Subject: Peter Pan Meets Pyramid Head I & II Sat Mar 25, 2017 7:48 am
Peter Pan Meets Pyramid Head I
By Jack Heart & Orage
“The moment you doubt whether you can fly, you cease forever to be able to do it.” - Peter Pan
The reality of the herd is nothing more than an etiological myth; a story concocted in accordance with prevailing beliefs to explain how an already existing thing came into being. The children of Abraham tell a story of how their god created rainbows as a promise that he would never do it again after he had drowned the entire world. Then they laugh at Peter Pan…
Mythology as a word itself should be stricken from the English language. There is no such thing as a myth, only alternate realities, every one of them just as feasible and just as real as the other. The one the observer experiences is dependent only on what the observer believes is real. If Peter Pan jumps from the roof of the Empire State Building in front of you, he will no doubt end in a bloody pancake on the pavement below but in another world, he is soaring like a drunken pigeon over Fifth Avenue. The bloody pancake is part of your world, not his…
In this world, the herd, the mob, the unwashed masses, they are farm animals and are seldom if ever told the truth by their keepers. They believe, they graze and they bleat, they live and die by what they are told. They are the proverbial six hundred lost souls in the South Tower of the World Trade Center; only too willing to ignore the burning North Tower right in front of them in favor of promises made by an incorporeal authority who tells them on some faceless public address system that everything will be just fine if they just go back to work. For them, beasts of burden that they are, death cannot come soon enough, just like it did… They are Slaves, they are Helots, they are technology’s Shudras; conditioned to swoon at the mere mention of Albert Einstein’s name. Albert Einstein! ‘Albert Einstein, the godlike Jew that changed the course of human history in the early twentieth century...’ It would all be laughable if it if did not contain the germ of truth. There was a godlike Jewish scientist in the first half of the twentieth century from which precedes everything twenty-first century man now see’s before him. But his name was not Albert Einstein and he was in fact, besides being a Jew who delighted in telling Yiddish jokes to other Jews, a fanatically committed “Nazi…”
John von Neumann
John von Neumann published over a hundred and fifty papers in his lifetime and each one of them would alter the course of human history but in the end he only published what was necessary to move main stream science into the twenty-first century. Most of what he did was top secret. Enrico Fermi may have built the bomb almost singlehandedly and Martin Bormann may have supplied the U235 when he dealt submarine U234 to the Allies but it was John von Neumann who made it all work. It was von Neumann who designedthe Implosion detonation mechanism for Fat Boy; the plutonium bomb that leveled Nagasaki, the one the Germans so conveniently had the infrared fuses for on-board U234. It was von Neumann who selected Hiroshima and Nagasaki as the targets after being overruled on Kyoto –his first choice– by Secretary of War Henry L. Stimson, and it was von Neumann who according to even mainstream academia calculated the exact “heights” at which the bombs would be detonated…
In 1950 von Neumann became a consultant to the Weapons Systems Evaluation Group (WSEG). The WSEG advised Americas Joint Chiefs of Staff and Secretary of Defense on the weaponization of new technologies. After that he was the shadow behind the government and the inspiration for Stanley Kubrick’siconic 1964 movie character Dr. Strangelove. During the final stages of his illness von Neumann was wheelchair bound and meetings that would set the policies that are still in place today for “National Security” were often held in his home. His work was so classified that an armed contingent stood over him as he died of cancer at the Walter Reed Army Medical Center in 1957.There would be no impromptu death bed confessions in John von Neumann’s biography...
In his Mathematische Grundlagen der Quantenmechanik, the 1932 book that defines quantum mechanics till this very day, von Neumann attributes the indeterminate nature of quantum physics to input from the observer’s consciousness that is outside of mathematical calculations. He said the entire universe could be described as a wave function and that wave function collapse is due only to the consciousness of the observer. Among physicists this school of thought is called the von Neumann–Wigner interpretation. Its wild abandonment of determinism has always had little appeal to an academia that has built its temple on the foundation of rationalism.
Hugh Everett III, born in 1930, was von Neumann’s successor at the WSEG. Everett, just like von Neumann, was a blueblood. Only Everett was a loyal son of the Anglo-American Empire whose father was a lieutenant colonel on the general staff during WW II. After the war, Everett took a year off from school in 1949 to stay with his dad in occupied Germany. Together they took hundreds of professional grade photographs of the technical aspects of the reconstruction, all rather strangely; “almost devoid of people.”1
After graduating in 1953 from the most exclusive catholic schools in Washington DC with a degree in chemical engineering Everett was given a National Science Foundation fellowship enabling him to attend Princeton for graduate studies. There he at first studied Game Theory; a branch of mathematics, established by von Neumann in 1928. Game Theory analyses the strategies of the participants in competitive situations.
By 1954 Everett was immersed in mathematical physics at Princeton under Eugene Wigner of the von Neumann–Wigner interpretation. By 1955 he had his masters degree and began work on his dissertation; Wave Mechanics Without Probability, which he would finish in April of 1956. A month later he went to work for the WSEG where he would become the Director of the Department of Physical and Mathematical Sciences in 1957, the year von Neumann died. Just about everything Everett did after that is classified.
Everett’s dissertationturned theoretical physics on its head. Everett said the wave function didn’t collapse, denying the Copenhagen Schoolits most cherished precept. What Everett said was the same thing the inventor of the equations that describe a wave function; Erwin Schrödinger, had told physicists four years earlier at the famous lecture when he warned them what he was about to say would “seem lunatic.”2 Schrödinger then went on to say that there really is no such thing as probabilities and that when his equations seem to be describing several different histories they are “not alternatives but all really happen simultaneously...” 3
Back at the Empire State Building, you’re looking at Peter Pancake, but in an alternate reality, just as real as your own, Peter Pan is swooping down Fifth Avenue laughing at you. Peter Pan cannot die and neither can you, this is called Quantum Immortality. Everett believed so strongly in it that he actually ate, drank and smoked himself to death at age fifty-two, making a spectacle of it in front of his family and boasting to his colleagues how satisfied he was with this life’s achievements. Later, in hopes that she would meet up with him in the right parallel universe, his daughter would commit suicide asking in her suicide note that her ashes be thrown out with the trash, as Everett had insisted his should be...
The foundational premise of Preston Nichol’s infamous Montauk Projects trilogy was the artificial production, amplification and introduction of an oscillated frequency to subjects, usually prepubescent boys, with the right Nordic blood type. When seated in a chair, designed by von Neumann to achieve harmonic synthesis between the subject and the introduced frequency, the subject can project alternate realities, even beings that can interact with this reality. Wormholes can be opened up and time manipulated for the deployment of an army of mind controlled super soldiers, created by secret Nazi technology. The raison d'être of the project is given as the Babylon Working; the ultimate consummation of the Magick of Aleister Crowley. The whole thing was implemented under the direction of von Neumann and directed, after the war, from the Brookhaven Lab in Long Island. Most of the experimentation took place in a Deep Underground Military Base (DUMB) beneath Camp Hero, a now defunct radar station on Montauk Point, Long Island.
The first book The Montauk Project: Experiments in Timewas published in 1992. Its cover features the picture of a statue of a great rearing steed with a clock on its stomach. In the book, claiming to be a participant in the experiments himself as a technician, and as the Assistant Director in an alternate reality, Nichols tells his readers, without bothering to give any good reasons why he is telling them, that the future can be accessed only so far before the time traveler is confronted by the statue of a great rearing steed in a landscape devoid of people.
