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 1 December 2018

“Walled Off (DS)” was originally posted on January 24, 2010, close to 9 years ago, when the news outlets were resolved in their efforts to portray China as the poster child for big brother censorship and not above using provocative hyperbole to drive the point home.

The inspiration underpinning this Dream Sequence was evidenced by the standard mainstream media mis-directs intent upon villainizing China for something that was actually being perpetrated worldwide, in every country, without exception - all done with the sneaky speed of a totalitarian tiptoe. The corporation leading this New World Order ‘World Wide Web’ censorship agenda was (and probably still is) Google, under the credo of their former corporate motto, “Don’t be evil.”

So how close to reality were we?

Because freedom of speech has long been considered a basic human right in the Western world, overt totalitarian control of the flow of information worldwide cannot be accomplished without covert cabal maneuvering. 

After China overtly blocked social media websites and took steps to restrict citizen access to unabridged information on the World Wide Web within its borders, the mainstream media used the opportunity to make the masses beLIEve that China was somehow violating their constitutional rights with its communist approach to censorship.

It’s been said that the frog is the last one to notice the water. To us that means keep the people distracted with lies and survival, and they’ll be far too busy to notice their environment has been turned against them before it is too late.

Get the people busy with manufactured fear about China’s alleged threat to their freedoms and they’ll never notice when those very same rights and freedoms have been legislated out from under them by the corporations running their own Congress.

Get the people busy scarfing up cheap goods from corporate category killers like Wal-Mart and they’ll never notice how the price reflects the quality, and how cheap imports from a nation with lower manufacturing standards are a profitable way of repurposing toxins and poisonous plastic fillers.

From our perspective, it’s beyond obvious that this tactic for mass distraction knows no bounds and is exclusive to no country.

It’s also pretty obvious that little has changed in the news cycles over the last 9 years for the mainstream is still regurgitating the same stale narrative about China and its ‘threatening’ censorship practices.

What is almost never mentioned in these narratives, however, is how our national tech companies like Google and Facebook are busy at work enforcing all of this ‘threatening’ totalitarian censorship around the globe on the sly. And it is doing so under someone’s direction and authority.

What we really want to know now is how the American people will cope when they begin to see how they’ve been systematically stripped by a deep state distraction game designed to sideline all vestiges of their first amendment rights with the use of American Alphabet agents?

Which brings us to the deeper question going forward: When we consider that many secret and occult societies running the world as we know it operate under a tenet of deception, where true meanings are derived from opposites, we are compelled to ask the obvious, what is the opposite of “Don’t Be Evil?”

Walled Off (DS)

We had a dream……and in that dream we took our need to know to a new level when we initiated a Google internet search on the subject of ‘CHINA’. Given the recent rumblings relative to China’s economic seduction of the international investor heavyweights, it seemed a little prudence and due diligence might be in order before taking our currency on a cruise up the ¥angtze River with the big boys.

Accustomed to receiving an uninhibited flow of information at the speed of now, we were predictably confounded when our Google search yielded nothing but a blank white page. And no matter how many times we hit the ‘refresh’ button and blinked our eyes in disbelief, it was undeniable - a blank page was all we were going to get.

Clearly we’d hit a wall and this raised a big red flag.

What we already knew (without the benefit of a Google search) was that the world at large has long considered the Great Wall of China to be one of the wonders of the world, yet our dream time search results drove us straight into what many are now calling the Great Firewall of China. Erected upon an onerous and non-negotiable platform of cyberspace censorship, evidently this Great Firewall is so towering that China’s own Olympic hurdle jumper, Liu Xiang, isn't even able to make the great leap forward and over the top.

For centuries the old proverb “knowledge is power” has historically encouraged those in the know to wisely acquire (and share) vast knowledge with the promise of power as a dangled payoff. While this belief system may still prove viable, or perhaps produce the necessary credentials for some spheres of influence, the 21st century adaptation of this old philosophy seems to be more akin to “money is power”.

So as we sit back and watch China overtake Japan as the world’s 2nd biggest economy, we can only remind ourselves that information imperialism not only owns our debt, but someone has to keep Wal-Mart in business.

