency and accountability: “I am the Democratically elected Official in Charge, and I tell you that you cannot just believe rumours about funds being stolen. I am in constant high-level talks with experts and authorities, and a plan of action is being worked out. We intent to find whomever spread these rumours and discipline that person or persons to the full extend of the law.”
Never must the issue ever be obscured by facts. We have grown used to this, and all thinking people stop listening to the bull the moment they grow up enough to think beyond the next football game. This new crop of – and I say this as gender-neutrally as possible – this new crop of female speakers are all employing the very same tactic, which tells me they are either all the same woman, or they are all having their scripts written by the same person, or they are all working according to a very specific and well-defined agenda/protocol/script. Let us analyse their utterances as a genus, and if they never deviate from the rules we find, we know we have deduced the correct set of rules. This is how scientists turn magic into products; they define the behaviour of the underlying workings precisely, and the product must never deviate from that.
We may, for the purposes of being scholarly and referenceable, quote every single spokeswoman on every single occasion. That would indeed be a worthy occupation for a student wanting to extract a degree from a professor, or a professional journalist tired of drawing a salary, but my time on earth is short, and I’d rather spend the time drinking beer. I can, for the purposes of this discussion, refer you to YouTube videos of these feminine-looking entities uttering and perjuring and blaspheming all day long, but that would be old news, of worth only if you think me a liar. While you surf for videos celebrating these …things, I will attempt a generic speech by Niki Haley, doing her thing for American Security:
“The Federal government reiterates its right to defend itself, its overseas interests, its allies and the interests of our allies. The Yemeni war is a proxy war by the evil regime of Iran, and Iran must take responsibility for the 194 lives lost off the coast of Yemen this morning. The US Army always regrets the loss of civilian life, but the US Airforce strike was against a number of wooden fishing canoes approaching our aircraft carrier in a threatening manner. We urge the United Nations Security Council to take immediate action against the Iranian Regime, or risk the total destruction of civilisation in southwest Arabia.” All this is said in a deadpan monotone, delivered with an air of infallibility and utmost authority.
This scene repeats itself on television every day. The news changes; sometimes a juicy bit of libel against a foreign government, some days just the off-handed dismissal of public outrage over a hundred dead children in yet another mass bombing of yet another city in yet another far-off country no American can point out on a map. The faces change; Nauert, Haley, That other thing with the blonde hair and waxy smile, I don’t even care about their names anymore, I recognise that blank intent stare they have, then the lips start moving in this sort of dead monotone with just a hint of whatever accusation the current utterance holds, and then it ends with the Curse, always there must be something that might sound peevish or whiney, a plea for liberation from sorrow, and in there, I find they hide their curses. Mostly, though, they just glare at space, uttering a monotone statement of their innocence and our culpability, and justification for their abhorrent actions by the pure fabrication of data.
At first, it seemed odd, blatant and totally disconnected with reality. Understanding came when all subsequent discussions, from “both” sides of the political spectrum of media, assumed the absolute validity of the original press conference statement. It was like magic. It was as if these heavily-made up entities were delivering not prepared speeches, but incantations. The symbolism is just too obvious for words, the entire show is so blatantly ritualistic, the similarities to the old tales of witches and demon worship and evil lords and a suffering humanity under the cruel yoke of the magician-king and his evil witch mother, fantastic and glamorous, confident and austere, proud and unassailable in her eternal beauty, the true Queen, fearsome and vengeful, the bane of al who oppose her will; with a wave of her magic wand, she can turn any man into a gibbering fool, or a glorious hero. Entire nations may become overnight enemies, or allies since the beginning of time, merely by pointing her magic wand in the right direction. The evil queen’s wand is made, not of unicorn feathers, it contains not a drop of ghostly blood and the Phoenix shed no iron shoe for this wand. The magic wand of the Great Priestess Queen is made of that most holy of stuff, the most powerful of material, it is made of the fame-impregnated, celebrity-stained, paedophile-groomed, money-laundered, shame-ingrained, warmongering and soul-destroying parasitic growth against the hills of California. The wand of the high Satanic Priestesses of the American Diplomatic Corps is made of that most magical of all woods: Hollywood.
