There was a time when I would send off an email of protest or encouragement to a politician or even apply signature to a variety of worthwhile petitions, but my evolution of illumination has taken me to a different stage for the time being.
In the true beginning for me, which was five or six years ago, as the light finally came on, I became extremely paranoid. Nothing made any sense. Up until then all events seemed unique and isolated. The political process seemed free and open as we, the eligible voting citizenry, appeared to have complete control over the condition of our leadership. Certainly, I was aware that a percentage was always going to be corrupt and that money and influence would always be a temptation. But, with the power of the ballot, surely we could change things in the next election.
I believed everything I was taught throughout my formal education, for after all, why would anyone want to lie about such things. I had complete trust in the system and the information.
I had faith in the judicial system and respect for all branches of law enforcement, for that provided a feeling of immense comfort and safety, as we could expect protection from the evil that is always lurking about. I also believed that our foreign aid and military presence throughout the free world provided stability and benevolent assistance to every nation having a desire to replicate the liberties and freedoms that we Americans enjoyed throughout our wonderful Republic. And, that our involvement in any conflict was simply a process of implied or required responsibility to remove tyrannical threats and allow free expression to a victimized nation.
I grew up in the 1950’s and 1960’s and was well aware of the cultural and political unrest brought about by our conflict in Vietnam. The protests were widespread, manifesting in both music and demonstrations. There seemed to be a dark energy descending on America. Charles Manson, Hells Angels, Patty Hurst, Black Panthers, Weathermen, Kent State, drugs, hippies, total disrespect for authority, as well as the traditional way of life that I had grown up with in America. Things had turned ugly and I wanted no part of it.
As the turmoil and division, brought about by the Vietnam conflict subsided, I felt more comfortable, but knew deep down, maybe on another level of consciousness, that a significant part of the America I grew up with had died and our country would never be the same. There was a different attitude amongst the younger generation. They had imposed their will by standing up to and putting the establishment on notice. At least, that was my impression.
The infancy of my awakening actually began on November 22, 1963 when the world witnessed the public execution of President Kennedy. At that moment, at the age of 18, I felt a sense of fear and sudden insecurity regarding the institutions of government that I had always respected. From that moment I’ve always remained suspicious and wary of the activities, power and potential of the agencies that are in control of everything we’re allowed to do. Subsequently the public executions of RFK and MLK only deepened my sense of caution and wariness. Possibly a residual effect of the horrible stories and movies about the secrecy and brutality of the Nazi and Communist regimes. But, I remained confident that the good in mankind would always prevail and stuff like that could never happen here.
I had grown up in a small town in the 50’s that could easily have been the model for Andy Griffith’s peaceful setting of Mayberry. But, as time marched on it became clear that most families would never have the experience and luxury of such a simple and comfortable lifestyle with which I had been blessed.
I had become pessimistic, frustrated and eventually angry at the misguided evolution of our society under the leadership of Johnson, Nixon, Ford, and Carter along with Henry Kissinger and Zbigniew Brzezinski who, as history has shown, were the ones pulling most of the decisive strings. What a nest of vipers they were. Consequently, the focus of all patriotic Americans was now on a constant stream of corruption, mind games and political ineptitude. No more gold standard, artificial gas shortages, wage freezes, inflation that forced me to pay 18% interest on my very first mortgage, political scandals, bad economy, cold war, and so much more.
And then, in 1980 we had something to be proud of once again. Ronald Reagan brought back pride in America. Everything seemed to turn around in a positive way. The economy was thriving, everyone was working, the military that Carter tried to destroy was rebounding, taxes were under control, and the world looked to America as an example of all that was good and simply couldn’t wait to get over here. At least, that was my take. And of course, the cold war ended as the “Wall” came down. What a great time to be alive. But then, Reagan defies the handlers and as a result takes a bullet in the chest, after which nothing was ever the same. Little did we know about the close connections that the Bush family had with the Chapmans.
And then, the siege begins in earnest. Iran Contra, George (the godfather) Bush, Clinton, Medina airport, White Water, Ron Brown, Vince Foster, Ruby Ridge, Waco, Oklahoma City, Al Gore, W, Diebold voting machines, and of course Barry the alien, with Hillary ready to take over in 2016. The assault continues with unsecured diritives, unrestricted printing of federal reserve notes, real estate foreclosures at all time highs, economic collapse, record unemployment, record welfare, record food stamps, racial division, gay whatever, demonization of Christianity, educational system dysfunction, GMO, fracking, poisoned ground water and food supplies, Agenda 21, fluoride, radiation, chemtrails, bailouts, gun control, threat to retirement funds and bank accounts, forced immigration, and on and on. What a fricken mess.
