Space Colonies And Other Minutae

Dr. Joseph P. Farrell has speculated for some time that the Snakes (formerly known as the PTB) have been eyeing space as the final frontier into which they can escape, and from which they can rule the Earth.

From the swamps of Venice to den Haag, to London, and on to New York, the Snakes have spent centuries outrunning major social upheavals against their looting and plundering.

Farrell's recent blog talking about Luxembourg's new law granting rights of ownership over space resources points out that this is yet another leap for the Snakes to avoid being lynched in the latest wave of indignation, as well as possibly one of the greatest scams of all time.  After all, he notes, who is going to run out and check the veracity of claims?

Recent articles don't offer much in the way of peace of mind.  Companies like SpaceX, SLA and Blue Origin are more or less public-private entities, given that they survive and grow off government launch contracts and subsidies.  It cannot be said that these are truly independent companies, since not only are their biggest customers governments, but they rely on government licenses and facilities to get clearance to operate and access to orbit.  In other words, they are little more than fronts for "sovereign" entities.

Historically, as Farrell points out, semi-sovereign multi-national corporations were fronts for colonizing and plundering the Earth.  Notably, the British and Dutch East India Companies sought out resources and commodities in foreign lands and staked claims on them, in effect extending British and Dutch sovereignty to remote areas of the world.

To see this in effect even today, take a look at the British East India Company's flag, and then scan the flags of the world for the red/white stripe motif.  It should provide an interesting revelation to those unaware of such things.

Even more apropos, Farrell points out the grand opportunity to launder money in outer space.  After all, it was somewhat exaggerated claims of gold and silver wealth that led to the European conquest of the Americas, with Britain, France and the Netherlands taking North America, while Spain and Portugal took South and Central America.

Since there were no accounting houses in the Americas for centuries during the conquests, the various crowns of Europe could claim any amount of wealth, and even extend credit and trade on it, with no one to say otherwise - and in fact they did.

The name Argentina literally means "land of silver," and people are still hunting the city of El Dorado, which I daresay is a myth at best, and a grand deception at worst.

Semi-sovereign multi-national corporations are little more than colonial fronts for their home countries.  In recent times, these corporations have been integral parts of American imperialism, spreading "culture" in exchange for harvesting profits through companies like Disney, McDonald's and Microsoft, among many others.

These corporations offer a means of colonizing without being seen to colonize, yet they "mine" profits and data from nearly every nation on Earth, and funnel them - not into tax revenues for the home country - into off-shore slush funds for political bribery and favors, and other nefarious activities.

The complex web of shell corporations and off-shore accounts makes money trails nearly impossible to follow.  Yet, the ability to trace those funds also functions as a threat to keep the corporate boards in line with the Big Picture.  Just as humans worship gods as the Creators, corporations worship government for allowing them to live.

Now imagine if those money trails led out into the solar system.  With the incredibly narrow opportunity window to get into space, it would be amazingly difficult to send a team of accountants and tax specialists to the asteroid belt to check the veracity and quantify the holdings of any particular claim.  Imagine being Lloyd's of London in the 1600s, when only the hardiest and bravest of souls could/would book passage to North or South America to check the claims of vast gold and silver holdings.  Pretty much all you would have is the company's say-so and documentation to go by, and those things are easily fabricated now, much less in deep space.

Furthermore, since nations are banned from staking territorial claims in space, it only makes sense to partner with corporate entities to share the wealth, if there is any to be found, through public-private partnerships (cf Roscosmos/Russia, SpaceX/US, Virgin Galactica/UK, etc.)

By the way, public-private partnerships and Non-Governmental Organizations are the latest buzz terms for Fascism, if you haven't kept up with the world of marketing trends lately.

Space is ripe for the Snakes, who are looking to get off this rock since they have nowhere else to run at this point, and kajillions of dollars to launder, which also happens to be the book price to achieve orbit with Human Cargo (the orbital term for Human Resources).

Since these folks have a very long history of looking for ways to inflate costs and profits without being caught, what could be better than space?  After all, when the rest of the world catches up, you can always move further out.  There's infinite space, as it were, to expand your deception and stay one step ahead of the competition - i.e. Humanity.

