I had a very interesting weekend. Battling a minor-league cold, I did my duty and undertook a slightly-delayed commitment for a second screening colonoscopy, complete with two bottles of mag citrate, a squirt of IV propofol, and some color glossies after I woke up. (I passed the test, and a few other things too.]
After surveying the world via Internet Saturday evening and finding a few notable items (now old news noted over at http://www.occurrencesforeigndomestic.com/2013/12/17/is-my-spaulder-twitching/ ), I dropped down out of the loft office to the living room level and the TV where I stumbled across some historical offering on the World channel, that PBS/Ford Foundation/Aspen/globalist offering in disguise, and a show that spoke of the French and Indian War, the Abenaki Indians, Odanak [ http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Odanak ] and the search-and-destroy operation against it by Robert Rogers and his rangers [ http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robert_Rogers_(soldier)].
“Rogers’ Rangers was initially a provincial company from the colony of New Hampshire, attached to the British Army during the Seven Years War (called the French and Indian War in the United States). The unit was quickly adopted into the British army as an independent ranger company. It was trained by Major Robert Rogers as a rapidly deployable light infantry force tasked mainly with reconnaissance as well as conducting special operations against distant targets….”
[ http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rogers’_Rangers ]
“In 1759, the tide of the war turned and the British advanced on the city of Quebec. Major General Jeffrey Amherst, the newly appointed Commander-in-Chief of British forces in North America, had a brilliant and definitive idea: He dispatched Rogers and his rangers on an expedition far behind enemy lines to the west against the Abenakis at Saint-Francis in Quebec, a staging base for native raids into New England. Rogers led a force of two-hundred rangers from Crown Point, New York, deep into French territory to Saint-Francis.
At this time, the natives near Saint-Francis had given up their aboriginal way of life and were living in a town next to a French mission. Rogers burned the town and claimed to have killed 200-the actual number was 30 killed and 5 captured…. The destruction of Saint-Francis by Rogers was a major psychological victory: The colonists no longer felt that they were helpless. The residents of Saint-Francis — a combined group of Abenakis and others — understood that they were no longer beyond reach. Abenaki raids along the frontier did not cease, but significantly diminished.”
“Rogers evidenced an unusual talent for commanding his unit in conditions that the regular armies of the day were unaccustomed to working in. He took the initiative in mustering, equipping and commanding ranger units. He wrote an early guide for commanding such units as Robert Rogers’ 28 “Rules of Ranging”. The Queen’s York Rangers of the Canadian Army, the U.S. Army Rangers and the 1st Battalion 119th Field Artillery all claim Rogers as their founder, and “Rogers’ Standing Orders” are still quoted on the first page of the U.S. Army’s Ranger handbook.”
See also http://cbodanak.com/eng_pdf/2EN_jan_2009.pdf and
http://cbodanak.com/eng_pdf/13EN_SEPT_2012.pdf as well as
Then I changed channels as the snow fell and found one carrying IndiePlex movies where I watched Denys Arcand’s French-Canadian award-winning film “The Barbarian Invasions”, complete with some anti-American cynicism, some intellectualism of a socialist nature, mixed with a little ribaldry, some human warmth, amidst the tale of a man dying of terminal liver cancer. Denys Arcand is generally accepted as Quebec’s best film-maker and the film won more than one award. See the appropriate links below. What struck me were the quotes that, interestingly enough, were also selected at IMDB.
Remy: Contrary to belief, the 20th century wasn’t that bloody. It’s agreed that wars caused 100 million deaths. Add 10 million for the Russian gulags. The Chinese camps, we’ll never know, but say 20 million. So 130, 145 million dead. Not all that impressive. In the 16th century, the Spanish and Portuguese managed, without gas chambers or bombs, to slaughter 150 million Indians in Latin America. With axes! That’s a lot of work, sister. Even if they had church support, it was an achievement. So much so that the Dutch, English, French, and later Americans followed their lead and butchered another 50 million. 200 million dead in all! The greatest massacre in history took place right here. And not the tiniest holocaust museum. The history of mankind is a history of horrors.