We couldn’t sit back and watch for long, however, because something was rotten in the state of our world close to home. And the stench was so foul, even pinching our nostrils shut proved futile against the pungent sulfuric fumes that reeked of rotten eggs and threatened to overtake us. Frankly, we weren’t sure what smelled worse - the corrosive gases seeping from the toxic drywall lining the walls of our home, or the doggie doo in the backyard laced with remnants of the plastic fillers that had been covertly baked into the dog’s food.

As if the assault on our nose wasn’t bad enough, this dream-now-nightmare directed our eyes to the innumerable infants who were innocently consuming formula mixed from tainted milk powder while snuggled warmly in their highly flammable jumpers. Then on to the toddlers and children who were adorned in dainty jewelry cast out of cadmium while playing in a trance on the floor with toys painted in the vibrant colors only a lead palette can produce. The colors of those toys were almost as brilliant as the countless tubes of lipstick and eye shadow compacts we saw filling bathroom drawers everywhere.

We briefly considered taking a couple of Tylenols for the headache we'd gotten from the toxic drywall fumes, but figured it too was probably made in China.

And then we woke up with a headache and wondered if Confucius ever said, “Don’t be evil.”

As China continues to shroud its Great Wall in smoke and mirrors while aggressively maximizing short term profits with cheap knock offs and actions that harm humanity and kill healthy competition, we are wont to ask who’s keeping it in business?

18 November 2018

“More Moves to Dominate the World (DS)” was originally posted on October 4, 2010, a little over 8 years ago, when the world was in the thick of what was being promoted with repetitive mastery to be a great recession.

The inspiration behind this Dream Sequence included what we opted to more appropriately call a great depression stemming from, amongst others things, the mismanagement of the people’s resources by greedy politicians, and the Big Lie underlying it all.

When unsustainable economies fail, history has shown us time and again that nations tend to cost shift their deficits by people shifting. And in 2010, it looked as if some of this strategic heavy shifting had begun to infiltrate Italy’s renowned textile and design industries and its heretofore high standards were said to be compromised as a result.

The country fomenting Italian distress with its subversive shifting was China. This is where a notable Italian native named Pinocchio and his misbehaving globalist bad boys enter the scene.

So how close to reality were we?

The optimum stage for this Dream Sequence saw us roiling upon the high seas. When we think of the high seas, we think of The Holy See (Sea) and the fact that admiralty/maritime color of law is used to govern most nations and all international commerce. This is because all roads lead to Rome, even when the front line appears to be directed by the so-called Chinese Elders.

As the selected not elected world leadership still strives to voraciously pilfer and siphon off the resources of our planet and its people under the guise of serving the greater good, Their veiled actions and decimating agendas have proven to be quite the opposite.

China has made it a tactical point over decades to indebt and encumber every nation it does international commerce with, and pay back can be a bitch, especially when the big whale decides to swallow up the assets securing the promises and pledges that have been made without permission from the people - the very people who are in fact the true owners and original creditors.

It seemed only fitting to dream up a way to impound these self-serving leaders within the marauding belly of a whale the size of China in what can be best described as an underwater G20-like summit for inhuman puppets. And there They sit … completely devoured and disconnected from reality without even knowing it.

What we really want to know now is how the people of the world will cope upon learning the truth about who actually controls their national treasures? National treasures such as their physical bodies and legal identities, homes and transportation, their national parks, airports, major shipping ports, water rights, mineral rights, and the air above their very heads.

Which brings us to the deeper question going forward: Could it be that the inhuman puppets now languishing in the metaphoric whale’s belly have chosen to behave like inhuman puppets because they are not human at all?

More Moves To Dominate The World (DS)

We had a dream……and in that dream we found ourselves struggling alongside a working class crew trying to regain control of a schooner bounty that had initially been charted for Atlantic City, but was instead violently blown off course, rudder snapping in a lurch. We heard the tattered sails shutter with purpose as the hull heaved and bobbed directionless through ravenous waters that grew more dangerous with each billowing swell.

