(Note: Meant to post this yesterday but decided to sleep on it, due to the complexity and personal stuff. So the ‘last night’ and ‘yesterday’ references are a day off.)
A record number of wake ups last night. Didn’t count ‘em but between a dozen and a score sounds right. Went right back to sleep each time, no problem, but my final one about ten minutes ago was more confused and more frazzled than I can recall (and I’ve had some bad ones). Could’ve gone back to sleep again but decided (re the f-ing dreams), ‘Enough of that shit. Life is less distressing back here, in the rig with Gus.’
This post needs a visual motif that contrasts with the tone of the text.
Yesterday was the problem: several related issues piled up and likely commingled in my subconscious attempt at deciphering their meaning; my dreams were squirmy, ugly, utterly useless, with no entertainment value whatsoever (Eli Roth movies come to mind).
Yesterday ‘began’ innocently enough, with a comment that came in for moderation. It was in response to my disgust about ‘the RV women’ who tuned me out when I mentioned the ‘unnaturalness’ of the wildfires scorching the countryside all around us. I scanned it (only to see if it was obvious spam) and approved, figuring to actually read it later, on the blog itself (which makes a difference). Something nagged though, so I went right to the blog page to read it. Since it’s public and on this site already, here it is:
‘In a way I kind of get where those women are coming from. This world is a scary place if you consider how the ptb are orchestrating absolutely everything. I guess instinctively they have to survive mentally as best they can, even if they have tiny grain of suspicion, I dunno. That’s really upsetting to me that they would destroy beautiful land like that with those fires, I must admit that’s not something I considered. I lay awake at night wondering wtf I’m supposed to think or do about ANYTHING anymore.. Gosh I appreciate thinking ppl like you that open my eyes & mind.. but today I’m just shuttin off & playin in my garden. Gotta do what I gotta do..’
Quickly, to the commenter, ‘Josie’: Yours was a ‘high quality’ comment. It’s honest, illuminating, and as to-the-point as it could be. Not a word wasted. That it ‘nagged’ me is completely my problem. Please don’t hesitate to comment again, when you’re so moved.
The motif is me doing what I never saw J do: surf well.
I’ll try to explain myself… (And yes, please, ‘play in your garden’s, everyone! Get off the damn Net and go outside. Take time to forget all this crapola you read here and elsewhere!)
Without thinking I immediately replied to Josie, ‘What about tomorrow?’ Although I could have deleted it, almost did, I left it up. It’s dumbass. Josie, I strongly suspect, is a kind and generous person in real life (as opposed to blog-life) and was merely saying, ‘Those women are just trying to get through the day, like the rest of us.’ Bingo!… but… but…
My lack of patience with the RV women and even with sweet Josie is a result of my life-experiences. That much I know. (Those who’ve read CYGAWA know what I mean, maybe better than you care to know.) And yesterday a part of that life experience that I wished to forget surfaced and through its ‘revelation of the method’ bit me on the ass. A matter of minutes after writing the words ‘What about tomorrow?’ I got an email, the sender of which I never expected to hear from. Nor wanted to.
This needs some backstory but I think the tale will bring us around to the subject most of you come here for: HTWRW from one older and ‘wiser’ (sarcasm) guy’s perspective. (How The World Really Works! And yes, acronyms are out of hand, especially on the Net.) So bear with me. I do know where this is going and if I don’t fuck up…
Back in the early 1990s at Montauk I made a new friend, a surf buddy, which was unusual. I knew pretty much everyone ‘worth knowing’ on the East End. This friendship sort of slipped up on me and by the time I left on my In Search of Captain Zero journey, this guy, call him ‘J,’ and I were very close. (Close enough that he’s mentioned in the book.)
By the early 2000s Zero was a success, I had money from the movie deals (Banditos too), and had moved to Costa Rica. Meanwhile J had had a rough patch and asked to borrow $5,000. He was behind on his mortgage and I was glad to help out.
Addendum: One of my problems is that I don’t think about money in terms of ‘what it means,’ never have, maybe partly because I’ve never worked for it by the hour; plus, back in my smuggling days I’d sometimes weigh it to save time (U.S. currency weighs exactly a gram per bill); the continual sight of suitcases of the stuff tends to skew perspective. Anyway, there’s that also, as an issue in my backstory.
