Ernest Hemingway was a spy for the Kremlin

Stylistically, Ernest Hemingway was one of my biggest influences. We both grew up in Illinois and started our careers in journalism, although he was two generations ahead of me. Before Hemingway, most writers affected an embellished style filled with flowery adjectives, similar to early styles of oratory. Hemingway led the change to writing in a simple and clear voice, without all the affectations. Louis Armstrong did the same thing in music, when he dropped those affected accents used by dudes like Al Jolson and all the other pop singers of that time.

But I never could fathom Hemingway’s macho spirituality, and it took me a long time to understand why he took his own life (he was going senile, which may have been aggravated by electroshock therapy, and wanted to die with dignity). Hemingway started out supporting the Marxist regime change in Spain and became an ardent anti-Nazi during WWII. But did you know Hemingway also volunteered to be a spy for Stalin and took the code name “Argo” from the KGB? Just one of the many revelations coming from the recently uncovered KGB files. Apparently, Papa didn’t manifest any useful info for the Kremlin, as he cared little for politics in practice, preferring his holy trinity of fishing, fucking and drinking. After a while, the KGB quietly deactivated him.

Hemingway had a fellow traveler who also volunteered for the epic fight against fascism in Spain, and that would be George Orwell, another immense influence on my young journalism career. Orwell initially supported Marxism, but got jaded as both Homage to Catalonia and Animal Farm blew the lid off that myth Marxism is a viable, working paradigm and not just another complex dogma system for mind control. Marxism was a carefully controlled op, set-up as the dialectical opponent to fascism, but it basically was run by the same banks, which is why Marxism produced nothing but dictatorships, and in practice is just another steely form of fascism hidden under a velvet glove. Of course, Orwell revealed these secrets in his landmark book 1984, which is so much in vogue today with the NSA revelations.

But things can be a lot more complicated than they seem, and just as Hemingway was briefly a Kremlin spy, there’s evidence to suggest Orwell may have been a spook himself. See, journalists and writers make really useful spooks, especially when it comes to producing propaganda. Before he became a radical, Orwell was educated at Eton and served as a Colonial police officer in Burma. Then his life took a sudden new direction.

Recently, MI5 declassified documents about Orwell, and I have to say, they draw an interesting picture. Police in Wigam, a mining town, first reported Orwell to MI5 in 1936, when the writer was 33. Although he was a known communist organizer and MI5 already had a file on him that had been opened in 1929, MI5 took no action and never investigated him once? In 1942, while Orwell was working for the BBC in India, he was again reported by police, who noted he “dressed in a bohemian fashion while at work and had ‘advanced Communist views.’”

Yet MI5 again did nothing to investigate this Commie journalist working for the BBC? Seems odd, doesn’t it? When asked if Orwell should remain an accredited journalist during WWII, MI5 responded cryptically “The Security Services have records of this man, but raise no objection to his appointment.” Recently, MI5 tried to reform opinions of Orwell by releasing a document showing he gave a long list of names to MI5 on his deathbed at 46. The names were all people Orwell suspected of being secret Stalin supporters. Why would Orwell do that, if he wasn’t a spook himself?

But the rabbit hole goes even deeper. Orwell’s commander and closest friend in Spain was Georges Kopp, who we now know was an agent for both MI5 and the Nazi Vichy regime in France. While Kopp was working for MI5, his handler was Anthony Blunt, a member of the notorious Cambridge 5, all traitors who fled to Russia after they were uncovered. Or were they?

When Kopp was captured in Spain, unlike all other rebel officers, he was spared execution. Who was Kopp really working for anyway? And who was Blunt working for? And who was Orwell working for? It’s hard to tell for certain. And that’s why they call deep politics a “wilderness of mirrors.”

When MI5 or the CIA or even the KGB opens up secret files, do you really think they spill all the beans? Or are they carefully controlling the future by controlling the past? War is a managed profit stream and the same bankers often fund and secretly control both sides. Orwell got a good glimpse into how this system actually works and although 1984 was written as a glimpse into the far away future, in fact, Orwell was describing the current system of controlling language, meaning and oppositional forces. Because if there’s going to be an oppositional force to what you’re doing, it’s best if you create that force in secret so it never does any unintended damage to your bottom line. And that, my friends, is how spooks play their games.

Tripping with The Baronet in 1967

Meet Sir Thomas Willes Chitty, 3rd Baronet, grandson of a former Master of the Supreme Court and managing editor of Halsbury’s Laws of England, who’d been elevated in 1924. In the complex world of British peerage, the Baronet resides in a somewhat grey area betwixt commoner and royal, the lowliest of inherited titles.

After a brief stint in the Royal Navy, Chitty decided to become a novelist, something that may have been encouraged by a contest he won while at University College in Oxford challenging anyone to imitate the first 150 words of an unpublished Graham Greene novel. (Greene was England’s most famous living novelist at the time, although few knew he was also attached to MI6, reporting to Kim Philby, who’d later defect to Russia after spending decades spying for the Communists while running the Soviet desk at SIS.) Strangely, the second, third, and fourth-place winners of that same contest turned out to be Graham Greene himself, submitting under pseudonyms.

