Debunking Whiltey Strieber?

It can be said that television is a form of hypnotically inducing suggestion - the advantages of it's anesthesizing effects are undeniable for introducing repeated suggestions into the sub-conscious. When they are introduced as an underlying premise that avoids direct analysis as part of the presentation, they are even more effective hypnotic suggestions.

The same can be said of the internet, the suggestibility of an audience is increased by the proven addictive quality of the activity, creating an actual physical rut in neuronal brain paths, as well as the known biochemical cycles that accompany all addiction - most recalcitrant in those addictions that use no external substance. Such as gambling - suicide rates are highest among gamblers, not only because of the extent of despair and self recrimination that accompanies losing vast sums of money - but because breaking the addictive cycle is harder. One simply cannot remove a chemical in order to establish an immediate break in the pattern.

In addition the internet utilizes the phenomena of group think and peer pressure to insinuate ideas - and as Harlow proved in his monkey experiments - The human need to belong is a more commanding imperative sub-consciously than hunger.

As a writer, Strieber would be more sensitive to the connotations, denotations, and underlying biases in presentation. It certainly is beyond plausibility that he was unaware of the subliminal coercions - bullying that utilizes group think tactics on his site. It is for this reason the previous post stating the arbitrary application of moderation is suspect. The original subliminal suggestion of suicide was diverted by exploiting the often repeated accusation of multiple personality, this implies that there are ulterior motives, even if only for the purpose of propping up an advantageous bias.

For simply biological and psychological reasons - television and the internet are toxic environments for the human psyche. If there are ulterior motives and an intention to insinuate propaganda or misinformation, the internet is television on steroids

The fact that Dr Ross inserted an encrypted code into his book and offered it as a game to the public, plays in nicely with the seeming co-opting of the atrocity as an appealing association with intrigue and power. What appears to be the official policy on their media damage control.

The numbers codes mentioned by Ross were an attempt to trigger the desired sub-conscious response. Seemingly making short-wave transmission and the use of underground radio an essential part of training for a fully functional 'Manchurian' spy. Given the amount of money poured into the production of such a candidate, it seems likely short wave training would be included.

The reports of Manchurian sex slavery such as Candy Jone's and Cathy O'Brien's are less believable, especially given Cathy O'Brien's association with Phillips and simply because power is the most powerful aphrodisiac. Sex slavery is the most common form of slavery. But once again these tales offer an attractive method of co-opting an atrocity into the public consciousness, directed at a female audience, susceptible to the seductions of power. One need only look at the availability of women for men in positions of wealthy power, to see the exploitation of common fantasies.


It can be said that television is a form of hypnotically inducing suggestion - the advantages of it's anesthesizing effects are undeniable for introducing repeated suggestions into the sub-conscious. When they are introduced as an underlying premise that avoids direct analysis as part of the presentation, they are even more effective hypnotic suggestions.

The same can be said of the internet, the suggestibility of an audience is increased by the proven addictive quality of the activity, creating an actual physical rut in neuronal brain paths, as well as the known biochemical cycles that accompany all addiction - most recalcitrant in those addictions that use no external substance. Such as gambling - suicide rates are highest among gamblers, not only because of the extent of despair and self recrimination that accompanies losing vast sums of money - but because breaking the addictive cycle is harder. One simply cannot remove a chemical in order to establish an immediate break in the pattern.

In addition the internet utilizes the phenomena of group think and peer pressure to insinuate ideas - and as Harlow proved in his monkey experiments - The human need to belong is a more commanding imperative sub-consciously than hunger.

For simply biological and psychological reasons - television and the internet are toxic environments for the human psyche. If there are ulterior motives and an intention to insinuate propaganda or misinformation, the internet is television on steroids.

Possible subliminal insertion of images, peer pressure, combined with the phenomena of brain chemistry involved in the activity of internet usage and given the nature of the material discussed, with often unrecognizable underlying premises to whatever pedantry is being tossed - makes it highly suggestible and similar to brain washing. (Simiilar, only If it's unintentional.) All material consciously recognized or not leaves an imprint on the sub-conscious that can reverberate into consciousness.

This is a phenomena that sensitive and highly perceptive people are more vulnerable to. It can include filling in answers to projected or speculated questions or opinions that bloom into hallucination often influenced by upbringing in early childhood, the internalized voices of authority, what's known as Wernicke's commands, or default patterns in the brain - deeply entrenched since early childhood.

