Tuesday, 9 October 2007

Freedom is a Two-edged Sword

Essay by Jack Parsons, available here:


"Free, do you call yourself? Then I would hear your ruling thought, and not merely that you have escaped from a yoke.

Are you one of those who had the right to escape from a yoke? Many a one has cast away his last worth when he has cast away his servitude.

Free from what? What does that matter to Zarathustra! But your fiery eyes should tell me: free for what?

Can you give yourself your own evil and good, and set up your own will as a law over you? Can you be judge for yourself, and avenger of your law?

Terrible is it to be alone with the judge and avenger of one's own law. Thus is a star thrown into the void, and into the icy breath of solitude."

-Nietzsche; Thus Spoke Zarathustra

Tuesday, 2 October 2007

Peak Oil? Abiotic OIl?

Abiotic oil...


Considering what I have learned of the credentials of geology of late, (cf. Michael Cremo - Forbidden Archaeology) it would not surprise me in the slightest if this were true. But the oil world is subject to so much disinfo that one can never be sure... again people seem to need something apparently solid to identify with; Peak Oil (TM) fits the bill. Fuck dystopias, utopias, regrets, expectations, there is only NOW.

More info:


Saturday, 28 July 2007

Challenging the 'experts'

...is more or less what this blog is about. Finally went back to look at the entries in RAW's 'Everything is under control' book on alternative Irish history.

In particular, he references the book of Conor McDari 'Irish Wisdom Preserved in Bible and Pyramids '; also the work of Bob Quinn.

Four Ancient Cults of Power

Tara connections?

Mystery Schools

Friday, 27 July 2007

UFO Sightings in Stratford-Upon-Avon

Daily Mail article (including video).

"A crowd of 100 stunned stargazers brought a town centre to a standstill when five mysterious UFOs were spotted hovering in the sky.
Drinkers spilled out of pubs, motorists stopped to gawp and camera phones were aimed upwards as the five orbs, in a seeming formation, hovered above Stratford-Upon-Avon for half an hour.
The unidentified flying objects lit up the otherwise clear night sky above Shakespeare's birthplace in Warwickshire on Saturday."

In Iraq's four-year looting frenzy, the allies have become the vandals

Guardian article.

"Hussaini confirmed a report two years ago by John Curtis, of the British Museum, on America's conversion of Nebuchadnezzar's great city of Babylon into the hanging gardens of Halliburton. This meant a 150-hectare camp for 2,000 troops. In the process the 2,500-year-old brick pavement to the Ishtar Gate was smashed by tanks and the gate itself damaged. The archaeology-rich subsoil was bulldozed to fill sandbags, and large areas covered in compacted gravel for helipads and car parks. Babylon is being rendered archaeologically barren."

Save Tara

Tara (Teamhair) in Co. Meath, Ireland, was the ancient inauguration site of the early Irish Kings. It is connected from earliest times across the Gabhra valley with its sister, the Hill of Skryne. It is through this same valley that the Irish Government now plans to build a motorway with a huge interchange at the foot of the Hill of Tara itself.

July 2007: Bulldozers were sent in in the middle of the night to destroy the ancient burial ground at Baronstown in the Tara-Skryne valley, a site independent archaeologists claim was of national monument status. The site was completely destroyed.

Links to campaign websites; which in turn have links to petitions to be signed:

Wednesday, 25 July 2007


Robert Anton Wilson Explains Everything -
Or, Old Bob Exposes His Ignorance

(Courtesy of Kill Ugly Radio)

Our favorite stand-up philosopher managed to escape this penal colony plane of existence recently after a long bout with Post-Polio Syndrome, so I have dug this gem out and have been listening to it lately. RAW’s Cosmic Trigger series, as well as the Illuminatus Trilogy really warped my perceptions of reality for good. This is a rip of my six tape set available in the late eighties, so there’s an appropriate amount of tape artifacts or the occasional wow and flutter. On the whole, it sounds pretty good though.

Tape 1: The Life and Times of Robert Anton Wilson
Traces Pope Bob’s childhood, formative years, Catholic rearing (pun
intended), his lifelong love of James Joyce via an interview.
Warning: Side B has a great example of twisted tape syndrome, wherein a
small chunk of it plays backwards. Don’t worry, it’s in a very
appropriate place, as you’ll hear!

Tape 2: Language and Reality
Incorrigible optimist Bob explores how language shapes our perceptions
of the world, or how our reality tunnels are formed. He discusses
Korzybski and Neuro-Linguistic Programming and other modes of thought

Tape 3: Techniques for Consciousness Change
Bob discusses various methods for obtaining various states of
consciousness as well as LSD, Sensory Deprivation and Leary’s Eight
Circuit model of consciousness and how to reprogram them.

