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Dov Zakheim and the
9/11 Conspiracy
by 'Shadow' and 'Pax'
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In a document called "Rebuilding America's Defenses: Strategy,
Forces and Resources for a New Century"
published by The American Enterprise's "Project for a New American
Century"(1), System Planning Corporation (SPC) International executive,
Dov Zakheim, called for "some catastrophic and catalyzing event - like
a new Pearl Harbor" being necessary to foster the frame of mind needed
for the American public to support a war in the Middle East that would
politically and culturally reshape the region. A respected and
established voice in the intelligence community, his views were eagerly
accepted, and Dov went from his position at Systems Planning
Corporation to become the Comptroller of the Pentagon in May 2001.
(2) Perhaps not so coincidentally, it was an SPC subsidiary, TRIDATA
CORPORATION, that oversaw the investigation after the terrorist attack on the World Trade Center in 1993.
SPC, according to their official website, specializes in many areas of
defense technology production and manufacture, including a system
developed by their Radar Physics Group called the Flight Termination
System, or FTS.(3) This is a system used to destroy target drones
(craft that would be fired on by test aircraft or weaponry) in the
event of malfunction or "misses". This highly sophisticated war-game
technology allows the control of several 'drones' from a remote
location, on varying frequencies, and has a range of several hundred
miles. This technology can be used on many different types
of aircraft, including large passenger jets.
According to the SPC website (4), a recent customer
at that time was Eglin AFB, located in Florida. Eglin is very near another Air
Force base in Florida-MacDill AFB, where
Dov Zakheim contracted to send at least 32 Boeing 767 aircraft, as part
of the Boeing /Pentagon tanker lease agreement.(5)
As
the events of September 11, 2001 occurred, little was mentioned about
these strange connections, and the possible motives and proximity of
Dov Zakheim and his group. Since there was little physical evidence
remaining after the events, investigators were left only with
photographic and anecdotal evidence.
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This
is a photograph of the Flight Termination System module, from their
site.(5). Note it has a cylindrical shape, and is consistent with
the size and shape of the object observed under the fuselage of flight
175.
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The
Boeing lease deal involved the replacement of the aging KC-135 tanker
fleet with these smaller, more efficient Boeing 767s that were to be
leased by Dov Zakheim's group. The planes were to be refitted with
refueling equipment, including lines and nozzle assemblies.
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In
this enlargement of flight 175, we can clearly see a cylindrical object
under the fuselage, and a structure that appears to be attached to the
right underside of the rear fuselage section.
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When seen in comparison, it is obvious that the plane approaching
the Trade Center
has both of these structures-the FTS module and the midair refueling
equipment, as configured on the modified Boeing 767 tankers. Of
particular interest is the long tube-like anomalous structure under the
rear fuselage area of flight 175-this structure runs along the right
rear bottom of the plane, as it also does on the Boeing 767 refueling
tanker pictured.
After considering this information, I am convinced that flight 175,
as pictured on the news media and official reports, was in fact a
refitted Boeing 767 tanker, with a Flight Termination System attached. Use of this system would also explain the expert handling of
aircraft observed in both New York and Washington investigations, which has been officially credited to inexperienced flight
school students.
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Since
the refitted 767s were able to carry both passengers and a fuel load, as shown in this photo, it is likely
that the plane designated Flight 175 was in fact a refitted 767 tanker, disguised as a conventional civilian passenger
plane.
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As shown in this photo of a 767 being serviced,
the FTS unit, when in position, would be small and unobtrusive enough to be fairly innocuous (at least to casual observers,
such as passengers). The smallest circle indicates the size and position
of the anomaly depicted in the photos of Flight 175. The larger circle,
which is the size of the engine housing, shows the size of the anomaly
in relation to the engine. Note the size and position of the open
hatches on the engine housing, which would tend to discredit the widely
held theory that the anomaly is an open hatch or cargo door.
As
the above diagram shows, all flights involved in the events traveled
very near many military installations, and appear to have traveled in a
manner suggesting guidance and possible transfer of the control of the
planes among the bases.