While his first novel (Mr. Nicholas) was well-received, it failed to sell enough copies to support Chitty and his new wife Susan, who was also an aspiring novelist, so he took a job as a publicist for Shell Petroleum. Mr. Nicholas had been a blistering critique of suburban English life, exposing the hypocrisy of the upper class, while his next book, For the Good of the Company, published in 1961, took on his former bosses at Shell.

In 1967, Chitty landed a cushy writer-in-residence at the University of Illinois. It was a similar appointment to the one John Cage had recently landed, only Cage was attached to the music department. Landing in the cornfields of Illinois at the beginning of the psychedelic revolution was an eye-opening experience, and when Chitty returned to England, he published High, a fictionalized account of his year at Illinois. In 2014, when he passed over to the great beyond (and his son inherited his title), Chitty’s obit in The Telegraph included this line: “The novel High, which he wrote shortly after his return from America, gives some clue to the impact the counter-culture revolution of the time had had upon him. He admitted that taking LSD was ‘the most enjoyable thing I’ve done in 20 years.’ He tried it, he said, because his most intelligent students recommended it.”

In order to protect his famous family’s reputation, Chitty published all his books under the pseudonym Thomas Hinde, and only one or two can be found on Amazon USA, so you have to search deeper but copies are available for a pittance on other sites. High was somewhat experimental and quite entertaining, especially for anyone familiar with the U of I campus during the late sixties. The main character is a British author-in-residence who conducts an affair with a student while consorting with a rebel crowd of misfits. It contained a novel within a novel as the protagonist struggles to write a book that parallels his experience. When it first appeared, High was compared favorably to Nabokov’s masterpiece, Pale Fire. I would compare it with one of my favorite novels, The Hair of Harold Roux, written by the great Thomas Williams, who was greatly overshadowed by his famous student John Irving.

I believe I have a cameo in the book. You see, there was a house near Lincoln and Nevada Streets that held frequent beer bashes attended by the literary crowd, as well as by me and Larry and Bugsy. You’d typically find us gathered around the refrigerator, guarding the beer supply. The key giveaway is we wore black leather jackets favored by Black Panthers. Bugsy had recently brought in the first major delivery of LSD from the streets of San Francisco, and one of those blue capsules may have ended up in Chitty’s mouth.

If you want a glimpse at life at the U of I from a distinctly British perspective, this book delivers, though it might take some time locating a copy. One suspects the public libraries in town as well as the University library might have one.

Shoot-out at the C-U corral

According to the book The Countess and the Mob by Maureen Hughes, some of Champaign’s noted families (Robeson and Davis) helped keep Champaign wet during Prohibition. Another name connected with gangsters were the Sansones, an 11-member family born in Sicily that had immigrated through Ellis Island before settling in Champaign.

Michael Sansone’s profitable taffy concession stand was kept at Crystal Lake when it wasn’t touring the summer county fairs, while his brother Henry’s popcorn wagon was parked near the Virginia Theater. That popcorn had the most amazing taste and I’m sure many others tried to coax out the secret ingredient to no avail.

Local lawyer Julius Hirshfeld was one of Henry’s regular customers and Henry’s stories of pheasant hunting on his property somehow spread through Hirshfeld all the way to Al Capone, and thus began the annual pheasant hunting pilgrimages to the Sansone property just outside Champaign.

According to local legend, sometimes Capone and his boys would rent out the entire Turk’s Head rather than drive back to Chicago. The other option was booking the top three floors at the fanciest hotel in Champaign, located across the street from the train station. Turk’s Head may have used by his crew when they wanted to keep a low profile while in town, as the police station and newspaper office were all clustered within a block of that train station, while Turk’s Head was buried in campus-town.

Henry realized that setting up hunting trips could be quite lucrative and decided to expand his hunting schedule to include George Bugs Moran, an enemy of Capone. This shouldn’t have been a problem, writes Hughes, Sansone scheduled Moran and his boys on opposite weekends from when Capone was down.

This would have worked well, except the scheduling was done by word of mouth, and one weekend the dates got mixed up. One particular Saturday when Moran was hunting, three black cars pulled up two hours later, and five men got out, including Al Capone. Everyone was dressed in hunting gear, so it was hard to positively identify anyone. By mid-morning, the men from both gangs were just two or three hundred feet apart when one of Capone’s men asked why Moran was there.

That’s all it took for the shooting to start.

Both gangs retreated to their cars, and several had to lie in the back seats all the way to Chicago because they had lead shot in their rear ends. So ended the hunting trips to Champaign.

Suspected Illuminati operations and how they work

In terms of influence and notoriety, the Illuminati remain the world’s dominating secret society, but since the topic has been drowned by disinfo ops, few have any concept of the true nature of of its evolution.