Five hundred years seems to be one of the recurring cycles that have fascinated me for decades.  Coincidentally, or not, it has been about 500 years since Columbus publicly announced the New World - I did not use "discovered" advisedly.  It is time for yet another major convulsion in the historic timeline.  If you don't believe me, just look at the century of 1000-1100.

The primary reason I am so fascinated with the current events sweeping the world is that this is the next epoch we are living in.  We are in the birth pangs that will define Humanity for the next 500 years.  Our future is being written as you read this.  It's not about Brexit or Trump or le Pen.  It's not about the EU or BRICSA or AMERO.  It's about defining who we will be as a species for the foreseeable future and beyond.

Our distant progeny will study this era the way we study the Colonial or Enlightenment Periods.  It will be a series of dry and boring names and dates that they will have to regurgitate on tests.  How they interpret this period will depend on who wins.

We literally have the ability right now to change the course of history.  We can determine which of us will go out into the Void.  The New Realm will be known as some variant of the New World.  These steps will define the course of Humanity.  Why do you think the Snakes and the Corporate Media are fighting so hard to control the public narrative?  They know.

They know.

Students of history know.

This is it, folks.  We are writing history in stone right now.  It's not about elections or trends or - gods forbid - hashtags.  It's about the direction and freedom of Humanity from this point forward.

Stop thinking about candidates.  Stop thinking about parties.  Stop thinking about policies and procedures.  This fight is for the dialogue that will define Humanity for as long as any of us cares to ponder.

This is Big Picture kinda shit yo, to put it in the Vulgate.

Start taking things seriously.  Start thinking decades...centuries...nay millennia in advance.

You have that kind of power right now.

Awesome, isn't it?

Dude, Lighten Up

Alright, alright already!  Message received!

Readership took a nose-dive this week as I took a decidedly brooding and intellectual tone.  Sorry guys I just write what I think about, and sometimes my thoughts just aren't funny, or even vaguely humorous, or even darkly ironic.  Just happens, you know.

So on this Friday, as we stare down the end down the end of the ninth month, third fiscal quarter and history as we know it, let's try to lighten up a bit.

Back in the day, when I was a lowly acting student in the clutches of the legendary Cecil Pickett, I was taught that people are more or less a combination of dichotomies.  Some walk on their heels, while others walk on the balls of their feet.  Some are pelvic, while others are chest.  Some are head, others are heart.  And now, to these basic dichotomies, we can add Clintonite and Trumpian.

It seems the entire world has calcified itself into one of these two trenches, and like a WW1 re-enactment, the two sides are determined to take pot-shots at each other for the next six weeks with little forward progress.

The Clintonites believe that no amount of criminality, email scandal or nose-dives should deter the world from pursuing the status quo with complete abandon.  In fact, the globalist status quo has worked so well that the world needs at least three other Clinton look-alikes to ensure the agenda progresses unabated.  This is the "damn the supersonic Russian torpedoes, full speed ahead" school of thought.

The Trumpians, on the other hand, believe that the current course is Ultimate Evil incarnate and we need to do anything else, no matter how screwball, non-sensical or ad hoc it is.  This school of thought has adopted the Crazy Ivan tactic of unpredictable and erratic maneuvers in order to vex the enemy.

Like matter and anti-matter, these two worldviews cannot come in contact for fear the resulting implosion would annihilate Life, the Universe and Everything!

The whole world appears to be holding its collective breath waiting for the outcome of the US election.  Why, even the three other candidates have ordered a pitcher of margaritas and kicked up their heels to watch the show.

The world has decided there's no point in trying to get anything done right now, since a Clintonite win would almost assure WW3, pitting East versus West, while a Trumpian win would unleash a global chorus of economic Kumbaya.  Talk about your proverbial forks in the road, that's a lot of pressure to put on a geriatric basket case and whirling Dervish.

For those of us trying to make meaningful progress with our lives, this election season couldn't end fast enough, one way or the other.  If the Clintonites win, we need to quickly finish out the bomb shelter and get the quadraphonic shound system installed.  If the Trumpians win, we need to position ourselves to cash in on the entrepreneurial boom-bust certain to follow.  Either way, there's still a lot of work to do, and this constant rise and fall of a clear leader is wearing us out.  It's got us running back and forth between feverish digging and polishing up the five-year projections on investments.

