The Mother of all Conspiracy Theories

The Mother of all Conspiracies

In many ways I am lucky. I have lived in the time that spanned the primitive era of communications of the party telephone line where up to 15 people shared a single phone line and newspaper communications. I saw television come into existence and even computers. I was around when the internet was born and with a very expensive service, you could access databases of information. That was way before Google. Now, more information than anyone can process is available at the click of a mouse in a split second if you have a good connection. We used to have to wait for the library to open and then look it up in an Encyclopedia that was at least 5 years out of date! Not only that, but they were huge and heavy. Now all that fits in the palm of your hand.

BUT....before I was even born, before this country was even in its infancy, the founders were warning of a conspiracy to destroy it and the people of this planet. We aren't talking about some nut cases bowing down to Glenn Beck. We are talking about Thomas Jefferson, John Adams, Benjamin Franklin and even our first president, George Washington. Information was hard to come by in those times. Have you ever wondered what they could have stumbled upon to cause them to birth the original conspiracy theory? Those men didn't believe in internet MEMEs...because they didn't exist. They believed in what they could see, hear and touch. They were schooled in logic and reasoning. Where did this come from, you have to ask?

Then we move on to my generation and my parent's generation. President Eisenhower, a decorated military man, warned of the same thing, as did Kennedy when he tried to dismantle the Federal Reserve (a privately owned bank) and then Johnson. No Republican after Eisenhower has breathed the words: Military Industrial Complex. Reagan in a moment of clarity alluded to a Christian Rightwing taking over the country and then slipped back into senility. All these allusions to someone trying to take over the country and the world.

I have sat with some of the most intelligent men simply because a girl of my age asking the right questions was amusing to them. They all spoke of this conspiracy but at no point did they ever nail the conspiracy down, who the conspirators were and how it was to be implemented. All they had because of the constraint of the manner of communications was implication, various threads and a vague “them”.

I asked two questions. Who are they? What is the ultimate goal?

I got no answer because all anyone had was threads...pieces of a puzzle that had no box with a picture. You knew something was going on and you knew it was bad but you didn't know who or really what. You could point to single pieces but not arrange them, every once in a while two piece clicked together and floated like an island in the middle of the rest of the fragments, and you had an overall view that said someone, somewhere was controlling everything to a massive destructive meltdown or something.

Well, we are in the meltdown and no one still has the answers. I've been studying this for over 50 years. Yes, I actually started this study with my father when I was only 8 years old simply because I had the unique ability to connect the dots, i.e. see patterns. My pattern recognition skills were off the charts and he wanted to know what I could see because he couldn't put it together. He had the same talent. Well, it didn't go well until in my teens I realized I was not looking at something that was linear or single dimensional. I was looking layers upon layers of plot and action. The puzzle was multidimensional. I don't expect very many of you to understand that but that is the main reason this conspiracy eludes even the best thinkers of our times and past times.

Let me give you a practical example. Where do you see yourself at 10 PM EST on January the 24^th, 2075? Seriously, think about this.

You cannot answer that question simply because you have no idea what will exist on that date. You are reading this on a laptop, desktop, tablet or maybe a phone, none of which existed 50 years ago. I am sitting on a memory foam topper. The very substance didn't exist. You could not have printed the fabric I am wearing or even created it 50 years ago.

Now I have another question or two. Do you even care where you will be in 50 years? Do you have an exact plan including an address or a vague outline or thought? The answer is really no unless you are fooling yourself. Humans do not plan that far ahead because they don't live that long. You may think about planning something in your 20's but you really expect to be dead by your 70's. So, who plans, if we are to believe Thomas Jefferson and the rest, hundreds of years in advance and why? You're going to be dead. Your kids are going to be dead and even your grand kids are going to be pushing up daisies if you have any. That's a big if.

Now I have given you the answer to who they have to be. They have to be something that lives for hundreds of years to even think about planning that far in advance. Yes, we just fell down the rabbit hole and while you visiting with me here, let's think about something else. You would either have to be world's best psychic or futurist to predict what you will be wearing in a hundred years or control the technology that weaves the material and that means the technology has to exist at that time in the past. You might want to read that a few times.

A washed up drunk CIA agent once told me that any technology I saw come out that day was at least 15 years old. I think he was off by a few thousand years.

