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The next claim is one of the direct examples of creationists misusing winged, limbless serpents called amphipteres to falsely describe pterosaurs that are in fact everything "fiery flying serpents" are not. The claim is said to be "no old story invented to frighten children, but a real fact," that isn't. This claim involves sightings of "flying dragons" Woetzel claims to be [sic] pterosaur-like creatures that once inhabited the wooded area around Penllin (Penllyn misspelled) Castle in Glamorgan (or Glamorganshire) in Wales, known for its prestegious university. They are described by an old man to be very beautiful creatures who "coiled when in repose, and 'looked as if they were covered with jewels of all sorts. Some of them had crests sparkling with all the colours of the rainbow.' When disturbed they glided swiftly, 'sparkling all over,' to their hiding places. When angry, they 'flew over people's heads, with outspread wings, bright, and sometimes with eyes too, like the feathers in a peacock's tail.'"

Only amphipteres (sometimes spelled as amphitheres) have such features the man described in the story and pterosaurs completely lack such as the sparkling rainbow crests and scales, coiling bodies, wings some feathered, others leathery, including ones having "eyes" like what is found on the feathers of a peacock. Pterosaurs have in fact bodies that resemble either gorillas or giraffes and skinned wings supported by only one longated finger. Although some of them do have crests on their heads, no one really knows what colored the pterosaurs were and none of the crests along with their bodies sparkle like jewels and have "eyes" on them like amphipteres does. Pterosaurs completely lack scales and have hair on their bodies instead and walk on four legs. Their bodies cannot coil unlike the amphitheres which can coil like a normal snake and are described to have no limbs while pterosaurs have only four.

A few years ago, I've created an essay debunking the preposterous claims made by another creationist named Bill Cooper who created a book called After the Flood which idiotically claims Grendel and his mother, the 2 monsters Beowulf kills in the epic poem, is a Tyrannosaurus Rex (!). Now how idiotically stupid creationist claims can get! It's no wonder why so many people laugh and mocked them every time they make stupid claims such as this. Grendel was not a tyrannosaurian dinosaur. Grendel was actually an ogre, a giant who was a direct descendant of Cain, the first murderer in Genesis 4 of the Bible. Grendel was the ogre Beowulf have killed by tearing off his arm and leaving him to stagger back into his cave and bleed to death, prompting his mother to kill a person she believes to be the one responsible for her son's death. When Beowulf learns of this, he went out and confronted the mother and killed her by taking the magic sword which was the giant's family heirloom and use it to chop off her head.

Why am I bringing this up? It's because of what is shown in the next claim also found in Coopers idiot book that involves a pamphlet that tells of a dragon sighting made in Sussex, England that is described to have a mammalian head with pointed ears, teats or women-type breasts on its back, large scales, curly tail, and a poisonous breath that can kill anyone that whiffs this potent smell. The dragon in the pamphlet kills its victims but never eats them, preferring to rely on rabbits as its only prey instead. The dragon shown on the pamphlet is in no way a dinosaur. In fact none of the dragons presented in all of ancient literature describe dinosaurs. Creationists fabricate them to make it look as if they are what creationists claim while throwing out all sorts of parts that clearly debunks their blatant idiocy including the descriptions of them bearing teats and/or women's breasts like the Vibria for instance. The Vibria (or La Vibria) is a female dragon of Catalan mythology said to have breasts of a woman, a pair of wings, two clawed limbs, and an eagle-like beak. She was a very clever dragon who was put inside of a cave as a young dragon by the Moors to take revenge on the Christians for driving them out of their lands. When Vibria grew, she became a vicious dragon that spent much of her nightly rounds devouring livestock and people and burning towns and villages until she was finally slain by Count Jofre el Pilós who then built a monastery at the peak of the mountain to prevent any more dragons from invading his land and the mountain where Vibria once lived.

When we look into ancient myths and find tales told in full context of dragons that carry descriptions that doesn't describe any dinosaur whatsoever, then we will know how foolish and stupid it is to rely on mythology to explain dinosaurs, just like knowing how stupid and foolish to rely on the Bible to explain things it tells nothing about, including dinosaurs.

Next, Woetzel mentions a story told of a dragon sighting made front of Mt. Pilatus by a man named Christopher Schorerum who claims in 1619 to have seen "a shining dragon of great size in front of Mt. Pilatus, coming from the opposite side of the lake [or 'hollow'], a cave that is named Flue [Hogarth-near Lucerne] moving rapidly in an agitated way, seen flying across; It was of a large size, with a long tail, a long neck, a reptile's head, and ferocious gaping jaws. As it flew it was like iron struck in a forge when pressed together that scatters sparks. At first I thought it was a meteor from what I saw. But after I diligently observed it alone, I understood it was indeed a dragon from the motion of the limbs of the entire body." The man who wrote about Schorerum's sighting is claimed to be true, but it's not.

No pterosaur ever glow, sparkle, and illuminate in the night sky. In fact there's no evidence of pterosaurs being capable of doing such things like the alleged dragon in the tale that may have been nothing more than a comet or a falling star Schorerum must have misidentified as a dragon when he saw the object flying across the night sky above Mt. Pilatus years ago. This tale, coming from Mundus Subterraneus, a book chock full of geological inaccuracies, also came from a 1979 fictional historical book entitled Dragons by Peter Hogarth, a biologist who is deeply fascinated with dragons and other mythical beasts and how people are greatly fascinated by them. Not only does Dragons describe dragons but other mythical creatures as well such as devils and imps that were once thought to be real along with the dragon, but not according to Hogarth.  He knows very well that there's no physical evidence for the existence of dragons and dragons aren't real. He does believe that dragons may have been inspired by sightings of bones and fossils of dinosaurs and other forms prehistoric life. Especially fossils found on Mt. Pilatus that may have inspired dragon legends such as the famous tale of a man who fell into the cave inhabited by 2 dragons who did nothing to harm him, but instead provided him with companionship and survival by teaching him to lick moisture from the rocks. Then spring came and the dragons left their winter cave with the man hitching a ride on one of their tails to escape confinement and head back home where he died a short time later trying to adjust back to his old diet after spending six months eating nothing but water.