The society was devised by Adam Weishaupt, a law professor at a Jesuit University. Weishaupt had been suddenly elevated to a leading post when the Vatican declared war on the Jesuits, a confrontation that was momentary, but one that forced German Jesuits into Russia for a brief time to seek sanctuary, leaving their assets, businesses and schools in hands they trusted.

Because Freemasonry was the most powerful force driving an enlightenment towards democracies that would respect basic human rights, Weishaput devised a plot to infest masonry secretly from within. He was undoubtedly not the first to come up with this concept. Surely the East India Company and many of the earliest intelligence operatives in England had similar plots well underway. This is because if there’s going to be a revolution, it’s best your secret agents modulate it so as not to do damage to your bottom line.

Weishaput was a bit of a genius when it came to devising secret plots. Here are a few of his rules:

target the heads of lodges and societies, and avoid the general riffraff;

recruit virtuous and non-virtuous members, and keep those two groups separate;

never let most members know anyone but their handler;

use attractive females, not as members, but as bait to attract targets.

Prospective members provided a detailed biography that included their most treasured desires, and were promised elevation into the upper ranks of society in return. It was relatively easy to elevate a few, and use the few successes to capture bigger targets. They were also led to believe a secret counsel of magical masters ran the organization, when, in fact, it was Weishaupt reporting to the Jesuits who’d raised him from birth. It’s also worth noting that the society was founded by a list of prominent German nobles who were interested in fomenting religious freedom in order to unify the German people, indicating it was a spook operation from day one.

Dorhn declares total war on America.

The installation of Lenin to create the first Communist state reminds me greatly of the installation of Bernadette Dohrn as leader of the SDS. Relatively few people were involved in both actions, and both actions involved seizing the center of gravity quickly and demonizing moderate opposition as counter-revolutionary. Ever since the bankers installed Lenin, Communism has been the center of gravity on revolution around the globe. So you can have the CIA/Wall Street gut your economy and raid your resources, or you can have covert Russian military support for a coup which, if successful, will install a military dictatorship. Either way, democracy will not win. This is simply because the banks have no interest in democracies, only profit streams.

You’d have to be pretty naive at this point to believe the Weather Underground was anything but a CIA plot to destroy the SDS, which was a non-violent student organization bent on making the USA a real democracy. The operation really gained its momentum through the assassination of Fred Hampton, the greatest activist at the time, and the person who invented the phrase “rainbow coalition.” Fred successfully ended the gang wars in Chicago, and was then invited to become chairman of the Black Panther Party, which he immediately turned into a non-violent organization. But when Fred was obviously assassinated by the Chicago police, the Weather Underground shifted the center of gravity towards violence as the only logical response. (“They’re killing us!”).

Patti Astor, who would later create the most influential art gallery of her time, was there, and saw it all go down.

“SDS was really gathering steam at that point poised to become a real force and Weather Underground blew the whole thing to shit. It was a serious like almost body snatching scenario where one day everything was fine and the next people you KNEW were screaming about getting in cells and tons of crazy shit.”

All you have to do is follow the money.

Suspected Illuminati operations include:

The French Revolution and Reign of Terror

Creation of the Church of Latter Day Saints

The Civil War and conversion of the South into a banana republic

Installation of Wall Street as the financial center of America

The Serbian Revolution and destruction of the Ottoman Empire

World War I

Installation of Communism in Russia

World War II

Re-installation of Israel in Palestine

Creation of the Weather Underground

9/11

Who is the real King of Cannabis?

Why Nevil, of course.

And was Operation Green Merchant designed to steal Nevil’s throne?

There seems to be some sort of ongoing disinfo op to minimize the essential role of Nevil’s Seed Bank in establishing the core genetics employed around the world today. I have to wonder where Nevil would be today had it not been for Operation Green Merchant, a New Orleans-centered op wherein a prosecutor claimed the Cannabis Cup I created was a front for seed distribution, and by buying ads in High Times, Nevil was shuffling his illegal profits to the magazine. In the media, Operation Green Merchant was played as an attack on High Times magazine, but in hindsight, I suspect Nevil was the real target, simply because he ended up neutralized, leaving the door open for Michael Taylor and Dave Watson.

If you want to get the necessary background, check my previous blog: “The Mysterious Mr. Watson,” But to summarize: There’s a disinfo meme Watson used me as a tool to create the Cannabis Cup so the DEA could bust people. Two disinfo specialists are pushing this theory, and it’s standard spook practice to wrap jewels of knowledge inside easily-disproved fabrications, a magic trick that puts a mirror on top of what should be a picture window. But in trying to disentangle myself from this meme, I became the tar baby for the theory first vocalized online by Shantibaba (of Mr. Nice Seeds), who suggested Taylor and Watson might be spooks, a theory he’d actually picked up from Nevil.

