lightningBugout wrote:From pg. 2
Then it is done. And big surprise - there is no Q/A. Which strikes me as very strange but in retrospect, completely obvious. Of course they weren't going to allow questions. What the hell was I thinking?
When I went to see David Icke speak in Seattle back in 2003, I was also prepared with questions, which he never asked for at the end of his five or six hour presentation. I wanted to ask about the story Paul Krassner told in his book Murder at the Conspiracy Convention, where someone tried to assassinate Mr. Icke. The story is included near the end of the following excerpts from the chapter on Conspiracy Con 2001.
(published in 2002)
Murder at the Conspiracy Convention
by Paul Krassner
pgs. 276-322
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Now on Memorial Day weekend, I was catching a flight to San Jose. I was headed for Conspiracy Con 2001, a convention featuring the prophets of the sinister. Of course, the word “Con” might well be an unintentionally accurate description of the presenters, as compared to conspiracy reachers who would not be there, such as Peter Dale Scott, Jon Rappoport, Martin Lee, John Judge.
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...there were over 500 [attendees], including 40 percent from out of state and 10 percent from other countries, including Canada, England, Australia, Denmark, Austria and Ireland. Also taking place at the Santa Clara Convention Center that same weekend as Conspiracy Con was the Charismatic Catholic Convention. Dueling religions, together again.
The Mae Brussell Connection
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The Cathy O’Brien Connection
The leadoff speaker at Conspiracy Con was Cathy O’Brien, who claimed to be a victim of the CIA’s MK-Ultra child-sex-slave program, Project Monarch. She was introduced by her husband, Mark Phillips, as “the love of my life.” Phillips claims that, having worked for the CIA, where he learned hypnosis, and for a Department of Defense subcontractor with exposure to mind-control research, he was able to rescue O’Brien, deprogram her and collaborate on their book, Trance-Formation of America.
“There is not on person in this audience,” he exhorts, “that could not be legally experimented on, killed or financially destroyed.”
He has the bearing, the cadence and the pompadour of a dramatically pious televangelist. He oozes with practiced integrity. In contrast, Cathy O’Brien has the demeanor of a guileless, bleached-blond check-out cashier in a small-town supermarket who sends money every week to her favorite televangelist. She speaks with a certain tremor in her voice.
“Mind control,” she warns, “is the most important issue facing humanity today.”
She reveals her relationship with Gerald Ford, who was “very much interested in mind control, so the local Michigan Mafia child pornography ring was actually sanctioned, and they could target children like myself who were so horribly abused that they would be used in child pornography. When my father was caught sending this pornography through the mail, Gerald Ford approached and told him that he could receive immunity from prosecution if he would sell me into the project. My father eagerly agreed. He was so happy that the government actually condoned child abuse that he went on to have five more children to raise for the project, so there were seven of us in all. He was never prosecuted and remains free for reasons of national security.”
At the age of 13, she met the man “who would become my owner” –Senator Robert Byrd. In Trance Formation, she describes their first meeting:
“I undressed and climbed into his bed as ordered. I was momentarily relieved to find that his penis was abnormally tiny– so small it didn’t even hurt! And I could breathe with it in my mouth! Then he began to indulge himself in his brutal perversions.
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When she finished her presentation, Mark Phillips returned to the stage. “We ask you respectfully,” he said, “to please allow us to provide you with”–that is, to sell–“our book and share it with someone you love. It’s a horrible book...probably the most incredible validated story that is going to soon be a major theme in maybe more than one motion picture and a TV documentary series. After all these years, Cathy and I believe that this is our last year.”
And therein lies the paradox of this convention. All the speakers totally distrust the controlled mainstream media, yet they all sense imminent triumph, believing that they and their messages will soon be vindicated by those very same controlled mainstream media.
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The Michael Aquino Connection
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So who is this Aquino guy? According to Cathy, “In the early 1980s, my base programming was instilled at Fort Campbell, Kentucky, by U.S. Army Lt. Colonel Michael Aquino. He holds a top-secret clearance in the Defense Intelligence Agency’s Psychological Warfare Division (PSYOP). He is a professed neo-Nazi, the founder of the Himmler-inspired satanic Temple of Set and has been charged with child ritual and sexual abuse at the Presidio Day Care in San Francisco. But like my father, Aquino remains ‘above the law’ while he continues to traumatize and program CIA-destined young minds in a quest to reportedly create the ‘superior race’ of Project Monarch mind-controlled slaves.”
