Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Box Nineyes..

I thought I’d follow up my Jim-Earl post with something equally disturbing. Jim-Earl, although severely repressed and maniacally abnormal for a domesticated feline, made the experience of writing a small bio about himself even more upsetting by holding me at gunpoint while writing it.. He allowed me short shrift in actual truth to his endeavors and plans for the future of humankind..

I’ll have more about that when he lets me back into the house..

Something that has always interested me and that I’ve found to be surprising is the fact that certain elements of social engineering and mind control stay hidden for such long periods of time. Often times never being revealed unless some curious researcher takes an unorthodox amount of time in an activity that is almost laughed at in this digital age.

Research. In a Library no less. A big silent hulking behemoth of dead words..

Take Dr. Ewen Cameron for instance; introduction, courtesy of Wikipedia:

Born in Bridge of Allan in 1901, a Scottish-American psychiatrist he graduated from the University of Glasgow in 1924.

Cameron was the author of the psychic driving concept which the CIA found particularly interesting. In it he described his theory on correcting madness, which consisted of erasing existing memories and rebuilding the psyche completely. After being recruited by the CIA, he commuted to Montreal every week to work at the Allan Memorial Institute of the McGill University, and was paid $69,000 from 1957 to 1964 to carry out MKULTRA experiments there. The CIA appears to have given him the potentially deadly experiments to carry out, as they would be tried on non-US citizens. However, documents released in 1977 revealed that thousands of unwitting, as well as voluntary subjects were tested on during that time period. These subjects included United States citizens.[citation needed]

In addition to LSD, Cameron also experimented with various paralytic drugs, as well as electroconvulsive therapy at 30 to 40 times the normal power. His "driving" experiments consisted of putting subjects into drug-induced coma for months on end (up to three in one case) while playing tape loops of noise or simple repetitive statements. His experiments were typically carried out on patients who had entered the institute for minor problems such as anxiety disorders and post-partum depression, many of whom suffered permanently from his actions. His work in this field was inspired and paralleled by the British psychiatrist Dr William Sargant who carried out virtually identical experiments at St Thomas' Hospital, London and Belmont Hospital, Surrey, also without his patients' consent.

It was during this era that Cameron became known worldwide, serving as the second President of the World Psychiatric Association, as well as president of the AmericanNuremberg medical tribunal a decade earlier, where he accused German medics of things he himself did between 1934 - 1960 or later, though his scientific work during World War II for the OSS has never been a secret. and Canadian psychiatric associations. He was also a member of the

How does an individual like this gain the reputable presidential seat in the World Psychiatric Association after practically lobotomizing his patients (some not even considered insane under thorough examination) through atrocious and often times abominable torture?

Could it be that the very funds [CIA] that aided him in his Manchurian candidate experiments needed to be funneled into a future that would provide a redeemable back story for this demon? Just in case some paranoid tried to convince the public that shit like this actually goes on all the time behind the saturated entrained scenes of the idiot-eye staredown with the bumbling all-consuming masses?

It all comes down to weapons.. Weapons that only have one function – to kill.. And all the tools used to create those weapons have to be put away nicely; sometimes hidden from prying eyes under the guise of shining careers in un-provable sciences.

Bottom line, Ewen Cameron was yet another tool in the black ops possession. Lured by money to create programmed assassins that could have certain memories erased on cue through drugs, hypnosis or some other mechanism after they’d pulled the gun, fled and been captured.

“Wha? I heard voices. It was the birds that told me to do it..”

His politically corrected term ‘differential amnesia’ became the fascination behind the brutal experimentation on innocent people with the sought after goal of being able to eradicate memory through chemical or biological means.

I guess what’s so disturbing is the fact that these ‘patients’ (patience my pets) were sometimes committed to this experimentation due to something as common as a migraine?!?!

The patient, kept isolated in what was referred to as a ‘sleep’ room and administered a combination of drugs and elecrtroshock therapy (sometimes extraordinarily high – normal 110 volts, our buddy Cameron used upwards of 150 volts for more than a second) sometimes twice a day. The drug regimen a ‘sleep cocktail’ consisting of Thorazine, Nembutal, Seconal, Veronal, and Phenergan. The subject would be awakened several times a day for the electroconvulsive therapy. The treatment lasting sometimes up to a month maybe two..

Cameron’s treatment was successful based on three stages. The first stage, much memory loss but still the knowledge that they were a subject for migraines in a clinic with doctors and orderlies and good little nurses. The second stage, what Cameron called ‘space-time image’, the complete loss of knowledge of where and why the subject was even admitted. Imagine waking up in a hospital bed and not knowing why or how you got there and no one giving you any information (because that was conditional to the ‘treatment’). The third and finally stage to this nightmarish Kafkaesque environment was complete amnesia..

The subject has been Depatterned.. I guess migraines aren’t gonna be an issue any more?

These Reichish internment camp methods actually took place by an eventually reputed doctor of psychiatry? Upholding his Hippocratic oath under the commited patriotic bent of national security. I fight the urge to expel psychotic laughter in this coffee house.

