Baby Sacrifice in Chile, Ayahuasca, and The Black Awakening

Thought I should share this Santiago Times article about a cult who took Ayahuasca, and sacrificed a baby. Strange, I'm seeing more and more crazy things these days...is this the black awakening ? Or is it just that the internet is everywhere these days...

Conspiracy Theories - Ignoramuses vs Weedheads

It’s the Masonic Reptile Jewish Chinese British Royal Family Rothchilds, of course!

The world seems awash with conspiracies these days, some zany, some so blatantly obvious that my great auntie Edna can see them (if I had a great auntie Edna, that is)

But what the weed-smoking Ron Paul quoting paranoid bloggers seem to miss out on is that, this has always been the case. There has always been ‘the man’ to stick it to, who controls it all behind the scenes – the world wouldn't be the world if it didn't. If it wasn’t our dear old Jesus Christ exposing the corruption behind the scenes back in the day, it was Robin Hood, or the East India Company, the Spanish Inquisition, and so on and so on before you can say Rothschild Controlled Central Bank we're right up to Kennedy's death and Boston bombings...

Ok, you say but why?

Lets look at this rationally, and ideally without needing to quote David Ike books  – Firstly what about the various strange things happening this last year in USA - why would we be surprised about false flag attacks?

If I...

1.     Was very powerful.

2.     Was a Sociopath.

3.     Wanted to push public opinion in one way or another…i.e. I wanted to attack a vulnerable muslim country that, although no Americans knew where it was, had a lot of oil which I could benefit from greatly by getting it out the ground.

4.     Didn’t really have a moral reason to do this, i.e. it wasn’t a very nice thing to do but it would make me and my pals a lot of money.

Well, what would I do?

1.     On the longer term, I’d corral extremists into groups that my friends had controlled and infiltrated, and call them names that seemed very Jihadist, like Al Qeda or We Hate Whitey or something like that (yes I just made that one up)

2.     I’d have an ex CIA operative lead them, and covertly help spread the message, so that the whole movement ‘against’ my gang/country, would be covertly controlled, so that no really important targets were ever hit.

3.     I’d let them get the odd ‘success’ so there would be no suspicion about the fact that I control them. Since we can control these groups, we can also encourage them to do things that are not exactly in their interest. Most members of these groups are not geniuses, which helps a lot. For example, there could be an event that would give them lots of publicity, and would make them happy – maybe bombing a big building or something like that. While they generally love this attention, actually this would very much work against them from a PR perspective.

4.     These events would push the (disappointingly ignorant) public into thinking that a. these brown/right wing/muslim/gun owning/(whoever I have a reason to take something from) people are ‘evil’ (doh!) and b. It’s ok to occupy and destabilize their countries/regions and take their oil/guns/whatever to protect ourselves from any other ‘terrorist threats’.

Voila! So basically I’ve

a. Got my 'evil' enemies to become enemies of the people, therefor I have the moral higher ground.

b. Got a carte blanche to take what I want from this 'axis of evil' (hehe i always laugh at this phrase)

c. Am able to use taxpayers money to make my military spending off the scale in order to make a private security force for my cronies, and/or scare the public senseless with Hollywood style OTT SWAT team lockdowns of whole neighbourhoods looking for people who are, in theory innocent until proven guilty (or just killed so no questions can be asked)

d. Completely isolated and destroyed these poor brown peoples hopes and dreams, turning them into embittered husks who spend their whole lives hating USA, but they are too miserable/poor to do anything about it. Ever.

e. So basically I win. And my croneys win. We make lots of money. Ok the taxpayer loses out since he/she pays for the wars, sure. And of course we get to control those taxpayers a lot more because of our 'war on terror' just in case they get wise to it, sure. No bad things huh? And a few thousand soldiers get killed defending our oil. And a lot of innocent people get killed - mostly brown and poor in countries Americans don't know nor care about and so who don't count in their eyes, but sometimes whiteys too. But its fine, all for the greater cause.

I mean this isn’t rocket science surely? I don’t have any particular opinion pro or against this action, I’m just pointing out the obvious…but believe you me (and I don't think most WSCT (weed smoking conspiracy theorists) think much about the fact that US isn't the only country doing this - thankfully its a worldwide phenomenon, and always has been, and always will be with us. So stop wasting your time trolling everyone with conspiracy theories, you can't do anything about them, I'm afraid. 

The Age of Aquarius - Characters

Introducing the main characters of the story  - take a bow please....


Billy Stark - The main protaganist enters our world on a bad note. An opportunistic gun for hire, he collects debts on quiet days, and has been hired to infiltrate the 'Freelanders' with the aim of destroying the group. The story is his story.

Lily 'Lilith' Merideth' - Billy Starks first contact with the ruling cabal which gives him all his work. She runs the media businesses owned by Lord Michael Morgan and has high aspirations for herself.

Dick Goldstein - The spin doctor and right hand man of the Maitreya. An unrepentant sociopath.

Lord Michael Morgan - The charming urbane old fox in control of the world of international media and business.

Seth Morgan - His irresponsible whisky drinking son.

The Maitreya (World Teacher) - The 'antichrist'. The messiah of the New World Church, which is a manufactured religion run by the world government, in order to control the population. His teachings sound superficially attractive but ultimately enslave humanity.

Ahh...'so many bad guys!' I hear you say...but don't worry, they are not alone....

David French - The British leader of the 'Freelanders' - the tiny group who stands against the oppression.

Markus Thorsten - A german slaver and businessman, based in Iquitos, who's interests are aligned with the Freelanders.

Enoch Petersen - The 'Freelanders' leader and prophet, based in a remote location, who Stark must find at the start of the story. A truly enlightened human being.