Rémy: We’ve been everything: separatists, supporters of independantists, sovereignists, sovereignity-associanists…
Pierre: At first, we were existentialists.
Dominique: We read Sartre and Camus.
Claude: Then Fanon, we became anti-colonialists.
Rémy: We read Marcuse and became Marxists.
Rémy: After Solzhenitsyn we changed, we became structuralists.
Pierre: Is there an -ism we haven’t worshipped?
The film is available online at YouTube.
The Barbarian Invasions | Reviews | guardian.co.uk Film
Feb 20, 2004 – This grotesquely overpraised movie from Denys Arcand, now an Oscar nominee for best foreign film, is a jaded sequel to The Decline of the American Empire…
The Barbarian Invasions (Les Invasions Barbares) | Film | The …
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The Barbarian Invasions (Les Invasions Barbares) … a bleak, funny film about death, decay and change… [with] an intelligent interest in ideas rare in the cinema …
The movie won the 2004 Caesar Award (French equivalent of Oscar) for Best Picture, and the Best Screenplay and Best Actress (Marie-Josée Croze) award at the 2003 Cannes Film Festival. At first glance, an Oscar winner for Best Foreign picture about an middle-aged man dying of cancer might lead you to expect a deeply sensitive tale about family relations, raw emotions and loads of melodrama.
The Barbarian Invasions (Les Invasions Barbares) is not that movie, not quite. The movie is rather a celebration of life, cherishing fond memories, rekindling relationships and not losing yourself in the face of an imminent and impending death. (Read Review)
After the film, I went to bed. It was snowing heavily outside. I expected to have to get up relatively early to brush off and carve out the car from its assigned parking space.
Indeed, five hours later, the plows woke me up, along with the voices of the men shoveling the sidewalks. I live in a condo complex, collective living in miniature. I threw on some sweat clothes, slapped on the new LL Bean snow sneakers, grabbed the stiff-bristle broom from the garage, and ventured out into the cold, white, encrusted world. After about ten swipes with the broom on the back of the SUV, I thought that the work might be more difficult than I had expected and that perhaps I should re-assess my approach when, ping OUCH, my internal pacemaker fired. [It’d just been replaced last fall. it’s like a Tesla motor-car; when the battery dies, the whole thing gets replaced. In this case, the whole thing brings an entire new software package with it, and the second lead into the ventricle finally got placed with accuracy and effectiveness. I now have dual-chamber pacing; in my age and condition it’s like having a four-barrel carburetor and an 8-track stereo.]
So, when the device fires, it’s a notification of sorts. It’s supposed to fire when certain deadly arrhythmias show up and shock me back to a normal rhythm. As such, it mandates immediate follow-up at an emergency level. But I was fine… a little tired and dizzy perhaps, which was the primary clue that the device had mis-read, again, as it did before it was replaced, the existence of a rapid atrial beat like atrial fibrillation or atrial flutter, itself a noteworthily-dangerous rhythm requiring attention, but not life-threatening. Long-term atrial fibrillation can lead to a stroke and, having already had one of those and recovered from it, don’t want or need another, thanks very much. So I followed the directives of wife and doctors and she dialed 911 and I sat down to wait. In came my old friends from the local fire department and ambulance service who refused to let me walk to the ambulance and we went through a long protocol of service that delivered me safely and soundly to the emergency department where both my wife and I used to work. [I was an orderly, charged with departmental maintenance and some occasional muscular assistance with patients; she was the head nurse.] There, I went through another series of protocols which resulted, in the end, in me waiting for the representative of the company that designed and manufactured the pacemaker-defibrillator to work his way down through the list of waiting emergency calls (I was at the bottom, being stable and ambulatory) and bring his magic machine to “interrogate my device”.