The next claim tells about 2 cowboys who claimed to have seen and shot down "a creature - described as a 'winged dragon' - which resembled a pterodactyl, only MUCH larger. The cowboys said its wingspan was 160 feet, and that its body was more than four feet wide and 92 feet long." Woetzel claims,

"The cowboys supposedly cut off the end of the wing to prove the existence of the creature. The paper’s description of the animal fits the Quetzelcoatlus, whose fossils were found in Texas. Could this be thunderbird or Wakinyan, the jagged-winged, fierce-toothed flying creature of Sioux American Indian legend?"

No, it's not. For starters Quetzalcoatlus is a crested pterosaur witn no teeth and has a wingspan of 40ft and is about the size of a small airplane. And the first story, presented by Woetzel, is a direct fabrication of a sighting of a large bird that escaped from a zoo and were spotted by the 2 cowboys who tried to shoot it but were unsuccessful. So they went back to town and invented a exaggerated tale about them encountering a large bird like monster with a wingspan of 160 feet, 4 feet wide, and 92 feet long which they shot, kill, and drag into town where they claimed to have the creature photographed for all to see, but the photograph is non-existent. Yet, some people claimed to have copies of the photograph, but none were found to confirm their claim. The alleged photograph taken had 6 men holding a large bird with a fully splayed feathered tail either right side up or upside down depending upon the sketch of people who claim to know the photo. Judging by the appearances by the photo, there is no doubt this bird-like creature was neither a pterosaur nor the legendary Thunderbird. Unlike the Thunderbird and the bird in the image, Pterosaurs completely lack feathers, let alone a feathery tail. Pterosaurs have hair on their bodies and wings made up of translucent to opaque skin that stretched from the 4th finger all the way to the either the hip, knee, or ankle. The bird in the picture looked more of a stork with condor-like wings than a pterosaur or the Thunderbird. So, it is most likely that the story of the 2 cowboys encountering a pterosaur is really a direct fabrication of another direct fabrication of the story about the 2 cowboys and their encounter with a large bird that's perhaps either a condor, eagle, heron, or a stork.

References:

http://www.rense.com/general3/thun.htm

http://www.mysteriousworld.com/Journal/1999/Autumn/Thunderbird/

http://paranormal.about.com/library/weekly/aa100801b.htm

Secondly the claim about the Thunderbird living at the peak of The Olympic Mountains and feeding on seafood is a direct fabrication of the Thunderbird's epic battle against killer whales for food in which some battles are so fierce that they torn up trees by the roots and shake up mountains as the two fought with each other for survival. The Thunderbird legend may have been inspired by sightings of large size Teratornithidae birds with grasping talons capable of carrying up their prey unlike pterosaurs that can only carry their prey with their beaks, not their feet. Not only are the feet of pterosaurs are too weak to clutch prey, holding prey with their feet would throw off their centers of balance, and render themselves incapable of flight.

And finally the claim about two Native American braves encountering the Thunderbird leaves out the fact that the 2 warriors only saw what they believe to be a bird falling from the heavens in form of a bolt of lightening. After traveling for many days, they came across fossilized remains of a Pteranodon they believed to be the Thunderbird that plunged from the heavens and hit the ground so hard that it embedded itself in the earth. They also notice fossil sea shells surrounding it which the two braves believes them to be "thunderstones" which were created when lightening hit the ground. No live pterosaur sightings here.

Finally, Woetzel concludes this page by claiming,

"The atheistic astronomer Carl Sagan once remarked: “The pervasiveness of dragon myths in the folk legends of many cultures is probably no accident” (Sagan, Carl, The Dragons of Eden, New York: Random House, 1977, p. 149). Indeed he felt compelled to address the similarity to the great reptiles of the Jurassic era and 'explain them away.'"

There are no similarities between dragons and dinosaurs as I prove to you here. It's obvious Woetzel took that quote out of context and made it as if Sagan is admitting that the dragons in the tales does resemble dinosaurs while the truth of the matter is that dragon legends are mostly inspired by sightings of fossil remains of prehistoric animals that became a subject of countless myths, legends, and fairy tales until finally being identifyed as plants and animals that have been preseved over millions of years before the Dawn of Man. This, what Woetzel presents on Dragons in History page and the next page entitled Ancient [sic] Dinosaur Depictions I'll debunk in the next post, is the direct result of creationists fabricating dragon legends to deceivingly make them as if they are live dinosaur sightings while throwing out parts of it that clearly says they are in fact not.

A l'origine, c'était un titre téléchargé depuis Woody Tunes grâce à une opération de Ben&Jerry, et avec la complicité de Béatrice Ardisson, la reine des compils et des reprises.

In the summertime, reprise de l'infernal titre de Mungo Jerry, m'a donné envie d'aller voir ce qu'étaient les Parlor Snakes (Serpents de salon, donc !) , donc direct sur leur Myspace.