Although the comment was made somewhat innocently in an Italian Internet forum, Nevil had already put respected Dutch drug policy expert Mario Lap into action, providing him with some documentation and pretty soon Lap had marshaled evidence that supported Nevil’s suspicions. And Lap made enough noise Watson soon lost his legal grow op for a time because the Dutch don’t like American spooks playing in their backyard.

When Watson first arrived in the mid-1980s, he’d joined forces with Wernard Bruining, who’d founded the first coffeeshop Mellow Yellow (after the Donovan song) in 1972. However, Bruining became alarmed by the scale of Watson and Taylor’s mission for world cannabis domination, and soon withdrew from the team. Around this time all Mellow Yellow grow ops got busted and these were the first indoor grow busts in Holland’s history.

I’m not connecting any dots, I just find it interesting someone is trying to use me as the mirror to shield Watson. But that original blog I wrote is taking on a life of it’s own, and has already drawn comments from Watson and Reeferman, once partners on a plan to wrest control of the Mexican weed market. Good thing Watson didn’t join that mission as originally planned, because that massive grow op went down as well, and Reeferman was apparently the only one who walked out alive.

I realize Watson has a booster team supporting his role in documenting and assembling important cannabis strains, and he rewards them with his marvelous hash, but I couldn’t help but notice an illuminating comment made by Nevil online a few years ago:

“It would have been about ’95, but I’m terrible with dates, but I was working at the Castle for Ben and they came to see me. They wanted to enlist my help in delineating the ancestries of the strains that I had put out. Ben still wasn’t selling anything that I hadn’t made (to the best of my knowledge). I found this to be a remarkable request for a number of reasons. I asked them why? What followed rocked my world. They told me that they were cooperating with the Australian Federal Police, who wanted to establish links between growing operation in Australia using genetic fingerprinting and the information I was to provide. This would lead to longer prison sentences. I’d recently done 11 months in maximum security remand in Australia and alarm bells are going off in my head like crazy. But I can be cool under pressure and decided to draw them out. They knew I had children in Australia and couldn’t go and see them. The suggestion was raised that cooperating might help my chances to be able to go back. They thought they had me. I said that I needed time to consider this proposal and needed some kind of documentary proof that they were genuine. No problem, I was told. On a later visit I was provided with documents from the Australian Federal Police demonstrating that this and much more was indeed the case. I said that I wished to show these documents to a legal adviser before making any decisions and was given their permission to do so. I went to Mario Lap, who used to work for the N.I.A.D. (Dutch institute for alcohol and drugs) and was an adviser to the Dutch Labor Party on cannabis affairs. He has a good paralegal mind and is well acquainted with law as it relates to cannabis. He was horrified as to the implications of those documents and didn’t particularly like American spooks operating in his back yard. He made further inquiries with the various Dutch ministries as to who these people were and who they were connected with and how they got their permits for Hortapharm. Mario is on record as to what he concluded and how that lead to their losing the Hortapharm license, My repeating it would only be hearsay. He may still have the original documents. Some time later when Hortapharm had lost their license and the Dutch law had been changed and seed breeding was illegal in Holland, we were all fairly bitter. Sam wanted a showdown which Arjan ended up organizing. Sam, Rob, Arjan and I met in a coffee shop. I don’t think Scott [Shantibaba] was there. They accused me of bringing down Hortapharm and I accused them of destroying the Dutch scene in order to get a monopoly. They came with their rationalizations the end justifying the means etc, but neither of us denied anything much. Nothing was achieved and we never saw each other again.” —N.

What do you think would happen to the world cannabis seed market if Nevil ever restarted his original Seed Bank in Australia and began shipping seeds globally wherever cannabis is legal? I’m hoping someday takes on this mission and wrests back a dominant share of the seed marketplace, the one he’d captured before George Soros and his agents around the world were put in place, seemingly to manifest genetically-modified cannabis patented by Monsanto, because that’s the direction they seem to be headed in. Soros is funding the marijuana movement on many levels, as well as a big chunk of the alternative media.

And in closing this blog, I’m reminded of another suspicious piece of evidence. A reporter in Australia recently wrote an article on Nevil’s planned re-emergence, and was able to locate the key snitch who informed on Nevil to bring him down, and it turned out to be someone who worked for Nevil for four years named Ray Cogo, who owns a cannabis fertilizer company today and claims to have grown all the early Cup winners with his hydro solutions. In fact, Cogo is likely taking credit for Nevil’s formulas, after snitching him out to the Feds. And nobody seems to notice, least of all the crackpot trying to use me as a mirror, who promotes Cogo’s product line.

And speaking of stealing credit, this awakens the long-slumbering memory of Nevil showing me how to make waterhash in his kitchen in the Castle in the early 1990s. The water coming from his tap was a micro degree above freezing and he put ground buds in a jar, filled it with tap water, and the resin floated to the bottom. No need for any patents or silkscreens. Funny how Nevil’s satori moment got turned into everyone else’s idea but Nevil’s.