J’s rough patch bothered me so I suggested he come down to Pavones for a surf trip; I had a rental right on the break (Joachim’s house, come to think of it) and was building my house. I would spring for the plane ticket and expenses. (I was visiting Montauk for a couple summer months each year, but living down south.) Hey, speaking of money: What’s it for if you can’t treat a buddy who needs cheering up?
As his trip down south neared I emailed J asking that he bring down a bumper pool table for my new house. Seemed like no big thing; the box would be about 3 x 4 feet by 6 or 8 inches (the tables are way smaller than those of pool). He emailed back that he’d ‘Try.’ Given the loan and the surf trip, I replied, ‘Please just do it.’ (Why I would want a bumper pool table in the jungle is a separate issue!)
This, apparently, was my ‘mistake.’ His next email read, simply, FUCK YOU!
I now understand what was going on, although J himself might not have known, not at that time, and especially not now: For work reasons he wasn’t going to be able to make the trip anyway, so this was his first move in not repaying the loan. As I’ve since learned from my correspondences with alt media figures who have something to conceal, outrage is the best defense against the ‘grim shadow’ referred to in one of the epigraphs I use in Zero:
…for it is my belief that no man ever understands his own artful dodges to escape from the grim shadow of self-knowledge.’ Joseph Conrad, from Lord Jim.
Anyway, discouraged at the apparent loss of a friend, I eventually emailed, ‘What about the money?’ No reply.
Okay. The next summer I spent surfing at Ditch Plains, Montauk, everyone’s favorite surf break. J decided to surf East Hampton, where he lived, all that summer. Never once showed up at Montauk. The idea of calling him or visiting him up the Island just never occurred to me. As I say, money is not a concern of mine. (On the other hand, I carried his cashed $5,000 check in my wallet.)
A year goes by and that next August I’m back again at Montauk. J is back, too, surfing there several times a week, as he used to. The first time I run into him he’s all smiles and howareya’s and so forth. When I get around to ‘What about the money?’ the reply is, ‘What money?’
Not only did I never loan him any money or ever offer a plane ticket to Costa Rica to cheer him up, but he was genuinely outraged that I would accuse him of… of not being ‘a stand up guy’ — a personal label J was fond of. (Using even his first name doesn’t feel right, by the way, possibly because I view him as sort of an archetype, a symbol, rather than a person.)
Reminding him of the story, the details, I relay here only increased the outrage. He in fact seemed ready to duke it out. Listen: At the risk of repeating myself, if anyone ever deigns to quote my sorry ass as an epigraph or some such that sums up what I’ve learned in this life, this might work, from CYGAWA: ‘Lie about someone and they’ll get mad. Tell the truth and they’ll get outraged.’
The last words I heard from my old friend J, and up until yesterday ever expected to hear, in this life anyway, was as I drove out of the lot at Ditch Plains that day, and yes, they echo his last written words: ‘FUCK YOU!’
Imagine my surprise in getting an email from him yesterday, the drift of which was that he has some vital information about one of President Donald Trump’s associates and wants to… I dunno… be a whistleblower or something. He attached a document he’d written to some judge detailing his ‘knowledge’ of ‘the case.’
It was a chore plowing through the thing, which I did mostly out of morbid curiosity. In clear subtext, though, J was asking for my advice and counsel on the matter, given my interest in world affairs, presumably. But what caught my eye was at the end of the document when a bit of J’s ‘philosophy of life’ seeped in. It was especially illuminating to read about his ‘moral compass,’ how it is aligned, as his motive for ‘coming forth.’
I’ll now present… evidence (in legal-speak) that my old chum was ‘speaking the truth’ upon our reunion that day at the beach when he in effect accused me of making all this up. ‘Speaking the truth’ meaning his outrage was genuine (which was also obvious in facing him). He was not lying.
So: To those of you who figure J is just a sleazeball rip-off whose integrity can be had (bought or rented) for $5,000, I submit the fact that J subscribed to this blog in 2014 and has been given a ‘5 star’ rating by my provider, ChimpMail, meaning J reads virtually every post.
What’s my point?
If you were a sleazeball rip-off who’d stolen $5,000 from an old friend who was trying to help you when you were in need (let alone the surf trip), would you want to be constantly reminded of your behavior by reading his traveling memoirs?
