The Kennedy presidency as an intelligence operation. From beginning to end. The entire narrative constructed, scripted, culminating in his public slaughter in Dealey Plaza. But, why would such an operation have taken place?
Fifty years after the fact, the discerning mind knows there was a conspiracy, originating at the apex of world power. But, why?
Pissing off the Mob?
President Kennedy's constant fucking with the CIA?
Cuba?
Vietnam?
The Fed?
Global colonialism?
Those bad Texas cowboys mingling with the eastern blue-bloods?
And, we long to KNOW. But, I'm not at all certain anymore knowing anything brings understanding. I think back to the times in my life where I have been betrayed (or have betrayed someone), and there was a desperate desire to know all the facts. As if those facts would free me from the prison of my suffering. They did not.
I recently heard an interview Peter Lavenda did with Whitley Strieber. They were discussing the immense suffering that took place in the world in the the 20th century, and they both wondered why it happened. Lavenda said he thought it may have something to do with energy, that there was a tremendous production of energy that derived from human suffering.
Can human consciousness be cultivated, mined and used, just like any other resource on earth? More valuable than gold or oil or heroin?
The possibility of the awakening of human consciousness to its self-imposed frame became a real and distinct possibility in the last century, it is my perception. That awakening would completely change the way life is lived on earth; the current power structure with so much to lose would be destroyed without one bomb being dropped anywhere. Consciousness would change. Being would change. Nothing to conquer or overcome. Only a grand awakening.
The frame is created and enforced with shock and fear, and keeps "being" spinning in the very small circumference of self. Is all "being" conditioned? And, if there is no conditioning what is being? But, we don't even get to these questions because of the absorption of attention within the frame of consciousness. This absorption consumes our lives, which may be done with great intent.
We think of ourselves as unique entities, but we are stamped out like so many loaves of bread on an assembly line, convinced of this "individual" we call me, deeply afraid of this undeniable no-thingness which lurks beyond all form and thought.
These days I do wonder if the ultimate goal behind the murder of President Kennedy was the mining and harvesting of human consciousness. To keep the collective hand off the door of no-thingness which leads to awakening.
Stan Wilbourne Wrote:The Kennedy presidency as an intelligence operation. From beginning to end. The entire narrative constructed, scripted, culminating in his public slaughter in Dealey Plaza ...
These days I do wonder if the ultimate goal behind the murder of President Kennedy was the mining and harvesting of human consciousness. To keep the collective hand off the door of no-thingness which leads to awakening.
Splendid post, Stan.
I've walked this ground for more than a decade, and I keep returning to my starting point.
We're on the same journey. And we're in select if sparse company.
Stan Wilbourne Wrote:We think of ourselves as unique entities, but we are stamped out like so many loaves of bread on an assembly line, convinced of this "individual" we call me, deeply afraid of this undeniable no-thingness which lurks beyond all form and thought.
Reminds me of Mark Twain's story "The Mysterious Stranger" -
"Strange! that you should not have suspected years agocenturies, ages, eons, ago!for you have existed, companionless, through all the eternities."
"Strange, indeed, that you should not have suspected that your universe and its contents were only dreams, visions, fiction! Strange, because they are so frankly and hysterically insanelike all dreams: a God who could make good children as easily as bad, yet preferred to make bad ones; who could have made every one of them happy, yet never made a single happy one; who made them prize their bitter life, yet stingily cut it short; who gave his angels eternal happiness unearned, yet required his other children to earn it; who gave his angels painless lives, yet cursed his other children with biting miseries and maladies of mind and body; who mouths justice and invented hellmouths mercy and invented hellmouths Golden Rules, and forgiveness multiplied by seventy times seven, and invented hell; who mouths morals to other people and has none himself; who frowns upon crimes, yet commits them all; who created man without invitation, then tries to shuffle the responsibility for man's acts upon man, instead of honorably placing it where it belongs, upon himself; and finally, with altogether divine obtuseness, invites a poor, abused slave to worship him!" . . .
"You perceive, now, that these things are all impossible except in a dream. You perceive that they are pure and puerile insanities, the silly creations of an imagination that is not conscious of its freaksin a word, that they are a dream, and you the maker of it. The dream-marks are all present; you should have recognized them earlier."
"It is true, that which I have revealed to you; there is no God, no universe, no human race, no earthly life, no heaven, no hell. It is all a dreama grotesque and foolish dream. Nothing exists but you. And you are but a thoughta vagrant thought, a useless thought, a homeless thought, wandering forlorn among the empty eternities!"
Hello Charles,
My sister has a few cats as pets. I've been playing with one of them recently, one of those feather-on-string-wand things (I think officially it's called "The Cat Dancer"); you show the cat the bright feather, then jerk it away as the cat gets close. The cat is endlessly fascinated with this game, her eye squarely on the bright feather as it darts back and forth in her field of vision. The cat becomes absorbed, mindlessly chasing the feather.
The other day she and I played this game together when suddenly her eye caught my hand, holding the wand and moving the string and feather. It stopped her dead in her tracks. Her perception had shifted. Now when I attempt to engage her, she'll look at the feather swinging to and fro, and then she'll look up at the moving hand that is the source of the whole thing. The game doesn't fascinate her so much anymore.
I think that's a case of a shifting frame. What fascinates me now is not so much when a frame shifts, but when they are shattered. Is that even a possibility? I am moving towards the understanding that there is that possibility for the human mind. And, it scares the hell out of those that have the world to lose.
Quote:"You perceive, now, that these things are all impossible except in a dream. You perceive that they are pure and puerile insanities, the silly creations of an imagination that is not conscious of its freaksin a word, that they are a dream, and you the maker of it. The dream-marks are all present; you should have recognized them earlier."
