Labels, Statistics and Overrated Opinions

I am regularly amazed by how statistics seem to contradict probabilities. And never more so than at Ozzie Thinker’s desk where (last time I checked) backend demographics showed all-time highs. The sudden surge in anonymous interest diametrically contradicts output. Ever since I stopped posting, the figures have shot steadily up. Is prosperity trying to tell me something? Or perhaps there’s a malignant hubris artificially generating results (a grand conspiracy if you will) and figures are destined to plummet at the click of some insane bureaucrat’s fingers. If they (the marketeers behind) Mrs Clinton could generate over a million tweets from outraged pretend supporters, then a mere twenty bozos a day devoted to my cause is child’s play. In case her beloved “supporters” feel I am being harsh, when the next Great White Hope comes into focus, Mrs C will fade into oblivion as fast as the night is extinguished by daylight. On the other hand, perhaps I am magnificently witnessing sea change here; the beginnings of a cultural revolution of the woken.

The reason posting has seen regular monthly articles wane to quarterly bulletins, if you’re lucky, is my time has been devoted to survival. In ancient times men were forced to hunt for a living, or so we are prepared to believe by creators of myths. Today we have predatory salesmen and their organs of support. In fact modern statisticians divide business developers into hunters and farmers, exactly as the bread winners must have been divided in ancient times.  How does the expression go, “when in Rome”, or “if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em”? So, having no intention of being an organ of support (slave), my options have been reduced to sell or perish.

Given the enormous amount of work contributed to this blog and other writing projects, preference beckoned towards a synchronistic alignment with alternative commerce. However, given the army of naysayers and “anti-profit” armchair critics, any alternative commerce venture travels perilous waters. Years ago, if you expected something for nothing, you would be labelled a freeloader. Now misanthropic scourges have stolen the limelight and insist, in their unscrupulous interpretation of sovereignty, everything that isn’t free, all goods and services, isn’t good. Far from being against money, they just about all use whatever they can muster to keep stocked with the latest overpriced corporate branded products. The love of money, hatred of honest profits paradox is further exacerbated by what seems like droves of designer New Age socialites unilaterally imploring no sincere spiritualist would ever dare “charge” for anything. As people, generally speaking, are excessively greedy and narcissistically self-serving, overall the message resonates like one of “God’s” Commandments. So that, in summary, is why my output has been reduced to the sorry trickle of material witnessed presently.

In a sense I have already done justice to the title, “Labels, Statistics and Overrated Opinions” in these opening paragraphs, but I want to focus on more serious matters; matters of the world. Wallowing in self-pity never fixed anything, so I battle on, perennially hopeful of changed mindsets and systemic collapse. In fact, to be honest, hope has already glimmered favourably in my direction. A few years ago I scripted a fairly substantial outline for several weighty volumes generally of a fluffy paranormal quality or, dare I say, real Sci-fi. After eagerly market testing one part (which was envisaged as an introduction), I discovered to my cost book production invariably only rewards printers at the writers’ expense. That said, the offer still stands to any altruistic billionaires with extremely deep pockets willing to fund a guaranteed loss. The learning curve gleaned from the market test dictates that only with sufficient guaranteed funds would anyone of right mind engage in any commercial literary projects. Being of right mind, I will not reignite the book series work without backing. By the way, details on how to purchase (that’s right, “buy”) a copy of “The Beauty of Existence Decoded”, my short “one of a kind” codex, can be found here. On a more positive note, though the book has sold in pitiful numbers, it has opened doors to other things and avenues of hope.

