SIGNS OF THE TIMES: Actual Arrests? “I saw you”? Obama terrified?

If so, then the swamp really is being drained, just not within our view. Video via Reader Rose.

BTW: If you didn’t see this next video, then do. At the endless McCain funeral, Huma Abedin exchanges hugs (and what else?) with Lindsey Graham, all the while eagle-eyed by Generals Mattis and Kelly, and, as a finale, Kelly gives a hand-gesture to Graham, indicating “I saw you,”  which prompts Graham to pat his pockets nervously, like a little kid.

During a recent speech, does Obama look a bit freaked?

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Linda Moulton Howe, on the Solar Observatory Shut-Down

BTW: She claims that it is NOT true that six other solar observatories across the world were shut down. Says that this is the only one; but the reason or reasons why remain mysterious.

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A.K. Reader: “This Piece Began . . .” (1972)

In 1972-73 I was hired as a “professor” in the then fledgling year-old New College of California, located at that time, in Sausalito. (It moved to San Francisco the following year, and finally closed, after a tumultuous 37 years, in 2008.)  Its founder, charismatic Jesuit John Leary, was later outed as a pedophile. When googling this fact, I came upon a post in which there is a section about me, and it quotes both me and Bob Raines, then my lover and co-teacher.

The Double Life of John Leary

Both of us were finally fired. It’s obvious why! We were asking fundamental questions, like are we a college or are we a community? And if we are a community, then why are some of us getting paid and some paying?

The following piece was published in The Nutria, a weekly in-house New College rag that Raines and I started to get our students writing (for without grades, what would be the goad?). Our editorial philosophy was, “We print whatever we get. No edits.” From my editorial in the third issue:

The Nutria stated explicitly (Vol 1, no. 2) that its editorial policy is fast and loose, no holds barred. So naturally, the Nutria tends to be crammed full of stuff which is “in poor taste” or “of poor literary quality,” and which, therefore, nobody ever reads. (This isn’t true, of course. At least some of us read at least some of the Nutria at least some of the time.)

We wondered if, over time, the students would critique each others’ work, and if, then The Nutria would gradually improve. It did.

You might notice a chip on my shoulder in the following piece. No wonder. I was the only female (and Sagittarian) teacher in a Scorpio school full of Scorpio faculty, including both Leary and Raines.  

That year also happened to coincide with my first Saturn Return, at 30. I was arrogant, and needed a fall, big time, in order to start over again.


The Nutria, Vol One, #2

This piece began as a set of frivolous notes to myself, but didn’t end up that way. I talk here, about “learning,” specifically about how learn.

One of my biases is that an idea can best be understood through an historical understanding of how it came to be. Since this view of learning is a personal one, I give here its personal origins. (The mathematical treatment of this presentation is sheer pretension. As pretentious as was my mentor’s, Wittenstein, in his Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus.)

1.  I was born a Roman Catholic

2.  I grew up a fanatic Roman Catholic.

2.1  Only God was real.

2.2  That God was outside me.

2.3  The way to my God lay in strict obedience to the Ten Commandments.

3.  At the age of 24, I lost my “faith.”

4.  I turned to the faith of “reason,” instead.

4.1  My God was now “truth,” Absolute Truth ((Certainty))

4.2  This God was also Outside me.

4.3  And the Way to this God of Truth lay in strict obedience to the canons of scientific methodology, i.e., clarity; discrimination; analysis; inference, both deductive and inductive; argument, as the synthesis of all the above. ((Argument: “logical,” i.e., “correct,” i.e., “good,” i.e., “sane,” i.e., HUMAN behavior.))

4.3.1  “Methodology, “within the philosophical tradition, is equated with “learning.”

4.3.2  “Learning,” within this same tradition, means “progress in knowledge.”

