For live (sometimes minute by minute) coverage, go to the guardian:
I presume that by now you’ve already learned that Snowden wasn’t on that plane he had booked out of Moscow that, however, baited his horde of ravenous journalists who are now heading for Havana without even the possibility of an alcoholic drink en route. . .
How does Snowden continue to elude the gigantic, insane, ego-driven Evil Empire? Astonishing. Or is Gordon Duff right. Here’s his new essay on the subject, which as is usual for him, blames Israel as top dog in all things evil. Is he correct? I have no idea. I continue to hold open my mind.
I imagine Jon Rappoport will weigh in with another article in the same vein today, as well. I especially like the way he focuses on sociological programming, how it works. Here’s his from two days ago:
I value both these perspectives (and Naomi Wolf’s as well), precisely because I feel so powerfully sucked in by this extraordinary drama. By saying this I don’t mean to denigrate Snowden, or my emotional and spiritual fusion with the millions of others who are “hoping against hope” that Snowden makes it to whatever safe place is possible — are there any? I’m reminded of my hero, anarchist Emma Goldman, who, as I recall, at one point was persona non grata just about everywhere on Earth.
No. I value these more jaundiced, skeptical, deeply “worldly” perspectives because I prefer to detach from my very real emotions and intense life-long idealism; because I prefer to truly allow what is to be what it is without my needing or expecting a particular outcome. After all, isn’t this what the Buddha was after, when he said that “life is suffering,” that the “cause of suffering is craving, or aversion” and that the cure for suffering is watching the mind, letting go of the need to have one’s expectations met?
I found an interesting little exercise today on rumormillnews. It’s one that I have practiced for years, to help me dissolve ego. Indeed, at one point, in my 40s, I had to consciously endure four hours of being slowly eviscerated with words by my raging ex-husband in order to get back together with my estranged children. And I had to do so with awareness, compassion, and no attachment. It worked. That four-hour ordeal set us all free.
Here’s the exercise:
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Date: Sunday, 23-Jun-2013 17:11:30
Imagine, if all the talking heads fulminating their wrath for or against Snowden and/or the NSA yesterday on the Sunday morning talk shows (I didn’t watch, didn’t need to; don’t have television, don’t need it; but know how predictive and retrodictive its continuous insanity producing programming) would learn this practice? How would the world change? How fast?
Meanwhile, today, after going back to bed for awhile in the early AM after checking to see if the guardian had anything new on Snowden, I found myself wanting to get inside his fragile skin, his psyche. How would it feel to be The One? To be the one slight, small, vulnerable, being on Earth who’s directly the grinding, mechanical, exacting, fumbling (?) cross-hairs of the biggest baddest Empire the world has ever seen?
Speaking of which, according to Mike Adams of naturalnews, Ecuador may not be the best choice.
This whole epic tale is so preposterously perfect that if it were fiction, nobody would believe it? Is it?