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"content": "Past Life Resurfacing<br /><br />Every once in a while, things happen in your life that can only be explained by the interaction of your life path, whether intentional or not, with elements of a previous existence your soul had experienced in a past life. I won’t go into the mountains of evidence for the existence of reincarnation, because it’s out there, nor the subjective proofs I have had in that regard, specifically those which were made known to me in a series of past-life regression sessions I had with a trained psychologist under hypnosis. Let me just summarise that all my previous lives that I have recalled happened in Eastern Europe.<br /><br />I was born in Eastern Europe, in Czechoslovakia during the Soviet invasion of 1968. At 3 months of age I was moved to Austria, then the USA. In 1976 we moved to West Germany and moved back to the USA in 1977. In 1991 I made the decision to move back to Czechoslovakia, a country I knew only from the story-books of other people’s memories. I had no idea what I was getting into, and the only relatives I had there were people I had never met, nor even knew much about. In retrospect, it was a move somewhere between foolish and progressive. <br /><br />Within 2 months of my arrival I had a job, a surprisingly good one, too. My advantage at the time was my command of both English and Czech, and being a fresh college graduate. In that job, I had, on several occasions interacted with many different people from various countries, as well as high-ranking people in the Czechoslovak government because the company I worked for was a Dutch company engaged in international trade. A series of events caused me to quit that job, and 2 months after that ended, I was hired by another international company from the UK. <br /><br />This particular company was a tobacco company, and my duties included travelling throughout South Moravia and building a sales network for advertising and distribution of the company’s cigarette brands in what later became the Czech Republic. <br /><br />One day, I was making a sales call in a tobacco shop right on the main square of Uherske Hradiste, and just as I was leaving, a man walked in there and immediately recognised me. We walked outside and he asked me if I was “that young American man” who worked for that Dutch company and I told him what had happened. He seemed to know me, and he knew my former boss’s names but I didn’t remember him at all. <br /><br />He was a man in his 70s who bore a strong resemblance to Eduard Shevardnadze, and with him were 3 other guys who wore the same dark business suits like him, one obviously his driver, and one obviously his bodyguard, who wore black sunglasses. They all looked like characters from a Russian mafia movie but I had a deep but unexplainable reaction of positivity and trust toward them all, especially Eduard (for want of a better name). <br /><br />Eduard was the only one of the group who spoke to me, and his English was very good, with a slight French accent. I also took notice of his car, a black Jaguar with French plates and a CD diplomatic sticker. He told me that the job I was doing was beneath me, and that I should be working at a much higher level and making more money. He said he was from Astrakhan, and that he was negotiating some import and export deals between his country (or whatever it was) and various countries in central and western Europe, dealing with everything from heavy machinery to consumer products, and based on what he knew about me, he thought I would be perfect for a position with his company. He seemed to be in a hurry, and even said so, telling me that he was late for a meeting that day, and that he had a lot of work to do. We exchanged business cards, and he insisted that I call him the next month to arrange a more formal meeting and discuss things about the position. His business card was a lot bigger than a normal one, and his company offices were stated as being in both Paris, France, and Astrakhan. <br /><br />He got into the back seat of the Jaguar, and lowered his black-tinted window, saying something like “not to worry,” and that soon I will have a much better job. I was psyched. I couldn’t stop thinking about that encounter throughout the rest of my day as I went about doing my job. I remembered he asked me where I lived, which was Brno, Czech Republic at the time, and he said he was planning on setting up a corporation there as well. What I couldn’t understand about the meeting was my anomalously positive reaction to meeting him. I felt like I had met a long-lost friend, and I almost got the impression he did too. I just KNEW that he was a good guy and that I needed to find out more about him, and whatever outfit he was working for. I carefully placed his business card in the front flap pocket of my business card holder as I prepared to leave Uherske Hradiste to drive back home. <br /><br />Even under normal circumstances, the drive from Uherske Hradiste going west is quite treacherous, especially the sharp twists and turns going through the Buchlov Hills. This night was particularly bad, with freezing rain and icy road conditions. Right around where the Buchlov Hills begin there was a massive traffic jam, and the reason became instantly obvious. It was a car accident and one of the cars had been completely crushed to where it was only about 60cm high but I recognised it immediately as I drove past the accident scene at a snail’s pace. It was a black Jaguar with French plates. <br /><br />No human could have survived inside that car, and I had no doubt in my mind that this was the car of that mysterious man and his colleaugues. As far as car accidents go, I’ve seen some really strange ones, and I couldn’t figure out how the car got crushed like that. I also knew that my meeting with “Eduard” was a fateful one, at least for him. <br /><br />I also knew that I had to at least call one of the phone numbers on his business card and possibly arrange to meet someone else from the company, but as everyone knows, back in 1993 the telecommunications scene was a bit different, and long-distance calls would cost an arm and a leg, and because of that I kept putting it off. <br /><br />A week or so later, my company car was broken into right after I got home and parked it in front of my house. I was about to empty the contents, which always included 6 master cases of cigarettes, and my briefcase. One of the neighbours in my building had seen the robber, and had rung my bell repeatedly but I had just gotten in and was sitting on the bathroom when all of this was happening. By the time I got to my car, the damage had been done. None of the cigarettes were missing. The only thing missing was my briefcase. At that time, I did not have a telephone in my apartment, and neither did anyone else. The only option to call the Police was a phone booth a block away, and when I got there, there was a long line. I explained that it was an emergency and was able to call the Police immediately. They arrived, and took pictures and evidence. It was ridiculous because one of the police officers, a young woman, managed to slice her wrist open on the jagged glass, thus contaminating the scene. <br /><br />I filed a Police report and before that had to drive the car (loaded with cigarettes) with a broken passenger-side window to inside the courtyard of the Police station. The next day was worse, because it was winter, and I had to drive all over town to find an auto glass place that would repair the damage, all the while having cold air blowing at the right side of my head. This resulted in a severe head cold. <br /><br />The window was fixed the next day and I immediately visited the distribution company we were cooperating with and the owner told me that the Police had called, and that my briefcase had been found. This was great news because I had all my business records in there and some new contracts, and other important stuff. Like my business card folder. <br /><br />The briefcase had been found by a doctor in the middle of the woods, on a path he would take as a shortcut to work. I thanked him and took the briefcase home to assess the damages. The only things missing were 6 of my business cards out of that folder, and one of them was that of that mysterious man from Astrakhan. <br /><br />I never did find out what his real name was, although I do know he died the same day he had given me his card. It was on the local TV news, and reported that a fatal accident involving foreigners had occurred on the E50 in the Buchlov Hills. He obviously had a lot of money, and was obviously an important man. Maybe the Police (or someone else) had found MY business card among his personal effects during a search of the car, and maybe they decided to pay me a visit, and attempted to wipe their tracks by stealing HIS business card from me. <br /><br />Maybe I was never meant to contact him again. Then again, maybe I WAS supposed to contact him again, but someone somewhere intervened, for whatever reason. <br />",
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I had no idea what I was getting into, and the only relatives I had there were people I had never met, nor even knew much about. In retrospect, it was a move somewhere between foolish and progressive. \n\nWithin 2 months of my arrival I had a job, a surprisingly good one, too. My advantage at the time was my command of both English and Czech, and being a fresh college graduate. In that job, I had, on several occasions interacted with many different people from various countries, as well as high-ranking people in the Czechoslovak government because the company I worked for was a Dutch company engaged in international trade. A series of events caused me to quit that job, and 2 months after that ended, I was hired by another international company from the UK. \n\nThis particular company was a tobacco company, and my duties included travelling throughout South Moravia and building a sales network for advertising and distribution of the company’s cigarette brands in what later became the Czech Republic. \n\nOne day, I was making a sales call in a tobacco shop right on the main square of Uherske Hradiste, and just as I was leaving, a man walked in there and immediately recognised me. We walked outside and he asked me if I was “that young American man” who worked for that Dutch company and I told him what had happened. He seemed to know me, and he knew my former boss’s names but I didn’t remember him at all. \n\nHe was a man in his 70s who bore a strong resemblance to Eduard Shevardnadze, and with him were 3 other guys who wore the same dark business suits like him, one obviously his driver, and one obviously his bodyguard, who wore black sunglasses. They all looked like characters from a Russian mafia movie but I had a deep but unexplainable reaction of positivity and trust toward them all, especially Eduard (for want of a better name). \n\nEduard was the only one of the group who spoke to me, and his English was very good, with a slight French accent. I also took notice of his car, a black Jaguar with French plates and a CD diplomatic sticker. He told me that the job I was doing was beneath me, and that I should be working at a much higher level and making more money. 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I couldn’t stop thinking about that encounter throughout the rest of my day as I went about doing my job. I remembered he asked me where I lived, which was Brno, Czech Republic at the time, and he said he was planning on setting up a corporation there as well. What I couldn’t understand about the meeting was my anomalously positive reaction to meeting him. I felt like I had met a long-lost friend, and I almost got the impression he did too. I just KNEW that he was a good guy and that I needed to find out more about him, and whatever outfit he was working for. I carefully placed his business card in the front flap pocket of my business card holder as I prepared to leave Uherske Hradiste to drive back home. \n\nEven under normal circumstances, the drive from Uherske Hradiste going west is quite treacherous, especially the sharp twists and turns going through the Buchlov Hills. This night was particularly bad, with freezing rain and icy road conditions. Right around where the Buchlov Hills begin there was a massive traffic jam, and the reason became instantly obvious. It was a car accident and one of the cars had been completely crushed to where it was only about 60cm high but I recognised it immediately as I drove past the accident scene at a snail’s pace. It was a black Jaguar with French plates. \n\nNo human could have survived inside that car, and I had no doubt in my mind that this was the car of that mysterious man and his colleaugues. As far as car accidents go, I’ve seen some really strange ones, and I couldn’t figure out how the car got crushed like that. I also knew that my meeting with “Eduard” was a fateful one, at least for him. \n\nI also knew that I had to at least call one of the phone numbers on his business card and possibly arrange to meet someone else from the company, but as everyone knows, back in 1993 the telecommunications scene was a bit different, and long-distance calls would cost an arm and a leg, and because of that I kept putting it off. \n\nA week or so later, my company car was broken into right after I got home and parked it in front of my house. I was about to empty the contents, which always included 6 master cases of cigarettes, and my briefcase. One of the neighbours in my building had seen the robber, and had rung my bell repeatedly but I had just gotten in and was sitting on the bathroom when all of this was happening. By the time I got to my car, the damage had been done. None of the cigarettes were missing. The only thing missing was my briefcase. At that time, I did not have a telephone in my apartment, and neither did anyone else. The only option to call the Police was a phone booth a block away, and when I got there, there was a long line. I explained that it was an emergency and was able to call the Police immediately. They arrived, and took pictures and evidence. It was ridiculous because one of the police officers, a young woman, managed to slice her wrist open on the jagged glass, thus contaminating the scene. \n\nI filed a Police report and before that had to drive the car (loaded with cigarettes) with a broken passenger-side window to inside the courtyard of the Police station. The next day was worse, because it was winter, and I had to drive all over town to find an auto glass place that would repair the damage, all the while having cold air blowing at the right side of my head. This resulted in a severe head cold. \n\nThe window was fixed the next day and I immediately visited the distribution company we were cooperating with and the owner told me that the Police had called, and that my briefcase had been found. This was great news because I had all my business records in there and some new contracts, and other important stuff. Like my business card folder. \n\nThe briefcase had been found by a doctor in the middle of the woods, on a path he would take as a shortcut to work. I thanked him and took the briefcase home to assess the damages. The only things missing were 6 of my business cards out of that folder, and one of them was that of that mysterious man from Astrakhan. \n\nI never did find out what his real name was, although I do know he died the same day he had given me his card. It was on the local TV news, and reported that a fatal accident involving foreigners had occurred on the E50 in the Buchlov Hills. 