Since
the evidence from the World Trade Center site
was quickly removed, there is little concrete evidence of the
involvement of Dov Zakheim, who has since left his position at the
Pentagon. However, the proximity of Eglin AFB to MacDill AFB in Florida
and Dov Zakheim's work via SPC contracts and the Pentagon leasing
agreement on both of these installations, combined with SPC's access to
World Trade Center structural and security information from their
Tridata investigation in 1993, is highly suspicious. Considering
his access to Boeing 767 tankers, remote control flight systems, and
his published views in the PNAC document, it seems very likely he is in
fact a key figure in the alleged terrorist attacks in New York City on September 11, 2001.
Send comments to: Shadow@conspiracynewsnet.com
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EDITORIAL RESPONSE TO READERS' COMMENTS:
In
response to some of our readers who have questioned our premise that it
was Rabbi Dov Zakheim who 'called for' the Pearl Harbor type of
incident, we here at Conspiracy News Net acknowledge that the PNAC
document was written by the likes of William Kristol and Donald Kagan,
and therefore as the real brains behind the agenda they are the ones
calling for it in a literal sense. However, we do stand by our
assertion that the Rabbi called for it as well, insofar that he signed
his name onto this document. If he signed it he agrees with it and
therefore he is calling for it.
Some
of you have argued that we are singling out Rabbi Zakheim because he is
Jewish, implying that we are pushing some sort of twisted anti-semetic
agenda while noting that he is not the only one who signed the PNAC
document and therefore wondering why our article is about him and not
the others. We do not mean to imply that the Rabbi acted alone, our
article simply points out that Rabbi Zakheim had access to things like
structural integrity, blueprints and any number of important facets of
information about the WTC through his work with TRIDATA CORPORATION in
the investgation of the bombing of the WTC in 1993. That he had access
to REMOTE CONTROL Technology through his work at System Planning
Corporation (SPC). That he had access to BOEING AIRCRAFT through a
lease deal HE BROKERED while working at the Pentagon. And finally that
he was part of a group of politically radical Straussian
Neo-Conservatives, who, through their association with PNAC, called for
restructuring of the Middle East, noting that a Pearl Harbor type of
event MAY BE NEEDED to foster the frame of mind required for the
American public to accept such a radical foreign policy agenda. In
light of all this information we here at Conspiracy News Net stand by
our statement that Mr. Zakheim not only called for the slamming of the
WTC Towers on 9-11, but he activily took part in their demolition by
providing the logistics necessary for such an attack to occur.
Editor, ConspiracyNewsNet.com
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Images of Ronnie
6-11-04
As I have watched the state funeral of Ronald Reagan, I was moved by
several images but none more than a frail 81 year old Nancy (whose thin
legs had reached their limit) carried as if a doll between her escorts,
her legs pumping as if she were still walking, but ever so slightly out
of step-- just enough to reveal how carefully staged and somber this
whole thing really was supposed to appear. Perhaps America needed this,
to restore her dignity and resolution, but a disoriented Nancy was just
one of the props-- one of the many props that those 'powers that be'
seem to be able to conjure these days.
What I remember about Ronnie was how he made America feel proud again.
This was no milquetoast leader, and HE would never have tolerated the
embarrassment of a failed hostage rescue mission in the Middle East--He
was a brash and tall rancher who ate steaks and chopped firewood on his
ranch. America under Reagan was covered in flags, and apple pie rode
millions of windowsills, and America's pride and self esteem soared.
Reagan's
presidency is one of images, and he was proof of a picture being worth
a thousand words-- whether a smiling thumbs-up from a hospital window
after taking a bullet to the chest, or an unconcerned nap on the white
house couch while the Russians were gnashing their teeth futilely at
the enormous production of weaponry his bizarre fiscal and political
manipulations had created-- it always seemed to boil down to a single
defining image. And at the end, as Alzheimer's slowly took him into the
'twilight' of his life, and sadly kept him from the view of a nation he
transformed, it is a bittersweet legacy he leaves us.
America is now a strong proud warrior nation that walks the face of the
earth with impunity, and would do well to listen to Ronnie's defiant
plea in Berlin.'"Tear down this wall!" --the ever dramatic actor rising
to the surface as it always did, as delightful and fresh as ever, made
the political boundaries and limits of the world pale next to his
famous flair for the dramatic.
