The "11:11 Phenomenon" Explained in Terms of MKULTRA Neurotechnology - JeffPolachek.com

The "11:11 Phenomenon" Explained in Terms of MKULTRA Neurotechnology - JeffPolachek.com

The "11:11 Phenomenon" Explained in Terms of MKULTRA Neurotechnology

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People with the mind control neurotechnology in their brains can be made to act out ("evoked actions") in many ways, including involuntarily looking over at the clock and "noticing" specific patters of numbers.   These events are almost certainly pre-programmed and evoked by remote computer systems.    Behavioral conditioning can then be accomplished to associate certain number patterns to specific meanings.  A few examples:

9:11   Emergency, or very bad situation (correlated to false-flag terrorism if subject is aware of such)

1:19   Positive association (opposite of 9:11)

1:23   Positive association, moving forward

3:21   Negative association, moving backwards

4:11   Positive association, "information"

1:14   Negative association, concealment

11:11  (Widely-reported) Positive "spiritual" themed brainwashing

There are literally millions of websites talking about this phenomeon ...

... and a quick search at Amazon results in a notable number of books written about this subject as well:

The simple fact of the matter, however, is that this so-called "spiritual" phenomenon is simply a combination of advanced mind control neurotechnology and classic behavioral conditioning techniques:

So don't be a sucker and buy into any of this nonsense. 

Adventures in Science: Test "The Secret"

The achievement of your goal is assured the moment you commit yourself to it.

Mack Douglas

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If that's the case, commit to growing wings and jump out of a tree.

 

IF THE NEW AGE RELIGION WERE TO BE CAPSULIZED INTO 7 TEACHINGS IT COULD BE REDUCED TO THE FOLLOWING 7 IDENTIFYING BELIEFS

IF THE NEW AGE RELIGION WERE TO BE CAPSULIZED INTO 7 TEACHINGS IT COULD BE REDUCED TO THE FOLLOWING 7 IDENTIFYING BELIEFS

1. God is impersonal.

2. Christ is not Almighty God, but a good teacher.

3. Jesus is but one of many Christs.

4. Sin and evil do not exist.

5. Man should seek instruction from the spirit world.

6. All religious teachings are of merit, except those that are Christian and believe in absolute truth. Therefore the religious views of Egypt, Babylon, India and the Aztecs are held to be of value for us today.

7. Man can be a god.



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1. God is PERSONAL, and as Andrew Klavan has demonstrated, anybody can take a simple test- pray each day for thirty days and see if a prayer is answered. The only requirement is that the prayer is genuine and made properly. Any atheist with free will and any sort of intellect can attempt this thirty day test emprically and scientifically. Oddly, virtually no atheist is prepared to honestly pray, even though according to their belief system the prayer must be pointless...


2. This New Age attack on the godhood of Jesus is particularly nonsensical. Jesus is "Christ" because "Christening" is annointing. The New Age devil cults attack not "Jesus" but "Christ"-- they are attacking the title not the man, which seems a subtle point but nevertheless-- only a demon or devil would care. 


3. See 2.


4. To "sin" is to "fall short" of a spiritual goal. In one simple claim, this exposes all New Age beliefs as an unholy melange of Frankfurt School moral relativism and hypocrisy even in their own twaddle pseudo-spiritual terms. If evil doesn't exist, neither does good- a zen concept, but not what they mean. By stressing that evil doesn't exist what they really want to say is that "do as thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law" - Aleister Crowley satanism redux.


5. demonic possession / UFO experiences for all! huzzah!


6. Christianity is singled out again. How odd. Although they have it in for Islam and Judaism too, don't worry.  Also pride of place is given- just as in the EU conspiracy, all magic cults, all devil cults and all magical orders- to Ancient Egypt and Babylon. Like the One Ring in Lord of the Rings, the same evil force keeps resonating no matter the outer disguise.


7. Man can be a god- a message as old as Eden and as recent as Ashtar of the Star Command. But hold on- New Agers deny godhood to God... but somehow this nonexistent state of being is available to all humans? But... God is goodness, right? But there isn't any good or evil? So what kind of "God" would we end up being? The kind with horns and an upside down pentacle on its forehead perhaps?

Hegelian dance steps to the inevitable world war

1. destroy the cohesive forces of the dominant civilisation:

(a) create moral, cultural and sexual relativism. If nothing can be definitive and if there is no objective scale with which to measure superiority, pap, crap, trash and subnormality will infest the dominant civilisation and destroy it from within.

(b) destroy maleness, ie remove the positivity, sexual distinctiveness, desire to kill, win and defend and the morality of the male sex. if possible through science literally blur maleness into femaleness or some monstrous blending of the two.

2. create a powerful albeit fictional enemy of an alien and parasitic religious, racial and cultural nature.

(a) jews having been used for this purpose in the nineteenth century with great success, replicate the jewish-socialist construct using another semitic subrace.

(b) islam having even more overtly negative traits than nineteenth century caricatures of judaism, insert large enclaves and ghettoes of islamics into totally alien and inappropriate settings- for example ancient crusader civilisations such as England and France.

(c) destroy social cohesion to insure that the naturally parasitic nature of primitives from backward countries will encourage them to infest and paralyse civilised functions such as law, politics and peaceful local life relying on mutual respect.

3. create an overarching alien warfighting enemy which, on paper, is roughly equal or preferably superior to western civilisation.

(a) China is perfect for this as just as in the cases of soviet russia and hitlerian germany, wall street money funnelled to China for America to borrow back not only creates a toxic feedback system it also creates enormous resentment in the rump civilisation of the USA.

4. engineer financial collapse.