4.3.3  And “progress in knowledge” means “closer and closer approximation to the “truth,” Absolute Truth. ((Certainty.))  Most philosophers nowadays, believe in the God of Truth, but few of them anymore believe that we can talk about this god, absolutely. Instead, they cop out, and talk about “probability of truth,” “statistical truth,” and so on.

5.  I asked, with Hume, only several years ago: how will I know that I know the Truth, even if I do find it?

6.  I discovered, to my surprise, that Hume was right: that not only did I not know the answer to this question, but that knowing the answer was “logically impossible” anyway. That therefore, “truth,” was, intellectually, an impossible goal.

7.  I became, therefore, a “skeptic.”

7.1  (Skepticism is, it has always been, a radical therefore esoteric and forbidden doctrine within traditional philosophy. But my teacher was a skeptic, and I identified with my teacher. Therefore, at one level, the intellectual level, I was actually proud to be a skeptic.)

8.  But even though Absolute Truth was theoretically impossible for me, it was, nonetheless, emotionally necessary: I needed to know the Truth, i.e., I needed intellectual certainty, i.e., I needed emotional security. — Without it, I would die.

9.  I became, therefore, a “cynic,” as well as a “skeptic.”

9.1  [Cynicism and Idealism, as intellectual concepts, are polarities, i.e., “opposites” of one another. As with all intellectual opposites, they are also emotional contradictions, and as such, they create one another, they require one another in order to exist: they, therefore, paralyze. Both are goal-oriented; each of them is a different response to goal-orientation. Young idealists turn into old cynics. Cynicism is merely disillusioned idealism, or: cynicism is the attitude that results from the ascription of a negative value to the same pattern to which an idealist will ascribe a positive value.]

10. For several years, this contradiction within my (intellectual) mind, within my (emotional) body, this contradiction between my mind and my body — this contradiction which repressed my body and thereby guaranteed that onlymy mind was me — this contradiction was not recognized on a conscious level, but it had its effect nonetheless.

11.  Gradually, over a period of several months, my entire world began to disintegrate, its ground rotting out from under my feet.

12.  Soon, I was labeled “crazy.”

13.  This period lasted about five months. During it, what was Outside became what was Inside, and what was Inside was also Out. I, simply, couldn’t tell the difference anymore: I was the world; and the world was me. Was my world, mine, my dream of it.

This way of experiencing the world showed itself “symptomatically”:

13.1  I lost the power of semantically stable, coherent, i.e., rule-governed speech.

13.2  And the power of socially stable, predictable, i.e., role-governed behavior.

13.3  I heard voices.

13.4  I saw visions.

13.5  I left my body, many times.

13.6  I operated with “senses” other than those I was supposed to have.

13.7  I “knew,” often, what would happen before it did.

13.8  I “sensed” the presence of another person from any distance.

13.9  I found, time and time again, books opened to exactly the page I needed — often without knowing why I needed it, and often, even, without knowing what the words on it even meant.

  1. During this period, I was also “working,” only this time, not because somebody else told me to, or told me how to, but because unless I did it, I would die.

I was learning:

14.1  To dig for my intellectual assumptions.

14.2  To discover endless receding layers of them.

14.3  To see that and how my ideas paralleled my emotions, each of them, exactly.

14.4  To see that and how my ideas and my emotions formed a sort of unitary fabric, a psychic structure, or “space,” from within which my scientific methodology played with words as mere pawns in the grand game of debate.

  1. The function of this structure, I discovered, was to hide myself from myself; was to hide myself from others.

16.  (From another person’s point-of-view, I had lost my senses, I had lost my common-sense. From my own point-of-view, or rather, from a new “sense” of a small, chaotic and fragile trust in myself, in the process I was undergoing, — I “knew,” somehow, that I had become alienated from my common-sense in order to learn how to see that common-sense. (To learn how to see something as a whole, is to become progressively detached from it. One can’t see the Outside from the Inside.)