A family-friendly ride
In 1993 New Mexican artist Luis Jimenez was commissioned to build a thirty-two foot high statue for the then under construction Denver International Airport (DIA). The statue would take fifteen years to complete and looks almost exactly like the rearing steed depicted on the cover of Preston Nichol’s book. The differences being the Jimenez statue is painted blue, minus the clock and rearing to the full apex of its terrible height. The airport opened in 1995 but the statue would not be finished till 2008. Jimenez was killed in 2006 when a section fell from its hoist and severed the artery in his leg. He bled out in his Hondo, New Mexico studio; thirteen years after being commissioned… His sons finished the work and its now on display at the airport, leaving a lasting impression of dread in many of the twenty-eight million people who pass through each year. Because of its glowing red eyes some have taken to calling it the “Devil Horse” or “Satan’s Steed.”
But the facts are, long before “Blucifer” fixed Peña Boulevard; DIA’s main road, in the “blankand pitiless” gaze W B Yeats predicted a century before, people noticed the runways of DIA form a swastika when viewed from the air. The dedication stone for DIA is Masonic, the art decorating its interior is apocalyptic, and its thirty-five thousand acres are almost twice the real-estate of America’s second largest airport. At close to five billion dollars DIA ended up costing almost twice what it was budgeted for, was sixteen months over deadline and seemingly built in the middle of nowhere. Rumors have surfaced, substantiated by facts like these, that the airport itself is just the external face for a DUMB that is the hub of a Luciferian conspiracy to eliminate 90% of the world’s “useless eaters” and bring to fruition the New World Order of Masonic dreams. That dream, in a seemingly taunting gesture, was carved in the granite of the Georgia Guidestones when the eighties began…
It was Aleister Crowley himself who had given the marching orders for instituting the new reality, a reality without reality, without limitations, without rules; an ‘indeterminate’ reality where the elect would take strange drugs and make love to great purple beasts of woman. In The Book of the Law, written all the way back in 1904, Crowley called the Magi to war against what he called the old grey world.
“I am the warrior Lord of the Forties: the Eighties cower before me, and are abased. I will bring you to victory and joy: I will be at your arms in battle and ye shall delight to slay. Success is your proof; courage is your armor; go on, go on, in my strength; and ye shall turn not back for any!”
Karl Pribram, the founder of the Holonomic Brain Theory and the leading light of the Holographic Paradigm repeatedly points out that by 1906 German scientists had begun to explore the possibility that the brain works like a frequency receiver.4 But even before that experiments in wireless communication and electrical discharge, in Germany by scientists like Friedrich Paschen and his successor Max Wien and elsewhere by Nikola Tesla, Guglielmo Marconi and others, had proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that this world the human race lives in is nothing more than a frequency signal and the channel can be changed.
Those experiments have never been made public. In fact Paschen and Wien two of the greatest experimental scientists that ever lived have been virtually written out of history, another Tesla made to look like a quack and Marconi a spaghetti salesman. History, because it is written by academics beholding to their sponsors and has been since the days of Herodotus, never ever tells the truth. History tells those it seduces what its sponsors want them to hear. That’s why in the days before Christianity, when western man was still capable of critical thinking, Herodotus was called the Father of Lies. Now he’s called the Father of History… Walter Gerlach was Hitler’s plenipotentiary for nuclear physics in the Reich Research Council. After the war, he was fingered as the lead scientist in the enigmatic “Nazi Bell Experiments” by the soon to be hung Jakob Sporrenberg. He was SS-Gruppenführer und Generalleutnant der Polizei for Poland and Belarus where the experiments took place. Gerlach had served his apprenticeship under Paschen, then gone on to serve in WW I under Wien in wireless communication for the German army. These men were all doing pioneering work with light waves below the visible spectrum. They were studying the frequencies of electromagnetic radiation emitted during transition from a higher state of energy to a lower, the same as occurs during a gravitational redshift where time is altered. Wien was even experimenting with synchronizing two pendulums just like Fourier analysis is able to do on paper.
Even before the Germans got to work on their Time Machine, which is exactly what the Nazi Bell was, by the early twenties they already had built aJenseitsflugmachine or “After Life Flying Machine” under the direction of Winfried Otto Schumann. Schumann, another of the great German experimental scientists written out of history, was Germanys answer toNikola Tesla and perhaps the foremost expert in the world on high-voltage technology at the time. He was using instructions provided by beautiful and mysterious female Magi who told the German scientists from the Thule Society working with them that they were channelling the technical schematics for the ship from disembodied entities.
After the war Schumann, under Operation Paperclip, would be sequestered at Wright Paterson Air Force Base for two years, along with two hundred and twenty tons of classified German papers on aviation. None of what was learned has ever been made public. In the fifties, Schumann would be credited with discovering the Schumann Resonance; a set of spectrum peaks in the Extremely Low Frequency (ELF) portion of the world’s electromagnetic field, usually around 7.83 Hertz (Hz) but ranging between three and sixty Hz, contingent on worldwide lightning activity, which generates it. The Schumann Resonance is the pulse of the living Earth…
Starting in the early 1880’s, whenHeinrich Hertz –for whom the Hertz unit of measurement is named– proved in the lab the existence of electromagnetic waves, there was a relentless and unbroken line of experimentation by the Germans in a herculean effort to produce higher and higher frequencies. The early experimentation of Wien led to the 1920 invention of the Barkhausen oscillator by Heinrich Barkhausen and Karl Kurz. It was the first oscillator that could produce modulated electromagnetic waves in the ultra-high frequency (UHF) spectrum; another words radio. But more importantly, the Germans could now change the channel with their After Life or Other World Flying Machine and explore the myriads of invisible worlds coterminous with the one the rest of the human race is trapped in.
In 1935Oskar Heil, one if the few great German scientists who hasn’t been written out of history, together with his brilliant Russian wife; Agnesa Arsenjewa, would crown the German effort with a paper that presented thevelocity-modulated or Heil tube to the world.The Heil tube is able to beam electrons in bunches allowing for the generation of radio waves at far higher frequencies than were possible with the vacuum tubes used till then.The Heil tube was the first practical microwave generator. It was crucial in the development of radar technology and is still used today. Heil was also issued several patents for “transistor-like” devices before the war. In 1947, he was “invited” to America. By the end of 1947 Bell Laboratories announced the invention of the “point-contact transistor…”
At the close of WW II, America needed fifty kilos of U235 for the critical mass necessary to detonate its atomic bomb. In a memo dated December 28, 1944 the chief metallurgist for Los Alamos Eric Jette wrote “A study of the shipment of (bomb-grade uranium) for the past three months shows the following…: At the present rate we will have 10 kilos about February 7 and 15 kilos about May 1.” At best America’s atomic bomb would have only a little more than half the uranium required to achieve critical mass by August 6 of forty-five; the day they dropped it on Hiroshima.
The same explosion could be produced using only a third that much plutonium but the only man who could figure out how to detonate the plutonium, von Neumann, was working with a different science than the disciples of Einstein who had built America’s bombs. He would require something only the Germans could produce. In a deal that would convince the world that the allies had won a war, where they had achieved a draw at best; the Anglo-American empires consolation prize was brought over on U234 as part of an agreement that had been made with Martin Bormann, Hitler’s right-hand man. Among the treasures on board of U234 were the infrared fuses that were necessary to use the specially made explosive lenses designed by von Neumann to compress and detonate the plutonium core of the bomb later dropped on Nagasaki.