In case you’re not getting it: The year he avoided me by surfing elsewhere is key to J’s state of mind. Likewise with the several years between the FUCK YOU! on the beach and yesterday, when he emailed me as if all was well between us. Remember my interview video with my other Montauk friend, Walter (which I linked to last time)? Remember how it took him a few days to… to what?
To reconstruct reality more to his liking.
With J it took a year, but with the same basic result. He got to keep the $5,000 and remain ‘a stand up guy.’ Read this again, please, because truer words have never been uttered:
No man ever understands his own artful dodges to escape from the grim shadow of self-knowledge.
Time as the artful dodge. And again, this was why in my last post I dubbed the RV women ‘insightful.’ Why waste a few days (in Walter’s case, to doublethink 9/11) or, god forbid, the years it took J to go from FUCK YOU! to asking for my advice and counsel, one ‘stand up guy’ to another?
Do you see why I might’ve taken sweet Josie’s forbearance and forgiveness toward the RVers to heart and over-reacted? Have you seen Water Time? (While I’m thinking about it: I sure as hell hope Josie doesn’t comment ‘I can see where J is coming from…’)
My point being: How, at bottom, are the RVers different from J?
No, that is different, you might be thinking: “The RV women weren’t trying to rip you off, Allan! They were just trying to ‘get through the day’!”
My reply: Haven’t you been paying attention? J didn’t rip me off. His… ‘history’ merely differed from mine. Sound familiar?
‘But the RV women weren’t hurting anyone!’
J didn’t hurt me any more than the RV women. Do you really think someone could hurt me by stealing my money? And anyway, that I didn’t see the theft coming was my doing; my lack of insight. Did I mention that while I was gone on the Zero adventure J collected my mail and paid a few (very few) bills, then, when I returned flat broke charged me $1,000 for his time? Or did I mention that J is a lawyer? Come to think of it, he used to brag that his biggest thrill was getting off a guilty client. (I’d forgotten about that.) Or how he’d brag (rather than confess) about his successes in cheating on his wife? To the point where I had to tell him to shut up?
No, regarding my lost $5k, shame on me!
By the way, never in his life did J cross his feet on a longboard. Just FYI.
But never mind J and Walter and the RV women and the gang from Water Time (and all they represent) and even sweet Josie, for this all gets much worse: What’s really bothering me — and yes it came up yesterday — goes back, way back, to 1986, and it involves my relationship with the guy who created the TV show called ’24,’ Joel Surnow is his name, and whom I recently read is worth some $80 million.
Both coming off our writing for ‘Miami Vice,’ Joel and I huddled up for a couple days at my house in Montauk in ’86, planning our showbiz futures, and what’s really on my mind is how he became he and I became I.
My great fear, maybe deep down my greatest fear, is that with just a bit of a twist of fate, of H-wood history, I might’ve become what he is. Let me think about it for a day or two, see if I can explain…
Allan
A final note to ‘J’ (and to those who have already realized that he, as a loyal subscriber, surely will read this, may be doing so at this very moment): Having slept on the above, Joe (today I can write your name without getting the creeps), I invite you to take advantage of the comment section to tell your side of the story, your version of history. That, or apologize for the two FUCK YOU!s, plus, to prove your moral compass is in proper alignment, an offer to repay the money you still owe me. (I’ll give it to charity.)
And by the fucking way: If you’re even thinking that I have no right to blab in public about your personal crapola, keep in mind that you started this with your insulting fucking email. In other words: FUCK YOU!
Alan and all,
The letters were to show how corrupt the Criminal Justice System is.
Never thought you would e-mail.
We each have our own version of the truth.
Going back and forth would not change our versions.
My moral compass did not go back to normal.
We were working on a screen play called “PONCHO ROTATION.” Never completed.
I wrote the story. It was published. Shows some about my nature.
Thank you Joe for responding – that took a great deal of courage. I watched your Poncho Rotation YT interview and read your comments numerous times.
It’s still unclear to me your side of the story as it’s absent of any relevant details.
Your comments got me more confused…
How does the Poncho story and screen-write relate?
If your moral compass didn’t go back to normal, then where is it now?
If you never meant for an email reply, then why send it in the first place?