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"content": "Alternate Reality Experience on the D-1 Highway in Czech Republic<br /><br />Here's what happened to me. It was 2004 and me and a friend of mine were driving from Germany to Brno, Czech Republic on the D-1 highway. Right before we got to Brno, we stopped to relieve ourselves at an unfurnished rest area that had just parking spaces and a couple dumpsters. I went into the woods, and as I'm urinating I hear a man's voice behind me politely ask: \"Excuse me, sir, would you be interested in buying some coins?\" My first thought was \"only in the Czech Republic.\" I said I was interested, and asked him to wait; and he said \"no problem.\" He spoke Czech, by the way. He shows me and my partner an album full of coins mounted in 2x2 holders in pages that held 30 coins each. Some were Silver, and some were ordinary circulation coins from Czechoslovakia, Germany, and the USA. I asked him how much he wanted and he said he would only sell entire pages, at a price (in CZ Crowns) of about 15 USD each. \"No less and no more,\" he said. This was super weird because first of all, I actually do collect coins, and to see him selling lots consisting of about 10 Silver coins and the rest being ordinary junk coins in that combination, and at that price struck me as really odd. Why was the price so low? The Silver coins seemed genuine, so I bought 2 album pages off him, and my friend bought one. I then realised that he had addressed me in Czech, but my friend's car had German plates, so how did he know that I speak Czech? He also spoke some German, so he started telling us that he comes there every day to look through the dumpsters to find aluminium because he has a son who's seriously ill and needs medicine that he has to buy in Austria. He told us he lived in Brno just 5 minutes walking distance from the rest stop, and pointed up to the roadway bridge above the highway that led to his house, indicating that this was the route he would take every day. I made a mental note of the location and another strange detail: he had this homemade wallet made of cardboard and duct tape that looked like a waiter's wallet. The whole time we were there, not one person stopped at the rest stop, although there were the usual cars speeding past us on the D-1 highway. Also, it was broad daylight, late afternoon in the summer. The other weird thing was that his birthday was exactly one day off from my friend's birthday, same year. We told him we would stop by again, and said goodbye. As we left, and passed the overpass, you could clearly see we were already in metropolitan Brno with all the big blocks of flats visible. Made it to our destination, and I went straight for the coins. Took all of them out of their 2x2s and did the sound test, and all checked out, then had a friend look at them who confirmed they were genuine. Couple days later, on the way back, we decided to stop there again but we couldn't find the rest stop. We had gone back and forth on that section of highway, and there had obviously never been such a rest stop on the eastbound side of the highway underneath an overpass. When I got home, I checked Google Maps, and all the available online maps at the time, and even my paper maps, and there was no rest stop there. Never had been. My friend goes past that area regularly, and looks for it every time, with no luck. I myself have been back and even parked in the westernmost section of Brno and searched the area on foot, with no luck. Since then, I've told many of my friends and family about this and everybody keeps looking out for the strange man with a cardboard wallet. We've talked about that incident with my friend many times and just scratch our heads because we could not have both been hallucinating. To this day we don't know what happened. I still have those coins, by the way.",
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"content": "The Dynamics of the Poland - Belarus Border Situation<br /><br />The \"migrants\" are creating the problem themselves, on one level. They legally applied for asylum in Belarus, paid a fee, Belarus accepted them as refugees, and they arrived in Belarus. All perfectly legal. However their real plan is to infiltrate Germany for 2 reasons: Germany will give them an income of 1200 Euros a month plus free everything (almost) whereas Belarus would give them an income of 80 USD for 6 months, just like all the other job seekers in Belarus. The other reason is that they are undercover militants, over 90% are men, and they have instructions to arrive in Germany, start collecting their money, and await further instructions (and weapons) from their handlers. The disinformation journalists of the West will always focus on the 5 - 6 women and children and ignore all the other facts because they are 5th columnist subversives who want their own countries to fail.<br /><br />These activist jounalists will also complain about the 3km wide exclusion zone that the Polish police maintains along the entire length of the border with Belarus. They'll complain about not being able to speak with the refugess and document their plight. They also falsely claim that there are only \"a couple hundred\" of them, when video footage from the Belarus side clearly shows that there's about 11,000 of them. If they want to speak with the refugees, why not interview them from the Belarus side? They're also not asking another basic question in that why would any immigrant want to come to any of the EU countries with all their heinous corona restrictions, lockdowns, mask orders, etc. when Belarus is one of the few countries where corona is NOT a problem. It's simple: because they're not migrants but invaders, and they have orders to follow. <br /><br />As a Czech, I know this whole region very well, and I also know the mentality of the people involved. Lukašenko instituted this program of granting asylum for these militants from the middle east for 2 reasons: to make money off the \"migrants\" themselves via application fees and bribes, and to make even more money by blackmailing the EU and Germany. His example is Erdogan who was getting 6m Euros in EU money to keep them all there. He asked for 12m and Merkel said no, so he started to send them off to the west, and after he sent about 3m of them, that \"no\" from Merkel became a \"yes\" and Erdogan was able to get an additional 6 million Euros in CASH for himself personally. However in the case of Lukašenko, his main reason for doing all this is just to give the EU a headache for putting sanctions against him. Personally I think he's a pretty OK guy, and the EU had no right to put any sanctions on him or anyone else. Why make enemies? That shows you the difference in thinking between east and west. The west has no idea how to deal with people. Their only tools are either giving money or taking money away, and are short-sighted into believing their money means anything or will continue to mean anything in the future, when people have nothing to eat - not due to the fake virus, but to the overblown response to it. <br /><br />At least the EU isn't behaving like the USA by bombing everybody into submission and letting others handle the fallout for them. <br />",
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"content": "The Dynamics of the Poland - Belarus Border Situation\n\nThe \"migrants\" are creating the problem themselves, on one level. They legally applied for asylum in Belarus, paid a fee, Belarus accepted them as refugees, and they arrived in Belarus. All perfectly legal. However their real plan is to infiltrate Germany for 2 reasons: Germany will give them an income of 1200 Euros a month plus free everything (almost) whereas Belarus would give them an income of 80 USD for 6 months, just like all the other job seekers in Belarus. The other reason is that they are undercover militants, over 90% are men, and they have instructions to arrive in Germany, start collecting their money, and await further instructions (and weapons) from their handlers. The disinformation journalists of the West will always focus on the 5 - 6 women and children and ignore all the other facts because they are 5th columnist subversives who want their own countries to fail.\n\nThese activist jounalists will also complain about the 3km wide exclusion zone that the Polish police maintains along the entire length of the border with Belarus. They'll complain about not being able to speak with the refugess and document their plight. They also falsely claim that there are only \"a couple hundred\" of them, when video footage from the Belarus side clearly shows that there's about 11,000 of them. If they want to speak with the refugees, why not interview them from the Belarus side? They're also not asking another basic question in that why would any immigrant want to come to any of the EU countries with all their heinous corona restrictions, lockdowns, mask orders, etc. when Belarus is one of the few countries where corona is NOT a problem. It's simple: because they're not migrants but invaders, and they have orders to follow. \n\nAs a Czech, I know this whole region very well, and I also know the mentality of the people involved. Lukašenko instituted this program of granting asylum for these militants from the middle east for 2 reasons: to make money off the \"migrants\" themselves via application fees and bribes, and to make even more money by blackmailing the EU and Germany. His example is Erdogan who was getting 6m Euros in EU money to keep them all there. He asked for 12m and Merkel said no, so he started to send them off to the west, and after he sent about 3m of them, that \"no\" from Merkel became a \"yes\" and Erdogan was able to get an additional 6 million Euros in CASH for himself personally. However in the case of Lukašenko, his main reason for doing all this is just to give the EU a headache for putting sanctions against him. Personally I think he's a pretty OK guy, and the EU had no right to put any sanctions on him or anyone else. Why make enemies? That shows you the difference in thinking between east and west. The west has no idea how to deal with people. Their only tools are either giving money or taking money away, and are short-sighted into believing their money means anything or will continue to mean anything in the future, when people have nothing to eat - not due to the fake virus, but to the overblown response to it. \n\nAt least the EU isn't behaving like the USA by bombing everybody into submission and letting others handle the fallout for them. \n",
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"content": "Virtual Reality is Probably not a Reality of Virtue<br /><br />The invention of the internet will undoubtedly go down in history as the greatest innovation of all time. Years from now, we'll be writing dates as BI (Before Internet) and AI (After Internet) with the year 2000 conveniently selected as the cutoff to make the calculations easier. One could argue that it's a more significant development in the history of civilisation than when the Roman Flavian dynasty invented Christianity as a social control mechanism, serving as a vehicle for the survival of the Roman Empire to its present-day form of the holding company known as The Vatican. <br /><br />While the internet has made all aspects of our lives easier, it has also made us more susceptible to perception management via things like centralised communications platforms and various forms of censorship inherent in those platforms. 