I mentioned the paranormal and I think it would be fair to say, in a sense, I didn’t actually write the book. Some future wizened analyst might validly argue I acted as some sort of divine scribe, but I prefer to be modest as (explained here) “The Beauty of Existence Decoded” contains [numerous] errors (one of the down sides of using a human information portal – we contaminate purity!). Anyway, upon advice I received from someone that read the book, my path took me somewhere else. Though what I now do as a consequence is not overtly commercial, it may grow into the “alternative income source” I had originally sought at some juncture. Tutored by powers not of this Earth, I can reveal I conduct occasional but regular “light DNA” reading consultations via Skype. Prior to undertaking this commitment, instructions from my immaculate backers were contrite and three point. In summary, those with open minds devoid of preconceptions and worthy enough to sacrifice $100 an hour may see value in reading the report of a prior session I have tabled at my Exo-politician website. The circular also provides intimate contact details for anyone inspired suitably to make the monumental choice in reaching out.

A second article presenting follow up information which recounted numbers of select examples taken from different light DNA “readings” had a burning ulterior motive. It was important to once and for all identify the power-brokers fuelling those naïve New Age freeloaders’ ideas transformed into illogical hatred of alternative commerce.  Surely it does not take a big stretch of the imagination to calculate correct management of labels, statistics and opinions could “overrate” or “underrate” anything in zone? Today’s science stakes its reputation on credentialed compelling theories whether they are correctly truthful or otherwise. I made the point before that the Hadron Collider (the great theory generator) had whipped up two hundred (one presumes different) essays justifying the “discovery” of a (so-called) Higgs-bosino within days of the news release. Lack of vision personifies “legitimacy”.

The power of the label has crafted societal insanity. This comes in many shapes and forms, all unrecognisable to those caught up in the intrigue. Suffice to say, divides between adults and children have become so austere that none (other than the occasional free thinker) dare question the authority of beliefs that complement the evolving status quo, but particularly if the oxymoron “paedophilia” (to be on the same wavelength as children) is in frame. Occasional bright sparks see and know it is a big phoney. Growth development stages are strictly personal and not by any means “as outlined” by authorities, but that hasn’t dinted universal tyranny. Past standards (not even vaguely representative of current trending opinions) do not hold any sway today and, in the future, I fear the gap between nature and synthetic accountability (suiting “the powers”) will widen inexorably.

The most vicious corruption of truth is found in routine abuses of the label “abuse”. It seems that it is possible to pull off just about any statistical feat empowering the greater good when it is necessary to conjure “sin”.  Therefore, abuse rates among magic words of the likes of “hocus-pocus”, “abracadabra” and open “sesame”. These release the door to any Aladdin’s cave. Science, of course, is very much an accessory to the fact. Today professional agencies specialise in up-branding old pseudo-sciences (though almost invariably these are the concepts that should have been shamelessly discarded at the graveyard of lessons learned). As the great journalist Jon Rappoport regularly cynically points out, all (and without exception) three hundred or more symptoms of abnormal behaviour scripted by the American Psychiatric Association (a science body) could equally be classed as symptoms of normal behaviour. It should be no wonder that psychiatry’s track record in its inappropriate (bordering on psychopathic) administration of toxins (promoted as) “drug cures” is atrocious.

I could go further and say the whole “medical industry” peddles a litany of poisonous vaccines under the remedial label of good health. Anyone vaguely swayed by arguments against vaccines (which notably began in the 1860’s) that regards the poison address a bit harsh need only inspect the ingredients list of (vaccine) preservative Thimerosal. Eli-Lily’s product (successfully withdrawn from sale under numerous other guises) contains seriously noxious components, including rat poison or formaldehyde (one of a long list of nasty ingredients)This should make the average person’s blood boil, but the power of causal overrated opinion following establishment statisticians’ propaganda is so strong it defies reasoned logic.

Jon Rappoport is no average person and he has tirelessly pursued his mostly one man campaign against bad medicines for decades. In that capacity, he was one of the first to publically identify the AIDS’ scam. We don’t necessarily parry on ultimate conclusions, but few others that have earned my respect of them to his level. In fact our differences of opinion make my support of him all the more valid….in my opinion. For instance, he rather fanatically (considering his enormous human status) backs Trump, the current President of the United States of America. I make no secret of the issue that I dislike President Trump. I disliked him before the presidency and he hasn’t fared any better since taking the top job (although, after Bush Junior, can it still be called the top job?). Trump, I did feel, was an immense improvement on the Hillary Rodham Clinton selection and, in that context; I pronounced he was the “only” choice for America while election battles raged.