Going back and forth, back and forth wouldn’t accomplish anything seems like a cop-out.
Again, thanks for continuing the discussion.
Ok Joe, in all honesty, after reading Allan’s version; I am just wondering… are you either insane? Or a psychopath?
I believe Allan is looking for the truth.
I really appreciate the word crapola…sound like “crapule” in french wich mean scoundrel…anyway this is my way to escape the crapola world: https://www.facebook.com/jeanfrancois.aubry.7/media_set?set=a.968564703305003&type=3&fb_dtsg_ag=AdwDz-BfLIxIDdrA4VHXwbp_fNEe8fAOZXk54ERHgx5rwQ%3AAdyKHhAzoC3zPV4Gu9JmagR4mRmHEYf7Cu83t3HX-8G5sg
I was going to post on the earlier thread but didn’t. Since JW went retro I’ll give an alternative theory. A normal tree burning inside out.
https://twitter.com/hashtag/CarrFire?src=hash
Before I would say caused by DEW, I would say caused by Carpenter ants. Anyone who cuts a significant amount of firewood would know these trees and see the built in kindling caused by the ants at the base of many trees.
I don’t see how a DEW could bring oxygen or chemicals for that matter into the interior of a healthy tree to make it burn inside out. First the tree would need to be boiled dry then a hole drilled for the oxygen to get in and out. I am not saying there aren’t fishy aspects to the overall scenario though.
I would go with wind before Hutchison effect for the below photo
http://time.com/5355080/california-fire-tornado-destruction/
One can only trust another man with his paramour if all parties understand the other man to be the lower status male, regardless whether they are willing to say it out-loud or not. Usually, the opposite is true where money is lent using a similar honor system.
The daily choices we make become who we are. Each moment is a possible crossroads. Change is the only certainty. In another comic book world…you are the succesful creator of ’24’. In this world we try to remain wide awake. Keep on blogging…and love that Joe trolls you;) Almost done with WHO BUILT THE MOON?…a new favorite and I’m not done.
A high quality comment (almost all are!), but I’m concerned about your use of the word ‘successful’ in describing Surnow. Not that he isn’t, of course, but remember that my great FEAR is that I could have become him. A bit of knowledge about the show ’24’ is necessary here, so if there is a misunderstanding, it’s on me. I’ll try to clear this up in my next one.
…agree that ‘successful’ not best choice…MainStreamWorld Successful mainly…
Almost done with WHO BUILT THE MOON? HG WELLS …time travel…oh yes…and we are god….the creator! So wild…yet the puzzle fits the way they are presenting it.
Allan~ The fact that you became who you are – you – and Joel became who he is is because it couldn’t be any other way. There are NO coincidences. I am thankful you are NOT Joel who is sharing what he knows by avoiding the Truth. People like him know how to use cognitive dissonance by capitalizing on the Lie as it were Truth. Same worked for Walter when he first agreed with the obvious truth of 911 and then did the switcheroo to believe the Lie. I look forward to part two of your Time as the Artful Dodge….
Another smart one from Kimberlie: My fear is that you may be right, and free will had nothing to do with our paths. The drift of my post seems to indicate this also: Does anyone see J’s choices as being based on true ‘free will’? (This is not rhetorical. I’m really asking.)
Then I guess he’s being tortured by believing in his version of history and being forced to follow your blog at the same time. How painful this must be.
I very much doubt he is reading these comments, and likewise doubt he will continue to follow my blog. This will make his life as ‘a stand up guy’ easier.
Free will — we make choices, and we retroactively justify those choices. Thus we make ourselves more likely to make those particular *kinds* of choices. In that sense, we kind of destine(?) ourselves in a particular way. We *could* go on that way forever.
However, as we are human, there is a gap, there is *always* a gap, however fleeting, between “stimulus” and “response”, and in that gap we have the *chance* to choose a different response. That’s where our free will lives. The question is, will we catch the moment? this time? next time? some time?
Whoa, well put, Mellyrn. Something to chew on….
Allan~ In reply to your non-rhetorical question concerning True Free Will……
The PTB are successfully using cognitive dissonance for a major paradigm shift in the social construct using Those Who Are Attached to Group Think vs Those Who Think Independently For Themselves Outside of the Group. All Main Media is bullying Society into submission by using the “no bullying allowed” as the direct means to bully. Those in the Group don’t see it though because this new Social Construct has created neural pathways that automatically differ from anyone who Thinks Independently.