I contacted Aquino, who retired in 1994, and he responded:
“Not only was I never stationed at Fort Campbell at anytime through-out my entire Army career, but I’ve never even visited that particular post, on- or off-duty. I have never had any contact at anytime, anyplace, anywhere with Cathy O’Brien. I have never programmed sex slaves for the government or anyone else. I have never participated in any form of child abuse whatever.”
What does he think her motivation is?
“I can only assume that O’Brien is either a crank or simply an unethical individual who seeks money, notoriety and/or publicity by inventing sensationalistic lies. Her book is strewn with sex accusations no just about myself, but concerning a parade of high government officials, celebrities and country music stars. I haven’t sued O’Brien for libel for the simple reason that her book is clearly in the lunatic fringe, and to take legal notice of it would only give it a dignity it doesn’t deserve. I presume that the other public figures libeled by it haven’t sued her either for the same reason.
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I asked Aquino, “Do you think that Cathy O’Brien and Mark Phillips utilized you in the book [published in 1995] because the Presidio case would give their accusations a patina of verisimilitude?”
“Well, I think that’s obvious,” he replied. “After the highly publicized and sensationalized attack on my wife and myself at the Presidio, all sorts of nutcases tossed my name around in whatever their fantasy of the moment. The combination (high-ranking Army officer, intelligence officer, Special Forces officer, PSYOP officer, #2 official of the Church of Satan 1970-75+, etc.) was just too juicy.
“As for the Presidio affair, following the publication of the ‘recovered memories of Satanic Ritual Abuse’ book Michelle Remembers in 1980, the United States and other Anglo-American countries went through a decade of ‘Satanic Ritual Abuse’ scares and witch-hunts. After the 1984 McMartin Preschool became internationally publicized in one such scare, day-care facilities generally became targets of ‘Satanic Ritual Abuse’ witch-hunts.
“The epidemic extended to U.S. military services as well, including 15 U.S. Army day-care centers and elementary schools by 1987. In late 1986 it was the turn of the Presidio. The San Francisco Police investigated, verified that my wife and I had been 3000 miles away in Washington D.C.–where I was on duty every single day [the alleged victim] was at the day-care center September 1st to October 31st, 1986– and closed the case with no charges accordingly.
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The Mark Phillips Connection
Although I believe that Trance Formation of America is an elaborate hoax and Michael Aquino thinks it’s in the lunatic fringe, conspiracy researcher Robert Sterling perceives a more devious motivation. In Apocalypse Culture II, edited by Adam Parfey, Sterling writes:
“Effective disinformation is never an absolute lie. The purpose of disinformation is to confuse truth and validity, and to do so, boldfaced lies are rarely convincing. Effective disinformation mixes truth and deception to obfuscate the two. The closer the disinformation approaches truth, the more damning it becomes. Then all the disinformation, even the legitimate parts, discredits targeted research and ideas.
“At the time of the release of Trance Formation, there was a growing awareness in the conspiracy subculture of intelligence agency involvement in satanic ritual abuse. Literature on the subject was reaching a critical mass where it could not be ignored. Would intelligence agencies devote resources to counteract such information? Not only is it possible, it almost certainly has occurred.
“The CIA, even with an officially acknowledged history of abusing people through mind-control experiments (the most famous being MK-Ultra), certainly has a vested interest in denying such operations exist, especially when the operations are as insidious as sexually abusing children. And supposing that [the] tales are part of a CIA disinformation campaign, it would make sense that some names on the list would actually include guilty participants. After all, what better place to hide the truth than out in the open, knowing full well it won’t be believed.”
Sterling posted a review of O’Brien’s book by Jaye Beldo on his Web site, The Konformist:
Linked to previously HERE.
Mark Phillips was not too thrilled with this review, and he wrote to Beldo:
Also Linked above HERE
Konformist editor Sterling wrote to Phillips: (Located at the same Link as the Phillips to Beldo letter.)
The “Brice” he refers to is Brice Taylor, author of the first competitor of Trance Formation published in 1999–Thanks for the Memories: The Memoirs of Bob Hope’s and Henry Kissinger’s Mind-Controlled Slave– in which se asserts that Walt Disney raped her on Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride; that she had sex with all three Kennedy brothers plus JFK, Jr. When he was 12; and that she has cavorted with public figures ranging from Prince Charles to Alan Greenspan, from Elvis Presley to Neil Diamond, from Johnny Carson to Ed McMahon. Hi-yo!
Sterling observes that, “After suffering horrible torture and abuse at the hands of countless famous politicians and celebrities, both O’Brien and Taylor declare of being spoken to by Jesus Christ, whose glorious powers healed them of all trauma, and left them immune to further manipulation. At the time of her ‘memory recovery,’ Brice was corralled and influenced by Christian fundamentalists, who convinced her that her previous life was the prelude for an afterlife in Hell. It should be obvious that the New World Order sex slave genre is nothing more than thinly veiled porn disguised as parapolitics.”
