There is a view surfacing from time to time that history is not even bunk only another whispered story put down by a scribe hired to tell a tale. Coming out of WW2 for example are quite a few narratives casting considerable doubt on the as-to-us story.
Coming out of the emergent post-war world is a darker story of mind control and propaganda and goals of Imperialists.
http://www.declarepeace.org.uk/captain/murder_inc/site/texts/beat.txt
There are those who would suggest that the Beat Movement was part of a grand conspiracy; and the Beats themselves unwitting pawns in this game. In one of his many broadsheets self-published over the years, Kerry Thornley once posited this theory, without actually elaborating on exactly what this conspiracy entailed. Perhaps what Thornley was alluding to is the same theme found in Todd Brendan Fahey's Wisdom's Maw, which suggests that Ken Kesey as well as the Beats were part of an elaborate scheme concocted by the American Intelligence Community to infiltrate and supply the sixties counterculture with mind altering drugs, ostensibly to test their reactions, and--long range--to influence widespread social control. Theoretically, this was all conducted under the covert auspices of such infamous CIA mind control projects as Artichoke and MK-ULTRA. Such countercultural icons as Kesey and Leary--Fahey suggests--were chosen by the CIA and Military Intelligence as facilitators of this grand experiment, whose powerful side effects are still lingering to this day in the collective craniums of its unwitting participants.
Kerouac--toward the tail-end of this life--was also of the impression that the sixties counterculture had been co-opted by sinister forces. Soddened by liquor, and dismayed by what he felt was the unpatriotic posture assumed by these long haired freaks (who, adding insult to injury, had credited his books for their hippie dippie philosophy) Kerouac feared a Communist Conspiracy was behind the tumultuous events of that era. One also gets the impression in later comments that he believed the Jews played a part in these behind the scenes manipulations. Kerouac--one of the more open-minded and tolerant souls of his generation--by the end of the sixties had turned into a slurring, often incoherent, commie bashing rummy, whose literary output dwindled as his intake of hard liquor increased. The last thing Kerouac wrote before his death was a screed directed at the hippies and the anti-war movement entitled, "After Me, the Deluge."
In a poem dedicated to his passing, Gregory Corso compared Kerouac's destruction by alcohol to the disastrous effects that Fire Water had exacted upon the Native American culture. This in retrospect is a fitting metaphor. The same forces that nearly drove the America Indian to extinction, were in fact the same powers that delivered Kerouac to an early grave. He drank for the same reasons the Indians did; to bury the pain, and to escape from the tragedy of a self-destructive civilization teetering on the edge of ruin.
Ginsberg, on the other hand, passionately embraced the sixties counterculture, growing long his hair and beard, donning lovebeads, and participating in love-ins, acid tests and anti-war demonstrations. At the outset of the decade, he participated in Tim Leary's psilocybin research at Harvard. On the momentous night of November 26, 1960, Ginsberg received a vision from on high instructing the mad poet that he would be The Messiah to herald in a psychedelic revolution. Under Leary's supportive guidance--and 36 milligrams of psilocybin--Ginsberg wandered downstairs naked, determined to alert the world's leaders that a new epoch was at hand: Instead of nuclear mushroom clouds, mushrooms of an entirely different nature would intervene, bringing love and illumination to a world on the brink of nuclear annihilation. Ginsberg got on the phone and started placing calls to the Kremlin and White House, identifying himself to the telephone operator as God (he spelled it out for her, G-O-D). Unsuccessful in his attempts to reach Kennedy or Kruschev, Ginsberg got ahold of Kerouac and informed The King o' the Beats that: "I am high and naked and I am King of the Universe. Get on a plane. It is time!"
https://ce399.typepad.com/weblog/2008/05/global-transhum.html Global Transhumanist Anschluss.
