Lone Nutter News
1-12-2002
by Jaye C. Beldo
Recently, I received a post from Alex Constantine announcing a new form
of technology called Bio-Fusion which: "... combines sensors to examine
biological systems to understand how information and neural structures
produce thought and to display the thought in mathematical terms. By
creating an advanced database containing these terms, researchers now can
look at brain activity and determine if a person is lying, receiving
instructions incorrectly or concentrating on certain thought types that may
indicate aggression."
In spite of the potential Brave New Fusion at hand, I foresee this
technology being used in positive ways, such as mapping the inherently
holographic nature of the brain itself. I also anticipate a welcome
opportunity to utilize our own imaginations, creativity and spirit in
addressing this would-be invasive technology as well.
As an example, if one thinks of the number nine, a specific area of the
brain is activated and those using the Bio-Fusion device can determine that
the person is thinking of the number. ( Imagine the abuse potential of this
device, i.e., using it to glean an ATM secret code or credit card number!)
But what if the targeted person is fully aware of the non-local, holographic
nature of the brain, has a vivid and pliable imagination, has much
experience with meditation and the various states of consciousness achieved
through such a practice?
What if a person discovers she/he has the ability to simultaneously think of
the number nine, the German word for 'no', the ninth card of the Tarot deck
(the Hermit), the nine spheres of the universe according to Islamic
cosmology, the Ennead by Plotinus, a passage from the third movement of
Beethoven's 9th Symphony, the dreaded Council of Nine, all contained within
the ninth sefira, Yesod, of the Cabalistic Tree of Life which is positioned
in the ninth house of the zodiac? What localized area of the brain, if any,
would activate specifically enough for the Bio-Fusion device to determine
the number the targeted person was thinking of?
For
those still trapped in the Skinnerean Black Box of Behaviorist Psychology
and want to continue to confine consciousness within the localized,
physical brain itself, such simultaneous, multidimensional thinking would
pose a very serious threat to their deterministic/reductionist program of
manipulation and control. Instead of the Bio-Fusion device coercing people
into certain modes of self policed thinking, it would instead encourage
those quick to seize the opportunity to appreciate the non-local,
holographic wonder our brains actually are.
Bio-Fusion technology could even encourage us to reclaim our imaginations
back from the omnipresent Bastille of corporatized consciousness. We may
never get a chance to play with such a device, but a perfect opportunity to
exercise our holographic brains to prepare for the techno-policing to come,
is finally here.
Such creative responses can be used to address other invasive
technologies now being employed by the military, government and other fear
based vectors at large, such as Virtual Reality MK, remote viewing and
electromagnetic sabotage to name a few. Whenever I feel the uneasy presence
of something that is manipulative I make sure to respond creatively and not
react with fear.
If I sense that I'm the subject of remote viewing, I'll grab my guitar and
start playing in hopes that perhaps the person or persons spying on me will
appreciate the efforts I've made over the last thirty years to evolve my
musicianship. I'll play Indian Ragas, percussive, atonal ditties in the
spirit of Derek Bailey and Fred Frith and other unusual styles that are off
the map, in hopes to constructively engage the RV'ers in something
interesting for a change. Sometimes I even sing to those I think are
spying on me. At present I plan on writing tender ballads for the ultimately
love starved goons, whether they are using the 'Eye of Horus' RV'ing
technique or accessing my life via some unknown satellite technology or
hiding behind some clever screen name on the internet. I plan on elaborating
on this in an upcoming article in Paranoia magazine called: Mind Control in
Black and White.
*****
Love in the Age of Anthrax
About a month ago, a potential paramour sent me a greeting card. When I
plucked it cautiously out of my mailbox, I detected something lumpy inside.
I instinctively took my thumb and forefinger and squeezed what I flashed
could be a lethal dose of Anthrax. However, when I opened the envelope,
reassured that it really was from the person I thought it was from, out came
a confetti of brittle shards, the remains of two tiny sea shells lovingly
entwined in a tuft of lamb's wool.
My heart caved in.
I haven't been able to tell my friend about how I ruined her thoughtful gift
by my careless paranoia. As if telepathically, remedially responding
however, she sent me another card a month later, this time with a piece of
polished black opal inside. There was no way I could crush the tiny gem
into ruin no matter how hard I squeezed the envelope.
*****
One Sick Dude
Robert Sterling forwarded me the following response from a reader of the
McHajj series now being posted on The Konformist
(http://www.konformist.com/2002/mchajj/mchajj.htm) :
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Jaye's response:
No need to wax incredulous over my proposed twelve step program pal.
For your information, I'm a sick dude because my mind has been perpetually
raped by advertising icons that infiltrate what little remains of my private
mental life. My affliction has totally ruined my love life amongst other
things. Every time I try to kiss a woman, for example, the Tidy Bowl man
shows up in my mind's eye and beats me on the head with a toilet bowl brush
as if to punish me for my anti-consumerist, erotically liberatory desires.
I've tried exorcists, psychic surgeons from the Philippines, 1-800 psychics
and other assorted witch doctors to get rid of these commercial entities
invading my brain. But to no avail.