Et voilà ce qui motive ce billet, ce n'est pas mal du tout ! En tout cas j'aime bien, nous sommes donc parfaitement dans la LEJ (la bien connue Ligne Editoriale du Journal). Allezydonk, écoutez leurs titres.

En plus ils recherchent un bassiste. Personne n'est intéressé ?

PS : dans Myspace c'est classé dans Trash/Garage/Rock. ça ne m'étonne pas , c'est le boxon dans mon garage et ya plein de pierres dans le jardin. Ca ne pouvait que me plaire ...

In the end times, God will unleash a demonic army to take away 1/3 of the earth. Where will He start and why?  Will he use serpents to destroy the seed of the serpent?

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"Either make the tree good, and his fruit good; or else make the tree corrupt, and his fruit corrupt: for the tree is known by his fruit. O generation of vipers, how can ye, being evil, speak good things? for out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaketh. A good man out of the good treasure of the heart bringeth forth good things: and an evil man out of the evil treasure bringeth forth evil things. But I say unto you, That every idle word that men shall speak, they shall give account thereof in the day of judgment. For by thy words thou shalt be justified, and by thy words thou shalt be condemned." Matthew 12:33-37 (KJV).

Jesus is still speaking to and of the Pharisees. The hearts of the Pharisees are corrupt and their fruit is corrupt. A thorn tree cannot help bearing anything other than thorns. The fruit of their lips comes from their hearts, because their hearts are evil. Their hearts are evil because they know the Scriptures, but do not know the Truth when He stands in their midst. Their hearts are evil, because they are "full of dead men's bones", dead and profess to know God, but know Him not. They are evil because they lead blind men into the ditch with themselves. They are evil because they praise the godless and condemn sinners who seek a Savior.

Jesus uses imagery similar to that of John the Baptist, "But when he saw many of the Pharisees and Sadducees come to his baptism, he said unto them, O generation of vipers, who hath warned you to flee from the wrath to come?" 3:7 (KJV). Slithering, sneaky, slothful serpents whose only mission is to lead people to destruction. It is almost an insult to the serpents. Because of the evil of their hearts they cannot produce good fruit. They cannot speak good and fruitful words. They condemn themselves. The only hope for these religious leaders is to deny themselves, their corrupt fruit, corrupt lips, and believe in Jesus.

People do not often think this way, but words often reveal the content of the heart. If, for instance, the first word to come to you lips and tongue when you smash a finger is a swear word, then you really do have a heart problem. The one whose heart is right when they smash a finger might be something along the line, "Lord help me", but not to take His name in vain, or swear vehemently against Him. That comes from evil in the heart. By our words we will either be justified or condemned. Good words are spoken of our Savior and His work from the heart of those whom He has changed.

Guard your words, for they reveal the content and state of your heart.

-by Tim A. Blankenship

I found on youtube an acoustic performance by P.O.D. of the song "Tell Me Why", off of the new (upcoming) album "When Angels & Serpents Dance". This performance is simply beautiful, can't wait for the album to come out (April 8th)... here's the video

P.O.D. - Tell Me Why (Acoustic)

peace love and understanding,
-pooki

I've written a bit on the uroboros on my symbolic Alchemy Animals page here, but was prompted to write more after seeing this post by Eksith Rodrigo who describes how to make your own Uroboros on this post.  

Using his instructions, I made my own uroboros (shown right).  I added a snaggle tooth & curly horns....I've got a thing for horns....but I digress..

The symbolic meaning of the uroboros is replete with concepts such as:

• Cycles
• Eternity
• Rebirth
• Potential
• Perpetuity
• Actualization

The alchemists illustrate this serpent wrapped around the cosmic egg, signifying the life span of the universe.  Furthermore, the center opening shown in typical uroboros illustrations may also symbolize the egg which speaks of :

• Inceptions
• Beginnings
• Openings
• Latent power
• Limitless potential

This opening upon which the serpent is clenched is also symbolic of the number zero and all it implies.

The serpent itself is symbolic of regeneration and the cycle of time as we observe in the shedding of a snake's skin.

The eating of it's own tail declares the statement "The end is the beginning"  and reminds us of the eternal nature of energy which cannot be destroyed, only transformed. 

I rather like the implication that only by devouring ourselves can we find our true nature.  To further this point, I think of the constrictive nature of the snakes feeding pattern; its inner muscles press upon prey (in this case, itself).

This makes me think of the birthing  process of diamonds.  It takes a lot of pressure to make a diamond from coal.  Likewise, it takes a lot of constriction for our best selves to be squeezed out of our false identities.

The uroboros makes its appearance in several cultural myths.  Quickie symbolism of the uroboros in cultural myth:

• Egyptian: Symbolic of the sun - it's rising and setting signifying the cycle of the day
• Gnostic: Oneness of all life, the constant process of re-recreation and the unity behind all duality
• Roman: Eternity, time and associated with Janus the god of the new year
• Greece: Death and rebirth as illustrated in the Orphic creation myth - another reference to the cosmic egg symbolism
• African: Here it is known as the "rainbow serpent" or Aido Hwedo and is an emblem of sustaining life, protection and creation

The overwhelming message the uroboros provides is "all is one" - the concept of connection and the totality of all.  Other thoughts that come to mind with the uroboros include:

• Beginnings, endings, and all that's in-betwix
• Life, death and what we do with ourselves in between
• Reintegration, disintegration and the phases each of these processes undergoes

No doubt, this symbol is a powerful one - we can easily see how all of its symbolic implications can reap a dramatic effect on our thoughts.  I invite you to settle in with your own personal concepts of the uroboros, and see what kind of transformations come up for you!