So when people ask me who is the real King of Cannabis, I have to tell the truth: the title moves around depending on who has the center of gravity on cannabis seeds at any given moment in history. But Nevil was the first to establish the crown in our lifetimes. And as a past champion, he will always retain the possibility of a comeback. In fact, I’ll lace up the gloves for that mission if it means unseating Monsanto.

The Mysterious Mr. Watson

He was called Sam the Skunkman when I first met him, which was in Amsterdam.

Craig Copetus was the first to write about Nevil’s Seed Bank operation in Holland. Nevil was a recovering heroin addict who had obtained a government grant to start a cannabis seed business as part of his recuperation. Prior to that Nevil had been making hash oil and barely survived an explosion. Nevil was a pioneer in altered states of consciousness who just happened to have a serious interest in breeding. Anyway, even though Nevil took out an ad in High Times, I didn’t pay attention to the Seed Bank until Craig’s story was published in a Washington DC magazine.

So I went off to Holland to meet Nevil, and was waylaid by Sam the Skunk man and Robert Connell Clarke immediately after that meeting happened. They wanted to give me their spin on Nevil’s operation, and the quality of Dutch homegrown versus Cali homegrown, which was vast. They also let me know they’d reaped a fortune selling seeds to Nevil.

Now certain disinfo agents spread the story Sam ordered me to start the Cannabis Cup so the DEA could survey growers. Truth is, Sam had no idea I’d be inventing the Cannabis Cup later that year, as I didn’t even get the idea until I was on the plane home.

Did Sam’s stories of the Santa Cruz harvest festivals of the 1970s influence me? Of course. But Sam never presented himself as a major player in those harvest festivals, or even the boss of Sacred Seeds, or the breeder of Skunk #1, which was his primary strain. The story I got was Skunk #1 popped up unexpectedly and everybody loved it, and it won some early harvest festivals. Which is pretty much the story you get about most of the famous strains.

When I returned to Holland for the first Cannabis Cup months later, Sam was there to greet me. He wasn’t sure he wanted Cultivator’s Choice, the name of his new Seed Company, to enter the first Cannabis Cup, which so far consisted of Nevil’s Seed Bank and Ben Dronkers’ Sensi Seeds. As I recall the Sensi Seed strains were all freshly harvested and we couldn’t smoke them without running the samples through a microwave. It would take another year for many to catch on to the importance of curing, and keep in mind some people in the industry weren’t even stoners. Nevil didn’t care whether he won, or whether Skunk #1 won, because he had both Skunk #1 and Northern Lights. The final decision was not Dave Watson’s, but something entirely decided by grow guru Bram Frank and I because we liked the taste. The only other judge was the photographer Jiffy Schnack, who preferred Northern Lights. Nevil at the time was into dry sift made from Haze, which he kept to himself, while Sam and Robert were smoking full-melt Skunk #1, and were giddy about the way it turned to liquid when they hit it with a flame. This was all new to me.

A few years later, Arjan of the Greenhouse showed me a report by Mario Lap indicating Sam was really Dave Watson, who’d been busted in Santa Cruz one month before arriving in Amsterdam. And he’d supposedly arrived in Amsterdam with hundreds of thousands of seeds for sale one month after his bust. After selling the seeds to Nevil, who was making a fortune at the time in cash sales, Watson got the only license to study medicinal cannabis in Holland. It sure looked like Watson was secretly working with some powerful forces, and those operations might include tracking the ID’s of all the strains of the world and documenting the growers and dealers distributing them.

I would not be surprised if Watson was a spook at one time, and I can guarantee the world of illegal drugs is filled with spooks in all possible nooks and crannies. He went on to co-found Hortapham, which made the deal with GW Pharma, which made the bigger, better deal with Bayer, the powerhouse in European medicine. Surely you realize big money is an Octopus that pulls strings everywhere it goes? Truth is, however, Watson lost his fortune when his shares were revoked. Or at least, that’s the story I was told.

But on the other hand, I notice some trolls twisting this tale and inventing details, like Watson “ordered” me to create the Cannabis Cup so he could use the event to gather intelligence. Under that theory, you can basically end all harvest festivals or gatherings of any sort because radical conferences are always milked for intel. I started the event to create a standard for cannabis seeds, and that’s exactly what happened. What Watson represented was the arrival of the West Coast hybrids into Europe.

Meanwhile all the paranoia about Watson tracking the DNA of every cannabis strain worldwide so growers everywhere would be busted is about to evaporate, isn’t it? Even if they have a list in the works for the last twenty years, it won’t be much good in two or three years when cannabis becomes legal everywhere.

I’d say we’re on the downside of the tipping point.

The Truth About Stanley Kubrick And The Illuminati

Stanley Kubrick has provided more fodder for the disinfo mills than any other single person in history, and I don’t think it’s an accident.

