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ICARUS REPORT
Craig is my esoteric consultant and head librarian. He’s my go to source for info on stuff most
“sane” people are not aware of, or can’t relate to.
Guitarist, “dead” aficionado, and collector of funky print,
he is into numerology, astrology, and the real meaning of the Wizard of Oz.
I don’t know if he ever came back from the tunnels of his
mind after an extended tour of Oz, but to listen to his cerebral adventures,
the gravitas of secret meanings in numbers, “not my forte,” masonic meanings,
Illuminati behind the curtains, etc., was inspiring in his determination to
fathom, go deeper, a mini sub of curiosity in the Marianas Trench of the most
esoteric.
The first thing he turned me onto was a book called Psychic Dictatorship USA ($14.95). I
still he was thinking about this as an initiation to constructive paranoia or a
stress test of sorts, but whatever his intentions, the end result was my Neo
Moment. I took the red pill and started
on my trek across the “desert of the real.”
For people who look for anything, their car keys, lighters
that magically disappear in clear sight, or, of course, their reading glasses
still sitting where they left them but rendered invisible because of excessive
familiarity, “looking” itself is an exercise with leg weights on. The harder
you search for meaning or any other thing, the old saga goes, the harder it is
to find.
Psychic Dictatorship
USA ($14.95) was delivered like a turd on a platter.
A.
I didn’t know about sciences’ invasion and
occupation of what George Orwell called the inviolate psychic space, the
citadel of personality.
B.
Had I not been presented with this fait accompli
of unconscious manipulation I would have placed all of my suspicions in my file
13 to be ignored. But,
C.
It became as inescapable as a summons from the
Thought Police.
Once the chink in my protective armor of denial was exposed
by the wedge of secrets, all my givens were taken, and I popped out of Alice’s
looking glass, one shaken neophyte. But that was just the beginning.
Then came The Lone Gunman, JFK, Oswald as a mythic assassin,
Masons, evil and good, Jesus as a survivor, Elvis as an FBI informant, Jim
Morrison and Jimi Hendrix still living in Switzerland, the unsuccessful coup
against FDR, and the successful coup of George W. Bush. The Bushs’ death cult,
satan worshippers, Dick Cheney as America’s Rasputin, 9/11, 9/11, 9/11, Queen
Elizabeth as alien lizard, Nazi vegetarians still out to conquer the world, and
the CIA in charge of everything. All
very bleak and darkly humorous. Craig was into it up to his super ego’s
armpits.
His library, Craig’s Wonderland, had 16 books on JFK’s
murder, Acid Dreams, smart UFO’s books, more stuff Oz World, inter-dimensional
travel, time travel, mind control experiments (nasty brain candy for suspicious
brains), cyborg assassins (they’re here), CIA, NSA, FBI, and every other
three-letter secret department known and unknown. To look at all these books full of “what the
facts” moments let up whatever portion of my brain that wasn’t controlled.
I saw his own brand of order, cause and effect, like any
collection of an intelligent obsessive compulsive out to dig up the facts. Facts that not only fly into the face of
reality, but land in its eyes and persist in making its presence felt.
Stuff happens, it’s true, but when that stuff perseveres as
an unstoppable itch, first just a slight awareness, then as a cherry red
irritation that won’t go away, you have to ask why. When the sultry aroma of a
hidden agenda wafts over me I want to know why.
When I walked out of Craig’s world, I was past
contradiction. All my conspiracy
theories were reinforced, but I knew a steady diet of this paranoiac regime
would lead to, as that famous syphilitic philosopher Fredric Nietzsche would
say, it will either drive you mad or lead you to a degree of insight only the
truly mad enjoy.
That’s why I admire Craig. After this tsunami of alternative
facts washed over him he came out as the sanest person I know. Without the
slightest hint of pretension or pontification, he has navigated the darkest
seas of hidden meanings. I could and would join in my own search.
I started researching the gritty government mind control
programs of the 60’s and 70’s. Expanded
into the real matrix of managed reality, TVs, UFO myths, how does it all fit in
to a unified field theory of known unknowns?
A unified theory of the alternate universes of agendas pursued by social
engineers, propaganda passed off as reality by people in cults, Skull and
Bonesmen, Illuminati, as always the high over the low.
After 14 years of this weird neophyteness, I was also a
competitive chess player during that time, I grew to appreciate the Theory
Conspiracy Theory (as far as I know this theory is my own). The Theory Conspiracy goes likes this, a CIA
operative, for example, published a secret report on a UFO crash in New
Mexico. Of course, there is no UFO
crash, but a rumor is initiated when another CIA operative “discovers” the
report. Thus, the rumor becomes a myth, then becomes a shibboleth of a UFO cult
and takes on a life of its own. The
conspiracy becomes a communicable disease and the theory is the virus that
caused it. The agenda of those who perpetuate these cultural myths is always
the same, spread the disease, then sell the antidote.
But that is just a theory, like gravity. The rest is just
inadvertent fact. When the CIA started its mind control programs following
World War II, their intention was to enslave the human spirit to their
will. In the process of their successful
scientific research, they inadvertently validated religious views on the
existence of the soul. So the question,
“Is there a soul?,” has been answered by scientists bent on enslaving it.
Ironic yes?
Like all tantalizing information, it’s just a byproduct of a
narrative, or glibly dismissed as irrelevant by those pursuing another agenda.
Is there a spirit? Yes there is. You can see it when you look into a mirror,
or think like Buddha, or read about Jung’s collective unconscious. Science even
admits to it, but you’ve got to dig for it.
Is there a god? Every
established religion is sure that there is, but it is their business to be
certain. Before monotheism, before single gods ruled the religious narrative,
people had house gods, tree gods, hunter gods, underworld gods, water, fire,
earth gods, individual deities who carried their own identities and narratives.
Gods and religions were personal, and they were real to their believers; thus,
they existed.
Their identities were distinctive yet universal to the
religious reflex, the need for a divine connection with the unseen and
mysterious.
Starting when the Vatican went all medieval on Galileo,
because he thought outside the Bible, religion and science have opposed each
other. Early scientists were
excommunicated or worse, because their observations didn’t match up with hide
bound dogma.
Since then, in the 21st Century, science and
religion have grown to resemble each other. “God particles” have collided with
religious conviction and the battle for control of humankind’s inner space
continues but with a decided advantage to the scientific narrative.
Religion views the afterlife, Heaven, Hell, Nirvana, Hades,
Valhalla, ad infinitum, as a given. Science gives us the third law of thermo
dynamics, which states that energy is neither created nor destroyed, describing
a world without end. All alpha without
an omega.
In sum, I would like to report that we are neither created
nor destroyed, that the space between origins and destinations is circular, the
universe is pretty much in your head and we all possess the divine spark that
is both liberating and confining, the balance between belief and knowledge
remains. Sounds like karma to me.