Perhaps Ronnie's legacy will only focus on his remarkable achievements,
and history will surely record him as a great leader, of the caliber
and consummate keenness of the Theodore Roosevelt ilk; but America
became a little belligerent on the world stage during his watch, and we
are now living with his revolutionary ideology that embraced the belief
that anything that America has or needs-- even the resources of another
country, or the security of government records or an economy-- are an
issue of national security. Preemptive strikes and star wars weapons
for future 'alien invaders' were necessities in the mind of Ronnie, and
his blatant candor was quietly accepted by a defense industry and a
military eager for funds, and everyone thought, "at least there's
something in it for me..." His greatness as a leader enthralled us
even more because he was so quirky and genuine, sometimes silly or
strange, but the epitome of that strange, flashy ever interesting being
called an American.
I will miss Ronnie, and I think America will miss him. I hope his
family finds peace in the fact that he was truly unique, and that he
left a deep impression on the heart of us when we needed it most.
I believe it is time for us to tear down the walls of secrecy and
hostility our leaders have created for us. Republican or Democrat,
independent or dissenter, America is a soup of exquisite flavor, and
every ingredient counts. We must resist our compulsive and unfair
belief that the world is ours for the taking. We must all learn to
share and tolerate other cultures and nations, and rethink our policy
of 'anything goes' if a mantra of 'national security' is waved around
like a cheap imitation sheriff's badge. Ronnie knew when to leave the
stage, and I think he would agree with me.
Shadow
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This is BSE infected brain tissue. Note holes
left when proteins tear away and wrap very
tightly, leaving pockets in the tissue
SOURCE AND IDENTIFICATION OF PRIONS
Shadow@conspiracynewsnet.com
In the 1960s, Thomas Brock (University of Wisconsin/Madison professor) was taking samples
of thermophilic (heat tolerant) bacteria in Yellowstone National Park geyser pools, when he discovered a stable, highly
heat-resistant thermophile he named T. Aquaticus.
This
organism survived in the near boiling temperatures at the mouth of the
geysers, and exhibited unique enzymatic properties that were later
determined to be invaluable to several industries, including Polymerase
Chain Reaction (PCR), or the artificial, accelerated production of DNA
from a source. This is used to culture specimens in laboratory
research, allowing observation of accelerated life cycles of organisms
for analysis. Another use was to convert corn and grains (using their
rapid enzymatic and high temperature reactions), to fructose, allowing
the development of a billion dollar sweetener industry for foods such
as carbonated soft drinks. Many food industries depend on this highly
economical source of sucrose fructose in their production.
Thermophiles
have several distinct characteristics that should be noted here. They
are an ancient class of protein called Archaea, which are thought to be
one of the first lifeforms on this planet. They are found in undersea
thermal vents ,in high temperature petroleum bearing rock strata, and
possibly in the myriad of bacteria that make decomposition of organic
life occur in nature post mortem. These are very stable protein
strands, that are able to fold themselves up into impenetrably dense
nodules, which then apparently secrete a metallic shell or casing (this
may be part of the metabolic process of the protein, or a protective
reaction to environmental conditions). Various thermophiles are able to
bind copper, iron, and gold. The rapid enzymatic process exhibited by
thermophiles seems to be connected to the presence of these metals, and
accumulations of these trace metals in living tissue would be strongly
indicative of the presence of these thermophilic proteins.
In
the manufacturing process for sucrose /fructose, corn is steeped in a
solution of thermophilic bacteria, which, through the rapid and high
temperature enzymatic reactions, allows the efficient separation of
corn into corn syrup -in this case, sucrose and fructose. It is not
known if genetically modified organisms are being used.
This
product is then refined and used in commercial food applications. The
residual material (corn mash, hulls, and enormous concentrations of
these thermophiles) are also sold as commercial feed for cattle,
poultry, and swine.
The
group of prion-related neural diseases (CWD, CJD, Alzheimer’s Disease,
Parkinson's disease, et. al.) seem to be related to the release of
these thermophiles into the food chain. As it is widely known that
these products are used as game feeds (deer bait, etc.) and that
rodents and wild animals may have access to these feeds, the possible
connection to the current epidemic of CWD observed in North America may
be significant.