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That tells me that the real world will become increasingly more neglected and eventually fall into ruins where only a small minority of individuals will ever interact with it, performing tasks like food and mail delivery, and repair work. These tasks will eventually be performed by robots, so that the number of jobs necessary to keep society functioning will dwindle to a minimum. If this continues, most people will never have to physically leave their homes, and as long as they have adequate heating/cooling systems, electrical power, access to food and (of course) internet access, they won't even want to because they will become so physically unfit that this will be extremely difficult. While these developments will bring about different types of careers specific for the Metaverse, like online doctors who diagnose and treat purely based on telemetry data, most careers will be gone in the next few decades. <br /><br />The question we should be asking is this: at what point do the benefits of technology become eclipsed by its disadvantages? At what point should we start debating on this topic, and what parameters would we use to assess the situation once we reach that point? I suppose the most obvious metric of how any society is doing would be their average lifespan. How has technology impacted that? How has the fake plandemic impacted it? <br /><br />When viewed from a long-term vantage point, it almost looks like this fake disease epidemic was designed to accelerate the migration of human life into the Metaverse, with some futurologists believing we'll be able to migrate our consciousness into this Metaverse and live in it forever. The main problem here is that unlike the real world, the Metaverse is NOT a public domain. Every centimeter of it is run on, or somehow dependent on the services of a private-sector company. In other words, your civil rights do not apply the same way they do in the real world, and they never will. That's not an argument in defense of the concept of government, it just points out that that added level of protection is absent in the virtual space. Let's say that someone is able to fully transition their consciousness into the virtual world and loses their body. Will concepts like murder be applicable to that virtual body when all that it would take would be a simple thing like being de-platformed, or your virtual body not being compatible with any other platform? How would things like punishment for crimes work in the metaverse? Would we be exposed to standardised mental tortures like the sound of longs nails on a blackboard? Or would the punishments be meted out customised to your mental makeup? <br /><br />At this point it's still too early to tell, simply because the incentive to migrate into the virtual world is less than what the real world offers the average human. The only 2 factors affecting that decision will be to either increase the desirability of the virtual world and/or make real-world existence so odious and tortuous that most people would rather not deal with it. Since governments the world over have taken the same steps to make sure that we have less and less rights in the real world, the only allure of the virtual one at this point would be that physical diseases like Covid will be a moot point. A global thermonuclear war could make the real world seem even less attractive and more impossible to fix, leading more people to make that transition in the future. <br /><br />If that ever happens, we'll be left with a real world populated by only the young and resilient, while everybody else, including all the people who died, will be in the Metaverse, making it an interesting fact that \"meta\" means \"death\" in Hebrew, something that should be known to Mark Zuckerberg. Then again, how do we know that this, the physical world we inhabit is NOT a virtual reality inside another reality? It has been postulated based on several discoveries, notably the fractal nature of our universe, and the presence of a universal speed limit, that being the speed of light. The quantum nature of our universe is also rather strange when you realise that when one goes to the midpoint between the smallest thing we can measure, the Planck Length, to the largest thing we can measure, we get a distance of about 2 meters which is the average height of a human being. <br /><br />Even before we reach the point where all life and human interactions take place via some level of engagement with technology, we have to negotiate a set of universal human rights that apply in this largely private space. Theoretically this would be something like the UN's Universal Declaration of Human Rights which every country has canonised by its signature of the UN Treaty but which NO country respects in its entirety. That's because like all laws, it's all just gibberish on a piece of paper until such time as there is a real will to enforce it. In the real world, might DOES make right, no matter what our personal beliefs may be to the contrary. <br /><br />Going forward, the only way for humanity to retain the rights that it thinks it has at present will be to become co-proprietors in the new means of production, namely the architecture of the internet and everything associated with it, like electricity. It's ironic that a government sceptic like myself would even \"go there\" but maybe the UN itself can help humanity by instituting the ability to for an Earth Corporation (as opposed to say, a French or German one) where you could have universally accessible ownership by any human on the planet. That would be a good thing but as with all solutions involving government intervention, that would come about at a price, that being some sort of unique way to identify every human on the planet, which ties in with the electronic nanotechnology present in the vaccines where the virus might only be a fake pretext for all of us to get their universal ID chip. <br /><br />That is in itself a cause to be suspicious of the injections because the main proponent and funder behind them is Bill Gates, who also developed the Microsoft Windows Operating System used by 98% of all desktop PC users. Having switched to Linux about 4 years ago, the main difference I would point out would be that Linux provides the average user with a problem-free personal computing experience whereas Windows does NOT. Windows is prone to attacks by viruses, while Linux users have nothing to be afraid of. Interesting how Microsoft will sell you a product much like the vaccine which generates all these side-effects that only another product will fix? The reason is simple: Microsoft is a pro-profit corporation whereas Linux is a self-organising COMMUNITY of users. <br /><br />Lots of people on the right end of the political spectrum leaning towards Capitalism might find that concept off-putting but actually the Linux model is highly open to entrepreneurship because it works. Over 95% of all internet servers run on Apache Linux because if they didn't, the whole internet would have collapsed years ago. The difference in both models is simple: Microsoft is centralising most of the profits from the use of its operating systems including the back-door use of personal data, and Linux is a decentralised model where anybody who has the capability to do so can profit from it. <br /><br />The rise of the megacorporations like Amazon has rekindled the debate of monopolies versus competition in a free-market environment. The ruling class clearly wants us all to take the jab and be identified using their nanotechnology. They also want us all to migrate into some version of a future Metaverse. What if some users develop their own virtual bodies operating under Linux, and this Metaverse only allows Microsoft bodies? <br /><br />Will we then be forced to accept Microsoft and its only begotten son, Bill Gates, as our personal Lord and Saviour? <br />",
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"content": "Virtual Reality is Probably not a Reality of Virtue\n\nThe invention of the internet will undoubtedly go down in history as the greatest innovation of all time. Years from now, we'll be writing dates as BI (Before Internet) and AI (After Internet) with the year 2000 conveniently selected as the cutoff to make the calculations easier. One could argue that it's a more significant development in the history of civilisation than when the Roman Flavian dynasty invented Christianity as a social control mechanism, serving as a vehicle for the survival of the Roman Empire to its present-day form of the holding company known as The Vatican. \n\nWhile the internet has made all aspects of our lives easier, it has also made us more susceptible to perception management via things like centralised communications platforms and various forms of censorship inherent in those platforms. The most notable and disturbing development in this area has been the proliferation of virtual reality worlds, like Facebook's Meta. Its creators envision most of our lives happening in the Metaverse, with things like \"virtual goods\" being traded, or, better stated, fake goods being traded for real money. Everything from real estate in the Metaverse to fashions for your avatar body will be commodified, much like all the social media companies do with all the data you willingly hand over. Using social media is free, and all that tells me is that the user (i.e. YOU) are the product, especially given the untold wealth that these companies generate for their owners. \n\nThese owners believe that someday this Metaverse will become more important for us than the real world. That tells me that the real world will become increasingly more neglected and eventually fall into ruins where only a small minority of individuals will ever interact with it, performing tasks like food and mail delivery, and repair work. These tasks will eventually be performed by robots, so that the number of jobs necessary to keep society functioning will dwindle to a minimum. If this continues, most people will never have to physically leave their homes, and as long as they have adequate heating/cooling systems, electrical power, access to food and (of course) internet access, they won't even want to because they will become so physically unfit that this will be extremely difficult. While these developments will bring about different types of careers specific for the Metaverse, like online doctors who diagnose and treat purely based on telemetry data, most careers will be gone in the next few decades. \n\nThe question we should be asking is this: at what point do the benefits of technology become eclipsed by its disadvantages? At what point should we start debating on this topic, and what parameters would we use to assess the situation once we reach that point? I suppose the most obvious metric of how any society is doing would be their average lifespan. How has technology impacted that? How has the fake plandemic impacted it? \n\nWhen viewed from a long-term vantage point, it almost looks like this fake disease epidemic was designed to accelerate the migration of human life into the Metaverse, with some futurologists believing we'll be able to migrate our consciousness into this Metaverse and live in it forever. The main problem here is that unlike the real world, the Metaverse is NOT a public domain. Every centimeter of it is run on, or somehow dependent on the services of a private-sector company. In other words, your civil rights do not apply the same way they do in the real world, and they never will. That's not an argument in defense of the concept of government, it just points out that that added level of protection is absent in the virtual space. Let's say that someone is able to fully transition their consciousness into the virtual world and loses their body. Will concepts like murder be applicable to that virtual body when all that it would take would be a simple thing like being de-platformed, or your virtual body not being compatible with any other platform? How would things like punishment for crimes work in the metaverse? Would we be exposed to standardised mental tortures like the sound of longs nails on a blackboard? 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A global thermonuclear war could make the real world seem even less attractive and more impossible to fix, leading more people to make that transition in the future. \n\nIf that ever happens, we'll be left with a real world populated by only the young and resilient, while everybody else, including all the people who died, will be in the Metaverse, making it an interesting fact that \"meta\" means \"death\" in Hebrew, something that should be known to Mark Zuckerberg. Then again, how do we know that this, the physical world we inhabit is NOT a virtual reality inside another reality? It has been postulated based on several discoveries, notably the fractal nature of our universe, and the presence of a universal speed limit, that being the speed of light. The quantum nature of our universe is also rather strange when you realise that when one goes to the midpoint between the smallest thing we can measure, the Planck Length, to the largest thing we can measure, we get a distance of about 2 meters which is the average height of a human being. \n\nEven before we reach the point where all life and human interactions take place via some level of engagement with technology, we have to negotiate a set of universal human rights that apply in this largely private space. Theoretically this would be something like the UN's Universal Declaration of Human Rights which every country has canonised by its signature of the UN Treaty but which NO country respects in its entirety. That's because like all laws, it's all just gibberish on a piece of paper until such time as there is a real will to enforce it. In the real world, might DOES make right, no matter what our personal beliefs may be to the contrary. \n\nGoing forward, the only way for humanity to retain the rights that it thinks it has at present will be to become co-proprietors in the new means of production, namely the architecture of the internet and everything associated with it, like electricity. It's ironic that a government sceptic like myself would even \"go there\" but maybe the UN itself can help humanity by instituting the ability to for an Earth Corporation (as opposed to say, a French or German one) where you could have universally accessible ownership by any human on the planet. That would be a good thing but as with all solutions involving government intervention, that would come about at a price, that being some sort of unique way to identify every human on the planet, which ties in with the electronic nanotechnology present in the vaccines where the virus might only be a fake pretext for all of us to get their universal ID chip. \n\nThat is in itself a cause to be suspicious of the injections because the main proponent and funder behind them is Bill Gates, who also developed the Microsoft Windows Operating System used by 98% of all desktop PC users. Having switched to Linux about 4 years ago, the main difference I would point out would be that Linux provides the average user with a problem-free personal computing experience whereas Windows does NOT. Windows is prone to attacks by viruses, while Linux users have nothing to be afraid of. Interesting how Microsoft will sell you a product much like the vaccine which generates all these side-effects that only another product will fix? The reason is simple: Microsoft is a pro-profit corporation whereas Linux is a self-organising COMMUNITY of users. \n\nLots of people on the right end of the political spectrum leaning towards Capitalism might find that concept off-putting but actually the Linux model is highly open to entrepreneurship because it works. Over 95% of all internet servers run on Apache Linux because if they didn't, the whole internet would have collapsed years ago. The difference in both models is simple: Microsoft is centralising most of the profits from the use of its operating systems including the back-door use of personal data, and Linux is a decentralised model where anybody who has the capability to do so can profit from it. \n\nThe rise of the megacorporations like Amazon has rekindled the debate of monopolies versus competition in a free-market environment. The ruling class clearly wants us all to take the jab and be identified using their nanotechnology. They also want us all to migrate into some version of a future Metaverse. What if some users develop their own virtual bodies operating under Linux, and this Metaverse only allows Microsoft bodies? \n\nWill we then be forced to accept Microsoft and its only begotten son, Bill Gates, as our personal Lord and Saviour? \n",