Robert Jay Lifton terms it ‘Doubling’ implying that such a doctor holds two different, often completely contradictory, points of view simulataneoulsy: one, in which the physician feels he is upholding his Hippocratic oath ‘to do no harm’ and the second in which he commits acts of unquestionable brutality in the name of the State, or the greater good, or whatever justification is fashionable at the time. It is tantamount to having two personalities, two categories in which to pigeonhole the various opinions, feelings and strategies necessary to support them.

Reality, by current scientific standards, may be a conscious created illusion but I fear that the stronger psyche is the psychotic one in this dimension as this is only one of many cases of this type of One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s nest “Ooperation” game play. The McMurphy’s of this nightmarescape are all headed in the slotted direction using free-will as if it were a bad hand in a poker game.. Hey wait a minute, I’ve seen all this before??..

Once upon a time with a card table in a ward on the hill..

Monday, December 08, 2008

Jim-Earl


Well, Jesus Jim-Earl Trismegistus (Jim-Jam or Jim for short) entered the Shag Palace in April (the 4th oddly enough) and he’s been eating ever since..

He likes to lick his 8 foot tail (he’s got a long one), taunt dogs (got him a spiked collar cause he says he’s a dog-killer, c’mon Jim?), and watch Discovery Channel..

So, since I’ve always anthropomorphized in the past and like to think that I’m pretty adept at it (might even go so far as claiming I’m ‘king’ at it), I’ll let you into Jim-Earl’s world for a bit..

Jim-Earl came to me today with the intention of getting me to examine his, as he calls it, 5th appendage..

I’ve suggested, nothing short of complained, that his tail is entirely too long for a domesticated feline and made mention that we lop it off and donate it to science..

When he asked what a ‘domesticated feline was..’ I knew we were headed nowhere fast in the current conversation..

So I realigned my conversational stance and asked him to explain himself in the simplest terms..

He began with a slightly abnormal request (typical for him) – ‘Do you have any books on monkeys?’

I said no..

‘All these books and none about monkeys huh?’

I said to him (like I always do) in the nicest way possible (as he tends to taunt me when I get irritated) that I was actually working, that I’m a busy man and asked if he could please ‘get to the point..’

He said ‘Well, since you and my tail don’t seem to get along and since I’ve finally formed a relationship with my tail having realized that biting it really hard hurts real bad and that maybe it’s actually part of me and not my enemy, I’d like to keep my tail. I want to teach my tail some tricks like lassoing and maybe use it as a whip for destroying more of your house and such. Well, yesterday when you were watching that animal channel I noticed monkeys. Yeah, monkeys! And they could use their tails to swing from trees and shit. So I want to learn how to brachiate and shit.. Like maybe from your ceiling fan or lamp..’

It was here that I was forced to tell him that the expletives weren’t appreciated especially while biting my legs and feet..

Anyway, I promised I’d get him some books on monkeys so he’d go away..

In parting, he even had the nerve to criticize me for taking anthropomorphism to new levels and that I must feel pretty stupid explaining to my human family and friends how smart he is and all the things he’s interested in doing.. He came to this conclusion after I’d explained to him what a ‘domesticated feline’ is.. What was even more frustrating was the fact that as he was demeaning me with these comments he was taking his paw and hitting the side of his head sayin ‘always thinking. Always thinking..’

There was nothing to say to it, obviously, considering, he’d hypocritically reminded me as he was headed for his box, that I’d promised him a blogspot a couple weeks ago and he hasn’t forgotten about it..

I thought about arguing the fact that we just concluded that he was a cat and that there’s no way he’d be able to blog, but thought better of it, as he’d just get me involved in another one of his purposeful tautological quandaries.

Hence, Jim-Earl..

He’s a good little guy, when he’s asleep..

Adaptation through Idiosyncratic Creation


I’ve started it..

Yessiiree, this is something beyond the confines of the rape this is my life but I feel it must be done that the majority of those around me will stop sounding gibberish..


Like the 13th warrior at the fire with those Norse giants, I’ve developed such a method to translate said gibberish..
I’m going to teach myself ADD and possibly ADHD..

That’s right..

Think about it?

What better way to adapt to the younger generation than one who’s mastered Attention Deficit Disorder through sheer will power and discipline like some Jedi??


I’ll be revered..

My first attempt will be without the advent of video games, cell phones, the television etc., which make it even more of a challenge. Maybe even impossible..


I know I can do this..


I’ve set out my itinerary - please feel free to comment so that I may better adapt my research for streamlined chances of success..


Activities to derive effects of ADD (and secondarily ADHD):


1.) watch ants

2.) stand on head

3.) while lying on back attempt to keep sheet of tinfoil off face by blowing

4.) Walk backwards everywhere I go

5.) Speak only in adjectives

6.) Eat without hands

7.) Master the Ellipses' (in writing and speech)

There's more I just have to think about it for a time..