Along for the boat ride was Dr. Heinz Schlicke, perhaps the foremost expert alive in electromagnetic science. Schlicke had studied under Barkhausen in Germany. His dissertation was on the “Entrainment of Oscillators and Sub-Harmonics.” He would instruct the bumbling Americans on how to use the infrared fuses and much much more after the war working under Operation Paperclip at the Office of Naval Research in Sands Point, Long Island. His work there consisted of what is now known as Stealth Technology. Considering “Bluebirds” and “Bluebooks” “Have Blue,” “Project Blue Beam” and now even a “Blue Planet Project;” it really should just be called Blue Technology...
Sands Point, one of the world’s wealthiest residential enclaves, is about an hour and half drive from Montauk. But it’s not even half that to the working class neighborhood of East Islip where Grumman and Fairchild, the military contractors who produced the “Have Blue” prototype of the Stealth planes, once shared a building. During the eighties, it was located right across Sunrise Highway from Heckscher State Park. The area around that building is where much of Nichols narrative really took place…
If the German scientists had a team captain, it was Manfred von Ardenne, a blueblood of the highest pedigree and intellect imaginable. He filed for his first patent in 1923 at the age of fifteen. It was for an electronic tube for applications in wireless telegraphy with three systems in a single tube. By 1928 von Ardenne, who was the real life Bruce Wayne, had financed and built his own subterranean lab beneath Berlin-Lichterfelde. Von Ardennes Bat-cave came replete with a two million volt electrostatic generator and a cyclotron. At the time, there was only one other cyclotron throughout all of Europe, that of the Curies who were being financed by the entire universal church of Albert Einstein pseudoscience...
Von Ardennes lab, properly dubbed Forschungslaboratorium für Elektronenphysik, specialized in nuclear physics and high frequency technology. It was the place to be for the most elite scientists of Germany and what was before WW I the Austro-Hungarian Empire. After National Socialism assumed power, it was a hangout for the highest echelon of the movement, men like Hitler, Bormann and the bagman for Germanys incredible wealth by war’s end; Karl Ohnesorge. He was the President of the Central Office of the Reichspost, Germany’s central postal service.Ohnesorge was perhaps Hitler’s oldest and closest confidante after Fritz Todt, the Minister of Armaments who controlled the Todt Organization, Germanys National Construction Company. Todt died in a plane crash following an emergency private meeting with Hitler in the beginning of forty-two. Ohnesorge was not only in control of mail distribution and National Socialisms black budget, but slated to control future distribution of all television sets in the Third Reich. He had an abiding interest in propagating the party through wireless technology. After the war he was charged but the charges were suddenly dropped with no explanation ever given. Ohnesorge, the second most important man in Germany after Hitler, just disappeared, fading into the post war landscape like a ghost…
By the time the Germans hosted the 1936 Summer Olympics von Ardenne had already invented television so the rest of Europe, still reeling from the Great Depression, could bear witness to Germany’s triumphant resurrection from its gutters under National Socialism. Von Ardenne is credited with inventing the Scanning Electron Microscope in 1937 and his work was pivotal in Ernst Ruska’s development of the Electron Microscope in the early thirties. Over his long and illustrious career he would hold about six hundred patents inelectron microscopy, medical technology, nuclear technology, plasma physics, and radio and television technology. After the war von Ardenne would shun the west, going to the Soviet Union along with three hundred other German scientists including 1925 Nobel Prize recipient and fellow blueblood Gustav Hertz, the nephew of Heinrich Hertz.
Agnesa Arsenjewa had gone to the Soviet Union immediately after her and Heil published. She would never return to the west; spending the rest of her life working in secret at theLeningrad Physico-Chemical Institute where she had parted with Heil in 1935. He had accompanied her there and they had worked together briefly until he went back to England where he stayed until the war broke out, when he reentered Germany through Switzerland.In 1953 von Ardenne was awarded the Stalin Prize, first class, for contributions to the Soviets atomic bomb project, among other things… Later he would go to East Germany where he would live until 1997, basking in Russian gratitude and rubles for making them the other superpower.
Peter Sellers hamming it up as Dr. Strangelove
The truth is von Neumann was a fanatically committed National Socialist and had been for all his adult life. He was a Nazi. It was such an open secret that Stanley Kubrick, the CIA’s palace bard, poked fun at it in Dr. Strangelove. He had been educated and imported from Germany by the Rockefeller Foundation four years before the National socialists took power there. The Rockefeller Foundation was joined like Siamese twins to I.G. Farben, Brown Brothers Harriman and all the rest of the parasites that latched on to Hitler as he ascended the throne of the German Empire, the same parasites that would force him to get rid of Gottfried Feder and much of National Socialisms dream. Like von Ardenne had insured for himself by going to the Soviet Union; no one had any such leverage over von Neumann. He was a purist. Money meant nothing to him except to have a big house to throw parties with his friends.
The same could probably be said about another Jewish “Nazi;” Dennis Gabor, who won the Nobel Prize in 1971 for inventing the mathematics that made the holograph possible. Just like von Neumann, Gabor was a Jew from an aristocratic Hungarian family. His cultural background, his field of expertise and even his lifelong interests indicate more than a passing acquaintance with von Neumann. They indicate just the kind of top secret collaboration that the swarm of security people that hovered over everything von Neumann touched was there to cover up.
Gabor had a lifelong interest in self replicating machines. His landmark 1959 lecture on Electronic Inventions and their Impact on Civilisation was the inspiration for the additional chapter in the 1961 edition of Norbert Wieners Cybernetics; now considered the Genesis of Transhumanism. Wiener had already written the rest of the book and its accompanying cannon The Human Use of Human Beings a decade earlier, right after von Neumann in forty-nine, using only a pencil and graph paper, designed a self-reproducing computer. Von Neumann’s rigorous mathematical analysis of the structure of self-replication anticipated with uncanny accuracy the structure of DNA; discovered a couple of years later… https://youtu.be/0ogc23DHJWM
In 1950 the Anglo-American empire would inaugurate the next quarter century of its extensive experimentation with gene splicing bacteria on its own citizens, when the United States Navy covertly launched Operation Sea Spray off the coast of San Francisco. Under cloak of National Security the navy deliberately infected not only all of San Francisco but Albany, Berkeley, Daly City, Colma, Oakland, San Leandro, and Sausalito, some eight hundred thousand residents. Many of them were the most important people in the West’s burgeoning defense industry. Each inhaled millions of the insidious endonuclease producing bacteria that had been mutated through neutron radiation during the war by the fanatical Nazi genius Dr. Kurt Blome; by then working with the Anglo-American empire...