Maybe you saw the French documentary about Kubrick being hired by Nixon to produce a fake moon landing just in case something went wrong with Apollo 11 so the world would not suspect the USA had failed. That film was a masterful hoax, built on top of a swelling rumor that The Shining was actually a puzzle intended to tell the world that the moon landings were faked. You can’t believe the number of so-called serious researchers who have been hoodwinked by this scam.

This rabbit hole was the beginning of a new sort of counterintelligence op, one very popular today, in which movies are read as containing secret messages about what is going to happen in the next few years. According to this meme, a black magic cult that worships Aleister Crowley runs the world, and the media is a tool for conveying secret mind control messages. I speak, of course, of that group popularly known as the “Illuminati.”

I have no doubt a powerful oligarchy runs secret global operations through a wilderness of mirrors shielding their true intentions and identity, and sometimes deploy tactics invented by a Bavarian professor of Catholic law at a Jesuit university, but they probably also deploy lessons learned from Machiavelli, Clauswitz, Sun Tzu, Bernays, and all the great masters of mass mind control. I also I know a tremendous amount of hoaxing is going on around who the Illluminati are and what they are planning to do, and a bunch of this involves scapegoating Kubrick as part of their inner circle, a man who was supposedly murdered because he released Eyes Wide Shut and revealed a secret ceremony in an attempt to warn the world.

Kubrick did die shortly after finishing that film, but after all, he was 70 and passed away comfortably in his sleep with zero signs of foul play. His widow participated in the French film hoax, probably because she was tired of dealing with the rumors of his supposed connection to NASA and the moon landings. You can’t believe the number of people who still swallow the story, despite the many clues throughout the film it’s a joke.

And by the way, I’m sure NASA is stacked with Masons of the 33rd Degree, as well as having been built on the backs of Nazi scientists secretly reconditioned with new identities (although Werner Von Braun was allowed to keep his), but I also believe the “faked moon landings” is a meme constructed as a propaganda op. In order to conceal real conspiracies like the JFK assassination and 9/11, they create a Tin Foil Hat Patrol, whose real objective is to make all conspiracy theory seem ridiculous.

The name of this game is to get millions of Americans believing the most ridiculous shit possible and they test the boundaries all the time, primarily with click-bait websites designed like the supermarket tabloids. The edge keeps moving deeper into delusion all the time. The more they spread ridiculous conspiracy stories, the more ridiculous they make all deep political researchers appear. And that’s why disinfo reverberates all across the internet while real research has trouble finding an audience.

Numerology plays a roll in these ops because numbers are easy to play with and can always be deployed to connect dots that don’t really connect. According to one dude, the shirt Danny wears wears is a reference to Bill Clinton, the 42nd President.

I find that a bit of a stretch considering Kubrick is a Jewish kid who grew up in the Bronx in the 1950s, a time and place when “42” stood for Jackie Robinson. But is it worth mentioning that in the Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy the number 42 is the secret meaning of everything? I could go on forever like this.

Of course the key number in The Shining is 237, after the room where the dad goes crazy. There’s even a entire documentary just on 237 conspiracy theories. Some will tell you 237 is actually also a reference to 42, as in 2x3x7. Others will claim it’s a reference to the moon being 237,000 miles from the earth (it’s not). See how easy it is to play this game?

Reality is you can mine a movie for details and numbers like this and produce any sort of complex dogmas you want. But none of it means anything real. Kubrick worked almost exclusively with books and scripts and his core ideas stemmed out of other artists. In the original book by Stephen King, the dangerous room was #217, so of course Kubrick had to put his own spin on it. Why he referenced 237 could have been for purely personal reasons, or because he wanted the numbers to add up to 12, or because that was the number on a house he once lived at. It doesn’t matter and it plays zero role in understanding or appreciating the film either way.

The Stanley.

The Overlook Hotel, by the way, was modeled off two hotels, one in Colorado (The Stanley) and the other in New York State (The Mohonk Mountain House). King was certainly familiar with both. In fact, he stayed in room #217 at The Stanley (which is actually one of two rooms supposed to be haunted at that hotel). The Stanley was a playground for the rich and famous with a Rocky Mountain view, built by the founder of the Stanley Steamer. The Mohonk Mountain House (which is actually a huge Victorian castle) was built by a Quaker and used for world peace conferences before the United Nations appeared on the scene. It’s the Mohonk Mountain House that has the crucial labyrinth that plays such a key role in the climax of the film. Another nearby hotel that may have played a role was the Overlook Mountain House just above Woodstock, New York, which burned down in 1875, was rebuilt, and burned down again in 1921.

So please don’t fall for the disinfo so we can better support legitimate conspiracy research.

The most interesting tidbit I came up with while researching this blog? After United Artists bought the film rights to Lord of the Rings, the Beatles wanted to play the hobbits and asked Kubrick to direct, but he declined, saying the story was not suitable for film.

Was Uri Geller always a spook?

Puharich and Geller.