Let’s face it, he puts shallow puddles to shame and is a cross between Dean Martin or Frank Sinatra and a holiday camp cheerleader on a good day. His bad days reveal a dull, misogynist, uncouth version of vintage Clinton-esque. Were the Clintons to hire the most universally skilled hacker to fix computer software problems, Trump would employ a lump hammer instead. He is a man renowned for making farcical statements matched only in their banal profoundness by his lack of intellectual finesse. As one commenter exclaimed against a Rappoport Trump promoter (words to the effect), “Civilised [leaders] have totally devolved to ape status; when will they start throwing their own faeces?”

Perhaps the next part of this essay might be better placed on my other blog as it features what, on face value, can only be described as an extra-terrestrial entity. The subject in question, a being of status unknown, appears to satisfy the popular descriptive vagaries of “alien” life form but does speak English (plausibly), so, as this is a non-discriminatory website, my editor has let it pass this time. For all we know the person in question might sadly suffer catastrophic deformities or simply is a very strange looking human.  Humans, we will learn, are between a rock and a hard place, as eloquently explained by this (presumably) captured person/entity/alien (call it what you will). It opens dialogue with its own very relevant but startling origins “confession” that amounts to a past heralding back to a distant future on planet Earth. Though I have not specifically analysed for “splices”, the selected clip consists of a few minutes of “promo” footage taken (carelessly leaked) from roughly nine hours (over several sessions) of recorded interviews. My critique of the movie might appear unfairly negative stacked against the staggeringly important nature of the information presented, which is mostly, I must say, unadulterated bona fide cosmic truth.

As I was collecting my thoughts for the article, I did have the silly idea of attempting to encourage visitor interaction via comments supporting progressive feedback; you know – you, the people speaking. If my role as educator is having any affect at all, people must eventually think for themselves. Given the uniquely cosmic perspective of the present subject matter, many might be entirely susceptible to numerous “slants” in the short presentation. Originally, I had envisaged leaving the detective work to my audience. How did one heckler put it me before? Reporters report. Yet, if I was to simply report what I saw (and you see), I would mislead for the entity lieddeliberately. In addition, given my special light DNA reading ability, I can tell [you all] what it is “made of”. This is important if any calculated reasoning is to be applied to textual analysis in context. For instance we (in truth) don’t know what happens in the future so any future man’s information might be entirely authentic or…..utter bull crap.

In the spirit of labels and statistics, we only need to refer to anthropological work of the Genome Project to learn that over eighty thousand years human being has changed (“evolved”) between zero and two per cent, but there are billions of very similar different types of “us” if we inspect the detail. Based on that criterion, it would be correct to say the videoed entity “as seen” could not hide in a crowd, even if passed off as a deformed man, under normal circumstances. Beyond its humanoid structure and misshapen human apparent head, it is not human. Nevertheless, thankfully there are a number of tell-tale clues aiding apt identification for willing snoops. For instance (ignoring the perplexing question “how the hell did it get here?”) there is some ambiguity as to how far forward in the future the creature (de facto man) returns from. It talks about “nuclear war” next century (i.e. this century, as the interview was filmed last century) “ending humanity”, but it was one of few survivors. That’s the first contradiction. Humanity is wiped out, but the entity (claiming it is human) is one of a small number that survive. Applying blinkered vision to the alleged “scope” of our nuclear technologies as sufficient for engineering a cataclysmic holocaust of Armageddon proportions (now that would be a God Almighty paradox), are we to assume the visitor is radiation deformed or recalibrated “human” of the 2,200AD era?