The
excess iron or metals found in the brain tissue of Alzheimer's,
Parkinson's and Huntington's disease patients may indicate high
concentrations of these thermophiles in the neural tissue of these
patients.
Since
it has been determined by the scientific community that the prion
proteins bind metals (in particular, copper and iron), and since the
characteristics of extremophiles and prions are identical, there is
very likely a connection between the dissemination of prions in the
environment and their introduction into the food chain via the sucrose
/fructose extraction industrial residue that is sold as commercial
animal feeds
Hypotheses for the origin and spread of BSE discusses prion related diseases. vectors and widely accepted but erroneous
WMA for a Manufacturer of Corn Syrup and Corn Starch discusses use of enzymatic process residue as animal feed
In hot waters this discusses Dr. Brock’s thermophile studies.
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The School Bus Secret
One evening I approached an old friend- an aged man, who was struggling
with a muddy tractor wheel on the edge of a field. I sat back a little
way in the brush, and cracked a few twigs so he would know I was there.
"Hey, Shadow," he called, frowning at the muddy mess in front of him.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out an incredibly crumpled
package of cigarettes, and turned, arching his back. I could tell he
had been at this for a long time. He looked very tired. He took a few
steps and sat down on a rotted tree stump at the edge of the woods.
"I want to tell you about something I saw once." He lit a cigarette, and coughed a few times.
"I
used to work at this school bus factory. We assembled the drive train
and exhaust systems for fleets, and public transit and school systems -
we shipped buses all over the world. I won't say the name of the
company, or what country it was in. That's not important. I want to
tell what happened there, all in a single day, a long time ago."
"One
morning, one of the assembly line workers came up to me. He was as
white as a ghost. He was stuttering and his face was covered with
tears. I was shocked, because I had known this man for a long time- he
was usually very level headed. He led me over to the assembly line, and
pointed to the partially assembled buses that stretched the length of
the factory."
"I
dropped my daughter off at school today. I noticed, for the first time,
that the exhaust from our buses is exiting at the exact height of a
grade school child's face. We are poisoning our own children, and
others all over the world."
"I
didn't know what to say to him. I looked down at the floor."
'I
figured out how to fix it,’ he told me, 'Im just going to start
chopping up the pipe inventory and have them reroute it through the
top, back here, like a tractor trailer..."
My friend flicked his cigarette off into the open field, and lit
another one immediately. I could see, in the fading light, that there
were tears on his face.
"I
just stood there, Shadow. I was shocked at how easy it was- the
solution, I mean. What could I say? All of the workers around us were
grinning, and had already began to refit their workstations. They had a
strange look in their eyes. Without the loss of a SINGLE second of
time, or any productivity issues, we began to make a safer school bus."
"Everybody
came over and stood and watched, amazed. The offices shut down
upstairs, and white shirts stood around,talking and pointing. Everybody
that realized what we were doing laughed and asked how to help."
"I
have never felt the way I did that morning, for a few hours, in the 30
years I worked for that company. It was the most beautiful feeling I
have ever had. Nothing I have ever done before or since has given me
that feeling."
"After
a few hours, one of the young executives came down, and took one look
around and knew what was going on, in about 30 seconds. This man
actually started crying, and grabbed about 15 of his staff, and told
them to go upstairs and order a few million dollars worth of pipe, and
to recall a shipment of 300 buses we had just sent out that last week,
for retrofitting. He actually came over to us, and said the extra pipe
was only about four bucks, and he had three kids that rode a bus to
school every day. He shook all of our hands."
"All
over the floor, there were smiling faces and bright eyes, and people
were whistling. I have never seen anything like it. It was very
surreal. Everybody worked right through lunch that day-I don't think
anybody even remembered there was supposed to be a lunch."
"At about 2 that afternoon, a few black limousines pulled up in front of the factory, and a few of the owners
got out, along with several well dressed foreigners. Customers."
"Everybody
started putting things neatly in order, tucking in shirts and picking
up loose tools. We all knew that the owners demanded we keep up a
certain level of professionalism- particularly when there were
customers in suits walking around with them."