Wave your Hollywood wand at a rookie soldier lost in the desert, picked up and cared for by ‘enemy combatants’, and suddenly she is rescued by a whole battalion of brave Marines shouting “Hut,hut hut” at civilian nurses who have been trying to drive her home for a week already. Private Jessica Lynch, was it?
Wave your Hollywood wand, and firemen suddenly all become selfless heroes because a few dozen died during an unannounced demolition in New York. Of course the firemen were brave, but the wand took everyone’s attention off the fact that they died on the orders of people who knew beforehand exactly what is happening.
Wave the wand, and some poorly acted, extremely well-financed video of people covered in flour and acting dead, becomes proof of chemical warfare, grounds for regime-change war in Syria. Give it an Oscar.
Wave the wand, and six million people died in gas chambers in Auschwitz, all evidence notwithstanding.
Wave the wand, and Dresden never happened, no-one starved the concentration inmates for months after the war ended, before releasing the few survivors as walking skeletons. Wave that wand, and no-one got nuked because they refused to subject their economy to the ‘management’ of the Federal Reserve.
Wave the wand, and every white man suddenly understands his complicity in the suffering of innocent and noble barbarians all over the world, except for the Nordic countries, they were never hunted barbarians, they just sprang from the earth, killing people of colour just to satisfy their genetic predisposition towards racism and white supremacism. Never was one white barbarian on earth enslaved, hunted, exterminated by the Arabs, Romans, Roman Church, the Bank, never. White men came forth fully-formed racists with nuclear weapons and Gucci shoes. Except for the illiterate barbarian Viking bit, that looks good on the silver screen.
Wave your magic wand, the British Crown and the Vatican were the divine vehicles for civilising the world, the coloured nations supplied all the labour, and the capitalists are the only people who create and produce anything, anything at all.
Wave your Hollywood wand, my hunger pains are stilled by the reports of a new stock market high.
Wave your wand, Hollywood, we need to know our leaders are doing their very best to ensure investor confidence.
Wave your wand, because the moment you lose that ole Hollywood Magic, the entire Globalist Agenda will stand naked.
Is there no end to the magic that the magic wand made of Hollywood can bring forth upon mankind? What is next? An interactive gameshow where we use our cell phones to bomb some tribe somewhere because they are too poor to deserve living on top of mineral ‘resources’?
What next? Eternal rebroadcasts of Big Bang Theory to keep us inside, while the US bombs us back into the Stone Age?
Next thing you know, we will suddenly realise America is not a communist tyranny that monetises every possible form of human suffering; instead we will see them as the bright, everlasting beacon of humanitarianism and liberty, the last recourse of a mankind hungry and weary of war, disease-ridden and glad to be liberated by Sylvester Stallone and Will Smith, while Morgan Freeman, in the background, narrates our rights privileges and duties in the New World Order. Oh, and somehow, all the Yanks will be made in China.
I say we tie Trump’s spokeswomen up in iron chains, and throw them into the Potomac. …I am pretty sure they will float… pretty sure indeed. If they sink and drown, we know they were innocent. That test was good enough for The Catholic church, surely we can trust it?
Update: It seems a Sorcerer King has stood up, or maybe he’s just a High Priest, a bishop of the Diocese, kind of; Mike Pompeo utters the same monotonous incantations of violence and senseless hatred against the enemies of Zion as his female counterparts, only he gets to speak almost every day, from a variety of platforms, and his management of his president is not hidden in the least respect. It is almost embarrassing, the way Pompeo seems to determine all policy with or without bothering to read Trump’s latest tweets. The embarrassment lies in the poor attempts by Trump to keep up with the latest changes in policy. It would be funny, was it not so damnably sad.