Now interrogation in this day and age sounds like torture, with hot lights, maybe some harsh words, a black-jack to the ribs, and maybe some water-boarding. But actually it was very quick and easy, due to the sophistication of the equipment. He opened a small suitcase not much larger than a thick lap-top computer, pulled out a stainless steel hockey-puck-sized disc attached to the machine through a bundle of cables, and placed it on my chest. He keyed-in two commands and downloaded the complete and total memory (with analysis) of the event and my heart’s status (before, during and after the event), and printed it out into a report of bundled EKG strips that ran about 15-20 pages. He took the report, riffed its pages, turned it in his hands, and leaned over my bed to show the emergency physician and my wife, explaining it as well to me, with the class of a very friendly and warm individual who was without question an expert in cardiology and electrophysiology. The device interpreted the atrial rhythm, some of which trickled down through my old existent left bundle branch block pattern into the ventricle, as a dangerous rhythm and — zap!. The aberrant atrial rhythm was gone and the dual-chamber pacing resumed. He sent a copy of my own electrophysiologist today who will probably tell me to increase my dose of sotalol.
I returned home fast enough to catch the last five plays of the Patriots-Dolphins game, finish my Xmas catalog browsing for ordering on Monday morning, and my wife took over the TV to find a movie.
She found one: It was called “The Barbarian Invasions”.
The Soviet Union’s $1 Billion ‘Psychotronic’ Arms Race with the U.S.
December 16th, 2013
During the Cold War, the US and the Soviet Union battled on many fronts to demonstrate their superior technical and scientific achievements. Some of these battles are well known and well documented, such as the race to put a human in space and then on the Moon.
Others are much less well known. One of these battlefronts was in unconventional research—parapsychology (or psychotronics as the Soviets called it), mind control and remote influence and the such like. Some of the US work on these topics is now public and has famously become the basis for various books, TV documentaries and for the Hollywood film “The Men Who Stare at Goats”.
But much less is known about the Soviet equivalents. Today that changes thanks to the work of Serge Kernbach at the Research Center of Advanced Robotics and Environmental Science in Stuttgart, Germany. Kernbach provides an overview of Soviet efforts in unconventional research between 1917 and 2003 based on publications in Russian technical journals and recently declassified documents.
He shows how Soviet research evolved more or less independently of work in the western world but focused on many of the same unconventional themes as secret US programs. And he shows how the Soviets and the Americans used what little they knew of each other’s work to create a self-sustaining cycle of funding. This psychotronic arms race cost as much as $1 billion and only ended in the early 21st century when the funding bubble burst.
Over the years, the Soviets focused on a number of areas, many of which mirrored US efforts. For example, the US Project MKULTRA, was a 20-year CIA program that studied ways of manipulating people’s minds and altering their brain function.
The Soviets had a similar program. This included experiments in parapsychology, which the Soviets called psychotronics. The work built on a long-standing idea in Soviet science that the human brain could receive and transmit a certain kind of high frequency electromagnetic radiation and that this could influence other objects too.
Various researchers reported that this “human energy” could change the magnetisation of hydrogen nuclei and stimulate the immune systems of wheat, vine and even humans. They even developed a device called a “cerpan” that could generate and store this energy.
Like MKULTRA, this program also included a study of the effects of electromagnetic waves on humans and led to the development psychotronic weapons, which were intended to alter people’s minds.
Kernbach also describes significant Soviet research on non-local signal transmission based on the Aharonov-Bohm effect. This occurs when a charged particle is influenced by an electromagnetic field, even when it is confined to a region where the field strength is zero.
Soviet scientists appear to have called this effect “spin-torsion” and built a number of devices to exploit it. But just how successful this was isn’t clear and this line of work appears to have been killed off in 2003.
One thing that Kernbach’s analysis lacks is any detailed discussion of the results of these programs. Consequently, it’s hard to escape the sense that this research is steeped in jargon and pseudoscience
All this research required substantial investment, says Kernbach. Numbers are difficult to come by but he concludes that Soviet spending on unconventional research must have reached the equivalent of hundreds of millions of dollars and may have hit $1 billion.
