ENERGY SYSTEM x2

Here is some footage not included in the original episode of the Church Street Energy System. I do not like being out on the street with a camera because people get all defensive, even though they are being monitored by their cell phone and closed-circuit tv cameras constantly. There is no convincing people of anything but what they were told on TV last night.
This short tour barely scratches the surface of the current and historic place of Burlington, Vermont in the overall systematic control of humans.

The Church Street Energy System (is the solution)

In late 2004/early 2005 I spent as much time as I could out on Church Street in Burlington, Vermont standing with a sign that read "The Church Street Energy System." This video is a result of wanting to communicate to a wider audience.
Beginning in 2002, seeing that we were headed for a major war in Iraq, I began to read newspapers, magazines and books and finally got online. I had been wrapped up in being an artist, concentrating on the visual and making imagery so much that my reading habits had dwindled to almost nothing.
The return to reading has altered my understanding of the world and of myself. I began to read information that before I had considered crazy or foolish just to see if there was any truth to to be found. I took it in critically yet understanding new or unfamiliar concepts means to take them in and roll them around to see how well they hold up against experience and other information.
I am learning a great deal about self-delusion, mass delusion, the nature of knowledge and so much more. Though the world is increasingly a bummer externally, internally I have shed some of the more foolish notions and ways that have been real downers in my life.
Sometimes information can be overwhelming, depressing and often misleading but tackling it can be likened to climbing a mountain or facing any sort of difficult task; there are times where one wants to turn around, go back home and call it a day, but most often if one follows the initial desire to see what is at the top the rewards are greater.
The information I came across initially inspired me to go out on the main pedestrian, outdoor mall called Church Street and talk to whoever would listen. The main trigger was a book by William Henry entitled "Cloak of the Illuminati" about Henry's discovery of symbolism and occult use of the pedestrian mall in front of the Tennessee State Capitol building. He realized that the symbolism and layout of the mall resembled nothing less than a chakra system. This may seem wild to some, but I suggest reading some Manley p. Hall, a Masonic author and historian to see the amount of eastern and cabalistic knowledge Masons use. Architects and city planners are either Masons or directed by Masons. They plan long-term. Nothing is randomly placed. Some areas may be allowed to go unused similar to a farmer letting a field or two go fallow. And there is a hidden language, symbolism, that can be read just like any other language,and is in fact better because that means it can be "read" by anybody who sees it no matter what language they speak as their native tongue.
Church Street is chock-full of various symbols laid into the brickwork of the street, in and on the buildings, the various sculptures and their placement. The names of the streets as well. This video can be viewed as basic introduction to what I understand is going on here and around the world. There is a heavy dose of David Icke as well as William Henry and others. My views have evolved since 2005 when this was filmed, but the gist of it is there.

Sci-Fi Viral Infection

A few days after Christmas I came down with a "non-specific viral infection" very much resembling chicken-pox. Low on money already, I still had to take five days off from work. At the same time my roommate of six months moved back to Boston and a total stranger has taken his place.
Feeling totally disjointed, listening to BBC and NPR propaganda, I went to the library to find some fiction to take my mind off of the stick in the mud feeling slowly enveloping my being. Quickly passing the stacks before my energy could fall away, I had in mind some Isaac Asimov, some science fiction, but before I could get to the A Section I ran into my old friend Philip K. Dick. None of the his short-story collections or even his sci-fi novels were on the shelf. Only three novels, none of which I had read, were there.
Humpty Dumpty In Oakland, Voices From The Street, and The Broken Bubble. The first two I just finished and I am now starting up on the third. Though not "uplifting" the world of everyday people and the reality they occupy is satisfying to enter into. T.V. salesmen, used-car lot owners and mechanics swirl about in 1950's west coast America, all trying to move foreward yet meeting challenges both mundane and cosmic, challenges seemingly impossible to overcome.
Philip K. Dick is aware, often humorously, of the gap between the material focus of modern life and the spiritual, cosmic yeanings which, in his characters, break through the facade of televisions and car engines and jump into their lives as unstoppable forces from another dimension.
I have had a long relatioship with Philip K. Dick beginning with Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? A.K.A. "Bladerunner", starting back in 1982. I went to see the movie with my father, and fifteen minutes into the best film I had ever seen, my dad pulled me out of the theater because Harrison Ford shot a woman in the back. Aaargh! I now appreciate my father's action but at the time boy was I pissed ! From that moment on however I was a dedicated fan of P.K.Dick.
At another soul-killing time, the five months I lived in D.C., I immersed myself in the works of Dick due to the fact that the D.C. public library downtown had pretty much the entire ouvre of his science-fiction works. I lived on 13th street S.E. where I learned first-hand that the people who run our government, elected or not, DO NOT CARE. Stepping on used needles and crack vials and looking up to see the Capitol building only a few blocks away did it for me. Crunch! DO.Crunch!NOT.Crunch!CARE.
There was more to that place which I experienced but the resonance between the sci-fi reality of Philip K. Dick and the "real" world of D.C. in 1992-3 was completely in sync for me.
I do not know where Dick received his occult/cosmic knowledge (previous to his VALIS experinces) but in this current world his visions ring true.