Simple point about archeology....hundreds of giant skeletons have been found in North America, most in the Southwest where the native Americans have always claimed a race of giants existed and then died out because they were cannibals, and sent to the Smithsonian where they seem to have disappeared into thin air. With the glory of the Internet and scanners, pictures of these skeletons have surfaced. Why were they hidden?

It seems that anything that did not agree with the history (emphasis on story) was buried or destroyed. What do you gain by hiding history? You are hiding what you have already done. That makes it hard to see what you are doing right now and predict what you will do. In fact, it almost makes it impossible.

From my conclusions, we are dealing with a technologically advanced race that lives pretty much forever and has a definite plan for this planet. They are terraforming the planet through global warming by directing the technology into using coal, oil and gas as sole energy providers. Do you really think we weren't capable of solar and wind power at the same time we developed a dependency on oil? Hemp creates more oil, cleaner oil and better building products and it was outlawed. Why? We've been duped and funneled down a narrow path of existence by something that already had the technology they carefully allowed us to think we were discovering. Instead of some huge Star Trek space ship arriving and changing a barren planet into something livable, they just landed and created million of little terraformers...sort of like nanomachines going in and fixing your organs, or vaccines multiplying through your body to prevent you from catching something.

This is really going to stretch your concept of reality. You cannot imagine 50 years in the future. What if you lived for thousand years. A week our time would seem like a minute or two. Think about your dog or cat. One year in your life equals 7 to 9 years in their life and yet, to you it is still one year. If you lived a thousand years, planning for one century would be in your dayplanner. But far more than that, you and I are nothing more than a blink of their eye, an ant crawling across the surface of the planet. We are irrelevant. We simply do the dirty work of building what they already have planned.

We can see we are being manipulated in one or more directions but we simply can't live long enough o see what we are creating and we can't even look back through history to see the pattern unfolding because history is being hidden from us.

What difference does it make that a race of really tall people populated North America and ate each other? What difference does it make there were cone headed people in South America and Egypt and even now the mutation shows up every once in a while? What difference does it make that Neanderthal interbred with Cro-Magnon and became us? It only makes a difference if you start asking who manipulated the genetics for optimum results and perhaps created us out of a bunch of creatures. Did you know a geneticist has found fragments of pig DNA in our DNA? No one wants to talk about that. We might start asking who god is? And if we do that, they lose their best tool of manipulation.

I also began to ask how you hide from a very curious species for thousands of years. I mean it was once really easy. You just declared yourself god, build a city with good security and ruled. However, to achieve your ultimate plan of terraforming, you had to allow the creatures you created to multiply and ruin (I mean upgrade) the existing planet. So at some point, right around the Middle Ages, angels and god disappeared and stopped showing themselves to man. Perhaps it was because we might notice they weren't completely like us nor were they any supernatural creature, just something a few steps above us and probably subject to being whacked with a big stick.

As long as we did not travel the globe, they could just pick up and move every few years to a prepared location and resume their cushy lifestyle.

Google Earth Maps has put an end to that even though it now allows them to keep way better tabs on us. Every advance at this point has a counter point that is not advantageous to our controllers.

Living that long must be pretty boring, eventually. What if you were stuck for centuries with your pets and a few people? You'd be pretty nuts by now. The conversation has reached repetition. The jokes are not only old but rotted. You are probably talking to yourself for an intelligent challenge. Not only that, but whoever sent you here had to know that was going to happen. There is too much chance you might go off the deep and start playing games, not following the master plan, if you remembered it.

Now we have returned to good old Thomas and his crew that only believed in what they could see, hear and touch. Somewhere, there must be a hard copy of the plan and what each step has to be. You don't leave a whole plant in the hands of what was probably young people in their perspective and plan on coming back in a few hundred thousand years without a hard copy plan. That has to be what these leaders at some point have seen and tried to make minor adjustments to throw it off course. After all, you know you can't trust your dog not to steal your shoe when you aren't looking. When the dog figures out how make shoes, it will copy your shoes and chew them. That means , my friends, the ultimate goal is not in our favor. Otherwise, just go with the flow and have fun. These men fought to their dying day to disrupt whatever roller coaster we are on.

As one old TV show started with: “We have the technology....”, and we do. All we have to do is wake up and realize something doesn't have our best interests at heart, take control because we way outnumber them and numbers always win, and then fix our planet and our society.