In his 1963 book Inventing the Future Gabor listed the three major threats as he saw them to modern society; war, overpopulation and the Age of Leisure.It was from that book that futurists would coin the phrase “the best way to predict the future is to invent it.” In 1972, toward the end of his life, he published The Mature Society: a view of the future and joined the Club of Rome; supervising a working group studying energy sources and technical change. Although in his seventies and spending most of his time in Rome, Gabor became a Staff Scientist at CBS Laboratories, in Stamford, Connecticut where, collaborating with his lifelong friend, CBS Labs' president Dr. Peter C. Goldmark, they put to practical application the German electromagnetic science Karl Ohnesorge had intended to use to propagate National Socialism throughout all the occupied territories. It was in the seventies and television became the tool of choice to build the West’s ever expanding Zombie Empire…
Gabor was three years older than von Neumann and had fought valiantly on the side of the Austro-Hungarian Empire during WW I. After the war he had completed his studies at Charlottenburg Technical University in Berlin, now known as the Technical University of Berlin. He wrote his thesis in 1927 ontheRecording of Transients in Electric Circuits with the Cathode Ray Oscillograph.He had been analyzing the properties of high voltage electric transmission lines where he no doubt would have become intimately acquainted with the work of Schumann. Gabor’s later work in Berlin with electron microscopes, Plasma lampsand TV tubes would have put him in von Ardennes Bat-cave prior to 1933 when he went to England. An at best duped and at worst lying through its teeth academia claims Gabor was “fleeing the Nazis.” Heil’s stay in England two years later till the outbreak of the war, following his invention of thevelocity-modulated tube in thirty-five, cannot be as easily explained. Heil was yet another blue blooded Nordic. Like everything else that’s unexplainable in academia’s Nazi narrative it’s ignored. Von Neumann would have scoffed at any such notion; in fact he delighted in torturing Einstein by blasting Prussian marching music on his gramophone when they had adjoining offices at Yale in the early thirties.
Relying heavily on the math of von Neumann and the great German mathematician David Hilbert; von Neumann’s teacher and the architect of Hilbert’s Space, Gabor began publishing papers on producing images from frequency signals as soon as the war ended. By 1951, he had set forth the math that would move Fourier analysis into Fourier windows and Wavelet transforms using Gabor atom’s and wavelets; a wave-like oscillation with an amplitude that begins at zero, increases, and then decreases back to zero. Wavelets replace the make-believe atoms of institutionalized academia with the very real science necessary to change the channel of reality in Stealth Technology. ..
Dr. Heinz Schlicke
There can be little doubt that Dr. Heinz Schlicke and the Office of Naval Research in Sands Point were working very closely with the Atomic Energy Commission (AEC). The AEC was being covertly run by von Neumann practically since its inception right after the war. In 1955, he became a commissioner and ran it openly till he died prematurely in fifty-seven. In July of forty-five the “captured” Dr. Schlicke would give a lecture to the Navy Department. He was accompanied by a mysterious Mr. Alvarez who acted as his handler, screening the questions. In previously declassified communications Mr. Alvarez had been referred to as Commodore Alvarez. The rank of Commodore only exists in the Coast Guard. Military records indicate there was no such person serving in the armed forces at the time. The man could only have been a young Dr. Luis Alvarez, perhaps America’s most talented homegrown scientist at the time. He was working feverishly on the problems presented by von Neumann’s implosion method of detonating plutonium. Dr. Alvarez would be credited with the last minute invention of the infrared fuses brought over by Dr. Schlicke and go on to a long and illustrious career as one of America’s most lauded scientists.
In 1968, the same year he was awarded the Nobel Prize, Alvarez led a team of fourteen multinational scientists to probe the middle pyramid in Giza using cosmic ray detection devices paid for by the AEC and developed by Lawrence Berkeley National Laboratory. The AEC not only had the devices specially built, but financed most of the expedition. Only one of the scientists was an archeologist. Alvarezalways maintained he took over a million readings and found nothing but in an interview with the London Times Dr. Amr El Goneid of Ain Shams University let out that the pyramid was permeated with a mysterious energy that “defied all known laws of physics.” Alvarez notable for his tampering with the Zapruder Film and his Meteor Killed the Dinosaurs Theory accused the Times of making the whole thing up…
Instead of Ohrdruf, the Alsos released this little picture of the hole at Haigerloch
It was only the AEC that had truly witnessed the hypogeum citadelFranz Xaver Dorsch had built for Hitler beneath Ohrdruf. Dorsch was Todt’s successor afterAlbertSpeer proved unqualified for the job of building DUMB’s. Dorsch, just like Todt and Ohnesorge, had been a party member since the very beginning. In spite of his use of slave labor he would walk away clean when the war ended and found German construction giant Dorsch Gruppe. In the aftermath of the war the AEC had gone down and examined the subterranean city that was later turned into a metaphor in the Chronicles of Akakor. After inspection they removed technical equipment that has remained undisclosed till this day and blew up the entrances, classifying all documents relating to the underground at Ohrdruf for a hundred years. In the spring of forty-seven the war department gave the AEC Camp Upton in Brookhaven Long Island and it was there they would put to use what they learned in Germany. From Sands Point, the Brookhaven Lab is a forty-minute drive east on the Long Island Expressway. It’s centrally located; being about the same drive west on Sunrise Highway from Montauk Point.
1 - Peter Byrne (2010). The Many Worlds of Hugh Everett III: Multiple Universes, Mutual Assured Destruction, and the Meltdown of a Nuclear Family. Oxford University Press. p. 29.
2 - Deutsch, David. “The Beginning of infinity,” page 310.
3 – Ibid.
4 – "Karl Pribram 'Holographic Brain' New Dimensions 1:12:52." Youtube. Insightfreeman, 5 Dec. 2012. Web. 15 Aug. 2016. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=awFleswtH2Y
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Subject: Re: Peter Pan Meets Pyramid Head I & II Thu Apr 06, 2017 7:16 am
Peter Pan meets Pyramid Head II (tease)
Wanderer über den Graten der Welten, neu diesseitsgeboren - wieder jenseitsbestimmt. Götterkinder, doch göttergleich nicht. Noch vielsagend mehr gibt es über die Menschen: alt ist ihr Geschlecht - jung ist ihre Welt.
Wanderer over the ridges of the worlds, new born into this world – but destined for beyond. Children of God, but not godlike. Much more is to say about man. Old is their kind – young is their world
Peter Pan meets Pyramid Head II (Tease)
My life experiences till then had already left what the uninitiated call reality broken and shattered in pieces behind me so the synchronicity of its current events hadn’t escaped me. I was always looking for explanations for what I’d lived through and already had run the gamut from aliens to Magick but had always kept Marty, my mother and Hurtak’s Team Tinkerbelle at arm’s length. I began paying much closer attention to Preston Nichols. When he came out with his second and third books which put Aleister Crowley at the center of it all, I knew I was being set up. Crowley was at the bottom of my rabbit hole too.
Besides when I first met Nichols my ex and I lived in a place called LaBonne Vie in East Patchogue. It was mostly young married people and singles. Some of the wives there had told her that they had a neat way of making fifty dollars cash for an hour’s time spent listening to music in what is now the Hampton Inn in Brookhaven, about five minutes away. All they had to do is sit in the auditorium and listen to different music as it was played over headphones and press a response whether they liked it or not. Since she used to go up there with about a half dozen other woman from around our courtyard I never questioned it. She was always back in an hour with the fifty dollars. One night she was overdue and since I didn’t have the kids I took a ride up there. When I got there the auditorium was just clearing out and she was getting up to leave with her friends. Preston Nichols was sitting at the podium in the front; obviously the man from the Brookhaven Lab giving the tests. I said nothing but when I saw him a few days later he claimed he didn’t remember and that kind of stuff was always happening with him; it was what originally inspired him to write the Montauk Projects. I never trusted him after that. The same thing was always happening to me too…
Würzburg Radar cabin with Freya add-on http://www.cdvandt.org
First American gliding bomb tested on Long Island 1960. Designs derived from Henschel hs 293, guided cruise missile in 1940 radio controlled, operated like a drone by joy stick, later in the forties guided by a TV camera https://youtu.be/2PX2Hsr80ak?t=50
Hs 293D was television-guided, with a large Yagi antenna transmitting back to the launch aircraft. Twenty were built and tested, but it was never used operationally as the television equipment was unreliable.