In essence, those who are of the Group-Think do NOT have Free Will (they are in bondage to the Group). ONLY those who are IN Independent Think have Free Will.
(sorry about the double post)
This was a new quote for me: No man ever understands his own artful dodges to escape from the grim shadow of self-knowledge.
I may add that as my tag line on my email signature…just to remind myself of the wily ways of my own subconscious. Based on my own deep and daily existential angst driven by facing the facts about HTWRWS, I have some empathy for the RV women. On the other hand, in the past few years demonstrations of willful ignorance more often than not just piss me off.
I would like to hear Joe’s side of the story.
Me too, Todd. Me too. All he has to do is use the comments. I’ll approve it as is.
Money gets you mansions, fast cars, yachts, hookers, Beluga, Bollinger and blow – and if you’re really wealthy, an invitation to an ‘eyes wide shut club’.
Going off-grid/on tour gives you time to understand mankind’s relationship with mother Earth, and to recognise the current mission concerning that relationship – if you have an open mind, of course. 🙂
37A.12 ‘O see not ye yon narrow road,
So thick beset wi thorns and briers?
That is the path of righteousness,
Tho after it but few enquires.
37A.13 ‘And see not ye that braid braid road,
That lies across yon lillie leven?
That is the path of wickedness,
Tho some call it the road to heaven.
37A.14 ‘And see not ye that bonny road,
Which winds about the fernie brae?
That is the road to fair Elfland,
Whe[re] you and I this night maun gae.
37A.15 ‘But Thomas, ye maun hold your tongue,
Whatever you may hear or see,
For gin ae word you should chance to speak,
You will neer get back to your ain countrie.’
37A.16 He has gotten a coat of the even cloth,
And a pair of shoes of velvet green,
And till seven years were past and gone
True Thomas on earth was never seen.
It’s an early version of ‘the red pill’. If you take a particular path – to knowledge, you can’t come back. And you must hold your tongue (to the unenlightened – who won’t understand, and will just as soon shun you).
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Love this. Thanks
Not sure that upside- down cars are that strange at forest fires. Don’t the fires generate strong updrafts and even tornado funnels?
Also looking on internet I found instances of trees burning on inside which appear to have been naturally caused.
These are questions for which there should be expert opinion on how they might occur “normally”. A call to a university science dept. could get you in touch with someone who has some helpful facts.
I don’t know myself, but these particular events might have a harmless explanation.
Joe- come to Jesus and pay the man his money. (payment plan maybe) You will be better for having done it. Look in the mirror, dude.
Re the fires, it’s the preponderance of evidence, which goes way past your list. The camping spot the RV women vacated was taken by an older couple from 4 hours inland. Life time inland Oregonians. Self-proclaimed ‘conservatives’ (real ones, not neo-cons). I talked at length to them about the fires. Short version: They had no doubt the ‘government’ started them, and had ‘physical’ reasons: In 50 years they never saw fires like that.
Allan, can you elaborate a bit more re these physical reasons?
I’m busy at the moment. Have you done any research? Like interviews with firefighters and so forth. If not, don’t ask me to burn my time. If so, what have you found? If you’re not near enough to the fires (as I am) to talk to witnesses you have to rely on ‘media’ like YT and alt media. Okay, but Justifying your opinion that ‘everything’ (indicating unnaturalness) is fake is easy and can sound ‘wise’, but it’s a cop out.
You may have misunderstood my question…
Yes, I’ve done some research and no, I don’t want you to burn more time, but was only interested in what additional information the couple provided to you as I wasn’t privy to the discussion. This was only to help me in my research to find something that may not be easily in the public domain or it corroborates what is public.
BTW, wherever you got “opinion that ‘everything’ if fake” from was NOT me….
You might view my comment here more frustrating than complimentary and it may provoke your ire but it’s just my honest opinion. I enjoy your writing for its style (casual but understatedly captivating) and its uncommon perspective with the exception of what I deem to be phantasma.
This one from ‘Lou’ is of great interest to me, since it’s from an old friend from Montauk, one of the very view that read this blog. Lou: No ire here at all, but I would ask what you mean by ‘phantasma’? Here are the dictionary definitions:
n.