We can never go back to where we were. Global warming is a fact and we have to quickly adapt every aspect our lives. We have to be the architects of our world. We have to throw the money people, as money has become the new god, out of our temple. We have to change world into a global community in order to defeat them simply because they have controlled us globally since day one. We must become a community of individuals, each with their own talents and each living their own lives in peace to create what we as a global community need.

Rationally, what difference does it matter if your neighbor is purple? Just think about it. Does a white cat care if it has black and striped kittens. No, they are all cats. Fur is just something they wear. Skin is just something we wear. Color is something “they” use to divide us. Does it really matter what your neighbors believe? God or no god doesn't plant the garden, you do. Does it matter what they wear? In the matter of surviving, having enough food and shelter, getting medical care and help when you need it, the only thing that matters is another human helping you, not what they look like or what religion they follow. All that matters is their talent.

Overthrow the overseers by refusing to buy their hatred and division. It doesn't matter what you believe, what your color or sex is or what you wear, to them you are nothing more than an inconvenient worker ant slave that eventually has to be culled to only those who will bow down and service them. You really don't want to make that grade. Your only strength is in numbers, united.

Beware the Snake

I awoke this morning to have a little ditty running through my head which should be the anthem of the Middle Class: “We want our piece of the pie!” I know that not how the old TV jingle goes but it should have.

The pie is the infamous pie chart showing who really controls the majority of the wealth in this country.

The top 3% control 84% of the wealth in the country.

Let me explain this simply. If we have a representative from the 3 economic classes: the top 3%, the middle class and the poor standing in line to get paid one dollar, the rich guy representing 3% of the people will get 84 cents. You, the middle class, will get 11 cents and the poor guy will get 5 cents. Keep in mind everyone is working at a job for this money, some harder than others.

Is this the New World Order the conspiracy theorists tout or is it something else, something far more evil and far more older?

Woodrow Wilson actually said this and started the conspiracy theory doctrine of the New World Order being created via the Federal Reserve:

“Despite these warnings, Woodrow Wilson signed the 1913 Federal Reserve Act. A few years later he wrote: I am a most unhappy man. I have unwittingly ruined my country. A great industrial nation is controlled by its system of credit. Our system of credit is concentrated. The growth of the nation, therefore, and all our activities are in the hands of a few men. We have come to be one of the worst ruled, one of the most completely controlled and dominated Governments in the civilized world no longer a Government by free opinion, no longer a Government by conviction and the vote of the majority, but a Government by the opinion and duress of a small group of dominant men.”

More warnings were published by FDR but this is the most famous is; ““A financial element in the large centers has owned the government since the days of Andrew Jackson.”

Even the head of the FBI for so many years, Hoover, said, “The individual is handicapped by coming face to face with a conspiracy so monstrous he cannot believe it exists.”

The only real hint to what this conspiracy may be is from FDR in a letter to Charles Davenport written in 1913. Charles Davenport was the then head of Department of Genetics:

“Society has no business to permit degenerates to reproduce their kind.... Any group of farmers who permitted their best stock not to breed, and let all the increase come from the worst stock, would be treated as fit inmates for an asylum.... Some day we will realize that the prime duty, the inescapable duty of the good citizens of the right type is to leave his or her blood behind him in the world; and that we have no business to permit the perpetuation of citizens of the wrong type. The great problem of civilization is to secure a relative increase of the valuable as compared with the less valuable or noxious elements in the population... The problem cannot be met unless we give full consideration to the immense influence of heredity...”

And finally: “I wish very much that the wrong people could be prevented entirely from breeding; and when the evil nature of these people is sufficiently flagrant, this should be done. Criminals should be sterilized and feebleminded(sic) persons forbidden to leave offspring behind them... The emphasis should be laid on getting desirable people to breed.” also from FDR.

These quotes set of a maelstrom of conspiracy theories to be unleashed on the public that is so complex and so extreme that no one really has any idea what is going on. These quotes and ideas led to the forced sterilization of anyone with an IQ deemed to low, the mentally ill and those who just weren't the right color. These quotes led to the rise of the so called Aryan Race eugenic theories, slavery and the white man's death grip on the idea that he is somehow superior even though he knows he is not, not really. The superior species is the man with the money, not the survival nut living on dried food surrounded by guns. It's the guy in the Penthouse being waited on hand and foot with his choice of pretty mates.