Subject: Re: Peter Pan Meets Pyramid Head I & II Sun Apr 16, 2017 8:55 am
Sunday, April 16, 2017
Peter Pan Meets Pyramid Head II
Peter Pan Meets Pyramid Head II
By Jack Heart & Orage
It is in these hours the angels have gathered
Anxious to settle their eternal score
When the boundaries of reality have shattered
Mortals shall witness the angels War
Without the benefit of the modern internet, or at least a Wikipedia styled encyclopedia with hyperlinks, Preston Nichols could not have written The Montauk Project: Experiments in Time. It’s doubtful that any of the best science fiction writers today could, let alone a neophyte author in the beginning of the nineties. He made a few unintentional mistakes, insignificant ones like calling wavelets wavicles but any real errors are deliberate. There are rules.
Nichols begins with an old standby of conspiracy hucksters; placing the genesis of Stealth Technology in the so called “Philadelphia experiment” which supposedly took place in 1943. According to lore, promulgated by Hollywood and the rest of the CIA’s disinformation outlets, during an experiment based on the work of Albert Einstein a ship was made to disappear from the Philadelphia Naval yard and appear at the Norfolk Naval base hundreds of miles away, then disappear there and reappear back at the Philadelphia Naval yard. There is not one shred of legitimate evidence for that story, not even the flimsiest of circumstantial evidence…
But from there Nichols suddenly turns real and adroitly adjusts his course right through the heart of the labyrinth. Canceling Einstein’s Philadelphia experiment Nichols puts von Neumann at the helm of Project Rainbow exactly where he would have to have been. In Norse mythology the Bifröst is a Burning Rainbow Bridge that reaches between the realms of the gods called Asgard and earth called Midgard. After suspending Project Rainbow to work on the Manhattan Project, von Neumann resumed the experiments after the war, under direction of the Brookhaven Lab, as the Phoenix Project. The Phoenix is a great raptor that rises from the ashes of its own destruction. It is the coat of arms for the German Empire and seven hundred years before that the Holy Roman Emperor; Frederick II…
Coat of Arms of Frederick II, the feathers equal 777
What von Neumann was working on was nothing less than Godhood itself. The fulfillment of prophecy made by the Goddess to a German order of the Knights Templar at the gates of her most ancient city of Nineveh during the reign of Frederick II, over seven hundred years ago. Later during Frederick’s reign she appeared repeatedly at the foot of the Untersberg Mountain. In the shadow of that mountain the Goddess made her Vow. A mountain many including Hitler, who had his vacation residence the Berghof built overlooking it, believe is the doorway to other worlds. A mountain that during his pilgrimage there in 1992 the exiled Dali Lama called “a sleeping Dragon” and “the heart chakra of the world…”
There at the foot of the sleeping dragon she promised the Lords of the Black Stone or Die Herren vom Schwarzen Stein, or very simply the SS… that the Black Sun would one day rise to pierce the darkness of the Tyrants prison freeing Man to become the immortal “wanderer over the ridges of the worlds”5 that he is “destined to become”6 in the Age of Aquarius…
We can create our own artificial reality. In Nichols own words: “The Rainbow technology turns on and creates what can be called an "alternate" or "artificial reality."”7 The experimental subject is enveloped in an electromagnetic bottle removing it from the space time continuum and rending it invisible. It was this “"electromagnetic bottle" technology which eventually resulted in today's stealth fighter craft.”8
When Gabor’s math is applied to the Schumann resonance, using high frequency technology honed in von Ardennes’s Batcave, not only images can be projected but entire alternate realities. The historical elite of the German, Anglo-American and Russian empires who hide behind pop culture politics, all had this technology by the end of WW II. They were sharing it. That is why von Neumann, the best of the best, came to America first, then Heinz Schlicke after a world war in the forties which Aleister Crowley had planned in 1904. That is why Oskar Heil and Agnesa Arsenjewa were bouncing between England and Russia before the start of that war and that is why Manfred von Ardenne and Gustav Hertz went to Russia after that war.
The problem faced by von Neumann after WW II, which the elite look at as the fulfillment of the Egyptian prophecy of a second battle between Horus and Seth, was people placed within the electromagnetic bottle, or artificial reality if you will, were afflicted with what Nichols calls “transdimensional disorder.”9This state of permanent madness is due to the extreme disorientation of consciousness which results from its inability to anchor to a timeline in an artificial reality that doesn’t have one. According to Nichols because the human “soul” is born with one it must have a “"time reference" point.”10 Referring to the Schumann resonance Nichols tells his readers that this time reference point “actually resides within the electromagnetic background of our planet.”11
After ten years of extensive experimentation and research von Neumann solved the problem by using computers to “generate an electromagnetic background (or phony stage)”12 and “feeding into the "bottle" all the natural backgrounds of the Earth -- at least enough to convince them of a continuous stream time reference.”13 Even according to academia’s incompletely sourced narrative, above all his other super human achievements; John von Neumann was to computers what Jimmy Hendrix was to the electric guitar…
Before Hollywood invented The Matrix, there was the Montauk Projects...
Among Nichols’ circle of friends his story was taken so seriously that John Ford, the president of the Long Island U.F.O. Network and three of his friends were given lengthy prison sentences after being implicated in a 1996 plot to poison then Suffolk County Republican Chairman John Powell, Suffolk Legislator Fred Towle and Brookhaven Conservative Party chief Anthony Gazzola by exposing them to radium.
The Matrix released in 1999 was only just the beginning. A still thriving cottage industry has crawled forth from the Montauk Project’s to flood the alternative media with bad science fiction. “Super soldiers,” apparently genetically engineered to look just like accountants to blend in, are giving interviews to anyone gullible enough to listen. Crackpot purveyors of dangerous disinformation like David Icke, who claims he is the son of god, make millions a year embellishing on what Preston Nichols brought to the table with the Montauk Projects. Oddly enough Nichols never really capitalised himself. He didn’t advertise and he wasn’t looking to sell books. Soon after publishing, he made his way like a guided missile right for his target…
I had been away for a couple of years. When I got back in 1992 I had twin two-year-old girls and a trophy wife who was a part-time mother and a full-time gangster. Money, which had always come in piles I didn’t bother counting before I spent, was now hard to come by. I found myself working two jobs just to make ends meet. One of them was at a car wash by the intersection of Hempstead Turnpike and Route 109, probably the most heavily trafficked intersection on Long Island. The car wash was part of a parcel of buildings that included Total Health; a one stop nutrition and occult store that was the hub of Long Islands thriving New Age movement. From there the most avant-garde Aquarian lectures were coordinated all over the island and New York City. Marty Myers, my mothers on again off again boyfriend till he died a few years ago, owned the whole block. He was the Jewish brains behind the “mafia” gas tax scam Michael Franzese is always on TV bragging about.