Unconventional Weaponry

Herbert Mitgang's 1981 book The Montauk Fault is a fictional account of an ex-reporter willingly caught up in Cold War espionage dealing with advanced geophysical weaponry.
The main character, Sam Linkum quits his news oriented paper after it is absorbed by a t.v.-news conglomerate. Linkum then gets a call from his old WW2 Air Corps counterintelligence buddy now working as a civilian in the Pentagon. Hap Chorley is now civilian director of the United States Air Force Security Service. Hap wants Sam to deliver a message to the Soviets via another old friend who used to work with them in Soviet Intelligence but now head of an art museum.
Soon Sam is caught up in secret meetings and travelling around the U.S. and Europe. Private helicoptors, military jets large and small are there to wisk him away to the necessary places. At one point the Soviets even fly him personally in a Mig jet fighter to a top-secret location.
The Soviets have weapons that can trigger earthquakes. The U.S. has weaponry that can evaporate lakes. Sam is the messenger between the two powers as they conduct geophysical and weather warfare. The public is unaware that these "natural catastrophes" are the result of warfare.
Mitgang is a skilled author who keeps the action going. He was involved in Air Corp counterintelligence during WW2 as well as working as an Army correspondent.
This is a story written by a New York Times cultural correspondent about a reporter who is in essence still working for military intelligence. To put two and two together, here are some excerpts...
Hap mentions some agents killed in Armenia in a Soviet-made earthquake " 'Four, maybe five college professors,' he said "Our front was an archeological dig. I had some of the same professors that I used under contract during the Vietnam War. Their universities, by the way, were happy to cooperate and serve as the conduit for payments. You know, you can most always buy a professor by dangling a fat research grant, a conference at th Aspen Insitute in Colorado or Berlin, and guarantee that you'll get his book published afterward, never mind how...Anyway, my professors were supposedly looking for the umpteenth Lion Gate of the Hittites...On the side they dug up the real stuff-analyzing data about the Russkies in Soviet Armenia.' "
Sam asks about an article he saw as suspicious and Hap says," 'No Problem-wecan get stuff on Reuters wire just like we can get stuff on the American netwoks with our inside friends. Everybody's got a price, even journalists-they just happen to work a little cheaper than others...' "
The Russian guy says at one point " We have many science-fiction books written in my country because one can say things about other planets that we cannot about our own."
Also of interest is the book's title The Montauk Fault. In the story the quake in Armenia was a deliberate targeting of the archeologists/spies. The second quake targets Long Island's Montauk, location of Montauk Air Force station where the 1943 Philadelphia time travel experiments took place.
Another little tidbit in the first chapter Mitgang writes "Overlooking President Washington's freemasonry, several of the memorial services that Sunday called attention to his prescience and faith in God and country, his devotion to the Montauk lighthouse, and to the men who put out to sea guided by the shining light of a Higher Being."
As another aside, the author points out the Soviet suppression of Jews at the time and restriction of their immigration to Israel. Of course the top Soviets were both freemasons and Jewish, and the founders of Israel were atheist communists and with the "fall of the Berlin Wall" tons of Russian Jews took off for Israel.
To sum up:
Reporters are intelligence assets.
War is waged through "natural" catastrophes.
N.Y. Times writers pay homage to feemasonry and Israel when writing revealing books.

Video Postcard From Burlington, Vt.

It's only going to get worse. How's that for positive thinking?

1999 Columbine Shootings In Detail

Evan Long researched the over 30,000 public documents related to the 1999 Columbine, Colorado shootings and has formed a 3-D picture of the event from eye-witness accounts. This needs to be seen by people looking for clues behind Virginia Tech and Mumbai. Compelling.

My interview with Evan. More details and a good overview of the events of April 20, 1999.