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"content": "Pontifications about Pornification<br /><br />Modern \"western\" society is becoming increasingly pornified, for want of a better term. In 2014, the city of Paris set up a 20-meter tall \"sculpture\" they call a \"tree\" that looks exactly like a butt plug. I won't go into detail about its meaning, but maybe the artists wanted to say something like \"up yours!\" to the powers-that-be? Who knows. The much deeper question to ask is how is it that so many people even know what a butt plug is, even little kids. What, do they actually have/use said implement? Have they seen one being used, or advertised? If so, where? <br />Pornification isn't something new. There were tendencies like it at the start of the renaissance, which saw an explosion in nude art; and this applied even to religious artworks displayed in churches. The standard explanation is that this was supposed to be a departure from the medieval idea of the body as the incarnation of sin, as contrasted with the renaissance idea of the body as a creation of God. <br />Fast forward to the modern era and all its technological (specifically electronic) innovations. When you go down the list every single one of them has eventually been used for sexual purposes, most notably the internet itself, where most of the traffic revolves around porn. I'm also pretty sure that the first thing the first video camera was used for was porn. Same with the first humanoid robot, which I'm absolutely positive was invented for just that purpose, even generating its own fetish subculture where some people actually prefer sex with a robot to a real human. <br />Even so-called \"normal\" people are affected by pornographic culture without even realising it by mass adoption and acceptance of things only porno actors and actresses used to do. Like the ridiculously long and impractical nails that some people have. It used to only be porno actresses that had nails like that, and nowadays you'll see that everywhere. When I was a kid in the 70s, I don't remember there being any nail salons in my town at all. Nowadays when I \"cruise\" the area using Google Street View I'm seeing places where you'll have up to 6 nail salons on one city block. <br />As for those other things from the porn industry now adopted by the population at large, let's just say that these are activities that were normally reserved only for the bedroom, now being discussed openly even among informal acquaintances. Nowadays even 5-year-olds know what gay anal sex is because they're being \"educated\" about this in their schools. <br />The porn industry itself has pervaded the day-to-day life of the planet where by some estimates as many as 5% of all people have appeared in at least one porn video posted on an internet site, mostly as \"amateurs\" which brings up the question of what exactly is a \"professional\" in terms of porn? I mean, sex is a normal bodily function. Will we encounter things like professional defecators and urinators? Maybe I shouldn't even ask that question, just to be safe. Bad enough there's people out there selling jars of their own farts for 1000 USD each. Even more frightening is the fact that there exists a critical mass of people willing to buy them. And that 5% figure? That would be the critical mass breakthrough point at which porn becomes so mainstream that it will simply become ubiquitous. <br />When I was young, driver's licenses didn't even have a photo. Later on, photos became mandatory, and now you have various biometric data like iris scans and fingerprints recorded on them. In the future, a photo of the holder's genitalia will also be included for cases where the number of genders becomes too high to comprehend. When I was young, there were only 2 genders, and now there's 57, just like the alleged number of Heinz Ketchup varieties, where, again, I only ever saw 2 in the store: regular, and spicy hot. <br />Back in the good old days, applying for a job meant sending out resumes via snail mail. Later on, that was done via e-mail, and nowadays you're expected to submit a resume, a cover letter, a photo, and they want you to fill out an application where some even ask about your hobbies. Do these \"hobbies\" include any of the thousands of sexual fetishes and paraphilias? Who knows, but a hobby used to mean something like knitting, or stamp collecting, or wood carving. Nowadays it includes a whole lot more than that. In the future, job applicants might even have to submit their naked photos and/or porn videos, possibly tailoring their videos to take into account the boss's proclivities, like dwarf sex, for example. <br />What this shows is that western society is becoming so extremely individualistic to the point of being selfish, and in some instances criminally selfish, as we see with various attempts to normalise pedophilia. Unlike the other developments I've mentioned, this last one seems to be driven from the top down as opposed to the bottom up because it seems that a disturbingly high number of people constituting the ruling classes of this world have that particular tendency. In that case, all this liberalisation of sexuality could just be a cover for that, and nothing more. <br />Closely related to this is the phenomenon of beauty pageants for little kids, which, again, is something I don't remember being a \"thing\" when I myself was a little kid so many years ago. <br />Back in the 1800s socity was very conservative in its clothing style. Too conservative, I would argue, where the ruff collar quickly comes to mind. It was a fashion accessory worn by many men (and some women) where combined with the new fad of smoking it amounted to a deadly combination because sometimes the embers would light the collar on fire, and the wearer would burn to death because they couldn't take it off quickly enough. It got to the point where in Elizabethan England they had to make it illegal because so many people were dying from them. The whalebone corset and the hoop skirt was another dangerous fashion idea where falling into even a shallow lake meant drowning, never mind the bodily deformities and suffocation incidents caused by the corset. <br />Swimming fashions were equally as dangerous where there was little difference between a business suit and a formal dress in terms of men's and women's bathing suits. Gradually, society became more relaxed in its norms to where swimsuits got smaller and smaller until nowadays where some are insanely small. Almost as if they're just symbolic. In the future, this trend will continue to where we'll have open nudity everywhere swimming is allowed. <br />In the future, it probably won't be uncommon to see people going to work, going shopping, or whatever completely naked on a hot day. At that point we will have realised the communist dream of a \"classless society\" at least in terms of appearance, where the only class differences will be in terms of body weight. The rich will pay someone to make them skinny while the poor who can't afford it will be rendered fat from eating cheap GMO foods laden with sugar, MSG, aspartame, Bisphenol A, and who knows what else. That's because there will always be class differences between people because equality of outcome (as opposed to equality of opportunity) is something no society can ever guarantee. <br />In the past, the rich would distinguish themselves by wearing more clothing than poor people because they could afford it. Later on, when clothing became affordable for all, it was the styles and materials that would set them apart. Nowadays it's also a question of various brands being fashionable. In the future, with most of the population sick, deformed, and obese from all the medical tech incursions of the past few decades, only the rich will feel confident enough to walk around naked in public because they will be the only ones with bodies that are not repulsive to look at. It'll be analogous to not having to wear a covid face mask, namely, a privilege. <br />We're seeing the sexualisation of pretty much everything these days. Here in Germany there's a lot of these porn stores selling all manner of erotic implements where they typically have a display window up front with mannequins dressed in various sexy outfits. Almost invariably, one of these mannequins is a 17th century classical pirate wearing the usual garb consisting of eye patch, peg leg, hook, and a parrot perched on his shoulder. This I find most peculiar and I'm assuming it's got something to do with a national fetish for piracy, because I never imagined pirates as having a sexual side. Can't even imagine a 17th century Scottish pirate saying the word \"orgasm,\" or \"harr! where's me nipple clamps?!\" Don't even WANT to imagine that. <br />Just like I don't even want to imagine vending machines for various erotic implements, or supermarkets having a \"dildo aisle\" with companies like Tupperware cashing in on the trend by including such things in their product line. Or Rubbermaid spinning off into RubberLaid. Can't imagine that just yet, but I somehow feel it's coming. The elites want to keep us distracted, and sexuality is one way of doing that. ",
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"content": "Pontifications about Pornification\n\nModern \"western\" society is becoming increasingly pornified, for want of a better term. In 2014, the city of Paris set up a 20-meter tall \"sculpture\" they call a \"tree\" that looks exactly like a butt plug. I won't go into detail about its meaning, but maybe the artists wanted to say something like \"up yours!\" to the powers-that-be? Who knows. The much deeper question to ask is how is it that so many people even know what a butt plug is, even little kids. What, do they actually have/use said implement? Have they seen one being used, or advertised? If so, where? \nPornification isn't something new. There were tendencies like it at the start of the renaissance, which saw an explosion in nude art; and this applied even to religious artworks displayed in churches. The standard explanation is that this was supposed to be a departure from the medieval idea of the body as the incarnation of sin, as contrasted with the renaissance idea of the body as a creation of God. \nFast forward to the modern era and all its technological (specifically electronic) innovations. When you go down the list every single one of them has eventually been used for sexual purposes, most notably the internet itself, where most of the traffic revolves around porn. I'm also pretty sure that the first thing the first video camera was used for was porn. Same with the first humanoid robot, which I'm absolutely positive was invented for just that purpose, even generating its own fetish subculture where some people actually prefer sex with a robot to a real human. \nEven so-called \"normal\" people are affected by pornographic culture without even realising it by mass adoption and acceptance of things only porno actors and actresses used to do. Like the ridiculously long and impractical nails that some people have. It used to only be porno actresses that had nails like that, and nowadays you'll see that everywhere. When I was a kid in the 70s, I don't remember there being any nail salons in my town at all. Nowadays when I \"cruise\" the area using Google Street View I'm seeing places where you'll have up to 6 nail salons on one city block. \nAs for those other things from the porn industry now adopted by the population at large, let's just say that these are activities that were normally reserved only for the bedroom, now being discussed openly even among informal acquaintances. Nowadays even 5-year-olds know what gay anal sex is because they're being \"educated\" about this in their schools. \nThe porn industry itself has pervaded the day-to-day life of the planet where by some estimates as many as 5% of all people have appeared in at least one porn video posted on an internet site, mostly as \"amateurs\" which brings up the question of what exactly is a \"professional\" in terms of porn? I mean, sex is a normal bodily function. Will we encounter things like professional defecators and urinators? Maybe I shouldn't even ask that question, just to be safe. Bad enough there's people out there selling jars of their own farts for 1000 USD each. Even more frightening is the fact that there exists a critical mass of people willing to buy them. And that 5% figure? That would be the critical mass breakthrough point at which porn becomes so mainstream that it will simply become ubiquitous. \nWhen I was young, driver's licenses didn't even have a photo. Later on, photos became mandatory, and now you have various biometric data like iris scans and fingerprints recorded on them. In the future, a photo of the holder's genitalia will also be included for cases where the number of genders becomes too high to comprehend. When I was young, there were only 2 genders, and now there's 57, just like the alleged number of Heinz Ketchup varieties, where, again, I only ever saw 2 in the store: regular, and spicy hot. \nBack in the good old days, applying for a job meant sending out resumes via snail mail. Later on, that was done via e-mail, and nowadays you're expected to submit a resume, a cover letter, a photo, and they want you to fill out an application where some even ask about your hobbies. Do these \"hobbies\" include any of the thousands of sexual fetishes and paraphilias? Who