Marty and my mother were very close friends with Dr. J J Hurtak the man who was covertly calling the shots, in behalf of NASA and the NSA, on the Giza plateau for the last twenty-five years of the twentieth century. I think it was through him I met Richard Hoagland; NASA’s pyramids on Mars guy. When I wasn’t wrestling dirt bags for a full share of the tips in the car wash I was in the store rubbing elbows with just about everybody who was anybody in the New Age movement. I think it was Deepak Chopra that I once told he reminded me of the swami from a Frank Zappa song…
With what I’d seen and done I was hardly impressed, especially with Hurtak, his pigeon Hebrew and “coming beings of pure light.” Which he assured them all would be arriving momentarily to take over the planet and guide the human race to a new and greater destiny. They were all attending study classes on his book; The Keys of Enoch. I remember when my mother gave me a copy. I smiled and thanked her; feigned fascination, took it home and threw it in the garbage. It was a very expensive book but it reminded me to much of my copy of Aleister Crowley’s Holy Books which had nearly killed me a few years back. The covers were almost identical. Besides it was payback for an English translation of the Gospel of Aradia that I had managed to obtain while I was away and sent home. Somehow my mother had got her hands on the extremely rare at the time Witches bible while it was at my house and thrown it away; claiming it was evil.
Into this circus of the strange, seemingly… bumbled Preston Nichols. When I saw him in the store I immediately recognised him, having seen him once a few years ago in the strip clubs where I had run security. He was morbidly obese and dressed like he was trying to define the word nerd. Yet the night he walked into Bogart’s bar is etched in my brain. He was arguing with a skinny guy about the same age as himself over rock bands. He stopped in front of me and pronounced U2 to the skinny guy like something had been decided. He was like that, what he said in spite of a comical almost disgusting appearance and an unassuming voice, stuck in people’s heads like a traumatic life-defining event. He had them snake charmed in Total Health before he walked out the door on the first day. A week later I was given his book by my mother or Marty and told I just had to read it.
First thing I noticed was Nichols story revolved around Camp Hero where my father had been stationed during the Korean War. My father was 101est Airborne; Screaming Eagles, a golden gloves semi-finalist, captain of crazy Joe Gallo’s Brooklyn kiddy gang the Gremlins and about as gung ho as John Wayne. All his friends from boot camp and he had a lot of them, had seen active combat. I had always wondered why if the army wouldn’t parachute him in he hadn’t swum to Korea on his own. When I asked him he was always a little vague but it turned out he was one of the best shots in the army, even then if he couldn’t center a bullseye at 300 yards “the scope needed adjusting.” He would adjust all his friends’ scopes for them when he was a hunting guide. So what he told me, that he had been kept in Montauk to shoot for the 101est in military competitions seemed plausible.
Fleeing the Brooklyn heroin epidemic during the Vietnam War he had moved out to Long Island when I was eleven years old. I didn’t like killing animals much but fish didn’t bother me in the least so he quickly acquired a captain’s license to run up to ninety ton charter boats. I spent a lot of time as a teenager out in Montauk working on those boats. The sound of the wind whistling through outriggers and water lapping boats at dockside late at night is even now vivid in my mind. There had been a very strange incident involving the abandoned base on the fourth of July when I was turning eighteen but other than that I had never noticed anything unusual about Montauk except its physical beauty. Life itself gets no better than trolling for stripers at night in the Tournament of the Full Moon, the inky darkness pierced by the lighthouse above and water roiling with phosphorescence below.
The giant radar dish was to the west of the lighthouse and my father had always been adamant that there could be no such things as flying saucers because they never picked a single UFO up on it during all the flying saucer hullabaloo of the early fifties. But my father had also always insisted that people made stuff up about dreams. He said he had never had a dream in his life…
In one of those funny little coincidences that aren’t coincidences I had met my wife’s grandfather about the same time I met Preston Nichols. Her father, his son, had never been right in the head and was practically a ward of the VA. He had seen something that had to do with UFO’s when he was stationed in the Aleutian Islands in the early sixties. By the time he blew his brains out in the late nineties, he swore he could see the mothership waiting for him in the night sky over Patchogue. Her whole family on her father’s side was military.
Her grandfather was the patriarch and specialized in setting up radio towers, had one in his back yard for his ham radio. I had only gotten to meet him because stomach cancer had gotten the better of him in Southeast Asia. He thought his son was a blithering idiot but he couldn’t wait to see his great granddaughters so when he got stateside he immediately commissioned me to relandscape his North Babylon home while he and his wife watched the kids for me. I winced watching three year olds frolic on his stomach and moved to restrain the girls but he just wouldn’t have it. The man never even showed signs of pain as he sat there dying yet grinning approval at his fourth-generation progeny using his disease-racked body for a trampoline.
Nichols had been talking a lot about microwaves and oscillating frequency’s and my wife had let slip that her grandfather did a lot of top secret work with radio signals for the military but he didn’t talk to anyone about it. At the time I knew nothing about quantum physics and even less about radio waves and frequencies so the only part of Nichols story that made any sense to me was the part about Einstein and the Philadelphia experiment...
We were spending a lot of time over there so I brought Nichols book over his house and asked him naively whether any of the stuff in it was possible. He told me to leave the book with him so he could read it. When I saw him a day or two later the book was by his side and I asked him could any of it be true. He said nothing, he didn’t have too the way he looked at me and handed me the book back like he had just touched something that he shouldn’t of…
He never said another word about that book. When he finally died his funeral procession closed 231, the main road east and west on Long Island for about half a million people, and jammed it with hundreds of fire trucks and police cars. I have never seen anything like it; it was as if the president had died...
My life experiences till then had already left what the uninitiated call reality broken and shattered in pieces behind me, so the synchronicity of its current events hadn’t escaped me. I was always looking for explanations for what I’d lived through and already had run the gamut from aliens to Magick but had always kept Marty, my mother and Hurtak’s Team Tinkerbelle at arm’s length. I began paying much closer attention to Preston Nichols. When he came out with his second and third books which put Aleister Crowley at the centre of it all, I knew I was being set up. Crowley was at the bottom of my rabbit hole too.
Besides when I first met Nichols my ex and I lived in a place called LaBonne Vie in East Patchogue. It was an upscale apartment complex filled with mostly young married people and singles. Some of the wives there had told her they had a neat way of making fifty dollars cash for an hour’s time spent listening to music in what is now the Hampton Inn in Brookhaven, about five minutes away. All they had to do is sit in the auditorium and listen to different music as it was played over headphones and press a response button whether they liked it or not. Since she used to go up there with about a half dozen other woman from around our courtyard I never questioned it. She was always back in an hour with the fifty dollars. One night she was overdue and since I didn’t have the kids I took a ride up there. When I got there the auditorium was just clearing out and she was getting up to leave with her friends. Preston Nichols was sitting at the podium in the front; obviously the man from the Brookhaven Lab giving the tests. I said nothing but when I saw him a few days later he claimed he didn’t remember and that kind of stuff was always happening with him; it was what originally inspired him to write the Montauk Projects. I never trusted him after that. The same thing was always happening to me too…
As far as I knew I had been in prison for two years, but there was something about my memories of it that just weren’t right. When I got home the first thing I did was have sex with my trophy wife. When we finally got done we were both lying in the bed naked and drenched in sweat. She suddenly got up and started rummaging through the closet for something. She came back to the bed holding a lightweight camouflage jacket and threw it at me. I asked her “what’s this?” She told me a customer, she was a barmaid, who had been in the gulf war had given it to her because he had been so disgusted with the army. Curious, I examined it and could see it was full of discoloured spots on the fabric where the patches and insignias had all been carefully removed as if by razor so as not to rip the jacket. I thought that was a lot of trouble to go through for a guy who was disgusted with something. So I asked her about it. She just shrugged and said “I don’t know, maybe he didn’t want anybody to know who he was, I haven’t seen him in a while and I never got his name.” She could do that, tell you the most outlandish lie imaginable and then never budge from that lie despite all evidence to the contrary. I didn’t bother asking her anything else, I knew that would be futile but I did keep the jacket, mostly because she hated it and hated it even more when I wore it…
Around the beginning of 1995 we moved into a condo in West Patchogue. If things had been a little strange at LaBonne Vie and they were, this place made it look like Mayberry. Unmarked black helicopters periodically hovered at no more than a couple of hundred feet over the buildings, sometimes for fifteen minutes at a time. The noise was deafening but nobody ever seemed to notice or care. Guys from the Long Island Lighting Company or LILCO; Long Islands notoriously shady power suppliers, prowled the grounds non-stop with hand held devices that looked to be detection meters for underground power leaks. A feeling of general uneasiness permeated the place like something wasn’t right in the atmosphere; a feeling in the air itself that usually occurs as the aftermath of a very powerful electric storm.