Tape 4: Politics and Conspiracy Theory
How trying to unravel the big control conspiracy can both drive you mad
and how the more you learn about it, the less plausible, yet undeniably
‘real’ it all becomes. Also how dogmatic religions tend to have their
own, unique conspiracy theories.

Tape 5: The Acceleration of Knowledge
Live lecture on the doubling of information and how it seems to be
occurring at an increasing interval and where Bob thinks we’re headed.

Tape 6:
A- Religion for the Hell of it
B- The New Inquisition
Hilarious and enlightening two-part lecture in Boulder Co., where Bob
rails against all stripes of fundamentalism and the rigid, Aristotalian
mind-set, as well as the hardcore skepticism of fundamental materialists
(with their mantra of ‘it’s only a coincidence, it’s only a
coincidence!’) . Also, the rabbit-UFO connection revealed at last.


V for Vendetta

Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it's my very good honour to meet you and you may call me V.

"Vi Veri Veniversum Vivus Vici"

Good evening, London. I thought it time we had a little talk. Are you sitting comfortably? Then I'll begin... I suppose you're wondering why I've called you here this evening. Well, you see, I'm not entirely satisfied with your performance lately...I'm afraid your work's been slipping and...and well, I'm afraid we've been thinking about letting you go. Oh, I know, I know. You've been with the company a long time now. Almost...let me see. Almost ten thousand years! My word, doesn't time fly? It seems like only yesterday...I remember the day you commenced your employment, swinging down from the trees, fresh-faced and nervous, a bone clasped in your bristling fist..."Where do I start, sir?" you asked, plaintively. I recall my exact words: "There's a pile of dinosaur eggs over there, youngster," I said, smiling paternally all the while. "Get sucking." Well, we've certainly come a long way since then, haven't we? And yes, yes, you're right, in all that time you haven't missed a day. Well done, thou good and faithful servant. Also, please don't think I've forgotten about your outstanding service record, or about all of the invaluable contributions that you've made to the company...Fire, the wheel, agriculture... It's an impressive list, old-timer. A jolly impressive list. Don't get me wrong. But...well, to be frank, we've had our problems too. There's no getting away from it. Do you know what I think a lot of it stems from? I'll tell you...It's your basic unwillingness to get on within the company. You don't seem to want to face up to any real responsibility, or to be your own boss. Lord knows, you've been given plenty of opportunities... We've offered you promotion time and time again, and each time you've turned us down. "I couldn't handle the work, Guv'nor," you wheedled. "I know my place." To be frank. You're not trying, are you? You see, you've been standing still for far too long, and it's starting to show in your work...And, I might add, in your general standard of behavior. The constant bickering on the factory floor has not escaped my attention...nor the recent bouts of rowdiness in the staff canteen. Then of course there's...Hmm. Well, I didn't really want to have to bring this up, but...Well, you see, I've been hearing some disturbing rumours about your personal life. No, never you mind who told me. No names, no pack drill... I understand that you are unable to get on with your spouse. I hear that you argue. I am told that you shout. Violence has been mentioned. I am reliably informed that you always hurt the one you love...the one you shouldn't hurt at all. And what about the children? It's always the children who suffer, as you're well aware. Poor little mites. What are they to make of it? What are they to make of your bullying, your despair, your cowardice and all your fondly nurtured bigotries? Really, it's not good enough, is it? And its no good blaming the drop in work standards upon management, either...though, to be sure, the management is very bad. In fact, let us not mince words...The management is terrible! We've had a string of embezzlers, frauds, liars and lunatics making a string of catastrophic decisions. This is plain fact. But who elected them? It was you! You who appointed these people! You who gave them the power to make your decisions for you! While I'll admit that anyone can make a mistake once, to go on making the same lethal errors century after century seems to me nothing short of deliberate. You have encouraged these malicious incompetents, who have made your working life a shambles. You have accepted without question their senseless orders. You have allowed them to fill your workspace with dangerous and unproven machines. You could have stopped them. All you had to say was "No." You have no spine. You have no pride. You are no longer an asset to the company. I will, however, be generous. You will be granted two years to show me some improvement in your work. If at the end of that time you are still unwilling to make a go of it...You're fired. That will be all. You may return to your labours. Normal service will be resumed as soon as possible.

Alan Moore Interview.

Zeitgeist: The Movie

1848, from Ger. Zeitgeist, lit. "spirit of the age," from Zeit "time" (see tide) + Geist "spirit" (see ghost).

Watch here:

"They must find it difficult... Those who have taken authority as the truth, rather than truth as the authority." -Gerald Massey ...