Stoking the mission of labels, statistics and overrated opinions, there is lots of data we can use to substantiate a formal case as to modern man’s nuclear prowess (or lack of). For instance, the “powers” have learned their vile and reflectively pointless 1945 attack on the Nagasaki Islands prefecture did not make a dent in humanity’s population expansion course. The 4,700KG nuclear bomb only killed thousands and census statistics bounced back within decades in spite of the radioactive fallout. Diphtheria killed millions, so (in absence of suitable industrial viruses) toxic vaccinations are a second best population reduction strategy and proven far more effective than war. Data gathered from the years long, round the clock bombing of Iraq and then from the subsequent 2004 invasion and ongoing war demonstrate that nuclear waste makes an excellent non-discriminatory conductor for corporeal cancers. It also causes horrible birth defects (tragically interfering with the chromosomes) which are polarised against the spread of wider populations. However, as evidenced in Chernobyl (and, even, to some degree Fukushima), “nature” is seen to repair nuclear contamination at light speed. Considering the intolerably high proportion of modern conventional weapons that are “nuclearized”, I find no evidence that “fall out” or violent attack will have any significant lasting effect on global population statistics.

Weighing up doomsday scenarios, the evidence faithfully proffers that man is no threat to the globe nor ever will be, on current course, but the end-of-worlds “scenario” is a good fear mongering device for aggravating conceited, albeit superstitious, opinions. Nature simply fixes the damage too quickly for malignant human enterprises to capitalise. Therefore, if we are wiped out (or close to it), “nuclear” (as is known today) is not the catalyst. The entity could have substituted the word nuclear for something else that is presently “unknown” (perhaps we have no word for what it was describing and that is the closest approximation), but the impartial audience must judge the use of terminology, at best, misleading (certainly weighed against the entity’s claims that it knew what we “don’t know”).

Information tendered by the “future man” is by no means unique. There are other inconspicuous superficial evidences to be found from various “unworldly” sources that either partially or fully deny doomsday scenarios. One such source is hidden in Suzy Hansen’s book, “The Dual Soul Connection”. Her unidentified “Grey Being” abductors do confirm there is some type of future (and not-to-distant) holocaust, or, rather, they have provisioned for one and Suzy (who is easily pushing sixty years old) has been trained as a cosmic nurse when disaster strikes. I cannot fathom how she would be effective in that capacity in her seventies, eighties and beyond. Even so, it must be said the big threat looming to potentially kill off everyone (other than the very strongest genes) is ever increasing (petro) carbon in our atmosphere).

Logically, to me, air supply contamination would be the simplest (with knowhow) and quickest way to eradicate humanity. It is our air supply that generates all cancers; through consequence of infected DNA from fossil fuels pollution (and not the stupid “chemtrails” decoy) collected in the heavens. There are numerous natural methods to alleviate or remove symptoms. These include, naming a few: cannabis oil, graviola (from the Soursop plant), ginger extract and thyme oil. Chemo, unsurprisingly, presents as much data promoting growth of tumours as their reduction. But this should be no great shock as it is the establishment’s “unerring” preferred “solution” (sic). “Coming Clean on Cancer” is a planned future writing project I have part scripted that explores the intricacies.

I find it rather poetic that the greatest threat to humanity is not the “powers” (as is always popularised) but, rather, humanity itself. All we needed to do is become aware and not capitulate with their schemes. Instead we all, to some degree, defiantly travel the path of ignorance. The Cosmic Christ, Immortal Mohammed, Sacred Prophets are each fluid concepts engineered by the same basic pack of scoundrels behind objective global control measures. Consequentially, I really warmed to the entity’s summarisation of the “state” of mankind, duly noting many tinges sarcasm intermingled with hyperbolic distortions of truth. It blamed religion and politics as the root of unavoidable chaos. Unlike the sensationally lacklustre rubber doll interviewed by the “CIA”, at least “future man” was real and gritty. To me, the unanswered query is, “real in what way?” In response, I think I can gauge suggestions as to correct identity, location and even timeline.