The death of JFK made the first and most powerful emotional and psychological imprint on me, but even more powerful were the events of September 11, 2001. As I witnessed the first tower descend into an exploding cloud of dust, with some deep sense of knowing, I felt that the course of our country would follow in similar fashion. It was a realization that life as we know it would never be the same. But, at the same time, and I suppose like most of us, I had no idea what had taken place or why. Not surprisingly, I still had faith in the more important institutions of our government, but it didn’t take long to begin to understand the level of betrayal that had manifested with that event. Daddy “New World Order” Bush has been a very busy master.
While I was still not fully awake, for me and many others, 911 proved the mother of all events. Over time the questions continued to grow, yet the answers remained the same. I won’t rehash the details, but at some clearly defined moment during my search for the truth, my grand illumination began. Again, a sense of knowing, but at the same time a sense of anxiety. I was now aware of the incredible and all encompassing threat that seemed to rise out of the dust at ground zero. But, the threat I felt was not from the middle east, but rather from our own leadership. Little did we know about the close connections that the Bush family had with the Bin Ladens.
The pace of change within our government following that event has been, to steal a phrase from the gun and drug running 3-letter agencies, “Fast and Furious”. At first, the Patriot Act and Homeland Security sounded like a good idea, but as we have seen, it has proved to be the framework for the infrastructure and surveillance grid that has become so stifling and threatening to the unsuspecting American public.
Continuing along the way, I’ve managed to connect many of the dots, both new and historical, as I struggle to understand the path along which we are all being herded. I hate lies and deceit and I’ve done all that I can to learn the truth about how the real events in global history have contributed to threatening condition in which we now find ourselves. It’s been a brilliant scheme throughout much of the world’s history with momentum gaining at a feverish pace in recent decades. The malevolent shepherds have guided with precision, the great flock of mankind down a predetermined path toward the holding pens of confinement, servitude and eventual demise. A masterful plan designed to lull us all into a sleepy state of complete distraction and unawareness as technology continues to provide more and more creative ways for the programmers to accomplish their goal, as they track and manipulate our generally predictable behavior.
For the paid shills who have infiltrated this or any other blog, along with anyone else offended by my comments and observations, I offer no apology. It just happens to be the condition of things, right or wrong, as I see them. For those who agree, I’m happy to be among your numbers. There is way too much going on to completely understand everything. The red herrings, the rabbit holes, the disinfo, cointelpro, distractions, false flags and real events are happening much too fast to accurately connect all of the dots. One can only get a glimpse of the direction that mankind is heading. The only real question that remains for me is, “When does the last shoe drop”.
Until then, I’ll continue to watch, listen, study, evaluate, and attempt to connect events wherever they may happen. Their plan will fluidly continue to unfold, but proceed it must. They have the will and the means. They possess the wealth, technology and might to impose their evil virtually anywhere. And, no matter which side of the conflict we might view as just and legitimate, trust that they are working both sides.
And, just who are THEY, as I’m so often asked. Not always an easy question to answer for those looking for names, but the institutions have generally remained in tact. Bloodlines may be the octopus occupying seats of true historical power while working behind the scenes, but the corporate and financial leaders develop and execute the complex machinations required to fulfill the overriding goal of complete world domination. One government, one military, one court, and one religion.
I had never studied Woodrow Wilson until I began to realize what was going on, but the following quote, which I’m sure most of you have read, is a chilling confession of the aftermath of signing into law, the Federal Reserve in 1913.
"I am a most unhappy man. I have unwittingly ruined my country.
A great industrial nation is controlled by its system of credit.
Our system of credit is concentrated. The growth of the nation,
therefore, and all our activities are in the hands of a few men.
We have come to be one of the worst ruled, one of the most completely
controlled and dominated governments in the civilized world.
No longer a government by free opinion, no longer a government by
conviction and the vote of the majority, but a government by
the opinion and duress of a small group of dominant men."
And, the sellout has continued ever since.
Other presidents have issued comments and warnings with regard to who is running things in America:
I wish I’d paid more attention, but who was I to question history.
I’ll end my ranting here as I can honestly say that the process of my awakening has been filled with varying degrees of anxiety, along with a sense of grief for our wounded and dying Republic. But, my grieving is gradually being replaced with enlightenment, understanding, resolve and quiet ongoing preparation for a time that I hope will never come.