The courtyard was dominated by five couples, my wife and I being one of them, all in their early thirties and late twenties and an attractive woman, the same age that lived alone. Her I never talked too even though my kids ran in and out of her condo at will, which was encouraged by her. I was told she had a very important job with the government involving security by the other couples but with me she always kept her distance. We were the only ones with kids and everybody partied very hard. Nobody even bothered locking their doors and we all walked in and out of each other’s condos, most of the time without even knocking. It was like a commune only everybody had money and nobody ever seemed to work much for it, if at all, including me. Of course, my wife was making a lot of money selling big eights (eighth of a pound) of cocaine right over the bar in the strip clubs where she was the most highly sought barmaid on the circuit. So even though I never approved or participated, outside of testing the product for quality, I didn’t really have to work anymore, let alone two jobs. The sad part was she had been dealing all along, she just didn’t tell me when I first got out because she “thought I would get mad…”
There were all night keg parties in the courtyard and on sultry summer day’s family outings to Cory beach. Preston once told me how he liked to go to Cory beach at night and test out his homemade electromagnetic pulse weapons by shooting down UFO’s…. He told me they were commonly seen at night over it but I never saw one in the daytime, the only time I ever went down there. There is a scorching summer day we spent there that is still vivid in my mind, one of those days where the heat actually turned the air hazy and the beach, even though it’s only on the bay, was packed with young married couples accompanied by their rug rats and dragging along anything that would float. As we passed by the concession there was a very strange looking older man by the tables who was talking real loud to no one in particular. You could hear him all the way d own by the beach as he gave an historical recount of all Americas presidential administrations since Kennedy, finally concluding that HW Bush was the only one that was any good and how HW was the greatest American who ever lived. At the time I agreed with him. I think everybody on that beach did. Couples were making love right in the water with their kids building sand castles on the beach. It was like something right out of Woodstock. M. and I waded out to chest deep water and went at it next to a very attractive blond and her husband doing the same thing a few feet away. I think we all climaxed at the same time but nobody ever spoke a word to anybody but their own spouse. The act itself was almost mechanical but intensely pleasurable...
We had two neighbors named Joe. One was married to a girl who was partially paralyzed from cerebral palsy. He was a military man who had been shot in the head during a training exercise, leaving him with a golf ball sized crater in his skull and a full disability pension. One night we were all sitting around drinking beer, neither military Joe or his wife did cocaine. We were watching TV as the biggest forest fire Long Island had ever seen engulfed the Pine Barrens around the Brookhaven Lab, threatening to take out the lab itself. Miles upon miles of scrub pine were burning out of control and every fireman available on Long Island & in New York City was already there. The local news stations were asking for volunteers among able-bodied men and we guessed we were their guys since neither one of us had to work. Daybreak we headed east on Sunrise highway both wearing our camouflage jackets. On the 20 mile drive there I saw sections of pine bordering the highway suddenly just burst into flames a hundred feet high. The radio was explaining that this was because the pines were so dry and when an ember hit them they were like kindling but I have never seen anything like it before or since.
Somehow and I really don’t remember, we ended up in the middle of a very large open field with the woods burning around it. Smoke made it impossible to see much further than a hundred feet. Above us was a blue and white helicopter which I at first took to be a police helicopter but it was too big. It looked to be one of those luxury models. It wasn’t moving and just hovered about five hundred feet above us, the backwash from its propeller clearing my field of vision to it. A white Bronco driven by a very hard looking man about the same age as us pulls up from out of the haze and the guy, with an exasperated look on his face, starts talking to me like he knows me. He gestures with his chin up at the helicopter and says “that’s Pataki up there in the helicopter” then he drove off looking disgusted. George Pataki was the governor of New York at the time. A figure emerged from out of the swirling smoke wearing what looked to be a long flowing kimono like they wore in ancient China. He was oriental and looked to be a hundred years old. He got to about forty or fifty feet away and our eyes met briefly. I could see in his eyes a look of disappointment like I had betrayed him. Then he looked down again. The helicopter was still overhead and the smoke abruptly lifted so I could see for a couple of hundred yards. At the outer perimeter of my field of vision about half a dozen more figures, also wearing flowing gowns were slowly making their way toward the oriental Methuselah in front of me. The helicopter took off and so did Joe and I making are way back to the car which must have been a mile away. I don’t recall us ever having done any work or even how we knew where the car was but it all seemed normal to us. On the drive back we never even discussed the oriental people dressed up like they were from the eighteenth century. When I did finally think about it when I got home I told myself a Chinese restaurant must have been caught in the fire. Even though I knew there were no Chinese restaurants in the middle of the Pine Barrens…
I was still troubled a day later when I attended a lecture above Total Health. I didn’t even know who was giving it I just needed to get away from Patchogue and those people. The look the Asian Methuselah gave me still haunts me till this very day. It was a small crowd, maybe two or three dozen people. The classrooms above Total Health didn’t fit much more. Preston Nichols just strolling in was pretty much the equivalent of Paul McCartney popping into the local pub. People like Nichols, Hurtak and Hoagland were booked in the lecture hall around the corner. I wouldn’t know if they charged. But nobody had seen him in a while and everybody wanted to know what he’d been up too so the podium was immediately yielded to him. He was wearing a cast on his arm and began with a yarn about how they had tried to assassinate him with a pulse beam weapon causing him to crash his car. He seamlessly shifted to the fire, all the while looking at me while he was talking about it; saying much of the underground beneath the Brookhaven lab had been taken out in a military action by the United States that had declared war on the rest of the world. After the lecture, I pulled him aside and told him what had happened. It was the first time I ever really talked to him in private. He told me that he had always suspected that I was part of the Montauk Projects and that he thought he knew me but it was useless to try to remember what you had done on another timeline because the laws of physics made it impossible. After that, we started to talk in earnest.
He started to come around Total Health far more often after that. Above the classrooms on the third floor were offices that we would hang out in. One night M. was up there with us while he and I discussed what really could only be described as a paranormal storm that settled over Long Island. With Amityville, what I had seen in East Islip twelve years earlier in 1983, what I had taken part in in eighty-nine and now LaBonne Vie and the condos off Waverly in Patchogue I pretty much had figured out by then that I was in the eye of the hurricane. I asked him, the guy who claimed he was shooting down UFO’s off Cory Beach at night, whether he thought there was anything we could do about it. He starts talking about some Orgone machine he had built based on the orgasmic energy concepts of Wilhelm Reich and looking at my wife and I like this is what he had been waiting for. Then he says “you two can close the portals with it but I will have to be in the room to operate it while you have sex.” She suddenly sprang out of her chair at him screaming in his face “you fat fucking pervert!” Then she bolted out the door, down three flights of stairs and out into the middle of traffic where I had to chase her and carry her back to the sidewalk.