IV. The fourth section presents a comparison of two scientific cultures, the scientific culture surrounding the atomic bomb, and the scientific culture surrounding mind control weapons. Eileen Welsome won the Pulitzer Prize for her 1999 book Plutonium Files, America's Secret Medical Experiments in the Cold War. Welsome wrote about the atomic bomb scientific culture;
"[There was a] pervasive deception that the doctors, scientists, and military officials routinely engaged in even before the first bomb had been detonated. General Leslie Groves director of the Manhattan Project to build the first atomic bomb lied egregiously when he testified to Congress in 1945 about radiation effects of the bomb."
The deceptive scientific culture among the atomic bomb scientists is similar to the deceptive scientific culture among mind control scientists. For example, it can be shown that the prominent physicists Richard Garwin and Freeman Dyson, the CIA director Stansfield Turner, and National Research Council (NRC) chairman, Christopher Green, have wittingly or unwittingly made deceptive statements about mind control weapons research. Any trust in official statements by experts and government officials about mind control weapons ought to be seriously examined and questioned, but so far, this hasn't happened.
http://mindjustice.org/
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ce399 notes:
One fact that Ms. Welsh perhaps fails to mention in her summary is something that was discussed here in the past and should be quite obvious to researchers. I've not read the entire paper, so she may have written about this in the full version:
...the Pentagon is at least [ten to] twenty years ahead of the consumer market technologically in terms of prototypes, has spent millions on black budget exotic and 'non-lethal' information and other similar weapon systems and quite possibly has a separate division for R&D (not including DARPA) in this area [electronic warfare].
This information is implied in her comparison of mind control weapons development to the building of the atomic bomb. However, it is quite often necessary to make such information blatantly clear in order to surmount the vast psychological dividing walls layered within the psyche of the 'unconscious' fascist target.
The information regarding the technological advancement of the Pentagon versus the civilian consumer market was verified by a person I informally interviewed in 2007 who claimed to be a special operations mercenary for a U.S. intelligence service.
Additionally, I know from first hand experience that Remote Neural Monitoring is a reality. I have "witnessed" the operational capabilities of this technology and they were later "verified" by an acquaintance - probably a covert asset for a US domestic and foreign intelligence agency. More on this later.
The pretext is counter terrorism, however, the more profound reality indicates a direction toward the creation of a remote technological infrastructure to command and control the consciousness of the current post-human and the future trans-human. One investigating these matters really needs to look at the entire unspeakably horrific bricolage - of which mind control is only a partial component. The other components have been extensively researched and archived here in the past: eugenics, genomics, biotechnology, cybernetics, trans-humanism, genetically modified food, the Global Genome, IBM "Life Sciences", infomorphs, artificial intelligence, etc.
Posted by ce399 on 26 August 2009 at 00:00 in https://ce399.typepad.com/weblog/darpa/
Go within.
As you set out for Ithaka
hope your road is a long one,
full of adventure, full of discovery.
Laistrygonians, Cyclops,
angry Poseidon—don’t be afraid of them:
you’ll never find things like that on your way
as long as you keep your thoughts raised high,
as long as a rare excitement
stirs your spirit and your body.
Laistrygonians, Cyclops,
wild Poseidon—you won’t encounter them
unless you bring them along inside your soul,
unless your soul sets them up in front of you.
Hope your road is a long one.
May there be many summer mornings when,
with what pleasure, what joy,
you enter harbors you’re seeing for the first time;
may you stop at Phoenician trading stations
to buy fine things,
mother of pearl and coral, amber and ebony,
sensual perfume of every kind—
as many sensual perfumes as you can;
and may you visit many Egyptian cities
to learn and go on learning from their scholars.
Keep Ithaka always in your mind.
Arriving there is what you’re destined for.
But don’t hurry the journey at all.
Better if it lasts for years,
so you’re old by the time you reach the island,
wealthy with all you’ve gained on the way,
not expecting Ithaka to make you rich.
Ithaka gave you the marvelous journey.
Without her you wouldn't have set out.
She has nothing left to give you now.
And if you find her poor, Ithaka won’t have fooled you.
Wise as you will have become, so full of experience,
you’ll have understood by then what these Ithakas mean.