One morning, a snake named Harry woke up in a most depressed state of mind. Everyone in the world despised him and he had to live each day of his life with the knowledge and burden that his kind was to blame for the fall of Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden. He also lived in constant fear that God would stomp on his head.

However, today he felt extra terrible because it was St. Patrick’s Day. This was the day that humans would celebrate Saint Patrick for chasing his relatives out of Ireland.

Harry was desperate to regain his self-esteem. He wondered if he should contact a large Public Relations Firm to have his image improved. But changing the minds of millions and millions of humans would be cost prohibitive.

So he went out for his usual morning crawl into the nearby woods where he felt he could enjoy quiet meditation. He wondered why a God of love would create a creature only to have it universally hated. Did God have a special plan for him that would make things all work out in the end?

Harry began to pray to God for guidance.

Suddenly, a beautiful angel descended from heaven and appeared before the hapless serpent. “I am here to help you,” said the angel.

Harry looked up at her with surprise then blurted out, “Why do people think I am bad?”

“You are not bad,” she said, “you are simply a symbol for expressing humankind’s lowest nature. You represent what is corporeal and sensual in humans because you are immersed in material things and the physical world from head to tail.”

“But God made me like this – to crawl forever over dust and earth,” replied Harry. “What am I to do?”

“We need to turn you into a better symbol.”

“But how?”

“Think vertically,” the angel answered. “The fact that you prayed to God shows that you can lift your mind above the objects you make contact with on earth. Unfortunately, the only way people would recognize that spiritual quality in you would be if you could raise your body vertically off the ground.”
Harry tried and tried but no amount of effort helped him to keep his body in a raised position for very long.

“You need support,” said the wise angel. She looked all around until she found a straight stick. She then forced one end of the stick into the ground.

“What are you doing,” asked the perplexed reptile.

“I am going to help you become a more positive symbol. This is what Moses did in the wilderness to lift up the serpent. A staff represents the power to connect lower things to higher things. Now, climb up the staff.”

Harry crawled over to the staff and began to coil around it until the full length of his body was off the ground. Then a white dove landed at the top of the staff and spread her wings. The dove merged with the staff so that the staff itself became winged.

“Wings represent the power of the spiritual mind to soar above worldly reasoning and gain a wider and more objective view of reality,” said the angel. “Harry, you have now become a symbol for spiritual regeneration.”

Where once Harry had been despised throughout the world, he now had new importance. To this day Harry can be seen on the insignia of the medical profession. It’s called the caduceus.

Harry is now helping God communicate to humans the message that true health is founded on spiritual well being.

Just wanted to tell all of you that P.O.D. has put up their first single off the forthcoming album "When Angels & Serpents Dance" up on their myspace page, the song is called "Addicted" and kicks major butt. Some old-skool P.O.D. mixed with the newer stuff and with Marcos back grooving on the guitar. Me like-y very much...

peace love and understanding,
-pooki

As I already covered in Fight Club Revisited, sometimes you get a movie where the surface story and subsurface are both on paré excellence. Today, I choose to focus on an old movie, where the surface story is simply a campy science fiction movie, but below the surface, you have one of the most illuminating pieces of education ever told in cinema. This film is They Live.

This movie is a must see. And, worth repeating, especially if you saw it a long time ago, and are now one of those who are looking for truth, then you must see this again. The movie is based on a short story entitled "8 O'clock in the Morning" by Ray Nelson. Nelson worked with the futurist Philip K. Dick, whose old science fiction novels are now becoming the reality growing around us, so we should be in for a treat.

The movie begins and we meet the protagonist, Nada, {*1} played by former pro-wrestler, Rowdy Roddy Piper. He is lost. He is wandering. He is in dire economic straits. We hear that he left Denver, where the banks are closing. So, he's moved on, in a futile effort, to escape yet another planned economic collapse. {*2}

The choice of Denver is interesting from a few perspectives. One, by being at the beginning of the movie, Denver, where there are vast underground complexes around the area, and as well, beneath Denver Airport, serves as a subtle hint, that if you don't look beneath the surface story, you will miss out on what this movie is about. Two, the disturbing murals at Denver International, show a theme related to this movie, with some alien hybrid wiping out humanity. Three, the entire Colorado area was a virtual ground zero of the S&L collapse, where Bush and his cronies raped this country's citizenry for millions.

Back to the movie, our protagonist sees a "crazy" blind preacher stands on the corner, shouting at passersby:

They use their tongues to deceive you. The venom of snakes is on their lips. They have taken the hearts and minds of our leaders. They have recruited the rich and the powerful. And they have blinded us to the truth.

Our human spirit is corrupted. Why do we worship greed? Because, outside the limit of our sight, they're feeding off us. Perched on top of us from birth to death, are our owners. Our owners! They have us. They control us. They are our masters.

And, he closes it off with an all-important message to the viewers:

Wake up! They're all about you. All around you.

The police come and grab the preacher and hustle him away. Nada, gives out our typical programmed apathetic response. He shrugs his shoulders and moves on.

The above speech tells us a lot about what is going to happen in the movie, but more importantly, what is presently going on all around us. The "venom of snakes" could be a reference to a few things, but we'll explore that later. You need look no further than to your friends and neighbors and perhaps yourself to see greed worship, or watch BBC's The Century of the Self. As for our owners, Jordan Maxwell does a pretty good job of confirming that we are in fact, "owned," though I wonder if Charles Fort's musings are more on target.