5. encourage allegedly radical, but actually totally natural and understandable, nationalist and localist movements. All such movements of course are actually started or controlled by DIA / CIA / DISC / MI6.

6. Using the lapdog media aka the mighty wurlitzer, simply create false history on a daily basis by suppressing the truth and publishing lies.

(a) the unanticipated outbreak of the truth on the internet will require severe and ruthless permanent control. Simply creating controlled opposition is not enough; and there is no guarantee that a new monastic order will not spring up, an internet freemasonry which will communicate in secret truth that the controllers have destroyed or consigned to the memory holes.

7. co-opt the major Christian "brand", catholicism.

8. create famine.

9. create new plagues and release them.

10. in one final false flag event, preferably nuclear due to its shock value, kill no less than 10,000 people. Preferably, double the real casualty number of 911, and kill upwards of 28,000 people.

11. introduce the Rule of 10 based in the UN Building, New York, and begin making public the black stone meeting room at the UN, the real controllers, and the overtly Ba'Hai and Sufi like world religion using the approval of the last pope and the dalai lama. Naturally there will be revolt at this point; but it will be far, far too late.

12. Give the world the leader that the lapdog media tells us we are crying out for.

13. Watch all kings bend their knee in obeisance to this coming ruler.

Dave Chappelle on the NWO.

DMT: The Hobbes Drug

Dr. Rick Strassman's "DMT: The Spirit Molecule," by Charles Carreon at American Buddha Online Library

DR. RICK STRASSMAN'S "DMT: THE SPIRIT MOLECULE"