The voice was the first effect to analyse. It was deeper than any baritone’s I have heard and, but for the rather “tacky” stage set, logic questions its authenticity. Was it a human voice that had been synthesised? Could the sound track have a different origin to the video? The script does match the intonation very well and, taking into account the very special nature of the information presented, I conclude that the sound track not only belongs to the video, but it has also not been synthesised. We are witnessing the voice of the creature claiming to be “future man”. He (assuming he is a “he”) clearly had a very good knowledge of contemporary idiom as he sounded perfectly in period or, perhaps, by modern standards, a little out-of-touch.  Therefore, I do not place him “from the future”. He is undoubtedly from the time he was interviewed, but had access to esoteric knowledge which spans all things and all time.

By pushing human “communion” (to a fashion), the interview (if considered carefully) should have aggravated the powers to the point of censorship. Some inferences are very agenda obstructive (from the higher perspective), so I determine he is not “their” (our powers) propaganda tool (beyond the way the clip is cut as is shown). So, with that in mind, I shall expand on analysis of the creature’s claim that it is a “future human”. We achieve our humanness from the so-called Sirian component (responsible for our cerebral cortex, for instance) of our DNA. Though I do not believe the Genome Project has come close (nor will it on its current path) to identifying “God’s keys”, inherence does present answers with crystal clarity. The fundamental image of man (the blonde haired, blue eyed boy) has remained a constant for billions of years, so why does a relative monstrosity (our mysterious entity) call itself human?

The answer is this. It does so for three primary reasons. Presuming it was genuinely captured by authorities and, subsequently, interviewed by trained government special agents, it would have (statistically) wanted to “fit in” (to avoid personal harm). Then, it seems, most likely the best way to deflect potential conflict with hostiles would surely be to feign human “brotherhood” (i.e. per its reasoning, humans shouldn’t be able to harm other sincere humans – now that’s warped alien logic for you!)? I have already highlighted its truth deceptions, so the “human” claim was also part of that wider disinformation cover story geared mostly to camouflaging calculated purposes for being where and when it was before it was caught. Finally, and most ironically, it claimed it was human because that is (in my opinion) what it is. It is a human that has taken a significantly different genome path to all of us (tabulated by the Genome Project). Most markedly, it contains no Sirian identity signature. This means the way it processes logic and, more compellingly, its absence of conscience (as we understand it) promotes an instinctive yen towards compassion.

Of course, I have another blog that specialises in the “exo-political” and, there, I have written extensively about human bloodlines highlighting our (the human) path is branched as Pteroid (ape), Sirian and Ciakar (“reptilian”). Ciakars are only reptilian looking. Their physiology is quite different to anything (living) on the surface today. Some rumour they would be better labelled “tetraploid humans” (dual chromosome sets ensuring the parental male/female traits are fully preserved), but I am not sure if this is the consequence of Sephardic (Sephardim are highly evolved Ciakars) channelled wishful thinking. If it is true though, it would establish the fact that their geneticists [must] have a method of identifying, seeing and manipulating quantum DNA in order to project linear heritage (i.e. they can create transcendentally). I find that prospect very exciting.

Ciakar genetics are also three pronged – Pteriod (not ape), Sirian (no cerebral cortex) and Lyran (feline). In the case of “future human”, I note an unmistakable Lyran influence, no [obvious] Sirian and some sort of Pteroid gene variable. Therefore, per the Ciakar hierarchy, it is a version of human. Perhaps it has no stomach or heart. Maybe it has two brains. We would need to witness an autopsy to discern the truth, but what is certain is its belief in its humanness is true. Even so, there are a couple of points in the clip which demonstrate very cat-like mannerisms. Plus it has a very strange, inhuman mouth (when inspected carefully).