1. an apparition or specter.
2. a creation of the imagination or fancy; fantasy.
3. a mental image or representation of a real object.
4. an illusory likeness of something.
See, Lou is one of the many Montaukers who thinks I’m ‘nuts’ with my ‘conspiracy theories.’ The difference is that Lou is (apparently) willing to talk about these matters. Mmmm. We’ll see…
An example of what I mean (for those who read this blog) is that Lou can watch my Walter video (Lou knows Walter very well) and come away still believing the official story of 9/11, and believing that Walter merely ‘smartened up’ before our second session. Right, Lou?
I’m not being combative here, not at all. I’m curious as to how your thinking works. I would say you’re just as much a victim of ‘cognitive dissonance’ (Orwell’s ‘doublethink’) as Walter. I suspect you’d disagree. How about starting a dialog on this with the other commenters? I think you can see that these are not nasty folks…
I’m curious as to why Lou would read your blogs if he truly believed you were nuts?
I may be over-simplifying but look at the last word in his comment. He likes my writing but I’m hallucinating… we’ll have to wait and see if Lou responds. Like many who hold views that cannot stand up to scrutiny, he may retreat into silence when asked to justify his core beliefs…
Allan, I think his comment is a reflection of “the insanity of it all”. What I mean is that when you really think about it, much of the hidden truths around us are so unbelievable and fantastic that they border on “phantasm”. By simply calling BS to certain things, we imply that there is a deeper explanation that usually involves some kind of fantastic technology or fantastic lie. It is all quite crazy, when it really comes down to it. So much of what you talk about is truly related to fantastic and unbelievable things, many of which happen to in all likelihood be true. So I think to a skeptic, they see it all as just one fantastic illusion. Personally I always try to be careful to not claim that I know the secret behind these big lies, but to point them out as lies is implying some kind of fantastic other explanation. The craziness of it all gets reflected back upon us when it is actually the reality that is crazy and absurd.
I am really not one to typically do this, but there is a song lyric that has come to mind with this whole discussion that I think is particularly prescient.
Please read these lyrics and if you have a minute, give the song a listen. The song is “Volcano” by Beck:
I’ve been walking on these streets so long,
I don’t know where they’re gonna lead anymore.
But I think I must have seen a ghost.
I don’t know if it’s my illusions that keep me alive.
I don’t know what I’ve seen.
Was it all an illusion?
All a mirage gone bad?
I’m tired of evil and all that it feeds,
But I don’t know.
And I’ve been drifting on this wave so long,
I don’t know if it’s already crashed on the shore.
And I’ve been riding on this train so long,
I can’t tell if it’s you or me who is driving us into the ground.
I don’t know if I’m sane,
But there’s a ghost in my heart
Who’s trying to see in the dark.
I’m tired of people who only want to be pleased,
But I still want to please you…
And I heard of that Japanese girl
Who jumped into The Volcano.
Was she trying to make it back
Back into the womb of the world?
I’ve been drinking all these tears so long,
All I’ve got left is the taste of salt in my mouth.
I don’t know where I’ve been,
But I know where I’m going-to that volcano.
I don’t want to fall in though:
Just want to warm my bones on that fire awhile.
Eric, if Lou’s comment had come in ‘over the transom,’ i.e, from someone I don’t know, I wouldn’t have responded as I did. I know Lou, and what he thinks. My confusion is Why he even follows this blog. An indication that I’m correct (about what he thinks) is that he hasn’t replied. I have a new post on this, btw.
Nice lyrics, by the way…
Lou, I too was initially skeptical when a colleague pointed out issues with the 911 official story over 6 years ago. After him pestering me a few times, I finally caved in and said “show me!!!”… It’s never been the same since.
Have you ever asked Allan, “Hey you know what, why don’t you show me what you are talking about and lets talk about this stuff in an open manner”. If you didn’t get past this and onto my question below, then how can you judge Allan? You cannot IMO.
My question to you is, have you actually INVESTIGATED evidence and information from independent researchers or read books (written by many PhD’s btw) outside of history books found in public education? There are many good books refuting your government’s story of 911, JFK, MLK and many many others.
Help us out here to get a better understanding of what’s wrong with the critical thinking and abundant evidence disproving the official government stories.