by Charles Carreon I just finished reading "DMT: The Spirit Molecule," by Rick Strassman, M.D. who practices psychiatry in Taos, New Mexico and is a Clinical Associate Professor of psychiatry at the University of New Mexico School of Medicine. Dr. Strassman managed to finagle permits to administer DMT, "an extremely short-acting and powerful psychedelic," at the UNM School of Medicine. Beginning in 1990, and continuing for five years, he administered 400 doses of DMT to 60 human volunteers. Dr. Strassman has great intellectual credentials, including degrees from Stanford and Albert Einstein College of Medicine at Yeshiva University. He interned in general psychiatry at U.C. Davis Medical Center where he received the Sandoz Award for outstanding graduate resident in 1981. He has also been a Zen Buddhist for over 20 years and is deeply interested in the liberating spiritual potential of psychedelic drugs. Dr. Strassman's avowed purpose for his DMT work was to find ways to do good things for people with psychedelic drugs, but he was compelled to follow strict bio-medical protocols that ultimately hamstrung his research efforts and made him question whether there was any point in continuing. He left the project after his wife contracted cancer, and the promised additional support for his psychedelic research from other medical professionals failed to materialize. Dr. Strassman makes it clear that a great way to screw up a promising scientific career is to become interested in psychedelic research. He recounts a telling conversation with an anonymous "Dr. K," at the San Diego V.A. Hospital. Dr. Strassman was on his fellowship, and was having a "rambling and wide-ranging" conversation with Dr. K., when he ventured one of his pet theories: "Do you think," I offered, "that the pineal [gland] might produce psychedelic compounds? It seems to have the right ingredients. Maybe it somehow mediates spontaneous psychedelic types of states -- psychosis for example." Dr. K. stopped in his tracks and turned on his heels. His brow furrowed and he peered at me intently through his glasses. A palpable menace glinted from his eyes. "Ooops," I thought. "Let me tell you this, Rick," he said slowly and firmly. "The pineal has nothing to do with psychedelic drugs." Dr. Strassman learned his lesson, and did not speak the words "pineal and psychedelic in the same breath to anyone" for the remainder of the year. Of course, we expect scientists to be uptight, because they have grants to protect, wives to support, kids to feed, and politicians to please. However, Strassman never expected to discover that his fellow Zen Buddhists were even more uptight than Dr. K., who just didn't want anyone screwing up his reputation in the pineal gland business. Strassman's experiments utilized intravenous injections of DMT at dosage levels calculated at .05 mg./kg. of body weight for a low dose, and .4 mg./kg. for a high dose. The onset of psychedelic effect after injection is immediate with doses of .2 mg./kg. and above. What Strassman discovered in his experiments upended his hypothetical applecart. He expected people to have mystical and near-death type experiences. He did not expect for many of his experimental subjects to declare with certainty that they had met other beings during their experience, whom they described as "clowns" or "elves," who took an intensive interest and delight in the experimental subject's appearance in their dimension. These beings reside behind the brilliantly colored curtains of psychedelic light that immediately invade the visual sense field within seconds after administration of the drug. Ultimately, Dr. Strassman seemed to give up on his efforts to interpret these beings as projections of psychological features, as one subject after another refused to accept that characterization, insisting that the beings were real, the place where they met the beings was real, and they did not reflect mere inner experiences in a Freudian or Jungian sense. Dr. Strassman was also surprised when one person after another recounted experiences strangely reminiscent of alien abduction stories when receiving a high dose of DMT. Admittedly, Dr. Strassman was administering the DMT in a large hospital, where medical hardware was everywhere present, and bio-medical protocols required that he take blood draws, blood pressure readings, and even EEGs and MRIs of people tripping their brains out. Nevertheless, lots of people recorded experiences that involved detailed visualizations of large numbers of intelligent beings, often reptilian or automaton-like, tending huge machines in vast illuminated complexes, and performing examinations of the experimental subject. They often bonded with one of the strange beings and were regarded indifferently by the rest. This reminded me of my friend Ernesto's DMT experience that he recently recounted. Depositing the DMT powder on a bed of dried pscyhotria viridis, which has a small amount of naturally occurring DMT in it, and putting another layer of psychotria viridis on top of the dust (to prevent it from bursting into flame) he applied a butane lighter flame and consumed the entire bowl in one breath. The effects were as fast as promised, and as he exhaled the white smoke, complex colored patterns appeared in the smoke-swirls. His entire psychosomatic system began to vibrate, from the inside out and from the outside in, and the only thing he could hear was a mantra, a single word repeated endlessly. This mantra seemed to protect him from disorganizing energy, keeping him collected around his center. He felt a bit of anxiety that the experience might get out of control, but it did not. With eyes open or closed, he saw colored patterns of an extremely complex geometric structure that gradually began to resemble reptilian structures such as scales and bones. After around five minutes, Ernesto got up from his seat and laid down under a blanket. There, for around the next 1-1/2 hours, he continued to experience a reptilian presence. This reptilian presence was somewhat disturbing to Ernesto, because of the conditioning we have against reptiles, but the reptile presence spoke to him gently, encouraging him to appreciate the reptilian history in his body, and its great strength and resilience. The reptilian spirit told him that it was a source of his strength, that he needed in order to succeed as a living being. Ernesto accepted this understanding, and gradually dealt with the tension between conditioned repulsion and wholesome self-acceptance. He saw images of primitive spears, the extensions of reptilian talons and claws. In days following, Ernesto's strength and resolve in the course of ordinary life seemed strengthened and smoothly directed. A few nights later, he advised, he had brief DMT-like colored visions in his dreams. He stated that the experience had not been anywhere near as frightening as common stories had caused him to expect, and if given the opportunity, he would try another DMT voyage. According to his grant proposal, Dr. Strassman was not supposed to be giving therapy, but leading people through the inner world always requires the intuitive skills of a healer. He never knew when one of his experimental subjects would experience a terrifying upheaval. One poor fellow, a happy raver-type with charming looks and a light-hearted attitude, who had consumed lots of MDMA (ecstasy) in recreational settings, suffered a nightmare ordeal on a high-dose trip. The drug kicked in, his feet convulsed in a kicking motion, and he remained rigid for ten minutes. Then he opened his eyes, sat up, and declared that he had just been raped anally by two crocodiles who sat on his chest and immobilized him so completely that he was unable to sit up or reach out for a comforting hand. As he put it, when the experience began he thought it was a dream but "then realized it was really happening." Of course, with the time distortion effect added in, this was a monolithic exercise in agony. Interestingly, this subject considered the experience fundamentally beneficial, in that it increased his appreciation for ordinary life. He cut down on his ecstasy-taking in trivial social interactions, moved in with his girlfriend, and assumed a quiet lifestyle. Whether covered with contrived nonchalance, or with a veneer of spiritual sophistication, the soft underbelly of the human psyche is quickly exposed by this substance. A woman who prepared for her session by flipping through the New Yorker had an extremely miserable trip on a very low dose and accepted no further injections. A modern-day shaman named Carlos kept trying to explain away his high anxiety before each administration of the drug, which induced violent shaking notwithstanding his profession that his first dose was nothing much. Eventually he had a full death experience that he considered fully valid spiritually, but wished he had been with friends out in the mountains when it took place. But some of the most enthusiastic were unable to continue. In certain cases, DMT high-doses induce huge spikes in blood pressure, in one case so severe Dr. Strassman was ready to call the cardiac team, and diagnosed the slight headache that the subject felt after the trip as the result of extreme vaso-dilation in the large blood vessels that enter the base of the skull. But the experimenter was pleased with the experience, and notwithstanding his disability, wished to take further trips. Though he was not permitted by Strassman, the subject remained grateful and considered it a very important experience that confirmed the rightness of his spiritual direction. Under the guise of trying to determine whether DMT administration develops a tolerance in the user, Dr. Strassman developed a protocol of four high-dose injections approximately one hour apart. These doses were .3 mg./kg., not the highest dose but plenty psychedelic. Dr. Strassman said that everyone who was given the opportunity persevered through all four doses, a moderately exhausting experience. First, the answer to the tolerance question -- DMT does not build up a tolerance, and each successive dose was just as powerful as the first. What changed was the character of the experience, which seems to profit from familiarity. The first high dose trip is the shocker, when people don't know what they are going to see and aren't sure they like seeing it. The second and third trips grow increasingly familiar. And by the fourth trip, many people felt cleaned out, healed and freed of persistent anxiety. One young woman in her early twenties who professed a lesbian orientation and was highly attractive to people of both sexes, had a persistent pain in her belly. She had been raped repeatedly by her step-father at sixteen. During her four sessions, she met the beings on the other side, whom she called the elves, and discharged the pain in her midsection, which she connected with the rapes. She valued the experience very highly and felt that she would now enjoy her life a great deal more. In addition to the powerful psychedelic effects, which caused people to blurt out things like, "Here we go!" and "They were on me quick," DMT releases large amounts of vasopressin, prolactin, growth hormone, and corticotropin, all of which may have psychological effects. During the drug effect, pupil diameter doubled within two minutes, and body temperature would rise. Dr. Strassman's theory that the pineal gland may produce DMT seems unsupported by the information in the book, but it is an intriguing theory, an explanation for why this organ, centrally located in the brain, contains so many of the precursor substances that create DMT. Reasons for joining the experiment were the expected -- people wanted new experiences, wanted to understand the nature of their own existence and God, and wanted to deepen their understanding of life. Interestingly, many of them found a bit of what they were looking for, or at least thought they had. Dr. Strassman himself became increasingly uncertain as he looked for concrete changes in behavior, beyond expostulations of enthusiasm. From my point of view, Dr. Strassman may have been looking too hard in the wrong places. When it comes to judging how we are doing, it's hard to say that anyone knows better than we ourselves. After years of doing the work, Dr. Strassman indeed was getting tired. One can imagine the stress of responding to the heightened mental states and emotional reactions of sensitive people questing for self knowledge. Then his wife got cancer and they moved to Canada to be closer to her relatives. Dr. Strassman started commuting to Albuquerque from Canada every couple of months, jamming in as many psychedelic sessions as possible. The fatigue took a further toll. As I mentioned, Dr. Strassman is a long-time practicing Zen Buddhist, and like many Buddhists, had talked with other Buddhists about how LSD had led them into the search for enlightenment. He had a number of friends, long-time students in an unnamed Zen Buddhist organization that we could possibly identify by connecting the dots: the group is based in the midwest, the teacher died recently, the head of the organization is now a woman, and the organization chooses its leaders by election. It is a large group. Also, they are a bunch of assholes. How do we know they are assholes? Because they dumped shit all over poor Dr. Strassman when he needed it the least. He had shared his thoughts about his work, and his hopes and aspirations to connect the spiritual path with psychedelic methods, disclosing deep thoughts to a person he thought was his spiritual counselor. Within the DMT sessions themselves, he incorporated attitudes of modeling equanimity and projecting compassion, Buddhist attitudes that helped subjects to benefit from the experience. Additionally, he selected for the experiment numbers of persons who had experience with psychedelic drugs and meditation, believing that they were best adapted to deal with the jarring effects of the experience. For all this respect and the place of honor that Dr. Strassman accorded Buddhism in his life and work, he was rewarded with the most arrogant, presumptuous declaration of insult that I have heard delivered from a Buddhist source in recent years. His former Buddhist pals derided his work with DMT as "not right livelihood," and denounced his plan to administer psychedelics to the terminally ill as an "appallingly dangerous" effort to "play God." With the full confidence of having reached enlightenment themselves, they decreed: "An attempt to induce enlightenment experiences by chemical means can never, will never, succeed. What it will do is badly confuse people and result in serious consequences for you." This pronouncement certainly confused Dr. Strassman, who until then had been receiving encouragement from his old stoner pals who had put on Buddhist robes. He realized that there was a succession struggle going on within the Zen group, because the old abbot was dying, and "senior monks were lobbying for elected posts," each vying for the position of "most zealous defender of the teaching." Then Dr. Strassman really stuck his foot in it. He published an article in Tricycle, Fall 1996, calling for "a discussion of integrating psychedelics into Buddhist practice." As Dr. Strassman put it, the "article sealed my fate ... my lifelong affiliation with the order would implicate it as contributing to these new ideas." In order to distance the Zen group from Dr. Strassman's vile heresy, his erstwhile friend, a nun who had been elected new chief poobah, "sent copies of the Tricycle article to members of my new meditation group as well as to other groups and the monastery [including] scribbled comments" Dr. Strassman had made during their private conversations. She also "wrote to the local congregation telling them not to enter my house because there might be psychedelic drugs kept in it." (This reminds me of James Thurber's mother-in-law's fear that electricity might leak out of the sockets and electrocute you. It also reminds me of Timothy Leary's statement that LSD is a substance well-known to cause insanity in those who have not taken it.) This betrayal by his old spiritual comrades was apparently the last nail in the DMT experiment's coffin. Says Dr. Strassman, "Although I could see beyond the hypocrisy that motivated much of the monastery's repudiation of my work, it took its toll." Shortly thereafter, he wrote closing summaries on all of his projects, packed up his drugs and mailed them to a secure facility near Washington, D.C., where "the supplies of DMT, psilocybin, and LSD remain ... to this day." Probably right next to the Ark of the Covenant, left there by Indiana Jones.