No one saw it coming. Or at least that’s what they all said. It was as if the atmosphere had turned on a dime, right about the time the East Wind began squalling with subversion. One minute we were coasting through prosperous trade routes on confident sails bloated with warm sea breezes, not a storm cloud in sight; and the next saw our ship taking on water so fast that sinking appeared inevitable.

As we scurried to bail out the water one bucket at a time, we never even noticed the growing wall of water that was mobilizing to put us in our place. And when that financial tsunami finally got our full attention was when it capsized our boat without remorse somewhere in the middle of the Devil's Triangle, where it dumped us unceremoniously into a very rough sea without so much as a safety net.

We managed to keep our heads above water just long enough to see a monstrous whale the size of China circle and descend with rapacious jaws intent upon swallowing us up.

Our dream then dropped us deep within the belly of the whale where we could hear the reverberating voices of those trapped around us long before we could actually see them.

From the surrounding conversation, we soon learned that the whale had a name, ¥uaning More, although the group regularly referred to it as simply ‘MORE’.

The more we listened, the more we understood how much MORE prided itself on being the hardest working predator in the sea. It thrived on the chaos that comes from war and ruin, and there was no time for rest because voracious accumulation is a 24/7 enterprise. MORE was cleverly adroit at tickling desperate ears with politeness and dangled promises, a master in the fine art of bait and switch, and not above making thy neighbor beg. Apparently MORE honored only one golden rule: “he who has the gold, makes the rules”, and consequently refused to play by anyone’s rules but its own.

When our eyes finally adjusted to the darkness that held us hostage, we became better acquainted with our fellow captives, including a few Pleasure Island castaways.

Wall Street GetOver

This GetOver could do little more than boast about being the original woodcarver, when in fact he was the rainmaker who brought on the storm.

Pinocchio

Pinocchio had always dreamed of having a life with no strings, and MORE had slyly seduced him into thinking he could have his cadmium and eat it too. Well, someone once said that Pinocchio was Italian for a reason, and this Pinocchio had absolutely no intention of ever being made in China, for he had a plan. A strategy designed to beat MORE at its own game. Pinocchio figured that the more he lied, the longer his nose would get, until eventually its length would allow him to pry open the jaws of MORE just enough to slip away relatively unscathed.

Caracas Cricket

No matter how hard he tried to stop the incessant chirping, Caracas Cricket just couldn’t keep his knees from rubbing everyone the wrong way. He spent most of his chirping hours looking up through MORE’s blowhole into the night sky as he wished upon the stars for higher oil prices and for someone to rub just a little bit of that oil between his knees.

StromRuski

Someone has to pull the strings behind the biggest show on Earth and StromRuski believed himself to be the perfect puppet master.

Goodluck Jonah and his simpleton sidekick GideGaddafi

Goodluck Jonah may have gotten his start as Honest John but he realized pretty early on that honesty wasn’t what put him on the winning side, it was self-made luck. And GideGaddafi was a blustering windbag who'd shown himself to be an agreeable feline comrade because he was agile enough to blow in the direction of any winning wind and still land on his feet.

AhmadineDonkey

Had it not been for that obnoxious braying which never seemed to stop, we probably wouldn’t have even noticed AhmadineDonkey sulking off on the side alone. Someone lurking behind MORE's ribcage tried to shut him up by throwing out a few USB worms which he gobbled up with gusto. The braying thankfully stopped when AhmadineDonkey began to hawk up stuxnet code, then proceeded to vocally reproduce "myrtus, myrtus, myrtus, ..." without control. 

Mingling amongst the group ensnared by MORE’s bottomless pit were plenty of other nameless naughty boys in business suits who'd been sucked in from every nation throughout the world. “But I run a business,” they all declared defensively, “if somebody’s buying, I’m selling." Apparently that’s their story and they’re sticking to it.

And then we woke up and realized that when we whittle away at our own foundation, the structure will invariably weaken and the resulting gaps will beg to be filled with MORE.

9 November 2018

“The Art of Reality (DS)” was originally posted on November 29, 2009, 9 years ago.