The best I can do is write out what I dream in the McHajj series as a
desperate attempt at catharsis. I know there are others out there who
suffer from this plight but are probably too ashamed or unsure about how to
ask for help. This is why I want to start a 12 step group called V.O.A.I.
(Victims of Advertising Icons).
For those of you that may possibly be V.O.A.I.'s, please continue to
read the McHajj series as it is posted. In the meantime, I plan on
contacting various treatment centers to see if they can offer me financial
support to embark on this venture. I'm sure the AMA will come after me once
they catch wind of this however. I may have to set up a treatment center in
Mexico, following in the wake of Hoxsey himself.
*****
Memories of Northern India
Back in 1988-89 I took a trip to Northern India sponsored by the Omega
Institute in New York along with 18 other spoiled Americans. The expedition
leader, Joan Halifax, noted anthropologist, shamaness, Buddhist, author and
teacher certainly had the spiritual seniority needed for such a perilous
venture. I chose her because I didn't want some Outward Bound, macho hack
as a trip leader. Our journey started in Srinagar, Kashmir where we kicked
back on a houseboat (ironically named Edgar Mitchell) on Lake Dal and
enjoyed the panorama of spectacular scenery, recovering from the excessive
stresses of third world travel.
Predominantly a Muslim City, Srinagar houses what is believed to be the tomb
of Jesus Christ as convincingly described in the book 'Jesus Lived in India'
by Holger Kersten. At the time I did not know that, but in retrospect have
come to appreciate the wonderful spiritual energy of the now politically and
spiritually imperiled region.
I have come to believe that the current strife between Pakistan and India,
between Hindu Nationalists and Muslims is orchestrated by New World
Order/Illusion-Nati forces at large to not only stir geopolitical unrest but
more importantly, to inhibit if not totally squelch the spiritual energy
there as elsewhere around the world (most notably in the ongoing
Ethiopia/Eritrea conflict where the Ark of the Covenant is allegedly
housed). In fact a discernible pattern to all of these martial conflicts
can be detected in many other parts of the world where ongoing unrest is the
order of the day such as in Israel, Northern Ireland and many other places.
We worked our way from Srinagar to the starting point of our long trek.
We began hiking up into the Himalayan Mountains to visit holy places as the
Amarnath Cave where the lingam of Shiva (made of ice and just as big as Dick
Cheney's asininus wang) is housed and then onto Ladahk, Zanskar and some of
the remotest places I've ever been. We visited such Buddhist monasteries as
Hemis (where Christ is mentioned in their ancient prayer books) and quaint
villages during our trek. I must say at the time it was the most peaceful,
harmonious, pollution free place I had ever been. The 'highway department'
in that part of the world consisted of a small crew of Indian men placing
chiseled rocks by hand, one by one, into the roads in a humorous attempt to
create pavement. Guard rails were non-existent.
We visited a man that Ms. Halifax knew from previous expeditions ,in
one of the villages of Ladahk. It was one of the most touching moments I
can ever remember in my life. We had been hiking all day, passing by
Ladahkis harvesting apricots, barley and other crops, preparing for the
long, harsh winter ahead. TT, as he was nicknamed, and his family came out
to greet our group and invited us inside their humble home. I became very
familiar with this kind of hospitality, warmth and openness in that part of
the world. We all sat on a porch overlooking the village and the valley it
was tucked within. I then realized I was in the presence of some of the
most sincere, uncorrupted people I had ever met. Joan sat with TT on the
floor and started crying. Then we all started crying along with her.
TT just stared off, fully understanding it all. We knew such a place and
such people were seriously endangered. TT knew it himself as he obviously
understood our emotions and didn't judge or deny us our expressions. He
told us later, over barley beer (you need to drink about a gallon of the
stuff to get a buzz) and tsampa of plans to build a real highway through the
region, sponsored by the Russians if I'm not mistaken. TT, the mayor of the
village already foresaw what was to come their way. That night, his
daughters entertained us by singing and dancing. We all shared a wonderful
meal together. He let us all crash in their living room and the moon was so
bright at such a high altitude that I could barely sleep. I couldn't help
knowing, as I lay in my sleeping bag, that TT and his family's way of life
would soon be no more. Our departure from his village the next day was most
heartbreaking indeed.
I consider myself to be very fortunate to have been able to experience
Northern India as one of the most peaceful and beautiful places I had ever
been. Sure there were tensions there at the time, (we had just left
Srinagar when a U.S. and Pakistani ambassador were bombed out of the sky,
causing riots in the town). In a place called Kargill, where posters of the
Ayatollah were openly displayed, our presence was tolerated. I lied and told
the locals there I was from Canada when they asked. But overall, I felt we
were not threatened in any way. One time, the Indian military bailed us out
of trouble when we ran out of gas on a remote mountain pass.
A month and a half later, I returned to America during the Bush-Dukakis
presidential race. Confronted with a t.v. set in a hotel in NYC, I turned
the thing on as if to reorient myself to my country of origin and the first
image to appear after the set warmed up was a close up shot of a gun. The
reverse culture shock has not subsided one bit, 14 years later.
©2002 Jaye C. Beldo
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