Help us out Lou…
Lots of people seem, to me, to be living in a world of phantasms — different people, different phantasms; it can get funny when “Jack” and “Jim” think they are seeing the same things, things I myself don’t see but I do see that, no, “Jack” and “Jim” are using the same words but mean quite different things.
So this makes me wonder: just because I believe that the things I see are real and true — are they?
A long time ago I set about systematically challenging *myself*, challenging everything I thought I knew. It sucks to be wrong. Embarrassing as hell, even if I am the only one to catch myself being wrong. But being wrong can be worse than embarrassing: at worst it is *fatal*.
So I spared nothing. I still spare nothing. I’ve examined — ruthlessly, as if my life depends on it — something over two dozen concepts of some significance. My exploration confirmed what I previously believed in only two/2 topics, and even one of those is . . . insufficient as generally presented.
(I included the shape of the Earth. Yes, it’s round — and now I can describe four independent lines of evidence that reveal this, unlike most of the people around me who can’t even describe *one*. They are mere believers; they *happen* to hold a correct belief but that does not count as “knowing”; they do not understand.)
I don’t ask you to try this. It is not comfortable. But it would be honorable to concede that, without doing as I have done, your beliefs are only that, beliefs, and they might — or might not — align with reality. And until you have turned a belief into knowledge, you can say nothing stronger than, “I prefer my phantasma to your phantasma” because you, the un-examiner, can’t know which of you knows, and which merely believes.
Joes a dick and your solid. Always paid me, regardless of where we were. Fuk’m, move on.
As a 24 creator, you could have been a Republican or a vampire or a vampire Republican. Nicholas Cage character in Vampire’s Kiss.
You couldn’t live with yourself if you created that status-quo-butressing, pro-torture, police-state-enforcing, racist, bigoted, xenophobic shite.
And If anyone refused to write according to that prescription, they would be shitcanned, obviously.
As I’ll try to show next time, it may not be this simple.
Hoo-hoo. Allen, Thanks for writing this. Somehow, it’s all more practical than conspiracy PTB-
anything. There are bastards and psychos all around us all the time. The worst are the ones who are decent or trusted at first, but turn. Please do more like this. It’s useful as a warning, a reminder. As the local economy dives ever more steeply, scams, impatience, demands, favors clawed keep coming more frequently. Long-time acquaintances aren’t to be invited home, every colleague seems to have an eye for what he/she can take. Time to head to a primitive country, live simply, camp out, volunteer.
Thanks, Allan. The Lord Jim quote and your observations about how people can retool their sense of history seem to becoming epidemic. Particularly as people encounter bullies, narcissists, and gaslighting.
The fact that Joe is a lawyer (and wanted to whistle blow something about Trump) is all you had to say. Having been told many times what a great lawyer I would be and how I should go to law school, I take pride in replying that I would rather jump off a cliff than become a lawyer. Joe seems like a pretty prime example of why that is. I am doubly surprised that he would think your blog be the proper forum for some disclosure about Trump. As far as I am concerned, Trump is one big clusterfuck meant to keep the populace, and keep them entertained (with that cable news melting their brains). Any effort on Trump is effort wasted.
Yes, he seemed to have missed my point re Trump altogether!
Money gets you mansions, fast cars, yachts, hookers, Beluga, Bollinger and blow – and if you’re really wealthy, an invitation to an ‘eyes wide shut club’.
Going off-grid/on tour gives you time to understand mankind’s relationship with mother Earth, and to recognise the current mission concerning that relationship – if you have an open mind, of course. 🙂
37A.12 ‘O see not ye yon narrow road,
So thick beset wi thorns and briers?
That is the path of righteousness,
Tho after it but few enquires.
37A.13 ‘And see not ye that braid braid road,
That lies across yon lillie leven?
That is the path of wickedness,
Tho some call it the road to heaven.
37A.14 ‘And see not ye that bonny road,
Which winds about the fernie brae?
That is the road to fair Elfland,
Whe[re] you and I this night maun gae.
37A.15 ‘But Thomas, ye maun hold your tongue,
Whatever you may hear or see,
For gin ae word you should chance to speak,
You will neer get back to your ain countrie.’