"The little group approached our assembly line, and we saw the owners’ faces
immediately change, but just for a brief second- things were different,
and they could tell right away. They looked at our new buses....and
were speechless."
"I
walked up to one of the strangers and shook his hand, and looked him in
the eye. ‘Hello,sir,’ I said, ‘we make the safest school buses in the
world,' and shook his hand. He grinned, and looked at our work, nodding
his head. The owners frowned and shuffled everybody upstairs where it
was even more chaotic than the assembly line floor."
"The
accountants and managers were ordering thousands of feet of pipe, and
it was chaotic and frantic up there. The place was a mess, but everyone
was happy. None of our customers seemed upset at the recalls, and most
thought it was a good idea. We even had two very large, new orders. The
whole place was happy and excited- people were talking calmly to each
other, and everybody looked younger for some reason."
"Before
long, the assembly line was suddenly powered down, and everything came
to a stop. The bosses came down with their visitors, who were all
frowning. As the guests sped away in the limos the bosses began to
argue with some of their execs, right out there in the parking lot. We
could heard them screaming ,' FOUR BUCKS!! its only FOUR BUCKs a BUS'
and other things."
”Then
two of the older owners started having a fistfight, right there in the
parking lot. These guys were dignified sober men, wearing thousand
dollar suits and Italian leather shoes, fighting like kids. Everybody
who worked there stood and watched them, shocked."
"After
a while, everybody went back inside. The assembly line was still down,
and the workers were milling around, looking very confused."
"The
owners and all of the rest of the white shirted workers went back
upstairs, and before long, there was yelling and cursing. Suddenly a
man came running out. He looked terrified. It was the young executive
that had ordered all the pipe. He ducked a flying ceramic ashtray that
smashed against the wall, missing his head by inches. Then he ran to
the door that led to the parking lot."
“Outside
in the lot, a few young teenagers were destroying his car. They were
beating it with baseball bats and metal pipes. They saw him approach, and
ran over and pushed him down, kicking him. We noticed one of the owners
watching the whole thing from an upper window, peeking through the
shades. The man struggled into his smashed car, and sped away."
"A
strained voice came suddenly over the PA and echoed through the place.
'Put it all back just like it was. Anybody who even mentions this again
will be terminated immediately.' Then a low mumbling sound went through
the workers for a few minutes. The assembly line started back up, and
it was just like before, as if it had never happened."
“The
next day, everybody acted as if things were normal- everybody avoided
talking about what had happened. We never talked about that day after
that- I don't think anybody did. I left my job a few years later."
My friend stood up, and looked at his house. I could smell the food that was waiting for him there.
"Tell
them that story, why don't you," he said, and turned to walk away, disappearing into the darkness.
Shadow
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Afraid of Freedom
There
is a type of person that has to hide these days...a person who has to
stay in the background. They are not particularly bright or strong, but
still have a powerful weapon. They fight enemies so invincible they can
hide in the open, yet they themselves must never be seen, because their
enemy is heartless and pervasive, and will destroy them, their friends
and families-they must choose and fight their battles very carefully.
This
person comes from every walk of life, and is of every age, race,
creed, color - professionals, unskilled people- thieves and princes,
killers and saints. Some are brokenhearted, some are raging, most are
crying when I see them. Some are lost, and many are bitter- bitter at
the betrayal of what they fought and loved and stood for. These are the
ones in the shadows.
Many
people live most of their lives never realizing they are one of these
people- until the years and time have taken the best from them, and
stripped their dignity and freedom of thought as surely as it took
their youth and health. It takes them a lifetime to see what was done
to them, leaving them with nothing but emptiness where they once felt
honor.
These
people see and realize that most of those around them are asleep- lost
in a strange alchemy of traffic and laws and fear and fast food. They
feel drained and empty, and wonder what has happened to what they all
seek. They wonder when men stopped caring about what was GOOD.
As
paper laws and corporate oppression destroy families and lives, and
dead-end jobs and hatred from media shills and pitchmen permeate our
world, men turn away from the truth, (and a scientist is really a food
additive peddler, and the bureaucrats and executives and politicians
all give a knowing wink and pocket billions from the latest dog and
pony show while they legislate our morals into us), these people cry
out and are never heard. Until now.