People once went stir crazy with more regularity, in the days when there was less awareness, fewer people, more isolation, etc. The effects of isolated internet use can be similar to stir craziness and exacerbated by drug use, (keeping in mind that doesn't only infer illegal drugs, but can encompass something as simple as alcohol, poor diet, depression or insomnia - leading to a change in brain chemistry or stasis of waves) all of which can lead to psychotic fugues and, in the case of early childhood programming, can be fatal. It appears the heady combination of power the special 'alien' abilities and knowledge present, beside the unfamiliarity of the premises from which people are attempting to draw sufficient conclusions - makes the damaging effects of internet use in vulnerable cases, that much worse.

Black Elk revised the resurrection, when he laughed and he joked. Schopenhauer lamented freedom - "A man can be himself only so long as he is alone; ... if he does not love solitude, he will not love freedom; for it is only when he is alone that he is really free." And Schiller relayed - "There's no such thing as chance; and what to us seems merest accident springs from the deepest source of destiny." A poetic tale of clearwater's departures with Frankenkitty, who toys with gargoyles guarding the gate, tiger/scorpions, flights of fancy and dangerous dreams. In light of the supreme self service of poetic pleasure: Some choice phantom of the poopy dread and wonderful things with an eye for the eighth day and the song that it sings.



***


Witch and Inquisitor

In 499 years, 8 months,
13 days, 49 minutes and 15, 14, 13, 12,
seconds -
We might once again play witch and inquisitor.
And the next time
maybe witch will
have the upper hand.

Baptized in the waters of Creation
Risking arguments with trees
dancing lightly on the winds of Thunderbirds
Blessed Be.


***


Rotting Corpse on a Peg

I've planted the huluppu tree in the jungle
huluppu tree, huluppu tree, huluppu tree.
I've ran with the seed in my hand to the jungle
and planted the huluppu tree.
Huluppu cries the serpeant is welcome,
Anzu sets her young on the branches
and Lilith may come and go as she please.
Huluppu tree, huluppu tree, huluppu tree
Enki is robbed of his treasures
they've flown to the jungle with me.


***


A Sucker Born Every Minute

Slam is angry and twice as loud,
offers succor to a drunken crowd.
Hip hop once spoke up for the meek,
Now hanging teats out for a corporate beat.
Imagism fills in color without lines,
offering challenge of an anorexic kind.
Lit dim reading rooms and coffee shops
washed-out faces holding tarot cards.
Whimsical women lithe and sweet
blandly rhyming off on the color of leaves.
Nausea and culture shock -
Pulls the chain right out of the top
of the toilet.
Reason sometimes falters and can't go on.
Padre Pio may seem all but gone.
Hunger dogging every step -
wondering how the mess isn't dead yet.
Take time out to write a line
how pride is built on falsehoods and lies -
every accomplishment
Shiny new pennies of the inquisitor's mint.
Sparked into fire with the inquisitor's flint.
Flames fed on bones and blood
bearing the weight the crimes -
Christmas, Easter, and all the time.
No sentence, no hope, no voice to tell a
crowd of well-wishers, no water, no place
nothing to live - on, or for, but, Grace.
Luckiest of lucky is a fine joke
because the house never loses
it's the children that croak.
Offer them up to the prison cells -
Scarcity of money
dwindling down from boomer wells.
Sent off to foreign war
sold into slavery as whores.
Pumping it out every night on the net
where husbands find solace from the needs of their wives.
So step right up and hedge the bets
Are you feeling lucky? - There's a long shot ahead -
Better to listen to hearts and not heads.


***


Grief
Never easy with loss, this too shall pass.

No rage for the whimper
that rises up from the chest
and expels itself on a breath
without thinking.
Just a shell that holds the rest
in, a bit of muscle, sinew, skin -
a bit of thinking how it might have been better.
House lights on a final curtain
floods the room with nothing certain
only grief.


***


Goats

Forgiveness Pretty Sunshine
was born into the world today.
Her French mother will call her Soleil
and her English father will obey.
When a scorpion is born
someone dies
and when a scorpion dies
someone is born.
Forgiveness is a Capricorn.


***


Scorpion

Bow down Gilgamesh
To the ending grain harvest -
Hewing the tree of life for Goddess
To build her cage your nest.
Bow down Enki, Dumuzi,
Bow down at Girtab -
Kiss the ground
Claw the earth
To hide there.
Buried as you buried her.
Comes now your harvest
Erishikigal's venom
without rest.


***


Shelah na Gig and the Phallus Worshipers

Julian the Giddy will guard the portal willingly
though the audience low -
Keen moon exuberance
in the dusty misbegotten
halls of the ghost of glory,
where knights fail the grail,
their eyes growing dim
as Julian's brightness grows.
Gardens and doorways
under mistletoe and marriage proposals
blessed be,
Shelah na Gig and the phallus worshipers.
Pomegranate is sweet in Hades
for spanky's giddy na gig.