Yuki Fukoka - A clean cut 'freelander' member who befriends Stark.

Ok, now you have an idea of who's who, and perhaps even picked out a favourite (lets hope he/she won't suffer a gruesome death someway through!) 

Next i'll go through a few of the themes in the story, including Cannibalism, Conspiracy Theories, media Control and Post future dystopias, Ayahausca and its use, Religion and the Antichrist in modern times, Slavery and Voluntary Indenture....wow a lot of fun to cover...

Introduction to 'The Age of Aquarius'

Hello all – since I’m about to unleash a world of fetus crunching cannibal slaves to an unsuspecting public (I’ll up the link up here soon!), I thought I’d tell you a bit about my forthcoming novel, and the main themes in there…

First of all let me tell you a little bit about the general background setting of the novel...

  

The some other time, some other place world where we find ourselves at the beginning of the book, from where our protagonist Billy Stark emerges, is a world full of contradictions. The populace is increasingly ‘chipped’ for ‘security purposes’, ostensibly for ease of living, and voluntary indenture is becoming a popular solution for debt repayment. The world economy is tightly controlled by a small number of people and, although widespread debauchery is encouraged, real freedom is an illusion. 

Rather like the world of today, if you think hard enough about it.  

The spiritual vacuum left by the declining monolithic religions has been replaced by one ‘mega-religion’, which has many attractions for the put-upon populace. It encourages ‘living in the moment’ and escaping responsibility for one’s actions, in order to help the ruling cartel fully control the people. The implicit aim, unbeknown to the ignorant masses is to crush the spirit, not nurture it.

The last thorn in the side of the tiny international cabal who controls the system, are the ‘Freelanders’ who are a remnant of the old ways, believing in integrity, personal morality, and who actively fight against the enslavement of the human race. The media ridicules them as eccentric losers and outsiders and the group becomes increasingly marginalized as existence out in the open becomes impossible.

Ok, some more on this later… now perhaps lets explore the main characters…

Ayahuasca Revisited

 So here I am on the overnight flight from Chicago to London, with a free upgrade to first class, and my own bed, pyjamas, and facecream. I’m finally watching a movie called ‘Silver Linings Playbook’ recommended to me by a knowing friend, which is about an eccentric bi-polar writer about my age, who likes to run, lives and home with his parents, can’t have a normal relationship and  ‘says more inappropriate things than appropriate things.’ Hoho, dear shallow ex girlfriends, ring a bell? As I land at my mum and dads tomorrow afternoon the irony is not lost…(although the hot girl from the hunger games is in it as the love interest, so things don’t look so bad)

 One thing about movies though that is annoying though, is that the weird guy ends up getting the beautiful crazy but really deeply sensitive and shy lonely girl, but In real life, when I hang outside their house for nights on end and write them poetry every day, they usually stop taking my calls, block me on facebook and they end up moving in with bald used car salesmen with shit for brains. Ho-hum who said the movies were true eh, a man can only dream…

Anyway, I did say I’d write about taking Ayahuasca again, and the aftermath of going straight to Las Vegas from there, so I’ll tell you about it now…

The Ayahuasca…

This time was a very different experience from the first week, 2 or 3 years ago.  The first night was great. A whole bunch of ugly bad negative spirits who had been hanging around inside of me, waddled off to the exit. Big ugly monsters who I wouldn’t miss.

And I took up smoking. 

And I’m pretty sure I met God.

 Well, how do you explain to someone about that exactly? Well, you don’t. Just take Ayahuasca and you will meet him/her too. I suppose it’s nice to know that 

a. he exists (although this is obvious to anyone but the most wooden shallow person, feel free to take me up on this issue, as I would love to hear a credible argument for atheism) 

b. He’s omnipotent, if you let him be, and is a lot like you.

A hairy little old man drawing out a demon, and two monkeys, yesterday...

 The second night I had a relaxed night of consolidation. Then a guy, strangely the only guy in the group who I hadn’t spoken to before, decided to hang himself in his room. People were distraught, especially the organisers. Having someone die in the middle of a week of Ayahausca had quite an effect on the ‘juju’ in the camp. But we soldiered on.

 The strange thing is, after that, for me at least, nothing much happened.  One night a weird little being came to me. I was sitting there minding my own business, and I looked down, and standing there, a brown misshapen dwarf with a pot-belly stood there and asked me if he could help. I have absolutely no idea who this was, to this day.

 A whole bunch of bad spirits would float about, giant crustacean insects with long floating tendrils, quivering in the ether, checking me out.  A giant mosquito hovered over me, telling me he’d given me malaria, and I could feel the virus inside me, multiplying…uuh, but of course then I realized he was lying, so I managed to get rid of him and…voila, a relatively pain free Ayahuasca week-  a week in heaven if you will, and…straight to Sin City, Las Vegas, for ten days of ‘hell’…

The Buffet, Wynn Las Vegas...

The charcoal market, down at the port, erm Las Vegas. Or was that Iquitos.

…But actually I really enjoyed it. A couple of strange things happened. A guy’s card came near me and I told him it was the 3 of diamonds, and he looked at it and it was the 3 of diamonds. Which was strange since I didn’t see the card, but it did disrupt the game since he obviously thought I was cheating.  Feeling peoples auras? Yes, that is true, although not to the extent that I could ‘break’ Poker. I did however become a much better and more disciplined poker player, I kept my money, I cashed in 3 tournaments, I went running, emailed my family, bought some presents for nieces and nephews, and all was well with the world. And poker, you dear old devil of statistic risk analysis, bluffing, blustering bullshitting, and pushing all-in at completely inappropriate moments, I’m glad to stay I still love you…

Damn that hunger games girl is hot. I definitely recommend the film…

Vision Airlines