Geller arrived on the scene courtesy of Andrija Puharich, a U.S. Army officer from Edgewood Arsenal Research Laboratories and Camp Detrick, where he frequently consorted in secret with high-ranking officers from Pentagon, CIA and Naval Intelligence (perhaps the spookiest of all the spook agencies). Detrick was the heart of MK/Ultra, the CIA’s most closely guarded secret. Puharich organized seances for the oligarchy that really rules North America and he became Geller’s biggest champion.

The spoon bending trick was an obvious scam from day one. If he really had telekinesis, why not reveal multiple proofs, and not stick with metal spoons, something easily rigged with some deft slight-of-hand. Hard to fathom how he achieved such fame with such a lame trick, but perhaps the Mighty Wurlitzer assisted his rise as that sort of scam is standard procedure for spook ops, and certainly Blavatsky and Crowley come to mind in regard to phony claims of psychic powers made by obvious spooks.

A filmmaker from England just released a documentary on Geller claiming this magician—who claims telepathic powers were taught to him by aliens—was really doing a lot of work for national security as a psychic out-of-body voyager. My instant thought: is MI6 behind this in order to bilk profits from an old operation? That’s how cynical I am. Otherwise, why would the biggest newspapers in England be promoting this conspiracy film?

One wonders how much money Geller was paid by various intelligence agencies over the years and I can’t wait for the Hollywood movie, since this feels like an orchestrated follow-up to the movie about staring at goats that was so successful, the first peek onto psychic weirdness at the highest level of the Pentagon.

“We use footage from the CIA-funded film record of the Uri Geller experiments, and we then track stories about Uri’s involvement in events ranging from the Israeli commando raid on Entebbe through to his participation in the search for Osama bin Laden, with a mysterious sidebar as a federal agent for the Mexican government. Forty years of psychic operations,” writes Vikram Jayanti, in today’s Guardian, who goes on to assert: “In the film, someone well positioned to know suggests that rather than being shut down in 1995, the use of psychic operatives by the US government and military has merely gone deeper black. If that’s the case, then perhaps Geller is still at work in the shadows.”

“I was raped by George Bush”

After barmaid Hattie Carroll was struck on the shoulder by a cane wielded by abusive and drunken William Zantzinger, she soon collapsed and died. It was only a three or four sentences in the papers at the time, but young Bob Dylan seized on that story to write one of his most political songs, The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll.

But where were the songwriters forty years later when Margie Schoedinger was murdered? Margie was a successful black woman who ran her own company and was working on a Ph.D. She lived in a suburb of Houston and was happily married.

One day in 2002 she and her husband were visited by three men who claimed to be FBI agents. What happened next is a bit confusing, since both she and her husband were drugged and apparently sexually assaulted by different people at different times, although details remain sketchy due to the drugs involved. However, Margie says she wasn’t drugged until after coming face-to-face with George W. Bush, who raped her and said he would have her killed if she told anyone.

Well, Margie didn’t listen to that advice and immediately filed charges with the Sugar Land County police, and, naturally, instantly became the subject of around-the-clock surveillance and harassment. Margie never went to the press and spoke to no one about this case outside of her own family, but by filing charges she had created a matter of public record, one that was universally ignored by the entire North American media at the time. What the police failed to tell anyone, however, was they had investigated her past and discovered that she had, in fact, known George Bush when they were both teens, which made the case particularly sticky and potentially explosive.

Very soon, however, Margie was dead of a gunshot to the head and the death ruled a suicide. Meanwhile, her relatives seem to have disappeared (perhaps in terror?) and virtually nothing on this story can be found online anywhere, except for what little tidbits appeared in the European press. There are no pictures of Margie to be found anywhere.

It sort of harkens back to MK/Ultra and the concept of a privileged deviant elite that believes they have a completely different set of rules on morality, or lack there-of. Why was it Monica Lewinsky was splattered all over the tabloids but Margie disappeared like a snow devil in a winter fog?

The entire Bush family has a dark history with many mysteries. Someday there will be a Godfather-like saga written about them, but that likely won’t come for decades, to protect the guilty, no doubt. For example, why did W save the life of admitted serial killer Henry Lee Lucas, who’d received a death sentence until Bush commuted that to life in prison. He was Governor of Texas and had a reputation for killing more prisoners than anyone else at the time. Texas executed 152 during his tenure, apparently more than any other Governor of any state in modern history, and during a time when crime rates were falling everywhere. So what is it that made Henry Lee Lucas so special?

Which brings me to this dude, Jeff Gannon, who was issued a White House press pass and gained a reputation for asking fawning powder puff questions, the sort Bush would have wanted to get asked. But an enterprising White House reporter started digging around the internet and found sexy pictures of Gannon on militarystuds.com, where his sexual services were advertised for $200 an hour.

After this disgrace, Gannon dropped out of sight for a while, but tried to continue as renegade journalist with explosive insider information and during the 2004 election, he claimed John Kerry was gay and would be the first openly gay president if elected, a story that seemed to serve the interest of his good friend George Bush.

You ask how I know they are friends? Well, here’s a moment Bush and Gannon had after one of those press conferences.