In this global year of course-setting, the Brits decided they wanted to reverse course, the Germans decided Merkel wasn't doing it for them, and the Russians rather firmly decided they liked what Putin is doing.  One thing is rather glaringly clear: the world has decided globalism ain't giving the common man any warm, fuzzy feelings about the future.

Among the major global powers, the US is the last wild card still remaining, and the American people aren't making it easy on those trying to read the goat entrails.  In fact, the folks using "Islamic terror" to try and sway the public discourse are increasinly finding the tide turning the wrong direction.  Folks just aren't buying the official narrative, no matter who spins the tale.

If I had to call the US election and short-term aftermath, I would have to say the Trumpians by a landslide, followed immediately by a revenge market crash orchestrated by the Soros/Bankster/Military/Industrial/Religion/Freemason complex who, like spoiled children that don't get their way at Toys 'R' Us, hold their breath, throw a tantrum and stamp their feet in protest.

There are only two things wrong with this scenario: 1) Americans are the most controlled people on Earth, and 2) the Trumpster could open his mouth at any moment and completely ruin the festivities.

No matter what the outcome, can we just put this mess behind us and get on with the End of the World as We Know It?  I'm worried my bomb shelter will cave in while I'm seeing to my investments in the future.

An Huxwellian Distopia

O wonder!
How many goodly creatures are there here!
How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world,
That has such people in't.

—William Shakespeare, The Tempest, Act V, Scene I, ll. 203–206

I am hereby and forthwith declaring a new English adjective: Huxwellian©.  The current global distopia has exceeded the bounds of either Huxley's or Orwell's most shocking nightmares with elements of both in evidence, and so one must combine the two into something of a superlative to either alone.

Yes, the world has become an Huxwellian phantasm.  A la Huxley, we have populations unable to deal with daily life without the aid of pharmaceuticals.  In addition, we are on the verge (publicly at any rate) of being able to dispense human beings from bottles made to order.  It is not long before we will have Alphas and Betas running roughshod over Gammas, Deltas and Epsilons, and the latter enjoying it.  Certainly, the sharp class divisions and strict population controls are on the table for discussion if not already being implemented via GMOs and virus manipulation.

A la Orwell, we have a fascist security state with highly controlled economy, endless wars and Room 101 "rendition" centers.  Rationing is not overt, but rather is achieved by Inner Party Members shifting resources around and creating artificial shortages to control pricing.  And without a doubt, the MiniTruth is in full force changing history before our very eyes.  Witness nothing else beside the Boston Marathon bombings.

I believe that Huxley's world is probably the ultimate goal, with Orwell's vision the intermediate step to achieving it.  With 'unnecessary' history erased and culture severed from any connection with the past, the World State would be free to manipulate society in its own image, ultimately achieving the tranquil slavery and ultimate control of the brave new world.

Both writers envisioned a class of 'natural' people who exist outside the bounds of the State apparatus.  Orwell's proles and Huxley's savages are dying breeds of humans who neither fit into the Grand Vision, nor present much of a threat, as they consume their time with basic survival.

Both writers envision people incapable of thinking, much less expressing, ideas beyond the scope of their societal function.  Huxley's world has chemically modified worker classes that are dumbed down both in vitro and educationally.  They are unable to formulate ideas or desires that exceed their status in society.  In Orwell's world, the ever-shrinking vocabulary and constant manipulation of information prevents anyone outside the Inner Party from thinking outside the box.  Without words, there can be no thoughts.

In so many overt and covert ways, both visions of the future are in the process of being realized.

Entire populations are addicted to pharmaceutical euphoria - Huxley's soma.  These people are unable and/or unwilling to deal with reality and must chemically subdue their natural abhorrence to the world we are creating.  Millions if not billions of people are accepting GMO foods with nary a whimper of protest.  Our educational systems have already bifurcated into those dispensing the knowledge to run the world, and those offering just enough to push buttons and pull levers on command.