FIND OUT FOR YOURSELF

LUCIAN (of Samosata) said in A.D. 165 :
"We were suddenly caught in a whirlwind, which turned our vessel several times around in a circle with tremendous speed and lifted it more than three thousand stadia into the air, not setting it down again on the sea, but kept it suspended above the water at that height, and carried us on, and with swelled sails, above the clouds.
After an aerial voyage of seven days and seven nights, we sighted land in the air. It was an island, luminous, spherical and shining with strong light.
We put into it, and having cast anchor, landed. On examining the country, we discovered that it was inhabited and cultivated.
In the daylight we could see nothing from where we were, but when night came, other islands became visible to us in the surrounding air, some close by, some larger and some smaller, with the apppearance of fire.
There was another island below us , with cities, rivers, seas, woods, and mountains on it. This, we concluded, was our own world."
This could be the most honest description of travel between the planets of our solar system.

WHEN THE SLEEPER WAKES by H.G.Wells (1899).
A metaphorical description the world situation to someone who spent 200 years in suspended animation :
"His Japanese attendant, Asano, in expounding the political history of the intervening two centuries, drew an apt image from a seed eaten by insect parasites. First there is the original seed, ripening vigorously enough. And then comes some insect and lays an egg under the skin, and behold! in a little while the seed is a hollow shape with an active grub inside that has eaten out its substance. And then comes some secondary parasite , some ichneumon fly, and lays an egg within this grub, and behold! that, too, is a hollow shape, and the living thing inside its predecessor's skin which itself is snug within the seed coat. And the seed coat still keeps its shape, most people think it a seed still, and for all one knows it may still think itself a seed, vigourous and alive. 'Your Victorian kingdom' said Asano, ' was like that-kingship with its heart eaten out.' The landowners-the barons and gentry-began ages ago with King John; there were lapses, but they beheaded King Charles, and ended practically with King George, a mere husk of a king...the real power in the hands of their parliament. But the Parliament-the organ of the land-holding tenant-ruling gentry-did not keep its power long. The change had already come in the nineteenth century. The franchises had been broadened until it incuded masses of ignorant men, "urban myriads" who went in their featureless thousands to vote together. And the natural consequence of a swarming constituency is the rule of the party organization. Power was passing even in the Victorian time to the party machinery, secret, complex, and corrupt. Very speedily power was in the hand of great men of business who financed the machines. A time came when the real power and interest of the Empire rested visibly between the two party councils, ruling by newspapers and electoral organizations-two small groups of rich and able men, working at first in opposition, then presently together."
Does this remind us of today, A.D. 2008 ?

ETIDORHPA by John Uri Lloyd, 1895, p.86 :
" The speaker stood in a stooping position, with his face towards the earth as if to shelter it from the sunshine. He was less than five feet in height. His arms and legs were bare, and his skin, the color of light blue putty, glistened in the sunlight like the slimy hide of a water dog. He raised his head, and I shuddered afright as I beheld that his face was not that of a human. His forehead extended in an unbroken plane from crown to cheekbone, and the chubby tip of an abortive nose without nostrils formed a short projection near the center of the level ridge which represented a countenance. There was no semblance of an eye, for there were no sockets. Yet his voice was singularly perfect. His face, if face it could be called, was wet, and water dripped from all parts of his slippery person. Yet, repulsive as he looked, I shuddered more at the rememberance of that cold, clammy hand than at the sight of his figure, for a dead man could not have chilled me as he had done, with his sappy skin, from which moisture seemed to ooze as from the hide of a water lizard."
Supposedly the story of William Morgan, initiator of the Anti-Masonic Period (1826-1845).

NEW ATLANTIS by Francis Bacon, 1624:
"We have also sound-houses, where we practice and demonstrate all sounds and their generation. We have harmonies which you have not, of quarter-sounds and lesser slides of sounds. Diverse instruments of music likewise to you unknown, some sweeter than any you have; together with bells and rings that are dainty and sweet. We represent small sounds as great and deep; likewise great sounds, extenuate and sharp; we make diverse tremblings and warblings of sound, which in their original are entire. We represent and imitate all articulate sounds and letters, and the voices and notes of beasts and birds. We have certain helps, which set the ear do futher the hearing greatly. We have also diverse strange and artificial echoes, reflecting the voice many times,and as it were tossing it; and some that give back the voice louder than it came, some shriller and deeper; yea, some rendering the voice, differing in the articulate sound from that they receive.We also have means to convey sounds in trunks and pipes, in strange lines and distances."
King of "New Atlantis" describing to a sailor "the riches of Solomon's House". Apparently the future North America.