Nada then passes a storefront which sells televisions. There is a black youth standing in front of the display. He is transfixed. He looks zombiefied. The images shown on the screen are subtle hints of the mechanisms of control: the faces carved into Mount Rushmore, a Eagle flying, a Flag waving, sports, and of course, beer commercials. {*3}

Our weary protagonist seeks a place to rest for the night. He finds an alley and beds down among the vagrants (aka other unfortunate souls). Down the alley, a window is open. Through that window he sees an old woman watching television. Her show features some actress saying:

Sometimes when I watch TV, I stop being myself, and I'm a star of a series, or I have my own talk show, or I'm on the news getting out of a limo, going someplace important.

All I ever have to do is be famous. People watch me, and they love me. And I never never grow old, and I never die,

But the woman in front of the television is growing old. She is, surely, and slowly, dying. And, she is wasting her last few years of life in front of this television. Another sad depiction of the mechanism of control. How many of us waste a good part of our lives worshiping these empty "stars" thrown at us by the media? How many of us escape into the programmed fantasy wishing for our own fame and fortune, or prostitute ourselves (spiritually, and I'd hazard, sometimes physically), in hopes of ourselves becoming "stars" one day?

Now, for the surface story, and to keep the interest of those watching who'll never understand that this is not science fiction, our protagonist meets his buddy. Have to have a buddy in a buddy picture. The choice of a black man is telling. Race is yet another of many of the Hegelian dialectics they use to divide us from each other.

The two buddies discuss the current economic situation, sometimes hitting on the truth about rampant corporatism, and sometimes missing, falling into other Hegelian traps themselves. For example, they blame foreigners for our manufacturing woes, instead of our masters, who methodically, and by design, took the manufacturing jobs out of this country.

The television "programming" is interrupted by a message from a "hacker." He has interrupted the signal and is trying to broadcast the truth:

Our impulses are being redirected. We live in an artificially-induced state of consciousness, that resembles sleep. The poor and the under-class are growing. Racial justice and human rights are non-existent.

They have created a repressive society, and we are their unwitting accomplices. Their intention to rule rests with the annihilation of consciousness. We have been lulled into a trance. They have made us indifferent, to ourselves, and to others. We are focused only on our own gain [signal cuts out]

Please understand, they are safe as long as they are not discovered. That is their method of survival. Keep us asleep. Keep us selfish. Keep us sedated.

The regular programming comes back on. "That thing's giving me a headache," says one of the vagrants. What's giving him a headache? The truth is giving him a headache.

The other vagrant mocks the hacker. "Blow it out your ass!" That fits right in to what David Icke says of what pathetic sheep we have all become. Our masters have figured out a more effective means of control, consensus (peer pressure for adults). As Icke says, "At least sheep need a sheepdog to keep them in line, we've even dispensed with that. We keep ourselves in line."

But, Nada, he's not so quick to dismiss it. The broadcast which everyone else ridiculed strikes his curiosity. Is his heart recognizing the truth our eyes can't see? He is slowly awakening. He is becoming a truth-seeker. He's looking at obscure details. He's looking at things in the distance (symbolically, past the propaganda). More importantly, he is asking questions.

We flash to a scene of the two oblivious vagrants (the sheep / dismissers) watching TV again. Before their eyes, two towers explode and collapse! Very very synchromystic! [I completely missed this the first 3 times I watched the movie.]

Our protagonist has found refuge in a make-shift tent city, where others of the new underclass have built a small community. Are the squalid conditions these people live in a preview of the Neofeudalism George Soros and other corrupt elites speak of? Or, could one take this further, and consider it predictive programming for Americans to prepare them for the pending economic collapse?

The regular programming is again interrupted by the hacker, aka the voice of truth:

They are dismantling the sleeping middle-class. Suddenly , more and more people are becoming poor, [Um, just look around you!]

We are their cattle, We are being bred for slavery, {*4}

Again, the signal cuts off. The "people" give their typical responses, reflecting ignorance, and even more noteworthy, fear:

• "Daddy, I have a headache." "Me too, honey." --> Again, the truth is scary and disconcerting. It threatens our innocence/naiveté.
• "Can someone please explain to me what that was all about?" --> Our ability to think critically has been intentionally removed by the education (i.e., indoctrination) system. So, it is much easier for us mentally, when a newscaster (i.e., person of authority) tells us what to think.
• "That idiot's licking his nuts again." --> Programmed quick dismissal of challenging theories. Think of the "conspiracy theory label.

Our protagonist, not dissuaded, continues to investigate. What is going on in that mysterious little church? And alas, we see the words painted on the wall:

THEY LIVE, WE SLEEP

Am I really watching a John Carpenter film here? {*5}

[To be continued in, They Live, We Sleep: Part II]

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*1: The choice of names, Nada, which means nothing in Spanish and Portuguese, could be indicative of our worthlessness, or just be an inside joke by the director. The credits specify the character name as Nada, but at no point in the movie is he referred to by name. [LB]

*2: There are no accidental economic collapses. I remember being taught in school about how the Great Depression was caused by the 1929 Stock Market Crash. But, critical thinking suppressed by the school system, none dared ask, "Well, if everyone lost their fortunes by selling on that day, who was buying?" We're not taught about the expansion and reduction of the money supply that caused the depression. Or, of the few that stepped in and bought everything. Real history is much different. [LB]