Why all the bisexuals in positions of power? Why all the perversion in high places?

"But I must not proselytize; many are called, but few chosen; a sodomite is born, not made; you can't make a silk sodomite out of an English grocer's boy; take care of the boys, and the girls will take care of themselves; strike while the tool is hot; don't bugger in haste, or withdraw at leisure; a turd in the hand is worth two in the bush; a prick in time saves nine; frig wise and fuck foolish; there's better boys in the choir than ever came out of it --  No! I must not proselytize! there are enough of us in the world; a select body of idealists, of men cleansed from gross passions, of poets and mystics linked in a perfect freemasonry of style and manner, of ships (as it were) who have dropped anchor in a safe harbour, of conquerors at ease in the towns they have captured, whose inhabitants are too crass and stupid even to know themselves slaves.

-- Ordo Templi Orientis, "The Scented Garden of Abdullah the Satirist of Shiraz"

A New Look For You, Is It Not?

Unusual Helicopter Activity, by Kay Wilson and Elsie Conner

Unusual Helicopter Activity, by Kay Wilson and Elsie Conner

Unusual Helicopter Activity

By Kay Wilson and Elsie Conner

Introduction by Kay Wilson

This article is based on several emails I received from Elsie from April 23rd through May of 2008. As you will see, Elsie was able to take some very good photographs of a helicopter that appeared to be following her and possibly conducting some type of surveillance activities. This unusual type of helicopter activity has been reported by abductees for decades. (1) The weekend I uploaded my new e-book to my Web site, my husband and I watched, in amazement, as three Chinook helicopters made three, low, circular passes over our house and then flew away in formation.

What follows is Elsie's description of what happened to her over a period of several days. I have deleted specific names and locations in order to protect Elsie's privacy.