These
people have no one to turn to- they fear the cops and social workers
and their bosses and the suspicious illnesses and the strange, fake,
ribbony clouds more than they fear death. They fear them because they
cannot trust them- the trust left long before they were beaten by a
bitter teen, or had their lifetime's worth of corporate investments and
hard work evaporate in a golden parachute for a boss who was carried
for decades on the shoulders of a betrayed, overworked staff- or when
they see a 95-year-old reduced to tears as he describes the giant trout
they use to pull from the polluted rivulet behind the shopping mall.
These
are the people that come to me in the shadows. These are the ones, like
me, that only feel safe hiding in the anonymity that truth must wear in
this age of darkness. They take out the trash and wash the pools of
their masters- they clean the world while it sleeps.They hear both the
screams of the veterans dying from Gulf War Syndrome and the quiet
conversations of the doctors and officers and 'brothers-in-arms' that
look after their interests.
Only
in the shadows, where there are no faces, do they tell the truth-
and,then I tell them MY special truth, and we both feel the warmth of
the darkness for the reason we love most of all- because it hides the
tears that we both wear, as we feel the relief... the sudden sense of
relief. We share a common, universal bond- loving the gritty, cold,
powerful absolution of the truth- and share a moment of its clarity and
power. They tell me because I, like them, have ran away at the last
second, hearing the bullets smash the bricks where my head just was-
they too have felt the sting of the hatred and rejection that have
filled the souls of most men, but have decided to seek something GOOD
anyway.
These
peole are the ones that are my voice. I cannot ask them for names or
credentials or sources. They tell me the things they can tell no one
else- because they are telling no one. They are telling a shadow.
They, like me, are telling a lost and confused world a special and
precious secret- that in times of evil, the truth must hide in the
darkness.
Shadow
Ashamed of America Sometimes
the price of true freedom is too great for most to understand, or is
more than most are willing to pay. When blind nationalism is encouraged
and becomes a replacement for rational, objective opinion, freedom is
quickly lost, as men become willing puppets, mere sheep led by their
fear and insecurity.
I
love my country, more than I could ever say. I love the wide diversity
and the opportunities that are here. I love the freedom to express
myself, or to strive for whatever compels me to greatness, enjoying
both the benefits and consequences of my own efforts freely. I am
ashamed to say that our leadership has led the world into darkness.
I
watched while George Bush, Sr., led us into a specious war with Iraq in
1991, after April Galespie, a Bush envoy, told Saddam Hussein his
intended reintegration of the Kuwait emirate (part of Iraq until the
1950s) into his country for the crime of slant-drilling was "of no
concern to the United states." I watched while Barry McCaffrey's
armored division destroyed 1,100 pieces of Iraqi artillery days after
the cease fire, taking advantage of the short range of the Iraqi tanks
to stay safely out of danger as they systematically murdered the Iraqi
soldiers that were fleeing in them.
I
watched as over a decade of sanctions and no-fly zones crippled a once
prosperous Iraqi nation, strangling its people in slow motion mass
genocide - While the world was told Saddam Hussein was working on WMDs,
the Iraqis struggled frantically to rebuild water desalinization
plants, hospitals, factories, and civilian housing and infrastructure
destroyed by the Americans and their mercenary allies.
I
watched while over a million Iraqi children died from dysentery and
diarrhea in the decade following the war, from lack of potable water
and medicine- even as countless thousands of others died from the
effects of the depleted uranium artillery rounds used all over the
nation. American soldiers returning home were betrayed and left out in
the cold, never told they were exposed to this radiation, dooming the
families, pets, and all around them to the join millions of other
'unmentioned casualties' . I watched as the government denied all of
them benefits and proper medical attention, just to keep their dirty
little secret...
I
watched while hijackers-15 of which were reputedly Saudi nationals, led
by a Kuwaiti national, 'attack' our nation with domestic planes, using
skills and resources they could not possibly have, while our president
blithely read a book to children....