knows, but a hobby used to mean something like knitting, or stamp collecting, or wood carving. Nowadays it includes a whole lot more than that. In the future, job applicants might even have to submit their naked photos and/or porn videos, possibly tailoring their videos to take into account the boss's proclivities, like dwarf sex, for example. \nWhat this shows is that western society is becoming so extremely individualistic to the point of being selfish, and in some instances criminally selfish, as we see with various attempts to normalise pedophilia. Unlike the other developments I've mentioned, this last one seems to be driven from the top down as opposed to the bottom up because it seems that a disturbingly high number of people constituting the ruling classes of this world have that particular tendency. In that case, all this liberalisation of sexuality could just be a cover for that, and nothing more. \nClosely related to this is the phenomenon of beauty pageants for little kids, which, again, is something I don't remember being a \"thing\" when I myself was a little kid so many years ago. \nBack in the 1800s socity was very conservative in its clothing style. Too conservative, I would argue, where the ruff collar quickly comes to mind. It was a fashion accessory worn by many men (and some women) where combined with the new fad of smoking it amounted to a deadly combination because sometimes the embers would light the collar on fire, and the wearer would burn to death because they couldn't take it off quickly enough. It got to the point where in Elizabethan England they had to make it illegal because so many people were dying from them. The whalebone corset and the hoop skirt was another dangerous fashion idea where falling into even a shallow lake meant drowning, never mind the bodily deformities and suffocation incidents caused by the corset. \nSwimming fashions were equally as dangerous where there was little difference between a business suit and a formal dress in terms of men's and women's bathing suits. Gradually, society became more relaxed in its norms to where swimsuits got smaller and smaller until nowadays where some are insanely small. Almost as if they're just symbolic. In the future, this trend will continue to where we'll have open nudity everywhere swimming is allowed. \nIn the future, it probably won't be uncommon to see people going to work, going shopping, or whatever completely naked on a hot day. At that point we will have realised the communist dream of a \"classless society\" at least in terms of appearance, where the only class differences will be in terms of body weight. The rich will pay someone to make them skinny while the poor who can't afford it will be rendered fat from eating cheap GMO foods laden with sugar, MSG, aspartame, Bisphenol A, and who knows what else. That's because there will always be class differences between people because equality of outcome (as opposed to equality of opportunity) is something no society can ever guarantee. \nIn the past, the rich would distinguish themselves by wearing more clothing than poor people because they could afford it. Later on, when clothing became affordable for all, it was the styles and materials that would set them apart. Nowadays it's also a question of various brands being fashionable. In the future, with most of the population sick, deformed, and obese from all the medical tech incursions of the past few decades, only the rich will feel confident enough to walk around naked in public because they will be the only ones with bodies that are not repulsive to look at. It'll be analogous to not having to wear a covid face mask, namely, a privilege. \nWe're seeing the sexualisation of pretty much everything these days. Here in Germany there's a lot of these porn stores selling all manner of erotic implements where they typically have a display window up front with mannequins dressed in various sexy outfits. Almost invariably, one of these mannequins is a 17th century classical pirate wearing the usual garb consisting of eye patch, peg leg, hook, and a parrot perched on his shoulder. This I find most peculiar and I'm assuming it's got something to do with a national fetish for piracy, because I never imagined pirates as having a sexual side. Can't even imagine a 17th century Scottish pirate saying the word \"orgasm,\" or \"harr! where's me nipple clamps?!\" Don't even WANT to imagine that. \nJust like I don't even want to imagine vending machines for various erotic implements, or supermarkets having a \"dildo aisle\" with companies like Tupperware cashing in on the trend by including such things in their product line. Or Rubbermaid spinning off into RubberLaid. Can't imagine that just yet, but I somehow feel it's coming. The elites want to keep us distracted, and sexuality is one way of doing that. ",
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"content": "My Views On The News<br /><br />a.k.a. What's Really Going On<br /><br />The Media is the official Church of the State, and those who disbelieve the media are branded \"conspiracy theorists,\" a term as powerful today as \"heretic\" or \"witch\" was in the days of old. As the power of organised religions continues to wane, the power of Government has increased proportionally to fill the void. Couple of reasons for that. Thanks to the internet, more people have become aware of the various scandals that have been going on in the various religions all these years and have become disillusioned in them. Thanks to the internet's destigmatisation of information-seeking, more people have also been able to look up counterpoints to the arguments for their long-held religious beliefs and have come to see religion for what it is: an institution designed to separate one group of people, tell them that they're better than everyone else, and then control them. It's the old \"divide and conquer.\" Multiculturalism plays a part in this as well, as new Muslim immigrants to Europe and the USA report back to their countrymen on their newfound freedoms in their now de-Muslimised lives. In turn, the native populations of Europe and the USA have taken a critical look at Islam and that's made them re-evaluate their own long-held beliefs in their own religions, mainly Christianity. <br /><br />However, none of these mass immigrations to Europe and the USA came about naturally. The super-ultra-mega-rich ruling class that rules behind the scenes orchestrated this for the very purpose of discrediting religion as an institution. While religion deserves to be discredited, that's not the point of this brief exercise. Most people don't trust themselves. They don't trust their own instincts and most people, deep down inside don't even LIKE themselves a whole lot. That's why they have a need for a parent figure in their lives. Someone to provide them with an authoritative justification for why things are the way they are. Up until recently, most of those needs were met by religion, and the ruling class knew this. They also knew that as faith in religion waned, that faith in governments would increase to compensate for the change. <br /><br />This also perfectly explains why \"the right\" has morphed from the religious right to the nationalist right, in some cases the ethnocentrist right. Also perfectly explains the radicalisation of \"the left\" as more of them self-isolate from the rest of the populations in their own echo chambers in academia and the media. To an outside observer it almost looks as if the left and the right have switched places, but in reality they've just become more authoritarian. The left of the 1960s hated the corporate state but now embrace corporations like Pfizer, while the right of the 1960s hated communism but now embrace trade with tyrranical regimes like China. One thing hasn't changed at all: the left still wants more voters, while the right still wants more taxpayers. <br /><br />The past 2 years have shown us the immense power of the media as a tool of manipulating society into doing what governments want society to do. The worldwide coordinated attack on humanity via disinformation couldn't be more obvious. Almost every government (and its media) has perpetuated the Covid plandemic hoax using fear and intimidation to get people to take a vaccine much more deadly than the re-branded flu ever was. Before that, there was the constant threat of terrorism to instill fear of foreigners and school shootings to instill fear of a vague, undefined \"internal enemy,\" with most of these incidents having never happened, at least not the way the media would have us believe. Basically, the media's main role is to instill fear and division in the population in order to make them more controllable. <br /><br />Just as the purpose of government is to keep the people powerless, the purpose of its media \"church\" is to keep the people ignorant. Once you've deconstructed some of the major media-promoted events and find out that they never happened, like the Moon landings, or didn't happen as claimed, like the JFK assasination or 9-11, it's much easier to deconstruct the current storyline as presented to us by the media. Sometimes, all it takes is to simply ask the question: \"is it logical?\" or \"does it make sense?\"<br /><br />The current debacle centered on the Ukraine is another perfect example of the media's role as disinformation agent. We are led to believe that the Russians are the aggressors and that the Ukrainians are the victims when in reality it was Russia that had been under attack since 2014. The US took down the Ukraine's elected president and put in their puppet who started systematically instituting ethnic cleansing measures directed at mainly the Russian ethnic minority living there. The situation got so bad that the Russian dominated regions attempted to secede but were met by armed resistance from the Ukrainian side, resulting in the deaths of about 13,000 Russians. To add insult to injury, Ukraine was seeking membership in NATO which was a threat to Russia, prompting Russia to respond with force, after seeing that Ukraine had no intention of holding up their end of the bargain made at the Minsk Accords. <br /><br />At this point we're led to believe that World War 3 is imminent because Russia is losing the war. Both ideas are ludicrous. Russia can win this war at any time, but it's going slow because they don't want to damage the infrastructure of a territory that will one day be their own. They also don't want to antagonise the people of Ukraine, who are just as much victims of the mafia-controlled government of Ukraine as the ethnic Russian minority was. Furthermore, there is no rational reason why Russia would use nuclear weapons against ITS CUSTOMERS for Russian gas, oil, and other raw materials. If and when Russia ever does use nuclear weapons, it would only be against its true enemy, the USA. <br /><br />There's a lot more depth to that story than a short mental exercise like this warrants, but you get the point. The mainstream media has become an arm of the state, a quasi-religious institution, same as the major holding companies that finance the US (and other) government's debts. Just as the state has no money save for that which it can borrow or steal from its own people using taxation, fines, and inflation; so too does it lack power without the willing complicity of its people to relinquish it. <br /><br />The logical conclusion is to start ignoring all mainstream media, and in case that's unavoidable, assume that there's a 100% chance that the presentation of the facts on the ground is either not what they say it is, or that it's an outright lie. The final arbiter of any truth is ultimately YOU, and your mindset should be based on evidence you can experience with your own senses. It's also necessary to realise that the true enemy of humanity is GOVERNMENT as an institution in and of itself. <br /><br />It's also safe to assume (until proven otherwise) that neither the government nor the media have your best interests at heart. ",
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It's the old \"divide and conquer.\" Multiculturalism plays a part in this as well, as new Muslim immigrants to Europe and the USA report back to their countrymen on their newfound freedoms in their now de-Muslimised lives. In turn, the native populations of Europe and the USA have taken a critical look at Islam and that's made them re-evaluate their own long-held beliefs in their own religions, mainly Christianity. \n\nHowever, none of these mass immigrations to Europe and the USA came about naturally. The super-ultra-mega-rich ruling class that rules behind the scenes orchestrated this for the very purpose of discrediting religion as an institution. While religion deserves to be discredited, that's not the point of this brief exercise. Most people don't trust themselves. They don't trust their own instincts and most people, deep down inside don't even LIKE themselves a whole lot. That's why they have a need for a parent figure in their lives. Someone to provide them with an authoritative justification for why things are the way they are. Up until recently, most of those needs were met by religion, and the ruling class knew this. They also knew that as faith in religion waned, that faith in governments would increase to compensate for the change. \n\nThis also perfectly explains why \"the right\" has morphed from the religious right to the nationalist right, in some cases the ethnocentrist right. Also perfectly explains the radicalisation of \"the left\" as more of them self-isolate from the rest of the populations in their own echo chambers in academia and the media. To an outside observer it almost looks as if the left and the right have switched places, but in reality they've just become more authoritarian. The left of the 1960s hated the corporate state but now embrace corporations like Pfizer, while the right of the 1960s hated communism but now embrace trade with tyrranical regimes like China. One thing hasn't changed at all: the left still wants more voters, while the right still wants more taxpayers. \n\nThe past 2 years have shown us the immense power of the media as a tool of manipulating society into doing what governments want society to do. The worldwide coordinated attack on humanity via disinformation couldn't be more obvious. Almost every government (and its media) has perpetuated the Covid plandemic hoax using fear and intimidation to get people to take a vaccine much more deadly than the re-branded flu ever was. Before that, there was the constant threat of terrorism to instill fear of foreigners and school shootings to instill fear of a vague, undefined \"internal enemy,\" with most of these incidents having never happened, at least not the way the media would have us believe. 