The inspiration behind this Dream Sequence was a 15th century triptych oil painting on oak by the studio of Dutch renaissance painter, Hieronymus Bosch. It is said the tri-paneled painting was intended to be an altarpiece, and as such, had been given no identifying title or official name at the time of creation. Over the course of the last five centuries, this masterpiece has been known by a number of names; today we call it, The Garden of Earthly Delights.

Being visionaries in our own way, we took great delight in Bosch’s visionary and relevant interpretation of the cycle of earthly life, displayed like a book of murals to be read on the wall from cover to cover.

The story of life as depicted by Bosch begins with the outer panels -the book covers, if you will- which offer us a monochrome vision of what appears to be a holographic global flat earth and firmament dome, giving us the story’s setting.

Like reading a book from left to right, we begin with the left interior panel showing what looks to be Eden or Paradise (representing birth, creation, innocence). The large center panel illustrates in intimate and intricate detail what we might consider the passions and temptations of life within that Paradise (representing bliss, indulgence, revelry, communion). The story then concludes with the right panel and the notion of Paradise lost (representing last judgment, wretchedness, separation from the divine).

To us, this perceptive masterpiece reads like a modern day reality show. Courtesy of Operation Mockingbird, one look at the imagery of a current edition of any mainstream media news/entertainment outlet says it all.

So how close to reality were we?

Reality is in the eyes of the beholder. It’s a very individual thing. How to answer this question would depend upon one’s perspective because in the end, our interpretation of reality comes down to our personal perspective. And perspectives, like beLIEfs, can be indoctrinated. They can be programmed, controlled and manipulated by external influences. And they can also change when challenged.

Our entire world can transform forever when we embrace a new perspective. Whether the catalyst for change comes from listening to the whisper or from feeling the brick is somewhat irrelevant to the lasting impact it has on one’s personal perception of their reality. Everything may look the same on the outside, but nothing is the same on the inside. And that changes how we perSEEve everything. Most shifts in reality are a direct result of some form of Consciousness Quake.

What we really want to know now is could Bosch’s third panel portrayal of what many beLIEve to be a nasty afterlife instead be the behind-the-scenes underbelly of our present-day reality, with the center panel façade acting merely as the illusionary projection screen?

Which brings us to the deeper question going forward: Was Bosch trying to show us that our world is a holographic simulation?

The Art of Reality (DS)

We had a dream......and in that dream we found ourselves strolling through the surreal terrain of Dutch renaissance painter H. Bosch in “The Garden of Earthly Delights,” and felt as though we were immersed in a modern reality feature film that only Tim Burton could direct.

Our voyage through this intoxicating dreamscape plunged us without thought of consequence deep into a world of art imitating life imitating art. To a place where we were incapable of separating fact from fantasy, for the reality is that there was no difference.

And like every true pageant of the masters where a two dimensional painting is brought to real life, we watched like voyeurs as the indulgent derangement of earthly pleasures before us morphed into a third panel reality war zone.

The reality wars being waged within our dream were inescapably dominated by the Balloon Boy posse and the D.C. No R.S.V.P. party crashers. We were rendered speechless as both competitors deliberately left in their wake a smoldering third scene battlefield fully decimated by outrageous exploits – all dramatically delivered with the flamboyance required of a successful reality show audition. A couple sets of felonious fingerprints were left behind in the scorched earth as well, with perhaps a couple more to follow.

Apparently in the real world, the end is meant to justify the means. This ostensibly translates for many to mean no rules, no boundaries, no limitations, no dignity and usually no talent. So when we see that big reality bull burst into a stampede through the china closet of innocent bystanders and carelessly shatter lives and livelihoods while screaming “me, me, me!”, we’ve bizarrely come to accept that even bad publicity is still publicity.

Well, psychology 101 has long asserted that negative attention is better than no attention at all. Yet to repetitively reward the bad behavior of attention grabbers with the media attention they're aggressively hungering for has not only helped create a ravenous monster always starving for attention, but has unquestionably sustained it.

As narcissism continues its incessant me-parade across our high definition screens, and Pavlovian conditioning reinforces the belief that anything and everything goes in the insatiable quest for notoriety, we can only wonder when going too far will just be going too far.