Roots of the first World War

Once one of the world’s greatest empires, the Islamic Ottoman empire began bleeding from a dozen cuts as nations surrounding it chipped away at its borders at the turn of the century. To save his empire from collapse, the Sultan made an alliance with the recently-unified Germany.

For hundreds of years, the boundaries of a heavily-divided Europe had been in flux, as had been the undivided Ottoman empire borders, based simply on strategic military interests and access to resources. But then while Europe nationalized from alliances of independent mini states into centralized imperial powers, Ottoman influence began fading fast. England had the world’s greatest navy, but Germany had the world’s greatest army, and if a Berlin-to-Baghdad railway line could be completed, it could allow German bases on the Black Sea and Persian Gulf, and permit unimpeded movement of German troops into Asia and Africa. The proposed railway line threatened economic competition with England’s control of the Gibraltar/Suez Canal route.

Prior to the invention of the steam engine, one of the greatest resources for war and trade was hemp, which was needed to outfit and propel ships-of-the-line, but suddenly the most important resource in the great game of war was coal for steam engines and dreadnought battleships. Due to her great coal reserves, England seldom looked abroad for energy, at least not until studies proved a ship run by oil was faster and more efficient than those run on coal. It was a young Secretary of the Navy named Winston Churchill who ordered the switch, something rapidly imitated by other great powers. Germany’s coal had been acquired from France as part of concessions after a recent war. Both Germany and England had sights set on Arabia, where immense oil reserves had just been located. Some of Russia’s oil fields had similarly been captured from the Ottomans. Whoever controlled the flow of oil out of Arabia would soon rule the future.

The only hiccup in Germany’s plan to take over the future world economy was the rising Balkan state of Serbia. Once a kernel in the great Ottoman empire, Serbia had established independence during the same nationalistic frenzy that had created Italy and Germany. Serbia was yearning to expand borders and unify its neighboring southern Slavic countries into one great Slavic nation. Meanwhile, Germany completed the Keil Canal linking the North and Baltic seas, a route that avoided the chokehold of getting dreadnoughts through the straits of Denmark. All these events created reverberations in the halls of military intelligence.

This is where the story gets complicated because Serbian military intelligence created a secret society obviously inspired (if not financed) by the Illuminati. They named it The Black Hand and deployed an icon not unlike the ones used by both Yale’s Skull & Bones and the Nazi SS. It appears in hindsight the Black Hand worked hand-in-glove with German, Austrian and Bosnian military intelligence to jumpstart the first world war with a carefully planned assassination of the heir to the Austrian throne, a man who had been urging greater Balkan independence, although his boss, the Emperor had just recently annexed Bosnia. The Black Hand tried first to assassinate the Emperor, but he was in his late eighties and didn’t have long to live anyway.

The Black Hand was created by Dragutin Dimitrijević after he orchestrated the murder of the King of Serbia and his wife in 1903. Officially, he became the “savior” of the nation for killing the king, as history is written by the winners, although fifteen years later Serbia concluded he was actually a traitor and executed him by firing squad in 1917. We can only wonder the full extent of the terror ops and various assassinations organized by the Black Hand, but it was the assassination of Archduke Ferdinand and his wife that sparked an Austrian invasion of Serbia that led to a world war.

You can watch a great film on Netflix titled Sarajevo that goes into some of the anomalies of this case. A group of 19-year-olds with tuberculosis were recruited to do the killing. Some had pistols, others had bombs. None of them knew much about the Black Hand and most of them punked out and did nothing but watch the parade go by. They were all naive, true-believing revolutionaries who thought they were tearing down the yokes of class division, while in truth, they were likely victims of an Illuminati operation to foment war, and the Black Hand was playing its own cards in the great game of spook versus counter spook. They probably picked terminally ill 19-year-olds because Bosnian law did not allow for the execution of anyone under 20.

When Leo Pfeffer was assigned to investigate the murder, he attempted to determine why no military were posted on the parade route, why the route was published in advance with the times the Archduke would pass through various intersections, and why after the Archduke survived the first bomb thrown at his vehicle, he was later driven back along the same route to a corner where another assassin was waiting for him to arrive. Like William Greer in Dealey Plaza, the driver of this car stopped inside the kill zone, and gave plenty of time for an assassin five feet away to aim and fire two shots. When Pfeffer attempted to interview this driver, he vanished. When Pfeffer tried to follow the trail of investigation, it led straight to an army doctor who seems to have been an undercover German agent. When he pulled the doctor’s file, great swaths had been blacked-out by Bosnian military intelligence. It didn’t matter much, however, because by the time this case finally went to trial, the first world war was already well under way.

Watch the film and similarities with JFK’s assassination in Dallas may jump out, which leads to a possibility that event could have been an Illuminati op as well. But that should not surprise since Bonesmen were all wrapped up in that event, and they are the only proven links to the society, while Illuminati links to the Black Hand have yet to be uncovered.