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Elsie's Experience, April 22, 2008

I had a very strange afternoon yesterday and I want to send along what happened in case anything else weird happens in the next couple of days. My husband left today for a business trip and he won't be back until Sunday night so that means I am alone for the next five days. In the 11 years since my husband and I have lived in this area, we have never had any helicopter activity around here until the last month. Yesterday took the cake, as well as the bakery along with it. This will take some time to tell the story so I'm sorry about that.

The day started where I had to assist my mother taking her van in to the repair shop to get work done. The only other thing I had to do yesterday was to take our cat to the vet at 3:15 pm for his yearly check-up and shots. After I took my mother home, I decided to make a quick couple of stops at a shopping center near our home. It was only 1:55 pm so I thought I would have plenty of time before 3:15 pm. I got to the shopping center sometime shortly after 2 pm. My first stop was a music store to buy a piece of equipment for my guitar. It only took a few minutes. When I walked out of the store, I could hear a helicopter right overhead as I walked to my car. I thought, "No big deal - there is a major highway a couple of miles away, it is probably a traffic helicopter or something."

I drove my car over to the other side of the shopping center and ran into the hardware store to buy lemon oil. (Time to clean cabinets.) As I walked out of the store, the helicopter was right overhead, again traveling very slowly across this other section of the parking lot. I thought this was getting a little strange. I looked at it and it was very dark in appearance. I couldn't see any letters or markings on it at all. The time had to be around 2:15 pm or so. This was right in the middle of the afternoon. I was still thinking, "Ok, weird, but no big deal."

I got in my car and drove to go home. I live about 2 miles north of this shopping center. As I pulled onto "A" road to head north, I saw the helicopter across the street in front of me flying just behind the shopping mall. I thought, "Good, it is moving off."

As I was driving home, I had my window down and I could hear it behind me. I was thinking it was all a fluke and it was nothing. I thought if the thing followed me home, then I would have something. So, about five minutes later, I got home and pulled into my driveway. I got out of my car and there it was - it was coming straight towards me and to my house. It was traveling very slowly. I got back in my car and I watched it come straight to the house over the pond. (We have water around most of our house.) I thought, "What the heck?"

I ran into the house and ran upstairs to grab my camera and I started taking pictures. Over the next several minutes, I took pictures of this helicopter as it proceeded to fly over and circle my house several times. At one point, I ran out on my deck and I was taking pictures of the damn thing. I called my husband on my cell phone as I was taking pictures of it. Then it moved off in a large arc and then away from our neighborhood. By this time, I had about 20 minutes to get ready to take my cat to the vet. This entire episode took about 20 minutes from when I was at the shopping center to when the helicopter finally left my house.

I then took my cat to the vet and I took my camera with me. I was able to get right in and out from the vet and I got home somewhere before 3:30 pm. The first thing I did was to hook up my camera to the computer and download the pictures. As I was going through them, I was noticing in one of the frames, there appeared to be a possible UFO in along with the helicopter. It doesn't look like a plane or a bird. It is quite small so it is possible it is something explainable. Perhaps a camera defect or something. It looks rectangular and it appears taller than it is wide. It looks like it is very high-up.

I admit, by this time I was very jittery and I may have been seeing things that were not there. I thought it was strange. I got on the phone and called my husband. Then it happened again: The helicopter came back and started to circle the house again. I grabbed the camera from the computer and took three more pictures of it as it circled the house at least three times. My husband could hear it on the phone from his end and he said it sounded really loud to him.

I have included a word document index for the photos. I tried including some close-ups with arrows to show you what I am describing, but for whatever reason, I am having an awful time getting the pictures to attach to the document and I have to leave the house for a bit to run errands so I am in a bit of a rush. I am going to try and send all the pictures along with the index so you can at least see them. - Elsie

A Strange Phone Call

If all of this helicopter activity were not unusual enough, two days later, Elsie was checking her cell phone messages and found that she had a message from an Army Sergeant who left a recruiting message as well as a phone number where to call him back.

Elsie sent me a copy of the phone message and it began with either "Hey James" or "This is James..." The sergeant left his return phone number and after Elsie and I did a little research on the Internet, we found two very unusual things about it. The phone number is listed as a residence, however, the address given for the number is neither a residential address nor an Army Recruiting office, but rather, an Air Force Recruiting office. When Elsie looked up the address, she noticed the location was approximately 20 miles from where she lived.

This phone message may have been a wrong number, but what an unbelievable coincidence this was. I find it unusual that a recruiter would call from a residential phone; identify himself as an Army Recruiter, only to discover that it was not a residential line or an office affiliated with the Army, but rather the Air Force. How much weirdness are we to tolerate before we begin asking serious questions about what is really going on here?

Type Of Helicopter

After researching the helicopter Elsie photographed, I discovered that it is an AS355 Twinstar, a twin engine helicopter manufactured by the French company Aerospatiale/Eurocopter. Its speed is 140 knots, its range is 300 nautical miles and it seats 6 (five passengers and one crew). Various governments and their military, law enforcement agencies and radio and television companies have purchased them.

The majority of the images I was able to locate via an Internet search showed these helicopters in various paint colors depending on the company that utilizes them. It was rare to find one that wasn't painted colorfully, but I did find three images: one was matte gray (military); one was black with a brown stripe (law enforcement); and the third was navy blue (British).