We now know it is a genetically different human originating from the contemporary period (or before). The final part of the puzzle yet to be answered is, given its alien appearance, where does it come from? Indeed, the last place one of sound mind would expect to encounter such a creature would be on planet Earth. Yet, I suggest Earth is where it comes from, but not “on” the planet surface. As much as the establishment tries to pour cold water on the idea, other worldly beings regularly come to the surface from their subterranean homes. Consistently, they share one common irregularity (when matched against surface dwelling life forms). That irregularity is seen in the eyes, which are almost invariably black. In some cases eyes take up considerable facial real estate compared to, say, us. The only logical conclusion is, as one must assume there is little to no light in subterranean caverns, these special eyes are an essential requirement for effective local vision. Therefore, I propose our extra-terrestrial, pan-dimensional futuristic visitor was actually a common or garden sub-terrestrial contemporary but decidedly unconventional human. For the naysayers, the reason these creatures only venture to the surface in hours of darkness (and don’t travel far – lest they be caught short) is normal light would permanently blind them (I presume).

Overrated opinions require a muted discovery tour that is only (or primarily) committed to validating existing belief systems. As all belief systems are responses to rooted guidance (whether progressive symptoms of subservience or bloody-mindedness or not), plausible denial of (contradicting) truth is the commonest and easiest way of anchoring beliefs. Those of sweet tooth would find it implausibly possible to reject chocolate given correct educational stigmata or, should I say, stimuli. Anyone refusing to taste chocolate under any circumstances is in no position to make rational product judgement (though, perhaps, better highlighted by underage sex hysteria), so ignorance capitulates a fait accompli. Rhyme champions reason and that’s why proverbs were used to sell morality in ancient times.  Modern day politicians expand erosion of intellect tyranny by their incessant promotion of oversimplifications geared only to skewing truth in favour of commercial objective goals (also usually “verified” by stacked statistics as well). The modern way of labelling or branding is just as effective as proverbs used to be and, perhaps, better.

The net result is people have woken up as slaves, powerless to think outside their masters’ terms of engagement. Annoying rebels regularly identify the flaws, but, because they are trapped in the same conspiracy bubble as the rest, their rhetoric is largely limited to after-thoughts or musings. Let us take money, for instance. The brightest and best recognise it is “worthless”, but I have failed to find anyone that doesn’t use it. In fact, everyone I know of (without exception) clambers after money as though it was their end salvation. Fixing this, fixing all those prior unnoticed problems (the consequence of deliberate ignorance) that are now apparent takes sacrifice. Indeed, it might take the ultimate sacrifice. Therefore most people, even when vaguely aware, chose the path of relative ignorance and ambivalence to remain plausibly safe. “Affairs of state” are the banes of orated opinions for most people, though many would claim otherwise, are devout cowards. Bravery is not going to war. Bravery is peacefully refusing orders facing a loaded gun. You can generate as many labels and statistics as you like, but truth will never succumb to overrated opinions.

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Frustrations of Authorship

frustrated_writer_by_photonerd88-d3gobx6I wrote a book about existence and I thought everyone could empathise with that. Everyone I have met, without exception, has pondered the deepest of all questions, “What is the meaning of life?” I wrote a book on the subject and thought it would be the most popular volume in the universe as it answers the question; the question everyone asks. I know everyone initially pretends that meaning is what you gain from life; the meaning is life itself. At one level this could not be more correct. My book goes into the detail but it probably doesn’t give the answers readers would expect, though why would readers expect anything? Corvus_corax_arizonaIf the book merely satisfied expectation what would be the point in writing it? Perhaps my mistake was my not spearheading a zealous campaign against windmills. I could have attracted a gaggle of likeminded zealots with fragrant positive affirmations. Perhaps I should have listened to those muliebrous ravens. Didn’t they crow? What was their suggestion? One new idea only for each small book and up to four tangents for large volumes, they said. The rest is padding, filler. Anything will do. Add lots of references; the more the better. Authors should conceptualise. People like that, providing it is within reasonable limits and boundaries, of course. No tin foil hat rubbish. That won’t do. It also mustn’t mess with what they know. Everyone knows the Earth is flat, sorry round, the nucleus is the brains of the cell, and gravity affirms Newton-Cartesian philosophy. To even suggest anything different would be crazy.