17.  I am not so “crazy” now, but I am still working!

18.  My work is to learn how both to see common-sense and how to live within it (when necessary), — simultaneously.

19. I have, now, a view of learning which is not that of “scientific methodology.”

((Thus, there is no way for me, to “objectively,” i.e., scientifically, “measure” learning — grades, credits, transcripts, courses, projects, field-trips, degrees, all of this, all of it, within my view of learning, offers nothing but “stability,” and should not then, be viewed as an index of achievement of any kind.))

20.  For this learning is not goal-oriented towards Truth or any other God.

21.  My truth, my god, are now inside me.

22.  Learning, real learning, is, for me, the continual recognition (and, as a natural, i.e., unforced, unplanned consequence of recognition, the continual stripping away) of pretension.

•  The pretension of my (false) “self.”

•  The pretension of my (rule-governed) “language.”

•   The pretension of my (role-governed) “behavior.”

23.  Most people fear losing any of these pretensions. They assume/feel that what I call pretension is “reality” — and that reality is as our society has declared itself to us to be: the reality of our common-sense. As I say, I want to learn how to see common-sense; for to see it, is to see through it, down to the place where we are all one: human community is not necessarily based on rules and roles. Indeed, it never is; it only pretends to be.

24.  Thus, for me, there is nothing to be gained by “learning,” nothing at all. No Truth, no Way towards it.

25.  Which is why, for me, there’s nothing to lose.




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Not One, but Three Big Distractions from the Possibly Climactic Political Drama

As if Furious Florence, now degraded to a Cat 1 storm, but even so, still threatening to unleash the poisons from east coast nuclear facilities and/or hog swamps, if that horrific prospect weren’t enough to knock off the collective radar — out of sight, out of mind, “NOTHING TO SEE HERE” — the possible political, cultural, social infrastructure climax of what is claimed to be a carefully thought out plan in the works for years, if not decades, and to which “timing is everything,” see yesterday’s post —

Martin Geddes, on the “tech and media omnicapolypse”: “BUCKLE UP! THE STORM IS NEAR.”

—then, wouldn’t you know! — of course we are now subjected to two more head-swiveling stories, each of them possibly huge and yet unexplained. Even a “consistent” MSM narrative is missing on these. All we have is questions. For example, with the one that sprang up yesterday, the so-called gas explosions in three acjacent Massachusetts towns —



— check how the map of these locations does appear to come eerily close to the map of known pedophile operations there:

And yet, apparently, this strange and possibly momentous event has caused very few injuries and no one has died! Hmmm. . . These facts have raised the curiosity level of Corey Lynn, my favorite new citizen investigator, of

P.S. She doesn’t think it has anything to do with pedophilia. However, she’s already discovered that the the landscape of this event is huge, and started, according to her, way back in June. If you are not on twitter, then do get on it, at least for her posts.

Then, there’s the story, which has been gathering steam over the past week, of the Sunspot Observatory in New Mexico, which closed and has been or is being circled by Black Hawk helicopters. Oooo . . . scary, and you can imagine the kinds of theories being instantly trotted out to “explain” this event.

FBI mum about closing of solar observatory; conspiracy theories fill the silence

And, BTW, I saw somewhere that six more solar observatories around the world have also closed down. WTF? However, I can no longer find the link to that story. Maybe not true. Or maybe it’s been silenced. Or maybe I’m just not a good enough, patient enough sleuth.

Breathe, Ann!



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Martin Geddes, on the “tech and media omnicapolypse”: “BUCKLE UP! THE STORM IS NEAR.”

Praying medic, X22 Report, SGT Report,, and other alt sources I am intuitively drawn to all appear to be saying the same thing. It’s not just Furious Florence, folks. Even that stormy distraction won’t work. We’re on to weather wars. We know how they’re used to whip our heads in any desired direction while ruining the environment and further drumming up chaos and fear.

So either these selected pundits are all wrong, or, along with Qanon, they’re on to something. But if you don’t have time to listen to all these audios, or to read and decode Q drops, try this one post by Martin Geddes.

