That stained glass curtain that you’re hiding behind never let’s in the Sun.
This book is about a very, very strange life. I have no idea how unique it is. I suspect not as unique as one might think reading it.
What is perhaps unusual is for someone who has lived such a life to realize the truth after so many years of being deceived. That, and somehow living to tell the tale.
This is also a book about mass deception, about how powerful parties unknown affect current affairs and do so largely undetected. This topic alone covers many subtopics. It’s big.
Take the following examples: control of Hollywood and mainstream (and to a large extent not-so-mainstream) media; harassment technology and methods used on reporters, politicians, celebrities and regular folks; domestic assassinations that appear as suicides, accidents, non-political murders, mystery illnesses, or natural causes; the propagation of lies and creation of phony “truths” that erode not only the civil liberties of all citizens but also are destroying the foundation of society; false-flag terrorism; and more.
What you are going to read also details how a person can be an asset of an intelligence apparatus and not know it. I am a whistleblower, but unlike other whistleblowers I was never actually “inside.” This point becomes tragicomically convoluted as those who once used me appear to take the legal stance that I am a former spy on “burn notice.”
By the same token, we can all be the puppets of a political machine that now only cares about the machine. The machine has chosen what are really arbitrary issues designed to better motivate us to feed that machine, so that the people who run it can make money, build prestige, gain power in the process. This process more resembles professional wrestling than serious political discourse, but you’ve likely already noticed that, even when you’ve been drawn into it yourself. That’s okay, so have I. Our two major parties have a stranglehold on the political process and they are strangling it to death.
Though I am, or was, left of center politically, I urge conservative readers to give this story a chance. I might surprise you.
The main topic, call it what you will–behavioral modification, behavioral structuring, mind control, remote hypnosis, subliminal suggestions–is the very heart of the beast. It is the cornerstone of evil power, the impediment to freedom, free will (such as it is). It is the core of a heart made of stone.
Without this tool in the hand of the unscrupulous, we would find an easier time of things. We’d find that the “will of the people” could decide where, when and with whom wars can be conducted in our name, on our dime. We’d find a lot less corruption because those who engage in corruption would not be getting away with it so often. We’d find that we like each other a lot more, have more in common, less to dislike each other over. The main goal is to pit neighbor against neighbor and the true culprits sit back and laugh at the rest of us as we (they hope) tear each other apart and they prosper from it.
Conversely, if these technologies are allowed to continue to be used as they currently are, allowed to be improved in secret, we will never again see the likes of a democratic republic. We’ll all be doing only what someone else wants and little or nothing else. The words of Auldous Huxley:
There will be, in the next generation or so, a pharmacological method of making people love their servitude, and producing dictatorship without tears, so to speak, producing a kind of painless concentration camp for entire societies, so that people will in fact have their liberties taken away from them, but will rather enjoy it, because they will be distracted by propaganda or brainwashing, or brainwashing enhanced by pharmacological methods. And this seems to be the final revolution.
While there is something to that and I had one such an experience, what perhaps Huxley did not anticipate is the dispensing of pain at a distance and anonymously or that pharmacological effects might one day be produced electronically, at a distance and without the need for implants.
That’s slavery. And it needs to end.
Port Huron, Michigan, USA