It is clear that the helicopter Elsie photographed was not painted colorfully or had any overt designations on it, therefore, it is probably associated with either the military or perhaps a covert organization. The majority of the descriptions for uses of this particular type of helicopter were defined as surveillance and they are often fitted with FLIR systems. (2)

A company called Transport Canada uses these helicopters and their national headquarters is located in Ottawa, Ontario. They also have a regional office in North York, Ontario and neither of these locations are that far from the state Elsie lives in. An Operator List Search from Transport Canada listed three 'legal operators' of these helicopters in the U.S. One is located in Gardiner, NY; one is located in Mifflin, PA; and the third is located in Chester, PA. Unfortunately, this list has not been updated since 2006.

A quick map check shows there are several military bases in and around the area that Elsie lives, but, what if this helicopter and its pilot were not military? I actually put in the acronym 'CIA' in a search with this type of helicopter and found one hit that began with "...clandestine CIA extraordinary rendition flights have aircraft with 'known'....Eurocopter AS355 Twinstar...." However, when I clicked on the link, the Web page had been removed. One thing this showed, was that at least someone out there has made a connection between this type of helicopter and the CIA, so it's possible the CIA utilizes this type of helicopter as well.

Without a lot of old-fashioned foot-work traveling from base to base and airport to airport, and questioning various employees and pilots about this particular helicopter, it will be impossible to determine with 100% accuracy where it actually came from and why it apparently followed Elsie and circled her house.

There is also the unknown object that Elsie photographed. Could this have been why the helicopter was there or was it because of Elsie? Elsie was told by a photo analyst that her photographs were not clear enough to distinguish any details from. I am assuming this would be in reference to the unknown object and not the helicopter, because even I was able to find what type of chopper this is and it only took me two days. I admit that the unknown object will probably remain an 'unknown.'

There are some things we do know for certain: Elsie is an abductee and abductees, especially MILAB abductees, have been speaking out about harassment from dark, seemingly unmarked, helicopters for at least 20 years. Elsie took several very good photographs of a helicopter that was obviously following her and the pilot did not seem to care that she was photographing him/her.

The only matte gray or dark helicopter images I was able to locate were either military or related to law enforcement. Since Elsie was not breaking the law, there would be no reason for a law enforcement helicopter to be following her. In addition, if this were a law enforcement helicopter, from Elsie's photographs, an emblem and designation would have been apparent. This is clearly an unmarked helicopter and, in my opinion, probably belongs to either the military or a covert organization.

Old-Fashioned Footwork

After I sent my completed article to Elsie for her review, she informed me that two acquaintances of hers who had seen her photographs decided to pursue this investigation one step further by visiting a nearby airport and questioning some of the people who worked there. Both individuals requested that we keep their names private, but one allowed us to include the fact that they are training to become a MUFON field investigator. This is the information they sent to Elsie:

We talked to two workers in the main terminal; a man who had just come in from the tarmac and a woman behind the desk in the private air-flights area. We showed the photographs of the helicopter that you had taken with your camera and that my sister had enlarged on her computer.

The male worker pointed out that it was hard to tell what kind of helicopter it was since he couldn't see any markings on it, however, because of the search light on the bottom of the helicopter, he thought it might be the County Sheriff's helicopter.

We told both of them how low it had been flying over a residential neighborhood and they both said it must have been the Sheriff looking for someone. It was at this point when they asked where the pictures were taken and by whom, and my sister said [as a cover story] that her son took them with his cell phone.

The male worker said the only helicopters that would have clearance to fly below 500 feet would be a Sheriff's or military helicopter, or someone who was given permission by the military. He also stated that a helicopter flying this low would definitely be in trouble with the FAA. We asked where this particular Sheriff's helicopter's were kept and they said the two helicopters were housed in a hangar at this airport.

We wanted to investigate further so we drove over to what is called an aerodynamics terminal behind a rental car agency where the helicopters are kept. I went through a fenced-in area and saw a worker coming out of the hangar and asked if there were any County Sheriff's helicopter pilots around that I could talk to. He said they had just taken off in one of the helicopters.

I then asked him if he was sure both pilots took off and he said he would take me back to their office just to be sure. As I followed him to the back of the hangar where their office was, I passed the other Sheriff's helicopter. This helicopter was clearly marked with white and brown lettering and had a Sheriff's logo displayed on it.

The man knocked on the office door, but no one answered. As we walked past the helicopter on the way out, I showed him the pictures and asked him if they looked like their helicopter. He, right away said "No," as he pointed out the camera on the front of the helicopter. This camera hung down from a rod in a round casing a little larger than a bowling ball. He told me a couple of the pictures I showed him would have shown the camera. He also stated that the news helicopters also had cameras on them.

I asked him what type of helicopter this could possibly be if it wasn't a Sheriff's helicopter, a news helicopter or a private helicopter and he replied,

"Probably some kind of military helicopter." (3)

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Sample of Elsie's Photographs

This is the helicopter photographed from Elsie's bedroom.

This is the same photograph enlarged.

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This is an enlargement of a photograph taken when the helicopter was in the front of Elsie's house after it returned four days later on April 26, 2008.

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This is an enlargement of the photograph taken of the helicopter when Elsie was outside on her deck.

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The unknown object

The unknown object

Close-up of unknown object

-- Kay Wilson © 2008

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Elsie Conner's Biography

My name is Elsie. I am a married and I am currently a Ph.D. candidate in Electrical and Computer Engineering. My interests are writing, reading, drawing, painting, science and nature, and I also play the guitar. I am a cat lover, but I love all kinds of animals. I hope to volunteer at a horse farm someday.

The alien phenomenon has deeply affected my life. The reality has been difficult to handle at times, but it has helped me to write about it and draw the things I have seen over the years. I always recommend to other abductees to keep a journal if they can. It will really help you learn about the Beings themselves, but you will also learn a lot about yourself. Keeping a journal also helps if you don't have a lot of support in terms of family or friends.