Sterling told me that Cathy and Mark’s book has “sold over 20,000 copies. Their following is heavily right wing Christians and patriot groups, and if you hang out with either sector you’ll eventually hear some pro-Trance-Formation-of-America sentiments. Not surprising– part of the book’s thesis is that mind control is part of the New World Order plot.”
Also published in 1999 was Paperclip Dolls by Annie McKenna, and in 2001, A Nation Betrayed: The Chilling True Story of Secret Cold War Experiments Performed on Our Children and Other Innocent People by Carol Rutz, who...
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The predecessor of this whole nonliterary genre was The Control of Candy Jones, published in 1976. Jones was a highly successful model supposedly transformed into a CIA Manchurian Candidate. The book was ghostwritten by her husband, carnival hypnotist and late-night radio talk show host “Long John” Nebel. His friend, stage magician and psychic debunker James “The Amazing” Randi, told me that Nebel made up the entire book because he needed money. When I mentioned this to Walter Bowart, author of Operation Mind Control, he insisted that Randi himself was an intelligence agent. Amazing, indeed.
The Extraterrestrial Connection
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The Mind Control Connection
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The Cattle Mutilation Connection
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The Toxic Religion Connection
(Jordan Maxwell)
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The Duck Breast Connection
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The Charismatic Catholic Connection
(Horowitz)
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The Chem-trails Connection
(William Thomas)
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The Reptillian Connection
If there is a star of this show, it’s David Icke (rhymes with like). Author of And the Truth Shall Set You Free, he’s a dynamic performer, somewhat pot-bellied, with longish yellow hair. His presentation is about the secret manipulation of the human race, going back thousands of years, revealing how the same interbreeding bloodlines continue to control positions of power today, and he ardently shares suppressed information on humanity’s ancient extraterrestrial origins. Thus he offers an alternative explanation of our existence that transcends creationism and evolution alike.
All that, and he puts his underwear on backwards too. With his whimsical British accent, he confides to the audience: “A little while ago, I’m thinking I’ll empty me bladder before I speak, so I’m fiddling and I can’t make contact, and then I realize I put me underpants on the wrong way around. I didn’t know whether I was coming or going.”
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If Icke was delivering a vague pep talk, the next day he would enter specific domains of strangeness.
“I know I’m okay today, because I’ve got my underpants on the right way around,” he began. “A few years ago, I met a scientist who joined the CIA as a youngster, serving his country. He is a genius in the area of magnetics. When he started to work for the CIA in these secret projects, he realized that they didn’t want his knowledge to serve humanity, they wanted to create technology that would help to control the mass of the population, and he rebelled against it and said, ‘I’m not doing this anymore.’
“He started to tell me a story and, as he did, he was opening his shirt. One day he left home and he started missing time. Doesn’t remember anything about it. But he does remember waking up on a medical-type bench, and as he got his faculties back he realized there was something stuck to his chest. As he opened his shirt, I could see like a see-through shampoo sachet on his chest with and orange-gold liquid inside it.
“And he said that what they’d done was manipulate his body to need this drug to survive, and if he doesn’t get it, then he starts to die what is apparently a very long and painful death. And this patch (which is what they call them on the inside) with the drug has to be replaced every 72 hours, and if he doesn’t serve an agenda that sickens him, then it’s not replaced.
“He told me about a microchip now so small it can be inserted in a vaccination program through a hypodermic needle. Even those who thought the microchip was coming along as a tagging device have not realized that it’s not just about keeping a tag on where people are. It’s not actually the signals going from the chip to the computer we should be concerned about, but the signals coming the other way to the chip, because the technology exists, outside the public arena and increasingly in it, which can manipulate human emotion and thought processes externally once one of these guys is inside. If people say no to one thing, say no to the microchip.”
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“Other researchers, concentrating on the reptilian thing for a long time, say that in some way they basically go around to different places, just raping the resources, and then move on. Then there’s the one about the fact that in some way a lot of these beings were almost imprisoned, in a vibrational prison, like they can’t get out of it by going up because they can’t vibrationally get there in their present state of being. And their only way out of that level is to come into a lower level of vibration, into this dense physical world, and operate through that. But I understand Cathy saying it’s only a mind-control thing.”
From the gospel according to Cathy O’Brien:
“When Bill and Bob Bennett together sexually assaulted my daughter Kelly and me at the Bohemian Grove in 1986, I had already known Bill Bennett as a mind-control programmer for some time. He apparently found perverse pleasure in whipping me. With my wrists bruised and my body stinging with pain, Bennett lit up a cigarette and cryptically asked, ‘Was that your first cum-union with an alien?’