These theories led to something that pervades every inch of society. You are guilty of the thinking and don't even know you are thinking it. You don't even know it starts first thing in the morning and it goes to bed with you. It is the invisible snake in the garden of your mind. It was the first thing a small child questioned in the mountains of West Virginia when the mine tunnel collapsed.

Relatives gathered, worried beyond belief that they had just lost their husbands, fathers and brothers. The Red Cross arrived to give out cups of weak warm coffee. The local ministers arrived to spread the will of God and pick up a few new converts. And the Owner arrived in his big black car to proclaim they were doing everything possible to help. Everything possible was the other miners risking their lives to dig through rock that had just collapsed.

To a child of four or five, used to being alone and observing adults, it was a strange, surreal play unfolding. Looking at the players I had to ask one question, why was the man in the big black car more important than anyone else there and why were the Ministers, reinforcing that lie, because I was pretty sure in the end, everyone died, everyone was equal.

I heard my father say everyone was equal. I heard those same ministers say everyone was equal in “God's” eyes. The warm cup of weak coffee people seemed to think the miners were important and yet, only the other miners had shovels and were digging. Something wasn't right here to a little kid with nothing better to do than ask questions. I had already been told to shut up, so I continued to watch as the man from the big black car got his coffee poured from a pretty thermos into a nice cup by the man in a uniform that drove the car as he sat in the big chair in his heated office above the crowd shivering in tattered coats.

It was as though my eyes captured pictures, little scenes, and then etched them in my memory forever to torment me. The ancient Sumerians and Hebrews had one thing right, the purveyor of knowledge is a snake. Once it finds the opening into mind, it crawls in your brain, curls up and waits for you to get nice and warm and relaxed and then it sinks its fangs in your happy little constructs that keep you sane, poisoning your mind and keeping you up all night.

It was a while before one of the older kids noticed me and came over to see if I was alright since I hadn't moved in a long time. He was one of my hundreds of cousins my own personal snake probably poisoned as so many escaped the mines to go into law enforcement within three letter agencies. Having a captive audience, I sprang and inserted my question in his fertile mind. Why is the man in the office more important that everyone else? That was met with; why do you think that? Well......he's warm, drinking good coffee in an office with someone ready to drive him where ever he wants to go and everyone else is cold, miserable and worried sick. The answer was: he owns the mine.

Hmmmmm....owning a mine makes you more important than anyone else in town except maybe the ministers who had retreated to their cars, engines running so the good church ladies could break out the good coffee and cakes for them that they weren't even giving their crying relatives...so I asked the obvious. Why are the ministers important. They don't own the mine.

Ah yes, the snake had bit my cousin's brain, laid eggs and would multiply every night of his life. At least he didn't have to contend with the Mother Snake, like I did. You see, I would test his theory later that night when we got home.

Grandma started to cook dinner as she always did and I told her she couldn't do that. Wow, that got Mother in a rage and finally Grandma, being the voice of reason asked me why she shouldn't cook dinner. My answer was simple. You own the house. By that time Father had crawled out of the living room, followed by some of the menfolk. He wanted to know more because my brain fascinated him no end. My reasoning was very simple. If the man who owns the mine doesn't do any work and gets his coffee delivered and his car driven just because he owns the mine and if the ministers get special treatment because they tell people God is responsible for people dying in accidents in his (the owners) mine, then Grandma shouldn't have to work since she owns the house.

Remember that look on Rosemary's face when she first sees her spawn in the cradle? It was pretty epidemic around the room except for Grandma and Daddy. He simply said, “Mrs. Bennett, maybe you should sit down and enjoy watching the rest of us work. I think the kid has something here.” Never have so many adults been so quiet looking in horror at one small little girl. You see, the serpent injected me with logic.

For the rest of my life I would question and fight one single thing. Why is some people's work more worthy than others? Then there was its insidious little brother that sneaked around whispered, some people's lives are more important because they own something you want.

After a few revolutions in Latin American countries I concluded their lives might seem to be more important but large numbers of people were waking up to the fact that they wanted their share of what they worked for and they no longer believed their share was to be decided by the person who owned the mine in which their lives were worth less than minimum wage and decided whether they would work or not.