I
watched while our president invited Saudi royalty to visit his ranch in
the summer of 2002, his honored guests as their 911 involvement was
apparently 'all forgiven,' even as our nation geared up for another war
with Iraq, in the name of 'fighting terrorism'...
I
watched as a 12,000 page report from Iraqi Defense officials to the UN
was spirited away to the White House for editing before any others
could get a look, so the many names of the US weapons suppliers and
German biological /chemical weapons purveyors could be removed from it.
I watched as 8,000 pages were carefully edited from this report, which
was then rejected by the United States government as being
'incomplete'.....
I
have watched while 'governments' rattle sabers, pretending to be
enemies, while secret cabals of weapons manufacturers and oil
monopolies use the frightened, brainwashed populaces of their
respective nations to fight countless staged wars.
I
have watched while educated men-honest, trusting men-have been deceived
and led to warmongering nationalism, because they are in denial-they
are strangely willing to accept that their government would stage the
murder of 3,000 Americans, just to make money from weapons sales and
oil profits- as much a cabal of unwitting pawns as the masses who
believe it was for WMDs that Hans Blix, the UN staff, and 135,000
soldiers have yet to find...
I
have watched while secret societies, which claim ALL of the leaders of
the world's major governments as members, use their populations as a
commodity-as both sides of every conflict goad their people to hatred
and distrust of other nations, fueling xenophobic attitudes and
prejudices.
I
have watched while multinational conglomerates led by unemotional world
citizens make untold billions from fomenting war through saber rattling
and behind the scenes power brokering, laughing as 'good cop/bad cop'
governments give each other a knowing wink, sending innocent,
brainwashed civilians off to kill each other, in mutually agreed upon
population control/infrastructure modernization wars...
I
have watched these things, and decided it is time for men to know the
truth-for men to free themselves from the evil gripping our world.
While there are some things men should never know, there are many
things that every man has a right to know.
As we continue to occupy a sovereign nation, I think it is time for everyone to know what they are
really fighting for-what is so important to our way of life.
While some will say its a threat from WMDs, or that its about oil...the truth goes much deeper. While
these are certainly issues, they are actually a convenient distraction.
Iraq
currently has over 10,000 active archaeological sites -more than any
other nation in the world. Large libraries of cuneiform tablets have
been found in multiple locations, some in excess of 45,000 tablets-more
information than a large modern library. From these sites, information
has been found showing the religious ideology and teachings of ancient
cultures like the Sumerians and Eblans, that far predate Christianity.
The information contained in these libraries documents religious
development far predating Judaism and Christianity, and show clear
evidence that early judeo/christian teachings are metaphors of these
earlier ideologies. These earlier documentation's in fact give a much
more believable and likely true account of man's prehistory. This is
seen by the West as an intellectual time-bomb so volatile it would
undermine the tenuous grip that Judeo/Christianity and its economic
/religious/governmental grip that it holds over Western civilization.
The
entire Western world's Religious and Scientific Establishment (a
carefully constructed mind trap that gives secret societies
unimaginable control, through churches, religions, laws, institutions,
banking, financing, education) see the widespread release of the
information emerging from Iraq as a SERIOUS THREAT to its grip on the
civilization built around their control, which has lasted for 2,000
years. This is why the West has launched another Christian /Islamic
war-to continue the suppression as they have in the past, by destroying
the archaeological sites, museums, relics, stelae, cuneiform libraries,
and anything or anyone that has been involved with them. Where the
religious ideology of the West relies on faith and blind obedience, the
religious teachings and doctrines of Islamic cultures dictate
scientific and historical study. While Americans go to their churches
and listen to secret society controlled puppets expound on a few verses
from a repeatedly translated text, most other religions, including
those from Iraq require many years of discipline and study on an
individual level.
These
secret societies see the release of the discovered information and
physical evidence proving the extraterrestrial origin of humans as
having the potential to cause catastrophic rebellion and chaos. They
have worked very hard for a long time to disguise this information in
the form of religious ideologies.