*3: All of those items are effective as a means of control. The faces in the mountain could be interpreted to represent the facades which we see as our "leaders." The flag of patriotism is a useful tool "when necessary" to send fools off to kill each other. The eagle, which so many Americans seem to think represents them goes back to the fascism of WWII, further back as Julius Caesar's standard, and even further back as the Phoenix. Sports promotes mindlessness and the redirection of our competitive / protective instinct into futile avenues. Lastly, liquor goes back to the Pirate families, and their rise to prominence as reward for intoxicating the masses. Michael Tsarion and David Icke present some interesting arguments over the history of liquor and taverns. [LB]

*4: Again, I reference Charles Fort as a possible allusion. Another, should we subscribe to the Zionist Control Theory is that the word "goyim," used by the Zionist's Jewish puppets, is a derogatory term used for non-Jews that means "cattle." [LB]

*5: Watching this, it's hard to imagine this was brought to us by the same director who brought us Ghosts of Mars, which featured the classic line: "What happens if we blow up the nuclear power plant? There'd be a big explosion, right?" [LB]

The evil thing that the slave brought with him was his religion. You do not need to go to Africa to find the fetich. During the hundred years that slavery in our America held the Negro crushed, degraded, and apart, his master could deprive him of his manhood, his wife, his child, the fruits of toil, of his life; but there was one thing of which he could not deprive him,-his faith in fetich charms. Not only did this religion of the fetich endure under slavery---it grew. None but Christian masters offered the Negro any other religion; and by law, even they were debarred from giving them any education. So fetichism flourished. The master's children were infected by the contagion of superstition; they imbibed some of it at the Negro foster-mother's breasts. It was a secret religion that lurked thinly covered in slavery days, and that lurks today beneath the Negro's Christian profession as a white art, and among the non-professors as a black art; a modern memory of the revenges of his African ancestors; a secret fraternity among slaves of far distant plantations, with words and signs,--the lifting of a finger, the twitch of all eyelid,--that telegraphed from house to house with amazing rapidity (as today in Africa) current news in old slave days and during the late Civil War; suspected, but never understood by the white master; which, as a superstition, has spread itself among our ignorant white masses as the 'Hoodoo,' Vudu, or Odoism, is simply African fetichism transplanted to American soil... ( fetich --- fetish )

SERPENT CULT AT WHYDAH

My notes:

Freud has something very interesting to say about all that terrifies us. He tells us that we can only be afraid of things which we already know becoming strange. Like tonight, if you looked out of your window and saw the moon dripping blood , you'd be terrified. The moon is known, blood is known and their new avatars confuse us and gives rise to what Freud calls the 'uncanny'. But what is the normal again is a socio-cultural construct. Voodoo, seen through Western eyes is uncanny in this Freudian sense. Voodoo challenges us to rethink the definitions of normalcy and the liminal.

Voodoo, as we know it, is more an American power-construct than a Haitian religion. Voodoo is the national religion of Haiti.   Misconceptions regarding it abound. Please read here for a fuller and constructive treatment of the subject.

Incidentally, Hinduism too worships snakes and the snake is a symbol of 'kundalini'.

Image: Thanks for the image.

Hello there. Yesterday when i was driving home from work and had reached Turku and was letting some off my car-poolers off i noticed something weird with the steering of my car. Some moments later my left front tire broke. Drove to the nearest parking lot. I was supposed to go drumming with my friend Rasmus, so he came along with his car to give me a hand with changing the tire to the extra one i have in the back, but we couldn't get the wheel off, was stuck real bad so i left it there overnight. We still went drumming with his car for a while. This morning i took my bike where my car was parked and to my disappointment i noticed the right front tire is also empty now. So i had it towed to a tire-store and their the also noticed my back tires could give up any moment now. The front ones were looking real bad, i'm so lucky they didn't break on the highway, that could've been disasterous. So this all was very expensive, the towing and four new winter tires. A bit bummed out about that, since we're saving money for the new apartment but better this way than my car crashing on the highway, would've been way more expensive then. My guardian angel's where there with me. Better safe than sorry, that's true. Soon i'm picking Melanie up and we're spending some time together. I have nightshift today, two of those and then a bit longer free. On saturday we're going to see Monitors Alive play live at the already legendary TVO right here in Turku rock city. Now i'll go.

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peace love and understanding,
-pooki

I often fly the United States Navy's Union Jack flag at my front door, as after all, we are a Navy family. However, now I am wondering if the picture of the rattlesnake on that flag is attracting like minded poisonous serpents to come visit. Is it like the pineapple of hospitality for snakes?

We had a frightening visitor the other night which slithered under the wheels of my neighbor's vehicle just as he was entering his garage. His final glimpse of the brightly reticulated serpent was of it scurrying onto our side lawn.

The next morning, after our mowing crew had run their wicked machinery on our lawn, we discovered the 2 to 2 1/2 foot creepy crawler dead as a door nail, stretched across the driveway.

I photographed it HERE, and it has been identified as a Southern Copperhead. My neighbor now tells me that over the years he has killed others of these varmints on his front lawn, but was told that they were harmless water snakes. Now I am reminded of a post I wrote a couple years ago about copperhead snakes. I think that we need to seek out the nests of these dreadful snakes wherever they are in our gardens, just like Zell Miller does:

“We were doing some work on my back porch back home, tearing out a section of old stacked rocks, when all of a sudden I uncovered a nest of copperhead snakes. I know the difference between those snakes that are harmless and those that will kill you. A copperhead will kill you. It could kill one of my dogs. It could kill one of my grandchildren. It could kill any one of my four great-grandchildren.