"It is true, that which I have revealed to you; there is no God, no universe, no human race, no earthly life, no heaven, no hell. It is all a dreama grotesque and foolish dream. Nothing exists but you. And you are but a thoughta vagrant thought, a useless thought, a homeless thought, wandering forlorn among the empty eternities!"
Thanks, Tracy. Quite beautiful.
Stan
Your direction moves the camera in and out of the frames
a stage set or television sound stage or here's one
on the USS Iowa (BB-61) the veteran guide describes NCIS filming there
then returning to the sound stage
and the difference:
when you can see the overhead, it's "real"; when not, it's ersatz, a set
I would posit your grasp of this concept of frames is entirely the core, imperfectly presented in the Matrix series
Charles
You with George Michael Evica bring the observation from the tenth row that it is a dramatic construct
produced to create cognitive dissonance through the doppleganger fugue
and the cloak of religion apparent in Arrogance suggests the overall deception
Tracy
You present a reaction to a duplicitous, conniving, manipulative--wait for it--and satanic "god"
Of course enlightenment comes from first questioning then transcending the premises
Phil's footnote
I am on the holodeck and you here at the Forum have created what Antiques Roadshow appraises under Toys
an agricultural equipment model carried by the traveling sales rep to represent the awesome power in the field
I had a Whitley Strieber read by Roddy McDowall in which They simply come through walls
Seamus Coogan's research shows Allen Dulles at the root of UFO mythology to cover experimental aircraft and control perception
Sibel Edmonds says Gladio originated in the mind of Allen Dulles
From earliest "civilization" rulers have confounded their authority with the divine
Did not Allen Dulles scoff, near death, "that little Kennedy. . .he thought he was a god"
When we take back the Director's role to ourselves we threaten their power
Thus was the danger of that Kennedy
Admen and madmen, Riefenstahl, Hunt & Phillips, Public Relations
On occasion on a clear night in the mountain forest the sublime symphonic opus opens
O they wish to slam it shut
Put us all in their tiger cages
The air up here is tonic
On with the show, Good Health To You!
Stan Wilbourne Wrote:Quote:"You perceive, now, that these things are all impossible except in a dream. You perceive that they are pure and puerile insanities, the silly creations of an imagination that is not conscious of its freaksin a word, that they are a dream, and you the maker of it. The dream-marks are all present; you should have recognized them earlier."
"It is true, that which I have revealed to you; there is no God, no universe, no human race, no earthly life, no heaven, no hell. It is all a dreama grotesque and foolish dream. Nothing exists but you. And you are but a thoughta vagrant thought, a useless thought, a homeless thought, wandering forlorn among the empty eternities!"
Thanks, Tracy. Quite beautiful.
I would add, if I may, a slight variation on Twain (who I greatly admire too).
Who is the dreamer and whom made the dream? Any why the dream at all?
The human imagination, if properly trained and laboriously honed is a truly miraculous faculty. A fifth element so to speak. The cosmic oyster.
The secret as Twain implies in the foregoing is to be conscious of it's (own) freaks.
Then things change.
Stan Wilbourne Wrote:I think that's a case of a shifting frame. What fascinates me now is not so much when a frame shifts, but when they are shattered. Is that even a possibility? I am moving towards the understanding that there is that possibility for the human mind. And, it scares the hell out of those that have the world to lose.
I'm an interloper here, but I find this discussion intriguing. Hope you don't mind my injecting a few comments.
Yes, the passage from Twain is lovely. I remember reading the story in school (time was when you could actually be given something like that to read in school). I also am led to think of Borges' exploration of the labyrinths of consciousness. Or even of something like "The Matrix" (to draw from popular culture).
But I have a question, too. Perception, etymologically speaking, implies "total grasp" ('per' in this case meaning 'through/thorough'). At its limit, that would seem to indicate framelessness. But at the risk of stating the obvious to the sophisticated, such a notion of frameless perception seems like a perfect candidate for deconstruction.
Perhaps a frame can be shattered. But would it not be replaced by another frame, perhaps larger, perhaps entirely different, but a frame nonetheless?
If it weren't, then are we still speaking of perception? (I end in the interrogative mode.)
David Guyatt Wrote:I would add, if I may, a slight variation on Twain (who I greatly admire too).
Who is the dreamer and whom made the dream? Any why the dream at all?.
Lewis Carroll is indeed also appropriate here! (Through the Looking Glass, Chpt 12).
Quote: 'Now, Kitty, let's consider who it was that dreamed it all. This is a serious question, my dear, and you should NOT go on licking your paw like thatas if Dinah hadn't washed you this morning! You see, Kitty, it MUST have been either me or the Red King. He was part of my dream, of coursebut then I was part of his dream, too! WAS it the Red King, Kitty? You were his wife, my dear, so you ought to knowOh, Kitty, DO help to settle it! I'm sure your paw can wait!' But the provoking kitten only began on the other paw, and pretended it hadn't heard the question.
Which do YOU think it was?
Colin Wilson in The Occult:
"It is an idea that has occurred to many occultists: that life is basically some kind of game, whose pre-condition is that the players should suffer from amnesia, and then cope as best they can with the series of choices presented over three-quarters of a century. In that case, criminals could be regarded as the losers, those who have made the worst possible choices; the winners would be those who have come closest to overcoming the forgetfulness' with which we begin the game. In The Mysterious Stranger, Mark Twain made the disturbing assertion that God got tired of being in a lonely, empty universe, and created the whole shadow-show of life, in which he is the only real person the others being robots, made to seem alive."
Thomas Ligotti, in his book The Conspiracy Against the Human Race, takes the "puppet show" theme to more pessimistic extremes, where nature has accidentally created self-conscious puppets who have the illusion of free will.