It certainly matched US spending and on projects such as MKULTRA this was in the hundreds of millions. “Soviet and US costs are comparable at least on a level of separate programs,” he says.
Although Kernbach says much of this research was discontinued in 2003, it is not clear whether Russia (or the US) has ongoing programs in these areas. However, Kernbach says there are as many as 500 researchers in Russia that are still active in the field of psychotronics (as measured by the numbers still attending conferences on this topic).
What’s also clear is that a significant amount unconventional research is still classified in Russia. “For instance, documents on experiments performed in OGPU and NKVD—even 80 years after—still remain classified,” says Kernbach (OGPU was the secret police force of the Soviet Union between 1922 and 1934. It evolved into the NKVD, which included the organisation that later became the KGB.)
Paper: Unconventional Research in USSR and Russia: Short Overview by Serge Kernbach
Posted in Covert Operations, Dictatorship, Mind Control, War
“I once put it rather pungently, and I was flattered that the British Foreign Secretary repeated this, as follows: … namely, in early times, it was easier to to control a million people, literally it was easier to control a million people than physically to kill a million people. Today, it is infinitely easier to to kill a million people than to control a million people. It is easier to kill than to control….”
Tamerlan Tsarnaev Heard Voices in His Head
December 16th, 2013
Suspected Boston marathon bomber Tamerlan Tsarnaev was tormented by voices in his head, according to the Boston Globe, which published the results of a five-month investigation into the attack on Sunday.
“He believed in majestic mind control, which is a way of breaking down a person and creating an alternative personality with which they must coexist,” Donald Larking, a 67-year-old who attended a Boston mosque with Tamerlan, told the Globe. “You can give a signal, a phrase or a gesture, and bring out the alternate personality and make them do things. Tamerlan thought someone might have done that to him.”
Posted in Covert Operations, Mind Control
The Story of Your Enslavement
The Ultimate Conspiracy Theory Propaganda
“There is a deplorable lack of understanding about how modern conspiracies work. At least since the JFK assassination, all big American conspiracies have been constructed with multiple patsies built in. This is to provide the conspirators options on who to blame (including possible future blackmail and control), and a protection for the conspiracy (the JFK assassination cover-up was encouraged by the threat of blaming the assassination on the patsy of the Soviet Union, setting up WWIII).”
MONDAY, DECEMBER 16, 2013
“I was absolutely shocked by what I read”
Assassination Psychology and the COP Profile
Posted by Bill Kelly at 2:36 PM
See also On the Nature of Evidence
“… The mass incarceration of primarily poor people of color, people who seldom have access to adequate legal defense and who are often kept behind bars for years for nonviolent crimes or for crimes they did not commit, is one of the most shameful mass injustices committed in the United States…..
The mass incarceration of men and women like my students impoverishes not just them, their families and their communities, but the rest of us as well…..
“The greatest spirit of resistance among blacks [is] found among those in prison.”
The Play’s the Thing
This is an important piece; please read it.
Then, if you know something about how to finance a play or movie production, please contact Chris.
Report: FBI Disrupted 150 Shootings through Interventions
Monday, 16 Dec 2013 06:37 AM
The FBI has helped to disrupt or prevent nearly 150 shootings and violent attacks this year, in part by steering potential gunmen toward mental health professionals.
There have been hundreds of these disruptions since 2011, Attorney General Eric Holder told an audience of police chiefs in October, touting the behind-the-scenes work of a small FBI unit based out of Quantico, Va. In most cases, the FBI has helped potential offenders get access to mental health care.
More at the link
(and, no, it’s not The Onion):
US Supported Death Squads Massacre Syrian Civilians
by Stephen Lendman, posted by Steve Lendman @ 12:02 PM
The Roach Motel at the End of the Universe