These
secret societies believe that as men realize that they all have been
duped (that generations of men have been lied to about their origins
and the true nature of God even as they were taught to cling to fear
and superstition instead of scientific analysis and archaeological
evidence, and that all of the earlier religions and ideologies were
EVIL, and should be wiped out), the undermining of Western culture's
economy, societal/global economic and religious upheaval, and universal
chaos is most likely result of the release of this information.
I am sorry to say I am ashamed to be an American. Part of loving this nation is crying for the loss
of its freedoms, and standing up to speak the truth, even when it makes one hated or resented.
I
think of the countless people that have died defending her honor, and
how their families would feel, if they realized it was all a lie. While
I mourn dead Americans, both those in the past and those that may come
in future wars-I also mourn the dead Iraqi people, who were soldiers,
doctors, archaeologists, lovers, friends, civilians, children,
mothers, fathers that deserve the truth.....just like the rest of us.
Shadow
33 and the Illumined Eye
I
have been asked countless times,by many men, what the true significance
of '33' is. There is only one person I have ever really told until
now-a young lad named Brian. Only someone with a special type of vision
could really understand it, I always felt, but flattery often turns
into mockery, and even a race called MAN must one day grow up. The
world and reality that we all share is full of pieces of the answer,
however, for those that can see-built into events and our universe,
like an artist's signature.
I
think of '33' most when I am riding down the road in my friend's Alfa
Romeo,a very low profiled, aerodynamic Italian sports car. Carefully
guiding it right up behind a semi going around 80 mph, I carefully
settle into just the right spot where the slipstream from its huge
profile swirls up behind me, creating a suction vortex that pulls the
small car along in an invisible bubble of air 8 or 10 feet behind it.
As I take my foot off of the gas pedal and just drift there, feeling
the pull of air and the invisible, powerful lift of the force, I think
of the Tempel/Tuttle comet that rides around the sun that we share,
drifting along on its 33 year orbit. I think of the endlessly
fascinating beings this comet passes,on their beautiful blue orb,who
send their 'secret ships' to ride along in it's wake,taking
'disappeared' or ''killed' scientists, doctors, researchers (the
greatest minds of their species), who excitedly give up their very
existence and presence on their world for the privilege of taking the
long ride out past all of the planetary neighbors that circle our
common star-bodies they leave far behind them as they plunge bravely
onwards into the blackness.
As
they approach the glittering inner edges of the Oort cloud, out at
around 25,000AU-pulled along without need of energy as they ride the
slient wake of their comet shuttle, clinging behind it like wonderful,
brave cosmic hitchhikers, I myself feel a similar pleasure-endless
curiosity- and I think of how FUN they really are. These endearing
beings are special, and different from the others of their kind,
because they have to think and know on their own- they have to feel the
illumination, to be the 'eye'..they just have to see for themselves,
and really accept the wonderful truth. These special ones ride out
their lives in content study and debate, their rapidly fading bodies
ignored, their minds made young again with trembling anticipation.
After
many years, these brave, restless ones end their journey with their
bodies destroyed by the radiation found in deep space, and die in the
icy blackness at the edge of the Oort Cloud. Before they go, they watch
the youth of my kind cavort and play in their tiny craft, showing the
eternal, universal joy found only in youth as they play a game called
"spike"- the creation and launching of glowing, radiant globes of
highly purified, incalculably dense metallic ores past their audience
that head back towards the center of the solar system they left
behind-tiny masses of dense metals that travel long, elliptical orbits.
These become lacy comets that whisp past the astonished, openmouthed
faces that peer from small portholes along their battered, hopelessly
damaged ships. They watch them dance along with us,trailing wisps of
tails that glitter in the icy blackness of space, as these toys of our
young ones spiral back towards the inner system, passing in sight of
the world our visitors left far behind. This world, a beautiful blue
orb and its accompanying moon that we call SOL33, is the third planet
from our common sun,and a place I have grown to love.
My
mind pictures their wasted bodies and their crude, battered crafts that
are destroyed by the icy, rocky comet ejecta they endured on the
glowing ride of a one way mission. Memories rise, and I can again see
those bright eyes, peering with open mouths and tear covered, shining
faces-and I feel tears of my own start to come. Remembering their
shocked, radiant, ILLUMINATED faces from those days far past in my
youth, I want to think that they died happy...."
Shadow
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