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The US took down the Ukraine's elected president and put in their puppet who started systematically instituting ethnic cleansing measures directed at mainly the Russian ethnic minority living there. The situation got so bad that the Russian dominated regions attempted to secede but were met by armed resistance from the Ukrainian side, resulting in the deaths of about 13,000 Russians. To add insult to injury, Ukraine was seeking membership in NATO which was a threat to Russia, prompting Russia to respond with force, after seeing that Ukraine had no intention of holding up their end of the bargain made at the Minsk Accords. \n\nAt this point we're led to believe that World War 3 is imminent because Russia is losing the war. Both ideas are ludicrous. Russia can win this war at any time, but it's going slow because they don't want to damage the infrastructure of a territory that will one day be their own. They also don't want to antagonise the people of Ukraine, who are just as much victims of the mafia-controlled government of Ukraine as the ethnic Russian minority was. Furthermore, there is no rational reason why Russia would use nuclear weapons against ITS CUSTOMERS for Russian gas, oil, and other raw materials. If and when Russia ever does use nuclear weapons, it would only be against its true enemy, the USA. \n\nThere's a lot more depth to that story than a short mental exercise like this warrants, but you get the point. The mainstream media has become an arm of the state, a quasi-religious institution, same as the major holding companies that finance the US (and other) government's debts. Just as the state has no money save for that which it can borrow or steal from its own people using taxation, fines, and inflation; so too does it lack power without the willing complicity of its people to relinquish it. \n\nThe logical conclusion is to start ignoring all mainstream media, and in case that's unavoidable, assume that there's a 100% chance that the presentation of the facts on the ground is either not what they say it is, or that it's an outright lie. The final arbiter of any truth is ultimately YOU, and your mindset should be based on evidence you can experience with your own senses. It's also necessary to realise that the true enemy of humanity is GOVERNMENT as an institution in and of itself. \n\nIt's also safe to assume (until proven otherwise) that neither the government nor the media have your best interests at heart. ",
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"content": "Clowns In Our Midst, (part 2,297)<br /><br />They live among us. Scarcely a day goes by without their pernicious influence. In medieval Europe, doctors would wear characteristic garb that included brightly-coloured clothing, a conspicuous hat, and even makeup. Presumably this was done to give them credibility, since any clothing other than modified burlap sacks was considered upper-class. Today, we would instantly recognise this costume as a CLOWN. <br />Just like modern circus clowns, these doctors would play tricks, do some rudimentary sleight-of-hand magic, and generally try to lighten the mood since the main part of their jobs included treatments like bone-sawing, bloodletting, applying leeches, and dispensing various substances that were either placebos, deadly poisons, or both. <br />The history of medicine is like a checkerboard where every era would discredit the treatments of the previous era. What was once a deadly poison became a cure, and vice versa. I have a medical book from 1800s written by a famous wild-west gunfighter of that era (yes, I know) that recommends a tincture consisting of sulphuric acid and pure alcohol to be used as eye drops. Just think about that for a second. Back when it was OK to execute people for stealing bread because they were starving, and slavery was legal, it was also OK to prescribe eyedrops that would render their victim partially or completely blind, besides being extremely painful. <br />Extrapolating that into the future, we will look back on today's treatments the same way, as coming out of a primitive era where an official representing a prestigious medical school would claim that under certain circumstances, men can give birth to a child through their urethras. It wasn't so long ago that Thalidomide was prescribed to pregnant women, and it wasn't so long ago that doctors and various fitness experts were recommending that their middle-aged patients take up jogging, knowing full well that the repetitive impacts on the skeletal system would destroy the cartilage in their hips and knees, necessitating expensive medical interventions like hip and knee replacements. <br />In the USA, the main medical regulatory body is the FDA, and it's run by, and fully subsidised by the industry it's supposed to regulate, in addition to the fact that pharmaceutical companies in the USA have legal immunity from prosecutions and litigation. This same FDA sets the standards for acceptable food ingredients, which is why nearly all the food in the USA contains high-fructose corn syrup meaning that no matter what you eat, you're getting enough poison to cause medical issues down the line. EXPENSIVE medical issues. <br />Speaking of clowns, and food, I should point out that the mascot for McDonald's Corporation is a clown named Ronald McDonald. It wouldn't surprise me to find out in a few years that this \"Ronald McDonald\" was NOT a man in a costume, but a genetically modified lab-grown humanoid of the genus McDonaldopithecus Ronaldiensis, or something to that effect, possibly a by-product of their attempt to create lab-grown meat. Since he probably is a lab-grown organism, he lacks genitalia, as evidenced by the fact that nobody has ever seen Ronald McDonald's genitalia.<br />The question inevitably arises: how do we deal with the clown in our midst? The short answer is to simply ignore them as much as possible. The other method would be the \"Hanna-Barbera method\" since it is both handy and barbaric: clobber them on the head with an oversized wooden mallet, then put them into a box with \"Africa\" scrawled on it, apply a huge amount of stamps, and stuff them into the nearest mailbox. ",
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"content": "Troubles always come in two's so the saying goes. What are the troubles, if not for those unforseen and unexpected curve balls that knock the wind out of your sails?<br /><br />I was reminded again this week, when hit with a double whammy, to do my very best not to assume the worst, not to not capsize my own boat of thoughts and emotions in rough currents. It's not always easy, letting the wind outta the sails; not to overthink things, not to panic, and just ride it out. Let the drama out, release the situation and freaking breathe! Ah...sweet surrender eh?<br /><br />As corny as this may sound to some.... I pictured myself floating in a large heart ship instead. It's through the heart's connections to everything that pulls me through. That's when things start working out for me. That's where solutions are born in spirit. Not in my head.<br /><br />So not \"be still my heart\"... \"be still my thoughts!\" There is so much love and support out there for me and for you. Tap into it. Miracles do come true.<br /><br />Fortunate in Love,<br />- Theresa 🥰",
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"content": "INNER SIGHT BLOG 5/28<br /><br />Demonic Posession, Opression, or Psychotic Breakdowns?<br /><br />To my way of understanding, oppression and possession are two different things. A sovereign spiritual being can never be possessed but can be oppressed. For someone to be possessed they must willingly give control to a perceived demonic spirit energy or thought form.<br /><br />Webster Dictionary defines oppression as “to crush or burden by abuse of power or authority” or “to burden spiritually or mentally : weigh heavily upon”. This method that dark energy has is most successful in defeating humans.<br /><br />These energies want to weigh you down, to burden you with all the cares of this world; to loose sleep over your deepest concerns like your health, safety, the safety of your family, finances, wars, etc. They want you to be depressed about your life, your partners, your business and interpersonal relationships. They want to crush your connection with good and loving cosmic forces; to cause you to break with Source energies and your connections with spiritual brothers and sisters here on earth, and with your guides. They want your mind and your soul, and will mess with your physical aspects to do it if you enable them to violate you.<br /><br />That definition says oppression is an abuse of power or authority right? So who gives this energy authority to enter our hearts and minds? This might sound too harsh or unsympathetic but, guess what? It’s not your parents or how you were raised or the fact that you were a street kid. It’s not because your parents abandoded you or tried to kill you. Its not that your partner dumped you or beat on you. The only person who can empower energies or stantic forces is YOU! <br /><br />That's right, through your own lack of knowledge or spiritual maturity. Maybe its because you have been influenced by opinions and perceptions of others as to what to believe in or simply because you have just not yet learned enough to know any better. You are an energy portal to the unseen worlds. Your energy vibration tunes your receiver to bring something into your mind, your heart, your body, your soul. You are the one who permits an energy to come in and snuggle up with you. I know this to be the truth because of my own personal experiences.<br /><br />I can't think of anyone I know who wants to be oppressed in this way, and those who have felt like they are oppressed or possessed, want It gone as soon as possible! They simply just don't know how to regain their self mastery to let it go.<br /><br />However, I think it's important to point out that things like addictions, medications, brain tumors, neurological disorders and some diseases can also affect ones biofield energy states too. Boy oh boy do these darker energies jump for joy when this happens! They know when we are at our most vulnerable. Like a moth drawn to flame, they'll come for a feeding. Even if this is the case YOU are still in control but you just don't know it yet. I will explain further. <br /><br />As a previous member of both Penecostals and Southern Baptist congregations, beginning in 1977 - 2004, we perceived all three Demonic Posession, Opression, or Psychotic Breakdowns to be spiritual attacks from the \"enemy\". <br /><br />Conducting paranormal investigations btwn 1980-2014, we interacted with spirits, a few that were dark and quite nasty. Most of those had commited the darkest of crimes and others had history of horrible traumatic experiences. Many were labeled as psychotic.<br /><br />Working in the mental health profession btwn 1982-2005 we intepreted such behaviors to be more biomedical-physiological in nature, categorizing them as mood or personality disorders, etc.<br /><br />At this point in my conscious development, I see a thin line between all perceptions; a blend of interrelated and co-dependant conditions of mental, physical, and spiritual energy states impacting one another. <br /><br />I don't consider any of these behaviors to be personified as an actual entity or separate being such as a demon, an alien, or a dark spirit. Our minds can create that experience of perception; I Am, I Manifest. Thought forms.<br /><br />The more I think about or focus on a form the less authority I feel I have control over, or the one being affected has control over. And this I have learned gives the thought form a reality and more power to a \"state of being\".<br /><br />Once perceived as energy states that can be influenced by other energies, I can then weild energetic healing powers of my own to help heal others. How? Working with them to help them understand how to gain back their own self-control.<br /><br />Many have been greatly harmed by those who have convinced them that they are posessed by something outside of self. There are many documented cases of this. Why? Because we have enabled those energies within that person to take on form and to seize control of their mind; surrendering their personal power to something that does not really exist except from within their own thoughts.<br /><br />They become violent and destructive and act out on others in mental and sometimes extremely physical ways. The key to helping them heal and to change those energy states is getting them to realize it's all very deep within themselves. That is the very first step on their journey to self healing and self mastery. <br /><br />If you or someone you know and care about is currently experiencing anything like this, It's perfectly ok to seek out assistance from a Spiritualist Mental Health Care Professional. They differ from a medical psychologist or psychiatrist in that they understand the deeper spiritual interactions between these energies and the balance between physical systems in the human body. <br /><br />Live Long and Prosper friends! <br />You are Powerful, Sovereign Beings of Love and Light Energy",