“And you know, when I discovered these copperheads, I didn’t call my wife Shirley for advice, like I do on most things. I didn’t go before the city council. I didn’t yell for help from my neighbors. I just took a hoe and knocked them in the head and killed them dead as a doorknob.

“'I guess you could call it a unilateral action,' I said. 'Or pre-emptive.' Perhaps if you had been watching me, you could have even called it bellicose and reactive. I took their poisonous heads off because they were a threat to me. And they were a threat to my home and my family. They were a threat to all I hold dear."

From Neddy's Copperheads 

The image, U.S. Navy Flag, was originally uploaded by barneykin. It is posted here from Barneykin's account.

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Au détour du sentier, on ne sait jamais ce qui attend le photographe-naturaliste-randonneur en quête de sensations fortes !

Certes, dans le massif du Mont-Blanc, les risques de croiser un hippopotame grognon, un tigre affamé ou bien un ours mal léché sont bien faibles, voire inexistants.

Et pourtant, au détour du fameux sentier, il existe des créatures innofensives qui donnent des sueurs froides même au plus courageux !

Cette petite couleuvre, la coronelle lisse, rencontrée près du chalet du Chapeau, au pied de la Mer de glace, est toutefois bien innofensive pour l'homme.

Malhereusement, les serpents, dans l'inconscient collectif, sont toujours des êtres nuisibles qu'il faut absolument détruire, éradiquer, exterminer, etc...

Halte là ! Les serpents sont utiles, et tous protégés par la loi. Quel chance de pouvoir observer un tel animal !

La coronelle lisse (Coronella austriaca, LAURENTI 1768) est le plus petit de nos serpents. Elle est complètement inoffensive et ne dépasse que rarement 70 cm de longueur. Cette espèce se distingue des couleuvres aquatiques et des vipères par ses écailles dorsales lisses, non carénées et elle se différencie de la couleuvre d'Esculape et la couleuvre verte et jaune par le dessin, la coloration et le nombre de rangées d'écailles dorsales.

La couleur de fond peut varier du gris-beige au gris-cendré. En maints endroits, les femelles présentent une robe plutôt grise, tandis que celle des mâles donne sur le brun. Le dessin, qui manque souvent, est constitué de deux rangées de petites taches foncées, parfois reliées en bandes transversales ou longitudinales. La tache sombre, souvent triangulaire, sur le dessus de la tête et la bande foncée barrant l'oeil sont également particulières à cette espèce. La partie ventrale est sans dessin et de couleur brune ou noire, rouge-brique chez les individus jeunes. Un ornement ventral en forme de damier, comme le présente p.ex. la couleuvre à collier, manque chez la coronelle.

Rencontrée à plus de 1500 m d'altitude dans le massif du Mont-Blanc, la coronelle préfère les sols se desséchant et se réchauffant rapidement. Il s'agit en l'occurrence surtout des surfaces rocailleuses et rocheuses et des pentes à sol maigre. La coronelle lisse ne fréquente les zones plus humides que si elle y dispose d'éléments surélevés tels qu'empierrements, murgiers, rochers ou objets semblables lui permettant de bien s'exposer au soleil et d'atteindre le plus rapidement possible la température interne optimale.

Ce serpent habite les alluvions caillouteux le long des rivières, les rives des lacs, les éboulis et les bordures de marais. A partir de là, la coronelle a également colonisé des habitats formés par l'Homme : carrières, gravières, vignobles, jardins naturels, accotements de chemin de fer, prairies sèches, terrains en friche. Dans le Jura et les Alpes, la coronelle se rencontre avant tout sur les pâturages extensifs, les zones d'éboulement et les pierriers.

La coronelle lisse mène une vie très discrète. Une fois sortie de son gîte, elle se déplace presque toujours à l'abri de la couverture herbacée. Ses mouvements sont lents et tellement souples qu'il est presque impossible de la percevoir, même lorsqu'elle s'active dans les feuilles mortes. S'il est dérangée, ce serpent se fige et ne se remarque que difficilement. Ce n'est que par grande humidité de l'air et par températures clémentes, ou tout au plus en début ou en fin de journée, qu'il va complètement s'exposer. Par températures chaudes, les animaux restent souvent cachés toute la journée dans la couche herbeuse ou sous des pierres. Par temps frais ou par chaleur sèche, ce sont surtout les individus sur le point de muer qui s'aventurent hors de leur abris. Il est alors plus facile de les apercevoir.

La coronelle lisse se nourrit principalement d'autres reptiles, avant tout d'orvets et de lézards, parfois même de vipères, voire de congénères. La part de rongeurs dans le régime alimentaire varie selon l'habitat. La coronelle enroule son corps en plusieurs tours autour de la proie et l'étouffe.

Au printemps, les coronelles ne sortent généralement pas avant la mi-avril, même lorsque le temps est clément. L'accouplement a lieu fin avril ou début mai. L'espèce est ovovivipare. La femelle portante se déplace très peu et lorsqu'elle prend ses bains de soleil, il est possible de la rencontrer pendant des semaines toujours au même endroit. Les mâles sont moins sédentaires et ne peuvent pas être observés d'une façon aussi régulière. Fin août ou en septembre naissent 3 à 15 jeunes. Ils mesurent de 12 à 17 cm et pèsent environ 2,5 grammes. La coronelle est confrontée à beaucoup de prédateurs, avant tout des rapaces et des fouines et dans les zones d'habitations des chats domestiques. Ce serpent est assez vulnérable face aux attaques directes de prédateurs. Il n'existe pas de comportement défensif tel que glandes cloacales excrétant une matière malodorante ou encore simulation de la mort. Il arrive que certains individus vident leur contenu intestinal ou qu'ils soufflent bruyamment. La coronelle peut mordre lorsque qu'elle est inquiétée, mais la morsure est inoffensive. Pour échapper à ses ennemis, cette espèce fait surtout confiance à son camouflage et à son mode de déplacement discret.