8820039_origIn order to do this, pull off the impossible, authors must parrot prettier than galahs. New ideas, spontaneous thought, mould breaking concepts are absolute no no’s; well, maybe one new idea per small book, but don’t fret if you can’t think of one. The few that will spot it won’t like it and they will use that to harpoon any chance of your literary success. Better to be a chicken than a turkey?

People are very predictable and very safe. Everyone, without exception, supports the banking system to hilt. Those that prefer cash bless Federal Reserve bankers. There you go. Big business, again pretty much without exception, is the hinge pin of all commerce. I consider my book one of those exceptions, but am I right? Certainly any sales through Book Tango (an offshoot of Penguin Books), Amazon, etc. would not qualify. Although there is a twist (all good plots need twists, I’m told). Purchases via these mediums give me nothing, zero, zip-doodle. Thus, I can honestly say, I personally have extricated myself from the bankers and Federal Reserve pariahs. For the other option, PayPal, it should be stressed, whilst it is not a formal bank, it may as well be one. As a currency transfer management system it upholds all banking principles, including those fine print fees that normal people can’t fathom. The book itself leverages the mega-corporations Adobe and Microsoft products in the soft version. An array of big brand printers might facilitate delivery of hard copy.

rash-s1-facts-rashOf course, there are some that won’t buy e-books. They can visit mine or Jon Rappoport’s websites, for instance, absorb all the free information; each and every article online. They might read some better entries twice, just to make sure the message was understood loud and clear. But those e-books give them each a rash. They are different some way and simply won’t do. I say the only way they are different is they are going to require each and every one of you to fork out money, skinflints. They aren’t free. That is the only difference.

My Facebook network is growing. In fact, just as with some of my more ambitious blog entries, the ruder, more unfairly confronting I am, the greater the interest in me. The phenomenon is akin to school playground fights which attract swarms from nowhere. One of my Facebook friends, I’ll call him Danny, is attempting to establish a truther network (whether he recognises it or not). Most of these guys are retired, semi-retired or on the pension (dole, social security). They are all angry, have lots of time and are mostly clueless. Danny is different. He is, to the larger degree, in tune. He’s got sharp eyes and a good nose, but he’s not infallible; far from it. Well, aren’t we all… infallible? But I didn’t mean it in that way. Jon Rappoport mistakes are very hard to pick and oh so subtle. There’s the difference. Jon is a class act. Danny is not. Pure and simple.

1409022444458Danny doesn’t see it that way. He thinks he is a class act too. But he is not because when the content he promotes is flawed it is very wrong. He doesn’t always learn. Though (to his credit), sometimes he does comprehend, change and adjust past errors. I would categorise him as having potential, but nothing more. Jon Rappoport sees. Danny doesn’t. My book content isn’t beyond him, but it will challenge him. It will be hard going because it will break his world; a world he isn’t sure about, because he doesn’t see. Like everyone else, normal people, he breezes through life, takes things as they come and has a big accumulated chip on his shoulders that started as a pimple in his formative years. Casually, almost in jest, I suggested he seek out “The Beauty of Existence Decoded”. That’s all. No big sales pitch. Did it open a tornado of denial and guilt or what? Danny, over several responses, has presented an essay of reasons why he quite definitely cannot seek out my book. And none of them would stand a chance in any fair court.

Ignoring the excuses, which included “being able to read energy inherence” or “plugging into the anthropomorphic field”, the reasons Danny will never invest money or time in my book are three fold. And this goes for just about every other visitor to my blogs too – my readership.

facebook-the-place-people-post-problems-funny-quotes-sayings-picturesHe doesn’t know what he believes because his belief systems are supported by that big chip on his shoulder that has evolved from the formative years. The only suggestions he can take seriously, as a consequence, are “one liners” that are easy to rationalise. That is why the majority of Facebook posts are sayings or proverbs accentuated by pictures.