37A.16 He has gotten a coat of the even cloth,
And a pair of shoes of velvet green,
And till seven years were past and gone
True Thomas on earth was never seen.
It’s an early version of ‘the red pill’. If you take a particular path – to knowledge, you can’t come back. And you must hold your tongue (to the unenlightened – who won’t understand, and will just as soon shun you).
http://www.sacred-texts.com/neu/eng/child/ch037.htm
http://myths.e2bn.org/mythsandlegends/origins530-thomas-the-rhymer-and-the-queen-of-elfland.html
Eloquent. Yes. That I can’t seem to hold my tongue is a long-standing problem. As I’ve said, I haven’t changed any minds (one or two exceptions) and am pretty much preaching to the choir here, as my many ‘unsubscribes’ attest.
You can’t find the open minded or enlightened unless you loosen your tongue. It’s a double-edged sword. Either they reveal themselves a fellow traveller, or they shun you.
There are many who believe 911 was a simple FF contrived by the neocons to permit the US to engage in expansionism and to dominate the Middle East, etc.
This may well be a pretense at some levels, but 911 was actually a summoning of The Elect.
The effect it has had upon you was intended. That’s the noodle baker. 😉
Came across this quote awhile back….” I would rather be hated for who I am, than loved for who I am not.”
If I may speak to this, as I feel my mind has been changed by you. There are people out there (myself included) who make no effort to change minds. I find that the “thing” that we are up against to be simply too large to “fight” in any real sense. So all I do is try to pay attention and use my brain and deductive abilities to their fullest to see the BS and stay “awake”. At this point in society, it must be assumed that most people are “turned off”, and I don’t try to burst their bubble. I see your blog as a good place for the like-minded, but I don’t see it as my personal mission to change minds. Now I am contemplating whether my approach is wrong or not? I feel that there may be a hidden legion in society who deep down is “awake” even though they would never fight to change minds. This ultimately could be very useful as there could become a tipping point where nobody is afraid to say “the Emperor wears no clothes!”
Eric, yes, you can’t change the world, but you can understand the world, and that changes you. The better your understanding, the better it is for you – though sometimes it may not seem like it.
Just keep going. Keep learning. Don’t be too shy to find others, to exchange ideas, discoveries, theories, etc.
But know that there is a duality. At the same time as there is an effort to keep the understanding hidden, so there is an effort to encourage those who can understand to do so. This is why many staged events seem a tad incompetent/inept, as if the man behind the curtain wanted to be discovered (by those sufficiently percipient).
Hi Allan,
I understand your complete frustration with the two RV women, people in general seem relentlessly asleep, so much so that it becomes beyond tiresome. inevitably irritation is the only possible end result when you try to broach these subjects with a large proportion of people. As for “J”: He has “Memory Holed” you . Whether he genuinely does this in a true Orwellian definition or not, I cannot say. I get the feeling, from your description of him, that he does remember but that introspective reflection and contrition are beyond him, sadly. I always feel that I am being tested for a reaction when I have had to deal with people like this, it’s like they are expecting tacit agreement.
No apology necessary, classic example of adding insult to injury from “J”, he needs a concrete surfboard if you ask me.
Relentlessly asleep. Love it.
The extent of J’s ‘conscious knowledge’ of ‘real history’ is an interest of mine, as it reflects something profound about what’s really wrong with the world.
Now this is the Allan Weisbecker I keep checking this blog looking for. I look forward to joes reply, but I not gonna hold my breath.
FYI, I also emailed Joe reminding him of actual events and asked him to try a little self-reflection; ask himself how plausible is it that I’m making up this whole story, etc. I was a lot mellower in tone than my post, asked him to self-reflect for his own sake, etc. I of course have not heard back and would be surprised if I ever do, via email or here…
The ‘grim shadow’ is too world-shaking for most….
A lack of response would indicate he understands your version of history, no? Otherwise, he would put forth evidence to justify his version of [his]story… I mean, if he truly believed his version of [his]story, then why not continue to do so here in the comments! We are all ears and I don’t want to pass judgement until I’ve heard both sides.
Joe, we are all ears.
I feel like I should make the first comment: An apology if it appears that I’ve used the blog to settle a personal score. I think if you hang in, the next post will clarify why I wrote this. I started it thinking I’d make it to the real point, but it got so long that I decided to make it a two-parter.