On the Orwellian side, the State has become all pervasive.  It invades our most private places and watches our every move with computerized precision.  Peace has become war and truth has become a lie.  Justice serves only the State and those found lacking are duly rendered into subservient drones.  Permanent war is the ends which justify the means.

Without a doubt, we live in an Huxwellian world.  Take your double-plus good soma and go back to sleep.

Is it too late to change our course?

The answer begins with the realization of what course we are on.  I therefore present my new adjective to the world in order to define the problem - a necessary step before we can remedy it.  Without proper diagnosis there can be no cure.

At this moment, the only reason we proles and savages are protected is because there is a war at the top for ultimate control.  The Inner Party members - alphas and betas - are fighting among themselves to be King of the Hill.  This buys us a bit of time, but it is a situation that can not last forever.  The key to victory is education, not by buying it from the hypnopaedic centers, but by greedily reading the wealth of information in the cultural classics of civilization that have been carefully marginalized by so-called 'education'.

My choice of Huxwellian as a new adjective serves a double purpose.  It highlights two of the most influential novels/writers of the 20th century, as well as points out the fact that real knowledge does not come from single sources, but rather is a connecting of dots across multiple sources.  The single greatest failure of our educational systems today is the lack of true liberal arts curricula.  We must read theology, science, philosophy, economics, and especially history.  We must study music and art and absorb literature before we can not only make sense of where we are, but alter the course we are on.

Furthermore, we must decide whether we hold an Aristotelian or Platonic weltanschauung.  If none of this means something to you, then you have a lot of work ahead of you.  Are you a materialist or metaphysicist?  Even deeper than that, we must formulate a new weltanschauung, one that encompasses a whole new way to describe the Universe we experience.  The materialists are hopelessly inadequate to the task, but by the same token, the metaphysicists are unable to cope with the true scope of reality.  However, the only way we can create new fertile ground for thought and growth is to thoroughly understand where we stand at this moment.

We can not do that without standing on the shoulders of giants, and those shoulders are in books, in reasoning and in focused effort.  Without these things, then the new weltanschauung may indeed be Huxwellian.  We may come to accept a materialist world of chemical processes, controlled information and deprivation as normal and be unable to formulate any other view.  We may forget the spiritual and metaphysical, and doom ourselves to servitude without even being aware of it.

We have a bit of breathing space right now while the Inner Party member/Alphas and Betas duel it out for dominance, but our opportunity is limited and slipping away.  With resources such as gutenberg.org and others literally at our fingertips, there is no excuse for us to avoid educating ourselves.  In a way never before available to nearly every human being on Earth, we have a tool called the internet which has the potential to profoundly change our world and our selves.  But, we must seize the chance, because it will not last forever without our direct action.

You, dear reader, have the ability where you sit right now to receive as good an education as any Oxford or Cambridge graduate.  All they do is read and discuss, and the keyboard and screen in front of you is every bit as effective.  All you have to do is start using it.

How much time do you throw away wandering aimlessly through the mall or vegetating in front of the TeeVee?  How much of your life do you piss away watching YouTube lip-synchs and stupid people tricks?  How much richer would your life be if you spent that time standing on the shoulders of giants?  How much less susceptible to fraud and control would you be with a solid background in history and philosophy?

The revolution is literally at hand.  It is all those buttons your fingers are resting on this minute.

Steer them.

The only reason we need an adjective like Huxwellian is because we have done nothing to stop those worlds from manifesting.  You might begin by reading two books: Brave New World and Nineteen Eight-Four.  Be prepared, though:

The future is here.

Da Fat Lady Done Croaked

The porcine opera diva is warbling the final Brynhildr aria.  Do you hear it?  Something has changed.  It's another one of those gut tickles that I've come to trust over time.

Cue Richard Wagner's Ride of the Valkyrie!

I think it was about lunch time when I got this sudden, overwhelming feeling that it's all over but the sweeping up.  The Fates have chiseled the upcoming events in stone and our chance to rewrite then has closed.

I'm not sure if it's the recent mind-boggling round of earthquakes roughly splitting the Earth in half, or the Trayvon fiasco, or the St. Vitus' Dance in Europe, or the Ionesco-like events in North Korea, but something triggered this strange feeling in my gut.