***


Prisoner's of War

Wild in the forest
under a black sky
speckled with smiling lights
with a direction to abide -
You're always home.
There are no visitors
it's everyone's abode.
Lost in the forest
is lost in the soul.
A stubborn cut
congealed in place
blame always brings a blush.
Spirals and circles
incomprehensibly -
Wondering helplessly -
What's the rush?
Orphaned for meaning
from banking machines.
Paying for the privilege
to dictate and name.
Dictate directions
up, down, north, south -
upside down -
What gets put in a mouth,
when, how much
and what comes out -
What makes it talk happy
and what makes it talk sad
how much it will cost
to make it talk bad -
dictated down to the last second
ticking on the face of a clock
as if time were of the essence
it's not.


***


For what will be "The Eighth Day."


"Trolls are like butt holes, everyone has one but you can only do something about your own."

Keying "Master's" sentiment...."Forgiveness is the air we breath".....

Trolls are like butt holes,
everybody has one, but you can only do something about your own.

Though turgid the prose admittedly be
and accidental coincidences exploited by me -
Adored from afar, our beleaguered Inquisitor, always seems,
As the poor always hunger for knowledge and free.
Gargoyles are demons, who fight for heaven,
He's seen what he's seen.
Faithful at typing, on her busy keys
Our inquisitor's inquisitive friend inquires voraciously.
Nevertheless, diligent a General's strategy -
Feared and admired with the rodent is she.
Everyone likes susi
More than they don't.
A little bit of Aztec, went a long way,
a blush to make you look away.
Not unlike some of the unlucky back in the day -
Jeered, while carted in an inquisitional way.
One a little impatient with the Roccocco art;
True to sin's ancient name - never missed his Mark.
Likewise, Giddy Sheala na Gig freely guards the gates of Molloch.
An appetite for frog's legs bestowed frivolity.
Rachmaninoff and Beethoven roared to our glee.
Apologies and a flourishing bow -
To buddies cross fired in the row.
An appetite for frog's legs bestowed light hearted frock,
a frivolity never intended to mock.
Rachmaninoff and Beethoven roared to our glee.
Apologies and a flourishing bow -
To buddies cross fired in the row.
Unintentional uprising,
As though the Heavens had seen,
Repatriation of Geronimo's bones,
from a drunk white man's dream.
Nymph indulgences were delightful
from the greened ones' crisp, white clean.
Never perfect - unfailingly ambrosial.
Thanks, as always, to the Master of Life
also known as the thief.

Blessed Be.


[edit on 29-4-2007 by clearwater]

[edit on 5-9-2010 by alien]

He seems like NOTHING but a good man to me. A good man who is gifted with an amazing imagination and writing ability.

I do not care if he speaks of my reality or his experience or lack there of.

I have no need to debunk him. I will never really know until it happens or does not to me anyway.

Happy for you, that you didn't divorce a Securitate war criminal

and get murdered for trying to expose the slave trade in Ottawa


because Professor Marvel needs a fake heart miracle.


They are shooting the good doctors. They will shoot the good cops, recognize

heaped in falsified PhD's C'avlov's


vast web of lies is hard to replicate, because he molested Cockney French's infant.

www.createforum.com...

[edit on 16-8-2010 by Pandora boxy]

Whitley has nothing to debunk as far as I'm concerned. If you look into his past writings and now treat his work seriously, who has the real mental issues.

Any time dollar signs are involved, the "is this real" test stops there.

Over 2 out of 3 pages of rambling crap to get to this point, jeeez....

When a person with PTSD and OCD is flanked and blindsided by dogpilers on the net

it might take them a little while, in their shocked dissociated surgical assault scene

to figure out the cops of ottawa are slave trading st ch'atty's child sex slavery as family

and policing celestial treasury privilege's cribbage cuzi party


because they are sexist misogynist wife batterers, criminals in a brown shirt on a psych profile

and they like Ceausecu's misogynist mass murder dribble


not deconstruction on the net of his fake heart miracle for

Canada


Western world's worst slave trader


because the cops and doctors believe every word Ceausescu's exiled securitate says


like it was WS's alien experiences

www.createforum.com...

Ceausescu's slave trade in Canada is making the Taliban rich

SECURITY MONITOR: US MILITARY BUILD-UP BOLSTERING TALIBAN
www.guardian.co.uk...

No that would be Ottawa's police

and Lepine over at the private money monster bin


they're woman hating cowards

[edit on 16-8-2010 by Pandora boxy]