The 60's rolled in and a new concept began to take root that had to be killed quickly. That concept was equality, interdependence and the simple fact, yes, FACT, that no one does it alone. You can't build a successful business without customers and suppliers. This is because few people will buy thin air unless it has a religion attached to it. The immediate reaction was a flood of drugs to 'enhance' spirituality. Spirituality cannot be enhance my friends. It either happens or it doesn't. All you are chasing in your drug/beer induced state is temporarily feeling good. Spirituality on top of the mountain often results in you falling down the other side of the mountain on your head.

I was raised to be spiritual but I saw no reason I should do so in a shack, dressed in tatters begging for food in exchange for my knowledge particularly since every day on a black and white TV amid the snow I saw men of god in their fancy suits building their opulent mansions of faith. I had the nasty feeling, probably from that snake poison, that they weren't smarter or more spiritual than I was. As far as I could see, they didn't help anyone but themselves. I was beginning to see the sheep symbolism and I certainly could see the wolf.

But who was the lion?

Oh, I learned that later in life.

I love my cat Trouble A.K.A. Stoner. Every cat in the house starts at the dresser and moves incrementally higher in the room until they get to the top of the glass display case even though they have to enter the room and go to the far corner to start their trek and go around three walls. Trouble is a lot like me. He walks in the room, jumps up and climbs the shoe rack, taking a precarious route across the yarn bag and usually dropping a skein or two, and lands in the same location with less work but a lot more danger because I am about to kill him by then. He takes the direct route, just like I do. It's more dangerous but if you have no fear of snake of knowledge, read on. You are already infected. You might as well learn what with.

You are indoctrinated from birth that the doctor is more important than your mother because his word is law. You will later learn that is because he had more education. By the end of your life you will learn that education doesn't make you smart. Your mother will be learning that woman with the best assets whether they be located on her chest or in her purse will get better care and her little spawn will survive no matter how dumb they are.

Every day, in every way you are being taught that some are more equal than others. That some, because they have more paper or higher electronic numbers, somehow do more valuable work than you do. You may at some point realize that both of you are paying the same amount of money for the same things, they just have more left over. Snake bite!

Is the person doing back breaking work picking up your garbage doing less valuable or just less work, than the CEO of a bank? Think about it. They may both actually have the same education. The garbageman, I mean environment engineer, has a life expectancy of at least 10 years less than the CEO simply because of the wear and tear on his body and less access to medical care. He cannot afford a yearly check up with all the bells and whistles that his counter part can take a week off and check himself into the fancy hospital, with pay, and find out every tiny thing that might go wrong so he can make changes in his lifestyle. You see, the garbageman, let's skip the niceties of environment engineer, only gets to clean up and fall into bed dead tired and hope he doesn't get sick because he has no sick days and anyway, at the end of the year, too much sickness means he is a drag on the company (other workers') insurance policy and needs to be laid off....i.e. Fired. Now if you think the CEO cares if the other workers have to pay more for their insurance keep in mind he is probably getting a kickback from the insurance company. The CEO makes more money in one hour than the garbageman makes in one year. Hence the logical conclusion is the Bank CEO's life is more important than a garbage man’s or yours.

I tend to have a pretty high opinion of myself and just don't buy it. Nor have I ever bought the fantasy that because mine is a “god given talent”, I should not charge for it. The electric company doesn't give me break for “god given talents”. Shouldn't a talent dispensed by a GOD be more valuable than a bank CEO? I mean, I must be divine and she giggles. Save me first...God smiles on me....sure....Who knows, it might work.

So you see, the whole real Conspiracy isn't a New World Order because it is pretty darned old, nor is it the Federal Reserve. I won't argue they may both be tools. BUT the real conspiracy is constant bombardment and reinforcement that just because 3% of the people collect 84 cents out of that dollar for doing little or nothing in real back breaking work like you do every day, their lives are somehow worth more than your pitiful little existence which leads to the second belief that you exist for their amusement. You might want to think about that last one.

Oh, and the sheep lays down with the lion because the sheep thinks the lion will protect them. Unfortunately to the lion, the sheep are cash cows and a snack for later. Guess who the lion is. Go ahead. You'll figure it out, probably too late.

Pretty snake. Nice snake. Let the old Druid rest for a while.