Maybe it's the overwhelming pall of gloom and doom in the headlines.  Maybe it's the resurgence of Petrus Romanus speculation, or the closing of the Norway seed vault (overseen by the UN), or the absolute abandon with which governments are behaving these days.

Perhaps it's the overwhelming sense of resignation one gets from the global population.  It's as if all the fight has gone out of folks all at the same time.  I'm not sure whether to be amazed or depressed.

Really, I've been sensing this for a while.  It's part of the reason I took a little hiatus here on the Far Side.  I was metaphically holding my breath to see which way the wind started blowing.  Unfortunately, it seems to be coming from the general direction of the local garbage dump.

It's like a balloon.  You blow it up to the bustering point, then pinch the neck so that it makes a high-pitched screech as the air slowly seeps out.  At some point, you get bored with that and let go.  The balloon launches into whirley-gig mode while making flatulent noises.  That's the point we're at now.  The balloon has sailed up to the crest of it's parabolic arc, and will soon fall limp and lifeless to the ground, though it hangs there for a moment, motionless against the azure sky as if trying to defy gravity with one last gasp.

The absolute absurdity of it all.  People take this stuff entirely too seriously.  I mean, just look at the Trayvon thing.  A Jewish Hispanic shoots a black guy and white folks are to blame with an African sitting in the Oval Office.  Excuse me?  When did we take a turn into the Twilit Zone?

Or how about North Korea, where Precious Leader hails the country's great triumph as their phallic symbol goes flaccid and falls into the sea?

Or take the EU, a grand plan hatched in the Third Reich in the waning days of WWII.  Now the PIIGS are wallowing in the mud and slopping at the trough with abandon.

Something is going on that has been carefull hidden for a long time.  Someone is desperately looking for an answer in ancient texts.  The evidence for this is the insane manner with which certain countries have been laying waste to the Babylonian and Egyptian antiquities in Iraq, Afghanistan, Syria, Libya, Greece, and of course Egypt.  It shows in the mad scramble to the Moon in the 60s that was basically abandoned after They found whatever it was They were looking for.

It shows in the incredible race to investigate Mars, but only certain groups are allowed to go.  The Russians, for instance, are not allowed.

Somewhere in all this, there is an answer to a question us little folks aren't allowed to ask.  Someone knows something, and knows where to look for the answers, but it appears there's still something missing.  Some key piece has not been found to do whatever it is They need to do.

Obviously, this information is explosive, because not only is it key to some future mystery, but it is also a powerful technology and only certain Upper-Party members are privy to its inner workings.

There's a much deeper story going on here.  If there isn't, and all this is just Resource Wars, then I completely give up on Humanity.  This depth and breadth of the insanity going on around us means that either our species deserves to go the way of the do-do, or we all deserve to know what the real story is before whatever it is happens.

All of it, though, is overshadowed by this new feeling of fait accompli.  Whatever it is, it is done.  It could be the February 2013 meteor or pole shift or the arrival of a supernova shock wave that is entering our Solar System now.  It could be any number of things that have been swimming around the edges of consciousness, waiting for an oppotune moment to strike.

No matter.  It's done.  Time has run out, for better or worse.  I suspect that whatever IT is, is probably good for Humanity, but bad for the vested interests, which is why They've been laying waste to the Earth in the Their quest to stop IT.

In a way, the EU and the NK rocket are archetype metaphors for current events.  The old way of thinking is crashing and burning before the global stage.  The ones who will survive IT are those who eschew the narrow-minded scramble for wealth in favor of a more harmonic and enlightened Way.  The trick is to think so far out of the box that you forget there ever was a box to begin with.

Yes, there's a hidden agenda, but the time for worrying about that is over.  The time has come to focus on who we want to become, as individuals and as a species.  Those who can't get past the gee-gaws and material wealth will find that they offer no solace or hope when things radically change direction.

On the other hand, there are those of us who know that the meaning of 'apocalypse' is to reveal or enlighten, and we see it not as something to fear, but as something to anticipate with great hope.  The apocalypse is not the end, but the beginning of something completely different.  Those who embrace this event will flourish, and those who look for death and destruction will find it, in spades.