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They want to crush your connection with good and loving cosmic forces; to cause you to break with Source energies and your connections with spiritual brothers and sisters here on earth, and with your guides. They want your mind and your soul, and will mess with your physical aspects to do it if you enable them to violate you.\n\nThat definition says oppression is an abuse of power or authority right? So who gives this energy authority to enter our hearts and minds? This might sound too harsh or unsympathetic but, guess what? It’s not your parents or how you were raised or the fact that you were a street kid. It’s not because your parents abandoded you or tried to kill you. Its not that your partner dumped you or beat on you. The only person who can empower energies or stantic forces is YOU! \n\nThat's right, through your own lack of knowledge or spiritual maturity. Maybe its because you have been influenced by opinions and perceptions of others as to what to believe in or simply because you have just not yet learned enough to know any better. You are an energy portal to the unseen worlds. Your energy vibration tunes your receiver to bring something into your mind, your heart, your body, your soul. You are the one who permits an energy to come in and snuggle up with you. I know this to be the truth because of my own personal experiences.\n\nI can't think of anyone I know who wants to be oppressed in this way, and those who have felt like they are oppressed or possessed, want It gone as soon as possible! They simply just don't know how to regain their self mastery to let it go.\n\nHowever, I think it's important to point out that things like addictions, medications, brain tumors, neurological disorders and some diseases can also affect ones biofield energy states too. Boy oh boy do these darker energies jump for joy when this happens! They know when we are at our most vulnerable. Like a moth drawn to flame, they'll come for a feeding. Even if this is the case YOU are still in control but you just don't know it yet. I will explain further. \n\nAs a previous member of both Penecostals and Southern Baptist congregations, beginning in 1977 - 2004, we perceived all three Demonic Posession, Opression, or Psychotic Breakdowns to be spiritual attacks from the \"enemy\". \n\nConducting paranormal investigations btwn 1980-2014, we interacted with spirits, a few that were dark and quite nasty. Most of those had commited the darkest of crimes and others had history of horrible traumatic experiences. 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And this I have learned gives the thought form a reality and more power to a \"state of being\".\n\nOnce perceived as energy states that can be influenced by other energies, I can then weild energetic healing powers of my own to help heal others. How? Working with them to help them understand how to gain back their own self-control.\n\nMany have been greatly harmed by those who have convinced them that they are posessed by something outside of self. There are many documented cases of this. Why? Because we have enabled those energies within that person to take on form and to seize control of their mind; surrendering their personal power to something that does not really exist except from within their own thoughts.\n\nThey become violent and destructive and act out on others in mental and sometimes extremely physical ways. The key to helping them heal and to change those energy states is getting them to realize it's all very deep within themselves. 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"content": "The CampyLand Diaries<br /><br />Slowly I drove to the end of the parking lot, toward the edge of a wooded area. Pretty sure I hadn’t been observed coming in. Here I was, still in my black 3-piece business suit, my black briefcase on the seat next to me crammed with Budweiser cans and an axe to the point of nearly popping open. I parked, shut the lights off and waited in the darkness apprehensively. After about a minute I thought “it’s now or never,” exited my car and headed into the blackness of the wooded night. <br /><br />A minute later I breathed a sigh of relief. I was free, for now. Another 15 minutes of walking, and I could already see a fire in the distance. Made a left at the Evil Tree and a right at the Free Cunt Tree. Someone was already there. I gave out my usual monkey call and made my way towards the fire. Stoner, Squeegee, Joe and Scott the Lesser were already there because I heard their voices greeting me. I was home. CampyLand had another denizen. <br /><br />As I spread out my Barron’s on a fallen log so I could sit down, I was informed that Scott the Greater would be there any minute. Opened my briefcase and handed the axe to Squeegee, who proceeded into the darkness to search for more wood, an ongoing preoccupation at Campy. Popped open my first beer and proceeded to converse fluently on matters of finance, reaganomics, and esoteric topics like deregulation. Here I was, so seemingly out of place, but at the same time right at home. This was CampyLand, or at least one of them. <br /><br />CampyLand was a VAST network of 6 improvised structures located in various parts of the tri-state (NY, NJ, CT) area in the late 1980s. Always secluded but never too far from civilization in those small, undeveloped and densely wooded areas of (mostly) northern New Jersey that had sometimes been labeled “toxic waste dumps,” superfund sites, a purported UFO landing area, that sort of thing. Interesting places behind various factories, swampy areas where cops feared to tread. <br /><br />Originally it started out as just one CampyLand and was conceived by my friend as a residence. He was a Russian-Ukrainian immigrant and quite resourceful. Since he didn’t live anywhere, he was also the first person I knew who had a cell phone, because he needed it for his job. How ironic. He probably made more money than I did working at the HQ of one of New Jersey’s largest banks, but he still had no real place to live except The Structure at CampyLand. The Structure was always the same basic design. A group of 6 to 8 decent sized trees in a circle, the center of which would be clear (or cleared), and various salvaged pieces of wood nailed onto the outer trees, with their branches tied together to form a roof with a circular hole in it consisting of tarps draped over the branches. In the center was always a 55-gallon toxic waste drum with holes made in the bottom where wood could be burned. <br /><br />Amenities, and sizes of the Structures varied greatly. The first such Structure was the most sumptuous, having “wall” to “wall” carpeting, a sofa, “seats,” and a king sized bed. All garbage-picked and slightly used, but still useful. When the fire was started you could literally lounge in there in the middle of February in just a T-shirt, and sometimes such attire was mandatory given how hot it could get in there. Sometimes there would be up to 25 people showing up. <br /><br />Since the Campies were only ever used at night, and only once did the Wayne, NJ Police attempt to enter the woods at night, we quickly discovered that the cops would do their dirty deeds during the daytime when nobody was there. That was the real reason there were 6 of them, each one constructed not far away and using as much of the materials as were practical to salvage. We were therefor constantly scouting new areas for potential Campies, and almost set one up on Garrett Mountain. We had discovered some sort of weather station that had an electrified fence around it which when touched felt a lot like the 110 Volts needed to power a nice TV set. The theory was to run a concealed wire made of linked extension cords from there to the location we called \"Whippet Rock,\" a big glacial boulder in the middle of the woods not accessible via any trail. <br /><br />Since most of these locations were inside swampy and thorny areas, one of my friends had decided to grow some weed in the middle of a thorn thicket he had cleared by himself with a machete. It was only years later that he admittend to having done this. With the hindsight of the Internet I also found out that after I had left the USA, all the Campies basically died out. Although I hadn't started this \"movement\" I certainly was its main proponent for 4 years. In a sense, it really was like a secret society since you could only find the place if someone took you there more than once. Remember, there were no GPS units back then, and since the locations we would utilise would change, we also had a system of secret codes we could use over the phone to indicate which CampyLand would be visited any given evening. Back in the pre-internet days that meant each of us getting in touch by phone, then grabbing more people either at the WIllowbrook Mall or Johnny's house. Then hitting the \"special\" liquour stores that would serve us without ID and then making our way there in as few cars as possible. <br /><br />Although their original purpose was to provide my friend with temporary housing, for the rest of us its purpose existed solely for victimless crimes like the clandestine consumption of alcoholic beverages by underaged adults. I know, two oxymorons, but that’s life in the USA. Mainly it served as a gathering place for a motley crue as diverse as the castaways on Gilligan’s Island and the characters in Bloom County where my unique role would be a fusion between The Professor, Mr. Howell, Steve Harris, and (sometimes) Bill the Cat. <br />The ritual was always the same. <br /> <br />1. Arrive at structure.<br />2. Decide who has to get the wood.<br />3. Get wood.<br />4. Light fire.<br />5. Get wasted.<br /> <br />Strangely reminiscent of some Greek Dionysian Mystery-School ritual, I know. What's ironic (and iconic) is the fact that I would usually do all this while wearing a 3-piece pinstripe suit while gainfully employed, as were all the other future (potentially future) Captains of Industry, potential Philanthropists, and possible Philosophers. Iconic, I say, because how many other 3-piece suit wearing capitalists have an axe in their briefcase and chop wood with it on a regular basis, then rant and rave about the evils of capitalism while wasted on beer, the Campyland equivalent of the Dionysian intoxicant known as Kykeon. <br /><br />Sometimes this “Kykeon” would consist of wine I would brew myself. By the tender age of 11 I had mastered this arcane art form and had used it for personal amusement on a regular basis. In the days of CampyLand, most of this wine would actually come from my own office at the bank. When my boss was fired, I simply took over his office for use as storage space which I “needed” for all the mortgage files I was “working” on. In reality, there were anywhere from 20-40 gallons brewing there at any one time, and the occasional smell was always attributed to some rotting fruit I maintained on his desk. Even so, I was mentally prepared for my little operation being discovered and my argument was simple. Nowhere in the Employee Handbook did it state that \"employees are not allowed to brew wine in their office cubicles.\"<br /><br />Explaining why I constantly smelled like some lumberjack with the smell of wood smoke on my clothing was surprisingly not that easy. Most of my colleagues didn’t believe I actually did this Campy thing on a semi-regular basis. <br /><br />Since I did this all in 2 litre bottles I could easily conceal in my briefcase and had access to a bathroom almost nobody used, the operation was very efficient. I never found out if anybody knew what I was doing in there and honestly, I didn’t care. I knew that the worst that could happen was I’d get fired, only to find an even better job at an even better bank. Besides, I was looking to get out of the USA, knowing full well that no matter what happened, my life would definitely turn out more interesting than those lives and potential lives I would leave behind. But yeah, I would decant and filter batches of wine every day, or set up new ones as required. It was ridiculous because there was no \"real\" work to be done anyway because interest rates were quite high, at around 11%. Another \"hobby\" I was able to cultivate at that job was SLEEPING, or more accurately stated, catching up on lost sleep since I was working full-time, attending college part-time, and hanging out with lots of cool people. The technique I developed was really simple and I'd just spread out some report on my desk, complete with a ruler and a calculator and a pen in my hand, and rest my head while covering my eyes, as if deep in thought. I also quickly discovered that if I moved around the office while conspicuously holding a pen, nobody would ever ask me to do anything. <br /><br />None of the CampyLands had been conceived as permanent structures in any sense of the word, and at no time was this more obvious than when the cops raided the first one behind the Drake’s Cakes factory in Little Falls, NJ. Nobody got caught or arrested because we knew those woods like the back of our hands. Generally the cops would NOT really want to enter the woods at night, any woods. Usually they’d announce their presence using a megaphone. During that particular incident they said “come out with your hands up!” and Fergusson had the presence of mind to scream back “NO, YOU come HERE and get us!” which after about a 5 minute deliberation they attempted to do. You could see exactly where they were by their flashlights, so avoiding them was like playing some really easy video game. We scattered. In their “righteous indignation” the cops destroyed and burned down The Structure. <br />Of course we went back some days later to assess the damage, however, since we had almost foreseen this happening, a NEW and IMPROVED CampyLand was in the process of being constructed just around the corner! Actually, about ½ kilometre away but in the same woods. <br /><br />In reality, that 5-step ritual was more complex, and involved different people coming in and working on Structural improvements, like bringing in plywood, pallets, or carrying out repairs. It was like some Underground Railroad operation. Everybody contributed something, whether that was work, bringing in newspapers for seating and/or kindling, bringing various random foodstuffs, or dragging in some dead wood. <br /><br />The rules for entry were simple: (1) you had to be “cool” (2) you never entered with a flashlight since only cops used them, and besides, we all knew those woods much better than they did. You COULD use a flashlight going out, though; and (3) you also had to either state your name, or make monkey noises to indicate your CampyLand affiliation or “citizenship” as it were. <br /><br />Although temporary in nature, the CampyLands were quite logical in purpose. Some of these people lived with their parents, some (actually ONE) had no place to live, and some didn’t want to risk their own places getting destroyed by these hypothetically future “business leaders,” “captains of industry,” “artists,” and their ilk trashing their place while drunk. <br /><br />When I moved to Czechoslovakia in 1991 I landed another cushy job, and the only vestige of Campy tradition I carried on was the whole brewing-huge-quantities-of-wine-in-my-office thing, using upwards of 85% of my time there for my own personal business and also for purposes of personal amusement. Oh, and getting away with it. I mean, working a job that paid 90 Dollars a month simply HAD to pay off somehow, and I made DAMN sure that was the case. <br /><br />I also didn’t have a whole lot of free time to spend with friends because I had no friends outside of my job when I first moved there. There was no internet and speaking to anybody over your own land line with someone in the US cost an arm and a leg. There was also no point in setting up a Czechoslovakian CampyLand because I could now freely go to bars and get wasted there. Or better yet, after hours at work, while having unlimited access to a phone. <br /><br />Besides, everywhere I looked, I saw evidence that my new world was in fact one HUGE CampyLand, and very much temporary in the greater scheme of things, but just as purposeful and methodical. Half-assed and rinky-dink, but stunning in beauty and meaning nevertheless. You could say that every single person’s living situation in some ways resembles CampyLand.<br /><br />And there’s no place like CampyLand.<br /><br /> <br /><br /><a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&t=all&q=CAMPY\" title=\"#CAMPY\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#CAMPY</a>",