I subscribed to the Martin Geddes newsletter a few weeks ago. Glad I did. This essay, posted to his subscribers on 9/12/18,  is the clearest, most comprehensive, and precise overview of the entire FISAgate corruption scandal that I have yet to come across. Grateful.

and the looming tech
and media omnicapolypse

It doesn’t matter if you read this article, or believe a single word of it. History is soon going to thrust these serious matters into your face so hard that it will be difficult to focus upon anything else. But if you want some forewarning of what’s about to hit us all, please do read on.

Over the past few months a frustratingly slow legal and political process has been unfolding in Washington DC. It has exposed profound corruption and wickedness at the heart of American government. Given the absolute polarisation of public opinion, the only question is which political camp rightly stands accused of criminal wrongdoing.

The answer is no longer a question of debate, but now is a matter of established on-the-record fact, with due process having been followed throughout. The painful reality is made manifest by compelling independent evidence: the DoJ’s Inspector General first report into the FBI’s handling of the Clinton email scandal — with more to come — as well as ongoing testimonies, published documents and agency staff text messages. Whilst the picture of past events remains incomplete, it is already horrifying enough.

The Foreign Intelligence Surveillance Act (FISA) court approved multiple applications to surveil Trump associates — and by extension (via three degrees of freedom) the whole Trump leadership team. The “Russian Dossier” used for the FISA court application was paid for by the DNC, and promoted through a network of corrupt accomplices. It was supported by false testimony and forgery.

The dossier’s creation includes apparent support from the British security services and abuse of the “Five Eyes” system. This could be seen as an act of war against the US by a supposed ally. No doubt the consequences will be felt far beyond American shores. Indeed, this foreign element is crucial, since it paves the way for justice under military law.

Senior Obama era insiders have attempted a “soft coup” against the Trump administration — and failed. Many of those involved now face jail for sedition, or execution for treason. There was a very good reason why, at the confirmation hearings for the Supreme Court vacancy, Brett Kavanaugh was asked about the application of military law to US citizens acting as enemy combatants. For many coup plotters, military tribunals will be used, not civilian courts — as a recent Executive Order clarifies.

Newspaper stories were used to support the FISA court case to surveil Trump’s associates and team. These stories were themselves the product of deliberate leaks of fabricated lies. These went straight from the FBI to compromised journalists, with hundreds of documented illegal payments. Furthermore, it now appears that Obama himself worked with former AG Lynch to bypass the FISA court, making emergency surveillance orders to directly target the Trump campaign.

The past corruption goes right to the top. And this is just the beginning: the cover-up is minuscule when compared to the crookedness that is behind it.

In the very near future, President Trump is expected to declassify documents from the DoJ and FBI. This includes copies of the original FISA court applications, the communications between corrupt officials, and the currently classified 20 pages of the DoJ IG report. These will conclusively prove the plot to unseat Trump as the elected head of state.

Yes, it’s that bad, and the impact will shake American society to its core. Don’t be surprised if there are also details of assassination plans, and preparations to incite civil insurrection.

To understand the extreme measures being undertaken you need to grasp the wider context. This coup effort was the last chance of a psychopathic political establishment to save itself from total destruction. What lies behind it is a Pandora’s Box of conspiracy and institutionalised crime. This stretches back for many decades, and over the whole world, and I won’t delve into it here. Both main US parties are implicated, so it is useless to frame this in partisan terms.

DC is said to be in total panic at present, as some of the coup perpetrators rat the others out. Between now and the mid-term elections on November 6th there is inevitably going to be a tsunami of shocking revelations of unprecedented scandal. As a consequence, the Democratic party faces complete annihilation. The “swamp” isn’t just being drained, it is going to be turned into a dusty desert.

When they go down, they will take a lot of other institutions with them. Both the mainstream media and social media establishments have extremely strong ties to that corrupt political cabal. The mouthpieces of that crime cartel continue to put out endless lies and hit pieces to try to cover their tracks. This isn’t going to end well for them.