At any rate, the time has come.  The cell is dividing and the nucleus has completely split.  All is as it should be.  Time now to watch the unfolding...the revelation...the apokalypsos.

I've learned to trust my gut, and the larger it gets, the more I trust it.

The Truth Will Out-Some Banky Panky

You've been had by a banking cabal

The above linked article is from the Bloomberg News Service. It is not some wild-eyed, lone blogger in the wilderness. It is not some Mel Gibson-esque Conspiracy Theory. It is, in fact, Congressional testimony. Not that coming from Congress makes it any more true, God forbid, but it does give it an air of seriousness.

What we are told in the article is that AIG (American International Group, Inc), whose imminent failure over credit default swaps, was the impetus for the multi-trillion dollar bailout of the banking system. It is revealed that AIG was in no way in danger of failing, but the collapse of the swaps would have given the Federal Reserve a black eye in the credibility department.

So, to clarify, a private corporation (The Fed), which owns our money (The Dollar) was about to have a serious crisis of CONfidence because of the imminent failure of another private corporation (AIG) to back its BullSh*t. They then engineered a tax-payer-funded bailout where the Fed bought up the swaps using our taxes to ensure that the truth would not come out, to whit: it's all a huge scam.

And people wonder why I left that God-forsaken country.

Cut to the audience (the American People) sitting hypnotized in front of their God Boxes (TVs) having intellectual pablum shoved into their fluoride-addled brains while gobbling McPlastic food. For some reason, they aren't lamp-posting the whole lot. Can't imagine why. They have been mass-media-ed into a devolutionary stupor, unable to provoke, much less feel a strong emotion, such as outrage. In fact, the image is not unlike those characters we make fun of who sit transfixed by the Benny Hinns of the mediasphere and blankly hand over money whenever it's requested.

"In God We Trust," and by the way Brother, could you bail out AIG while you're praying to the plasma-screen god so your humble masters...I mean servants bravely battle the forces of darkness who want to lower your standard of living.

Oops, that ol' standard of living just got shot in the back and the last man standing works for the Fed.

Yes, Brothers and Sisters, you have been horn-swaggled by a bunch of crooks who looked you square in the eyes and told you the "End Is Nigh," while taking every last penny from you and your progeny.

But, don't be upset. It's for your own good. Here, we'll give you free health care and a life-time supply of anti-psychotic drugs to make you feel better. Where have I read this before? Oh yeah, Aldus Huxley's Brave New World.

If you screw your eyes and furrow your brow just right, and stand over here on The Far Side, you can almost see the humor in it. From the Founding Fathers to George Orwell, from the Elders of Zion to conspiracy nuts, the whole danged thing has been telegraphed for at least two centuries. We have been so bamboozled that we are incapable of, 1) recognizing the situation, and 2) doing something about it. Granted, without training, you always experience a certain amount of shock when you come upon a traffic accident with mangled bodies, but it's time to snap out of it.

Is it too late? Well, do the math, shall we. Cabal=couple hundred thousand, people=7 billion. Nope, looks like a slam dunk to me. Just have to wake up long enough to get mad about something.

The information in the above Bloomberg article is Lassie, and we are Timmy. We are unconscious and Lassie is barking her fool head off to wake us up before the train squishes us like a bug. She pulling and tugging at our limp body, licking our face, doing anything to get us off the tracks. Good ol' Lassie. Wish she had someone to run to, to get help, but there are seven billion Timmys out here and not many Lassies around.

So, just to review, the Federal Reserve is a private corporation, and if you pull out your last dollar there and look at the top, it says Federal Reserve Note. That's right, you don't own that dollar. You are a slave to the company store and that company store is foreclosing on your future. Doncha think it's about time to fight back? Doncha think you and me should own our money, like it says in that nasty ol' Constitution?

The Far Side ain't so much a place as it is a state of mind. All it takes is just a cup of cosmic Java and a pastry or two and you can see it too. Like good ol' Rod Serling used to say,

There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man's fears and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination. It is an area which we call the Far Side.

OK, so I changed it a little.

Hope to see you here soon.