He is frightened and greedy. This means he will only spend money on “safe” products/services that are guaranteed by the corporate machine. If it is a book, it must be written by some corporate credentialed author. When push comes to shove, only those endorsed by the system in some way have anything meaningful to say. Of course, the system has cracks and that is why Jon Rappoport managed to slip though. His backers will have rued the day they saw potential in him.

free stuff on the netFinally, and perhaps most importantly, Danny is bombarded with free stuff. There is so much out there he doesn’t know where to turn. He doesn’t have time to actually read the articles he promotes or to check out whether they are credible or not. A truther network is a machine; resilient, never stopping. In fairness, I would need to devote my life to process the front page of every blog that was ever created. It would definitely be a futile exercise, but not necessarily pointless. How do I know what I might or might not uncover? Even though I am connected to everything in its vastness and have the potential to source anything from any when, I am not arrogant. There is so much I don’t know, so much waiting for me to discover. Methods are merely vehicles. If an e-book is the vehicle, then let me at it!

When apathetic people hold a demonstration.

In cyberspace I regularly encounter folks that don’t get that a protest creates the battleground and achieves no more than that. Protests highlight how weak and apathetic human beings have become. Virtuous patriots drone on about their marvellous constitution and the betrayal of the founding fathers’ ideals. Nonsense. The constitution never changed except into what it became. The problem was the founding fathers and the subsequent constitution. Prior, the magnificent Magna Carta validated plunder. Plunder is AOK providing you draw up a treaty, according to that logic. No, not right. What did not belong never belonged and you [that cherish ownership] are all thieves. You certainly have no right to anything without a charter. And even with one, if anyone doesn’t agree with any of its clauses, individually, then tyranny has been executed if the agreement is not deemed null and void.  Ownership is cancelled. Money-is-worthless-unless-we-want-it-poster.001-e1409085262488You own something only because the other agrees. Everything else is nothing more than possession. It’s mine because I found it. I ignore history. Funnily enough, your beloved cash; money is fiction too. If the belief in fiscal systems was fractured, eventually all money would be worthless.

I haven’t said anything to Danny, but if I had the chance, this is what I would say. The reason I provided PayPal as the method for purchasing my book is would be readers can make donations. My advice to Danny would be he should donate as much as will force him to treat the book with absolute respect. If that means it costs $1000 so be it. Imagine that. If you were forced to pay $1000 for my book, you would make sure every word counted. You wouldn’t read it once. You would read it hundreds of times, at each sitting savouring a little more. And that would be no bad thing, because some of you might be required to do that for full, solid comprehension of contents. Remember the advice from the ravens earlier? “The Beauty of Existence Decoded” is a work that goes the other way. It gives only new ideas, some admittedly formed from old, but, ultimately, everything always will be what it was. All those that grudgingly coughed up the bare minimum for the volume hated it. They had no respect for it; it broke their world, so they hated it. One lady paid many multiples of retail price (sic), read it several times and, eventually, loved it because she understood it. She had to understand it because she respected it. Understanding became the mission.

scroogeLet’s say someone did donate $1000. It would only ever be hypothetical because none of you are capable of doing that. Let us say this hypothetical philanthropist (if that’s the right word) read from soft cover to cover numerous times, but still could not overcome the typos, strange non-words, weird writing style and alien phrasing. They put everything into it and still hated it because they didn’t understand it because they were not ready for it. Even then, it would still be value for money. Every inch of real estate was devoured but simply did not compute. Outstanding discipline met with an outstanding result, because from an arena of respect, lack of understanding amplifies the discovery tour. Leave tackling the advanced literature for the time when materials for beginners and intermediates are mastered. The book merely opens a new time doorway, possibly put on one side for graduation day.

Whether I am nasty or nice, I will guarantee not one of you (that hasn’t already done so) will donate for my book for any or all of the reasons above. Those that donate small amounts are always too busy. Please don’t bother.