Institutions like the New York Times and CNN are in deep, deep trouble. Many of their executives face racketeering charges for committing or covering up organised crime. Assets of the security services working for the British media also pump out last-gasp propaganda to save their hides, but it isn’t working. This is going to be one hell of a ride for us all, as the “fake news” collapses under the weight of its legacy of mendacity.

The progressive and positive image of Silicon Valley is going to be shattered. Google has been providing IT infrastructure for criminal purposes; Facebook has been used for completely illegal warrantless domestic surveillance; Twitter is engaged in illegal social engineering to throw elections; and even Apple isn’t looking like it has clean hands. Netflix has crooked investors and senior board execs; nobody escapes. Don’t even ask about Amazon, it’s not good news.

Expect jail time for prominent executives. @jack, Zuck and Bezos should all look very nervous. Eric Schmidt is 100% toast in my view. Some of the FAANGs will be dismembered under antitrust law, with Google and Amazon being prime targets. It’s a balancing act between public justice, and conserving the economy and social cohesion.

What’s been going on behind closed doors looks very ugly indeed. Those doors are about to be blown off their hinges by the US military, intelligence and judicial systems working jointly together. Tech and media is right in the line of fire: their omnipocalypse awaits.

Buckle up! The storm is near.

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911: In all four “crash sites,” where were the planes? NO PLANES: EMPTY (rabbit) HOLES


The following website would take me a week to pore through, but intuitively, it already makes sense. Has always made sense. In all four cases of supposed planes hitting the two World Trade Center buildings, the ground in rural Pennsylvania, and the Pentagon, the holes made by the so-called planes were utterly incongruous. Impossible. I just couldn’t believe it. And I was stunned to notice how others did beLIEve it. How they accepted the official narrative lie, repeated over and over and over again on the MSM propaganda machine, and though in shock, suffering forever from PTSD, tried to go on with their lives, as if nothing strange had happened, nothing was wrong, so wrong, that from then on, we Americans have lived in what can only be called an alternate universe.


Speaking of empty holes, we’ve all gone down Alice’s rabbit hole, whether we realize it or not. And as long as we’re still milking the “17” theme, here’s another one to ponder:

17 of the Most Powerful Conversations and Quotes from Alice in Wonderland

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Green Acres Village, Mid-Sept: Prepping and planting fall garden

Seven out of the eight GAPV podmates met at 10:15  Monday morning to compost most of what is in the DeKist 2 front yard garden, in order to to then plant greens for the fall garden.

We decided to compost all the plants, rather than throw them, cut up, back on the garden as mulch, since most of them are now with seeds, which we may or may not want to sprout!

‘Twas a perfect morning to do this kind of work, since after the hard  rain of the weekend, the wet soil easily yielded all but the most stubborn roots. Plus, it’s fun to work as a team. Lots can get done in a very short time, and we all learn from each other and from the plants themselves — which ones come out easily, which must be shoveled out, etc.

As for learning from each other, for example, Justin learned what poison ivy looks like (there was some, and Rebecca dug it out); Nathan learned that we have some “toothache” plants (actually, I planted them at Rebecca’s request along the outside fence line a few years ago, and forgot) — he saw them while taking the wheelbarrow to get the compost, chewed on a leaf and voila, his mouth went numb!

— I learned that burdock seeds can get in my hair, not just the dogs’ hair (note the top and sides of my hair, seeds about the same color as hair! Rebecca dared me to wear this “do” downtown;)

— all sorts of other things, both on topic (planting, mulching, composting), and off: can’t remember what we talked about otherwise, but it was interesting enough that the entire experience held me spellbound for nearly two hours.

Here’s me, digging down to get the roots of a stubborn poke plant that had graced the top of a hugelkultur bed.

Before not very long, the beds were cleared, and our precious thoroughly cooked compost was laid on the new beds, in prep for planting.

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