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"content": "The CampyLand Diaries\n\nSlowly I drove to the end of the parking lot, toward the edge of a wooded area. Pretty sure I hadn’t been observed coming in. Here I was, still in my black 3-piece business suit, my black briefcase on the seat next to me crammed with Budweiser cans and an axe to the point of nearly popping open. I parked, shut the lights off and waited in the darkness apprehensively. After about a minute I thought “it’s now or never,” exited my car and headed into the blackness of the wooded night. \n\nA minute later I breathed a sigh of relief. I was free, for now. Another 15 minutes of walking, and I could already see a fire in the distance. Made a left at the Evil Tree and a right at the Free Cunt Tree. Someone was already there. I gave out my usual monkey call and made my way towards the fire. Stoner, Squeegee, Joe and Scott the Lesser were already there because I heard their voices greeting me. I was home. CampyLand had another denizen. \n\nAs I spread out my Barron’s on a fallen log so I could sit down, I was informed that Scott the Greater would be there any minute. Opened my briefcase and handed the axe to Squeegee, who proceeded into the darkness to search for more wood, an ongoing preoccupation at Campy. Popped open my first beer and proceeded to converse fluently on matters of finance, reaganomics, and esoteric topics like deregulation. Here I was, so seemingly out of place, but at the same time right at home. This was CampyLand, or at least one of them. \n\nCampyLand was a VAST network of 6 improvised structures located in various parts of the tri-state (NY, NJ, CT) area in the late 1980s. Always secluded but never too far from civilization in those small, undeveloped and densely wooded areas of (mostly) northern New Jersey that had sometimes been labeled “toxic waste dumps,” superfund sites, a purported UFO landing area, that sort of thing. Interesting places behind various factories, swampy areas where cops feared to tread. \n\nOriginally it started out as just one CampyLand and was conceived by my friend as a residence. He was a Russian-Ukrainian immigrant and quite resourceful. Since he didn’t live anywhere, he was also the first person I knew who had a cell phone, because he needed it for his job. How ironic. He probably made more money than I did working at the HQ of one of New Jersey’s largest banks, but he still had no real place to live except The Structure at CampyLand. The Structure was always the same basic design. A group of 6 to 8 decent sized trees in a circle, the center of which would be clear (or cleared), and various salvaged pieces of wood nailed onto the outer trees, with their branches tied together to form a roof with a circular hole in it consisting of tarps draped over the branches. In the center was always a 55-gallon toxic waste drum with holes made in the bottom where wood could be burned. \n\nAmenities, and sizes of the Structures varied greatly. The first such Structure was the most sumptuous, having “wall” to “wall” carpeting, a sofa, “seats,” and a king sized bed. All garbage-picked and slightly used, but still useful. When the fire was started you could literally lounge in there in the middle of February in just a T-shirt, and sometimes such attire was mandatory given how hot it could get in there. Sometimes there would be up to 25 people showing up. \n\nSince the Campies were only ever used at night, and only once did the Wayne, NJ Police attempt to enter the woods at night, we quickly discovered that the cops would do their dirty deeds during the daytime when nobody was there. That was the real reason there were 6 of them, each one constructed not far away and using as much of the materials as were practical to salvage. We were therefor constantly scouting new areas for potential Campies, and almost set one up on Garrett Mountain. We had discovered some sort of weather station that had an electrified fence around it which when touched felt a lot like the 110 Volts needed to power a nice TV set. The theory was to run a concealed wire made of linked extension cords from there to the location we called \"Whippet Rock,\" a big glacial boulder in the middle of the woods not accessible via any trail. \n\nSince most of these locations were inside swampy and thorny areas, one of my friends had decided to grow some weed in the middle of a thorn thicket he had cleared by himself with a machete. It was only years later that he admittend to having done this. With the hindsight of the Internet I also found out that after I had left the USA, all the Campies basically died out. Although I hadn't started this \"movement\" I certainly was its main proponent for 4 years. In a sense, it really was like a secret society since you could only find the place if someone took you there more than once. Remember, there were no GPS units back then, and since the locations we would utilise would change, we also had a system of secret codes we could use over the phone to indicate which CampyLand would be visited any given evening. Back in the pre-internet days that meant each of us getting in touch by phone, then grabbing more people either at the WIllowbrook Mall or Johnny's house. Then hitting the \"special\" liquour stores that would serve us without ID and then making our way there in as few cars as possible. \n\nAlthough their original purpose was to provide my friend with temporary housing, for the rest of us its purpose existed solely for victimless crimes like the clandestine consumption of alcoholic beverages by underaged adults. I know, two oxymorons, but that’s life in the USA. Mainly it served as a gathering place for a motley crue as diverse as the castaways on Gilligan’s Island and the characters in Bloom County where my unique role would be a fusion between The Professor, Mr. Howell, Steve Harris, and (sometimes) Bill the Cat. \nThe ritual was always the same. \n \n1. Arrive at structure.\n2. Decide who has to get the wood.\n3. Get wood.\n4. Light fire.\n5. Get wasted.\n \nStrangely reminiscent of some Greek Dionysian Mystery-School ritual, I know. What's ironic (and iconic) is the fact that I would usually do all this while wearing a 3-piece pinstripe suit while gainfully employed, as were all the other future (potentially future) Captains of Industry, potential Philanthropists, and possible Philosophers. Iconic, I say, because how many other 3-piece suit wearing capitalists have an axe in their briefcase and chop wood with it on a regular basis, then rant and rave about the evils of capitalism while wasted on beer, the Campyland equivalent of the Dionysian intoxicant known as Kykeon. \n\nSometimes this “Kykeon” would consist of wine I would brew myself. By the tender age of 11 I had mastered this arcane art form and had used it for personal amusement on a regular basis. In the days of CampyLand, most of this wine would actually come from my own office at the bank. When my boss was fired, I simply took over his office for use as storage space which I “needed” for all the mortgage files I was “working” on. In reality, there were anywhere from 20-40 gallons brewing there at any one time, and the occasional smell was always attributed to some rotting fruit I maintained on his desk. Even so, I was mentally prepared for my little operation being discovered and my argument was simple. Nowhere in the Employee Handbook did it state that \"employees are not allowed to brew wine in their office cubicles.\"\n\nExplaining why I constantly smelled like some lumberjack with the smell of wood smoke on my clothing was surprisingly not that easy. Most of my colleagues didn’t believe I actually did this Campy thing on a semi-regular basis. \n\nSince I did this all in 2 litre bottles I could easily conceal in my briefcase and had access to a bathroom almost nobody used, the operation was very efficient. I never found out if anybody knew what I was doing in there and honestly, I didn’t care. I knew that the worst that could happen was I’d get fired, only to find an even better job at an even better bank. Besides, I was looking to get out of the USA, knowing full well that no matter what happened, my life would definitely turn out more interesting than those lives and potential lives I would leave behind. But yeah, I would decant and filter batches of wine every day, or set up new ones as required. It was ridiculous because there was no \"real\" work to be done anyway because interest rates were quite high, at around 11%. Another \"hobby\" I was able to cultivate at that job was SLEEPING, or more accurately stated, catching up on lost sleep since I was working full-time, attending college part-time, and hanging out with lots of cool people. The technique I developed was really simple and I'd just spread out some report on my desk, complete with a ruler and a calculator and a pen in my hand, and rest my head while covering my eyes, as if deep in thought. I also quickly discovered that if I moved around the office while conspicuously holding a pen, nobody would ever ask me to do anything. \n\nNone of the CampyLands had been conceived as permanent structures in any sense of the word, and at no time was this more obvious than when the cops raided the first one behind the Drake’s Cakes factory in Little Falls, NJ. Nobody got caught or arrested because we knew those woods like the back of our hands. Generally the cops would NOT really want to enter the woods at night, any woods. Usually they’d announce their presence using a megaphone. During that particular incident they said “come out with your hands up!” and Fergusson had the presence of mind to scream back “NO, YOU come HERE and get us!” which after about a 5 minute deliberation they attempted to do. You could see exactly where they were by their flashlights, so avoiding them was like playing some really easy video game. We scattered. In their “righteous indignation” the cops destroyed and burned down The Structure. \nOf course we went back some days later to assess the damage, however, since we had almost foreseen this happening, a NEW and IMPROVED CampyLand was in the process of being constructed just around the corner! Actually, about ½ kilometre away but in the same woods. \n\nIn reality, that 5-step ritual was more complex, and involved different people coming in and working on Structural improvements, like bringing in plywood, pallets, or carrying out repairs. It was like some Underground Railroad operation. Everybody contributed something, whether that was work, bringing in newspapers for seating and/or kindling, bringing various random foodstuffs, or dragging in some dead wood. \n\nThe rules for entry were simple: (1) you had to be “cool” (2) you never entered with a flashlight since only cops used them, and besides, we all knew those woods much better than they did. You COULD use a flashlight going out, though; and (3) you also had to either state your name, or make monkey noises to indicate your CampyLand affiliation or “citizenship” as it were. \n\nAlthough temporary in nature, the CampyLands were quite logical in purpose. Some of these people lived with their parents, some (actually ONE) had no place to live, and some didn’t want to risk their own places getting destroyed by these hypothetically future “business leaders,” “captains of industry,” “artists,” and their ilk trashing their place while drunk. \n\nWhen I moved to Czechoslovakia in 1991 I landed another cushy job, and the only vestige of Campy tradition I carried on was the whole brewing-huge-quantities-of-wine-in-my-office thing, using upwards of 85% of my time there for my own personal business and also for purposes of personal amusement. Oh, and getting away with it. I mean, working a job that paid 90 Dollars a month simply HAD to pay off somehow, and I made DAMN sure that was the case. \n\nI also didn’t have a whole lot of free time to spend with friends because I had no friends outside of my job when I first moved there. There was no internet and speaking to anybody over your own land line with someone in the US cost an arm and a leg. There was also no point in setting up a Czechoslovakian CampyLand because I could now freely go to bars and get wasted there. Or better yet, after hours at work, while having unlimited access to a phone. \n\nBesides, everywhere I looked, I saw evidence that my new world was in fact one HUGE CampyLand, and very much temporary in the greater scheme of things, but just as purposeful and methodical. Half-assed and rinky-dink, but stunning in beauty and meaning nevertheless. You could say that every single person’s living situation in some ways resembles CampyLand.\n\nAnd there’s no place like CampyLand.\n\n \n\n#CAMPY",
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