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NOTES

(1) Clarke, David and Nigel Watson. Phantom Helicopters Over Britain. FUFOR, P.O. Box 277 Mount Rainer, MD. 20712. See also Tom Adams' Mystery Helicopters. Paris, Texas, 1993.

Fowler, Raymond. The Watchers: The Secret Design Behind UFO Abduction. New York: Bantam Books, 1990. Also: The Andreasson Legacy is the fifth book in Fowler's series, which began with The Andreasson Affair in 1979 and continued with The Andreasson Affair, Phase II (1982), The Watchers (1990) and The Watchers II (1995).

Hawker, Gloria Ann. Morning Glory: Diary of An Alien Abductee. P.O. Box 14779, Albuquerque, NM, 87191, 2001.

Howe, Linda-Moulton. Glimpses Of Other Realities. Volume 1: Facts and Eyewitnesses. LMH Productions, P.O. Box 538, Huntington Valley, PA, 19006, 1993.

Jordan, Debbie and Kathy Mitchell. Abducted! The Story of Intruders Continues. New York: Carroll & Graf, 1994.

Keith, Jim. Black Helicopters over America: Strike-Force for the New World Order. IllumiNet Press, Lilburn, GA, 1994.

Lammer, Helmut and Marion. MILABS: Military Mind Control and Alien Abduction. IllumiNet Press: Lilburn, Georgia, 1999.

Leslie, Melinda. Public lectures and Interviews. Hidden Experience and RE-ABS

Lorgen, Eve Frances. The Love Bite: Alien Interference in Human Love Relationships. Elogos & HHC Press, P.O. Box 978, Bonsall, CA, 92003, 1999.

Wilson, Kay MILABS: Project Open Mind

Sauder, Richard. Underground Bases and Tunnels: What is the Government Trying to Hide? Adventures Unlimited Press: One Adventure Place, Kempton, IL, 60946, 1995.

Turner, Karla, K. Into The Fringe. New York: Berkley Books, 1992, and TAKEN: Inside The Alien-Human Abduction Agenda. Roland, Arkansas: Kelt Works, 1994. Read it on-line at: http://www.whale.to/b/turner_h.html

(2) FLIR Thermal Imaging Systems www.flir.com/US/

(3) RE: Old-Fashioned Footwork: My special thanks to these two individuals for their initiative and time in investigating this incident further. You did a great job and I know you will definitely be an asset to MUFON. Good luck with your training!

For more information about Elsie Conner, please refer to her two essays Hope and Screens and her articles: A Deeper Shade Of Black and The Conscience of the Queen. Click here to see her Gallery.

Tuesday Lobsang Rampa, Fictitious Tibetan Buddhism and the Tavistock Institute

As a throwaway line in a letter that T. Lobsang Rampa wrote to UFO buff Gray Barker T. Lobsang mentioned that he had been unable to obtain normal employment, and that the Tavistock Square association had been no help.

Interesting, because if he is obliquely referring to the Tavistock Institute (see Godlike Productions, Beatles, Alien Bodies wiki etc.) he was certainly an enormous help to them. The "fictitious buddhism" of T. Lobsang Rampa, as real Tibetal Buddhists call it, was a gigantic influence on British culture in the 1950s and 1960s, leading directly to the British fascination with Tibetan Buddhism and Buddhism generally. It led to the Beatles "awakening" and was the beach head for the New Age predilection for appropriating other people's ancient cultures for their own purposes.

Flying Tiger Comics Presents: The Crack Emcee

Jesus Fucking Christ, look at this place!

Hi Flying Tiger readers! I'm an American recording artist known as The Crack Emcee, and for the last seven years - until last night actually - I've run a blog called The Macho Response on Blogger.

TMR's aim has been to expose cultism in Western society - specifically the phenomena of NewAge cultism.



I also dabble in conservative politics, music criticism and art, and just about anything else that tickles my fancy.

To say TMR hasn't always been appreciated by some is an understatement.

From the very beginning, TMR has been under relentless attack - it's even been taken down, twice, by "friends" who got close enough to commit the sabotage from my own computer. But, finally, it looks like a mysterious someone (who was taunting me with gay slurs for weeks) has gotten Google to do their dirty work for them, first by labeling the blog "indecent", and then by removing it altogether with no explanation what-so-ever.

As one of my readers commented, "the fuckers."

Anyway, through the gracious intervention of Flying Tiger Comics, I am now bringing The Crack Emcee Show here, to an outpost of Australia, until my new digs at http://www.themachoresponse.com/crackMC/wordpress/ is fully up and running. (I'll be reposting this there as well.)

So pull up a chair, sit back, and follow me into the really bizarre side of the world we live in - a world I was introduced to when my NewAge wife ran away with a quack doctor and they ended up killing three people, the first being her own mother.

(You can think of it kind of like the Penelope Dingle story - that's the late Mrs. Dingle above - but, in my case, the madness had a rational witness: me.)

Oh - and in case the nutjobs think they've dented my ego (they hate my ego) or slowed my roll (they really hate my roll) there's also a Flying Tiger Comic of my exploits on the way - "The Crack Emcee vs. The New (Age) World Order" - an actual book being written (That's right, you fuckers, you will be exposed!) as well as a band and stage show being assembled, to promote the whole anti-NewAge movement to the masses.

So - if anyone thought getting to fucking Blogger was enough to stop The Macho Response - they're obviously too fucking clueless to understand what those three words mean:

Attack and I only get stronger!