L'aire de répartition de cette espèce s'étend de la péninsule ibérique jusqu'au milieu de la Suède. La limite orientale se situe vers l'Oural et la rive sud de la mer Caspienne. Le site le plus septentrional se trouve en Finlande, le plus méridional en Sicile. La coronelle est absente de l'Irlande et elle ne colonise que la partie la plus méridionale de l'Angleterre. Elle a disparu du Danemark au cours de ce siècle.

Source : http://www.karch.ch/karch/f/rep/ca/caco.html

TONY
“You see that guy on the bicycle? Now him you’ve gotta keep your eyes open for."

PHILIP
“That guy? Why?”

TONY
"You see how he rode by that parked car, the white one over there? He slowed right down when he saw something on her car seat, probably it's her purse. So he does a couple of u-turns so he can ride by her car again and grab the purse. If you ask me, the only reason he didn’t grab for it is that she was just coming back out the store. I'll bet you she’ll never know what just went down, which is like most people if you ask me.”

One day, and much to her dismay, the apple she was about to pick came wrapped in a serpent, a lowly creature who had only recently evolved it seems and didn’t even have legs yet. Well it hadn’t evolved because of course evolution didn’t exist either but that’s beside the point. It didn’t have any arms or fingers either which is why it was wrapped around the apple and couldn’t just hand it to her. Mysteriously it was a talking serpent because it told her to have a munch but not to be greedy because no doubt her boyfriend, who was hanging about nearby kicking stones into the lake, would want some too. So she handed him half the apple and he took a bite after carefully wiping it off on some leaves or some such – whereupon all Hell broke loose! God appeared in a fiery cloud in a tremendous hissy fit - so angry that he could very well have smote the pair of them there and then but he thought better of it and just chucked them out of the garden instead, never to sully the doorstep again. So Adam and Eve were cast out into the wilderness for munching on an apple – a rather harsh sentence if you think about it. Rather like putting people in jail for life for embezzling money or driving on a suspended license. God obviously was having a bit of an off day that day.

So there they were – naked and shamed, out in the wilderness with the vultures and the scorpions. What else was there to do then than start off the human race by producing Cain and Abel? The bible is somewhat mute on the topic of how the rest of us got here because so far as I know two blokes can’t produce offspring and then there’s the uncomfortable consideration that they were brothers and mum was the only female around. Hmm – let’s not go too far up that road.

And so religion was born, or the early beginnings of it anyway because it was quite some time – and nobody seems to know quite how much time, before a few prophets like Noah or Jesus of Nazareth came on the scene and started gathering followers. Jesus was quite some lad. His mum was a virgin – or at least that’s what she told dad – he could walk on water and he was a dab hand at converting water into wine – which made him much sought after at weddings on a budget. He could feed five thousand people with just a couple of loaves of bread and a few sardines and could even raise people from the dead if he felt so inclined. When he died, after losing a dispute with the local constabulary, and being ratted out by the local Pharisees, he rose from the dead himself and popped round to see his disciples for a quick chat before ascending to heaven in a blaze of glory.

Strangely enough the ancient Greeks had a hero figure that was very much like Adam except that his name was Apollo – they even looked something alike according to the artists of the day. I never could understand BTW how come both Adam and Eve are always shown with navels? Anything strike you as odd about that? But I digress, as usual. The God figure that visited that garden bore more than a passing resemblance to Zeus – long curly beard and all – not to mention all the trappings such as bolts of lightning and fiery clouds. Later on He – or maybe it was his mate the Holy Ghost – had congress with a descendent of Eve and produced Jesus.

Now then, ‘coincidentally’ the Hero of ancient mythology was a son born of a divine father and a mortal mother and furthermore he was subsequently charged with undergoing certain trials and tribulations before coming to a sticky end for his troubles. Hercules for example, spent his time doing things like cleaning out stables, fighting huge bad tempered boars, strangling giant snakes with his bare hands, killing his family in drunken rages and setting himself on fire after being poisoned unwittingly by wifey. Quite an interesting autobiography he could have written don’t you think? Or even an ancient blog.

Jesus was said to be the SON of God – not much of a stretch from the SUN of God of many ancient religions – Sol Invictus for example, or Helios, or Baldur who in Norse legend was the God of Light [so was Lucifer but we won’t talk about him]. In ancient Egypt there was Ra and Amun. Referring to Jesus the King James Bible says: [ John 1:9] 'That was the true Light, which lighteth every man that cometh into the world'.

Many cultures embrace the cult of the ‘sun-hero’ who is connected to the ‘demiurge’ or creator and who in turn is the saviour of the world – one who brings about a new world order or a new beginning. Ringing any bells here?

But my point is – and you just knew there was one in here somewhere if you stuck with it long enough – that the beginnings of the Christian religion bear a remarkable resemblance to if not a direct retelling of Greek Mythology not to mention snippets and echoes of many others - gasp. In fact, there are so many ‘cross-references’ you might say [too many to detail at length here but you can email me for a list] as to make one believe that they might just – if you squint your eyes and hold your breath, cross your fingers and hope to die – be actually one and the same thing! Perish the thought – what will us unbelievers come up with next…

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