Considering whom my wife was, a second generation strip club entrepreneur, her mother had started as a barmaid in a Babylon strip club and ended up owning her own in Miami, I had seen M. manufacture cups of urine in the bathroom and sell them to patrons for a hundred dollars to be greedily consumed at the bar, this was not an appropriate response. Especially since her and I had been practicing sexual Magick since the first time we slept together. M. was also by her own admission, at the very least, a second generation Witch, not a Wiccan either. From what she had said to me in trances, she was a Daughter of the Owl, the spawn of Lilith herself, but according to M. she never remembered what she said or did in trances.
During that year alone in the Condo we had opened up portals repeatedly, paranormal phenomena so real I had ejaculated blood. Another time the condo shook so bad we had to call up my mother to come get the girls out of there. It went on for hours; like a train shakes a subway platform but without the noise except for the rattling of household items. When my mother got there we sat on the couch for a while and watched the cat chase weasel like shadows around the room. My mother who had never seen anything like it before saw that neither M. nor I was alarmed, other than me wanting my daughters out of there. She asked me whether the source of the disturbance was me or the house. I couldn’t answer her, but I knew it was a little of both.
M. and I had opened a portal one night which illuminated the far side of the darkened room in a deep purple hue. We were both overcome with ecstasy in its presence and I wanted to go into it and see what was on the other side. But M. ran in the bathroom, turned on the light and started gauging her arms with a nail file and sneering at me “it’s too late; you’re not coming through. It’s closed.” It was too; it was gone by the time I disarmed her. Afterward she claimed to remember only the part about opening the purple portal and the intense euphoria emanating from it. But her arms were scarred for weeks.
Besides I can’t even count how many times I had stopped M. from dragging various characters into our bedroom, not always successfully either. The fact that Preston Nichols had even brought something like that up to us, of all people, was enough to sell me on the idea of trying it. I have never mentioned anything like the account just given, to Nichols or anyone else. Nobody knew what we did, let alone my mother and her friends.
When I had met M. back in eighty-nine her hair sprawled below her ass and had the disconcerting habit of slowly rising straight up when she channeled an entity purporting to be Lilith. In the darkness you could see tiny blue sparks dancing from static electricity as her hair rose into a halo over her head. Mirrors were used to communicate with praetor human intelligences in alternate dimensions. I had watched M. argue into those mirrors most unflatteringly about me like she was with me because she had to be and she didn’t like it.
One afternoon the sun was shining through the windows on a brilliant summer day the room abruptly appeared to grow ten times brighter than it already was. M. scrambled over me and jumped out of bed. She had a panicked look in her face. With her palms upturned and her arms slightly extended in front of her toward the mirror on the floor, she said "But I didn’t tell him anything!" The light in the room grew even brighter and she fell to the floor. Her eyes rolled back showing only the white. She began to froth at the mouth. I jumped out of the bed to help her. All the while the light grew blindingly bright. I was suddenly seized by overwhelming fear. I ran out of the apartment and down a flight of stairs to the door of another apartment. I banged on it and a woman about my own age answered. I was naked which did not at all seem to surprise her.
She ushered me inside, opened the door to her bedroom and went in shutting the door behind her. She came out repeating the procedure of closing the door behind her and gave me a pair of sweat pants. She asked me what had happened. I told her my girlfriend was having a seizure. She went in her bedroom and closed the door. She came out a couple of minutes later, closing the door behind her again and told me she had called the police and they were coming. She told me to just wait there. She then went back in her bedroom and shut the door again leaving me in the living room by myself. The whole situation unnerved me all over again and I bolted from her apartment. I ran down three flights of stairs and into the street and began running north on Peninsula Boulevard. I jumped on the roof of a car that was passing me and held on. The car accelerated up the road till it came to a light where it had to stop. I jumped off and kept running north. I repeated the procedure a few more times till I passed Southern State Parkway, about four miles north of where I started. Finally, a van-style ambulance pulled up with a six-man emergency crew.
The guys convinced me to let them take me to Mercy Hospital right down Peninsula Boulevard. On the way there they complained of being interrupted from their weekend barbeques. They told me my condition was the same as they had seen in some Vietnam Vets. I said "I’m too young to have ever been in Vietnam." One of the personnel said "let us just put this wet wash cloth over your eyes. We have found that light exposure will trigger the panic. It will relax you." They put a warm wet wash cloth over my eyes. Having the light shut down from my perception relaxed me a great deal. They took me from the ambulance by gurney into Mercy Hospital to a small emergency room where I was the only patient. They repeated the same procedure with the wet wash cloth. I heard a voice saying "does anyone know who was with him when this happened."
A frantic effort ensued in the seemingly makeshift emergency room to locate my point of origin. In about a half hour M. arrived. She was dressed very sharp. She walked in like she owned the place, calling me by pet names she had for me as if nothing unusual had happened. She told she had been looking all over for me then she turned to the two doctors that were there and said "is he alright to go?" They answered in the affirmative and we just left. I never saw a cop. The same thing would happen a few weeks later at Sayonara Hotel on route 110 in Amityville, again there would be no cops and just an ambulance ride to a half hour stay in Brunswick Hospital.
Even with M. hurling herself into traffic and carving herself up in the bathroom I still didn’t get it. I did not know about the supernatural woman called liliyyothin theGreat Isaiah Scroll. I only knew of Lilith who ruled over Arabia as the Queen of the Night. But I have learned all about them in last four years.
The Norse knew them well and knew they were part of the wave function. They knew “wave-maidens are desirable but Dangerous” 14 The Norse knew that among them “Woman begets with woman”15and “Girl with girl begets a son.”16 They knew “those women do not have husbands”17 because they prefer their men dead.
A Valkyrie, there are seldom second dates
The Valkyries only come for warriors slain in battle and a Norn attaches herself to a man in his cradle and cast her spells on him till his grave. I have known their Queen since I met her in East Islip in 1983 when Project Phoenix culminated with a hole being ripped through the space-time continuum.18The National Socialists knew her as Maria Orsic and her entourage as the Vril Girls; they are shape shifters. The Lords of the Black Stone or the SS knew her as Ishtar and it was as Ishtar she was known in Babylon. She has had many names. Long before she introduced herself to the SS, the Norse called her Freyja. She is different from the other Norse gods. She is a Vanir, a sorceress and the spirit of nature...
5 - Circle of friends Causa Nostra: Arcanorum. Causum Nostrum - the living order book , verse 5. 2005http://thuletempel.org/wb/index.php?title=Isais-Offenbarung
6 – Ibid.
7 - Nichols, Preston , and Peter Moon. "The Montauk Project / Experiments In Time." I - the Philadelphia Experiment. Sky Books, 1992. Web. 14 Mar. 2017. .
8 –VIII - The "Phoenix Project" absorbs "Project Rainbow." Ibid.
9 – Ibid.
10 – Ibid.
11 – Ibid.
12 – Ibid.
13 – Ibid.
14 - Burrows, Hannah . "Enigma Variations: Hervarar saga's wave-riddles and supernatural women in Old Norse poetic tradition ." www.academia.edu. University of Sydney, n.d. Web. 14 Apr. 2017. . 15 – Ibid. Hervarar saga, st. 65
16 – Ibid.
17 – Ibid.
18 – Jack Heart: הוד / Majesty, Part 4, Chapter 16: Excerpts: http://jackheart2014.blogspot.com/2016/10/majesty-those-that-would-arouse.html
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