Alright, let's get on with this shit - or is it "shite" in Australia? - whatever. We're seriously going "down under", so protect your neck:



See this fat, sloppy, evil NewAge bitch? Her name is Janna St. James. She sometimes speaks "with a phony 'British/Australian' accent." She had a friend, named Paula Bonhomme, and, well,...I'll let iOwnThe World's Big Fur Hat lay it out for you:

Paula Bonhomme spent nearly two years building an online relationship with a man named Jesse Jubilee James — a rugged yet sensitive firefighter and llama rancher from Colorado — whom she had met on a Deadwood message board in 2005. James passed away suddenly of liver cancer, leaving Bonhomme — who had left her husband in anticipation of moving to Colorado — shocked and heartbroken.

Seven months later, however, Bonhomme’s grief turned to fury as her friends discovered a dark secret about the man she’d never met IRL: James and a cast of nearly two dozen family members with whom Bonhomme had interacted on a regular basis via e-mail, snail mail, and even by phone, were spawned from the warped mind of a woman named Janna St. James.

St. James had been a part of Bonhomme’s life throughout the deceit, being the person who introduced the couple while posing as James’ friend. Following his “death,” the two traveled together to Colorado to visit various sites associated with James.

Bonhomme has since filed a lawsuit against St. James claiming “fraudulent misrepresentation” — a charge typically reserved for business situations. Nevertheless, the court has agreed to allow the case to move forward after initially rejecting it.

Can you believe that shit? Not just that some NewAge nutjob would deceive someone (deception, whether of others or themselves, is all they're good at) but that her victim - another bitch - left her husband for someone she never met! The whole story is incredible!

So how do I know this evil fat fuck is a NewAger? The clues (detailed in the article, embedded in the quote, above) are everywhere,...for those in the know:

Janna St. James sells "pendants" online.

Janna St. James, writing as Jesse Jubilee James, said crap like "You all have temples within you, go there if you want to honor me."

After the "death" of her online love, this crazy whore escorted Paula Bonhomme to what were supposedly all of Jesse Jubilee James' favorite spots - in Colorado and New Mexico - two places well-known to NewAgers as imaginary "power spots" in America.

And, finally, Janna St. James is stupid. Not as stupid as Paula Bonhomme, but stupid enough to write this on her blog:

"Some who have never had any direct contact with me whatsoever and some who have and think they know me at all like to say I'm the world's best online scammer EVER. Every decade or so I get a taste to pose as a man (and up to 20 other people simultaneously) and reel me in some juicy middle-aged woman flesh for purposes they never quite explain. It sure ain't money or sex."

Now Paula Bonhomme is suing Janna St. James, and saying to herself over and over, "I just wish I knew why, you know, I wish I knew why." Ha! - that's easy, Baby:

So the rest of us - but especially your ex-husband - can laugh at the both of you fucking fruitcakes.

Since I mentioned the Penelope Dingle story (which, as you can see, didn't end well) and her former husband was posing as some kind of NewAge TV expert on healthcare or some shit, let's move on to America's "Dr. Oz". That's Mehmet Oz, a real doctor that was introduced to the American public by our NewAge queen of talk, Oprah Winfrey, and, since then, has morphed into a total quack right before our eyes. Oz is married to a "Reiki Healer", you see, so now he feels compelled to turn the American public on to all sorts of nonsense:

This is the same physician who had in essence given up science-based medicine in favor of media stardom based on the promotion of alternative medicine. Of late Dr. Oz has been getting worse, too, promoting pseudoscience and what can only be described, in my opinion, as quackery. The snake oil that Dr. Oz has promoted over the last several months includes Dr. Joe Mercola, one of the biggest promoters of "alternative" health, whom Dr. Oz first had on his show about a year ago and then defiantly defended in a return appearance in early 2011. Then, in a rapid one-two punch, Dr. Oz had an ayurvedic yogi named Cameron Alborzian, who promoted highly dubious medicine, including "tongue diagnosis," to be followed a few days later by something I would never, even in my most cynical assessment of Dr. Oz, expected, namely the appearance of faith healer Issam Nemeh on his show. Worse, Dr. Oz showed zero signs of skepticism. Unfortunately, Dr. Oz wasn't done. In rapid succession next Dr. Oz endorsed a diet that he once eschewed as quackery and then, to top it all off, invited psychic John Edward onto his show, asking Is talking to the dead a new kind of therapy? This latter episode so shocked me that I basically said, "Stick a fork in him, Dr. Oz is done when it comes to SBM." Dr. Oz's descent was complete, and that is now the trouble with Dr. Oz and much of the reason why in 2011 the James Randi Educational Foundation awarded him the The Media Pigasus Award for the second year in a row. I fear he very well may three-peat in 2012.

And that he may. Not that cares. Oz - and his wife - are NewAgers, and like good ol' Janna St. James, this is nothing but a game of Power and Control (AKA "How Long Can I Get Away With This?") and their addiction to it demands that they'll string their fraud out as long as humanly possible.

You can think of NewAgers and quacks as the Bernie Madoffs of the spiritual and medical worlds, but they're all the same. Listen to Dr. Steve Novella, who was recently featured on Oz's program:

We get the same exact nonsense from believers in alien visitation, psychic phenomena, ghosts, or whatever – they naively and self-servingly assume that anyone who disagrees with them must be afraid of something. The reality is we are just interested in the truth.

See? That's what makes them so easy to spot once you understand their M.O., and a big part of their operation is looking to "reel me in some juicy middle-aged woman flesh for purposes they never quite explain." That's how they got my ex-wife, y'all. So here's today's message to readers of Flying Tiger Comics, Australian women - Hell, all women everywhere - and to the men, world-wide, who love them:

Don't be the one.

Until next time - take care,

CMC