“[On another occasion] deep underground in NASA’s Goddard Space Flight Center mind-control lab near D.C., Bill Bennett began preparing me for the program. NASA uses various CIA designer drugs to chemically alter the brain and create exactly the mindset required at the time. I could barely crawl up onto the cold, metal lab table as the drug took effect. In the darkness surrounding me, I could hear Bill Bennett talking. ‘My brother Bob and I work as one unit. We are alien to this dimension–two beings from another plane.’
“The high-tech light display swirling around me convinced me I was transforming dimensions with them. A laser of light hit the black wall in front of me, which seemed to explode into a panoramic view of a White House cocktail party–as though I had transformed dimensions and stood amongst them. Not recognizing anyone, I frantically asked, ‘Who are these people?’
“‘They’re not people, and this isn’t a space ship,’ Bennett said. As he spoke, the holographic scene changed ever so slightly until the people appeared to be lizard-like aliens. ‘Welcome to the second level of the underground. This level is a mere reflection of the first, an alien dimension. We are from a transdimensional plane that spans and encompasses all dimensions. I have taken you through my dimension as a means of establishing stronger holds on your mind than the earth’s plane permits. Being alien, I simply make my thoughts your thoughts by projecting them into your mind. My thoughts are your thoughts.’ If this were so, why did he have to audibly tell me?”
Aha! A touch of skepticism from Cathy. And yet part of me still hopes that was all true, if only because of Bill Bennett’s maxim about the Gary Condit affair: “Hypocrisy is better than no values at all.”
The Paul Krassner Connection
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Now I was having a flashback to 1972 when I experienced a paranoid freak-out from information overload. During that psychotic episode, I was positive that all the so-called Nielsen TV-rating families really consisted entirely of experts in behavior modification drawn from the 642 Nazis imported to the U.S. after World War II under Project Paperclip. And I broke up with a girlfriend because I somehow convinced myself that the FBI had sent her to spy on me. She asked if we could at least have a dialogue, but that only made me more suspicious.
I met a new girlfriend and seriously asked if there was a microphone in her cat’s flea collar. I totally believed in the possibility at that moment, but she thought I was just being my usual funny self. Twenty years later, I would read in an article by Harrison Salisbury in Penthouse: “The CIA wired a cat to eavesdrop on conversations. Micro sensing devices were installed in its body, and its tail was wired as an aerial. But it was hit by a car before it got into action.” One person’s paranoia is another person’s vision of the future.
I’ve also been the recipient of other people’s paranoia. In July 1981, New Solidarity, official organ of Lyndon LaRouche’s reactionary U.S. Labor Party, published a dossier on me:
“In the early 1950s, Paul Krassner was recruited to the stable of pornographers and ‘social satirists’ created and directed by British Intelligence’s chief brainwashing facility, the Tavistock Institute, to deride and destroy laws and institutions of morality and human decency. Among Krassner’s circle of Tavistock iconoclasts, peddling smut in the name of humor and ‘creative expression,’ were Lenny Bruce, the drug addict comedian who died of a heroin overdose in the early 1960s; ‘literary’ pornographer William Burroughs; Norman Mailer, whose plea of insanity saved him from conviction on charges of attempted manslaughter against his wife; and homosexual versifier Allen Ginzburg. Krassner’s recruitment to Tavistock’s psychological shock-troupe was facilitated by his intense childhood and adolescent masturbatory fixation....”
On the other hand, was I now losing my religion? Had I forsaken the unholy trinity–the Federal Reserve Bank, the Council on Foreign Relations and the Trilateral Commission? How could I distinguish truth from lies any more if truth was cross-fertilized with greed, the need for attention, false memory, speculation, fantasy, self-delusion and intentional propaganda?
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I had felt a familiar wave of paranoia come over me at the conspiracy convention. Was I having a relapse of my 1972 freak-out? Did the anti-virus software honcho hackers finally find out that I knew they were behind the computer-virus outbreaks like some kind of electronic protection racket? Had there been a microchip in my forced flu vaccination? Was I myself a Manchurian candidate?
But...Tavistock...Tavistock...I just couldn’t seem to remember anything about ever having been brainwashed at the Tavistock Institute. They must’ve programmed it right out of my consciousness.
The Mad Scientist Connection
Downstairs at the convention center, the Charismatic Catholics are singing joyfully: “I will call upon the Lord/Who is worthy to be praised/So shall I be saved from my enemies...”
Upstairs at Conspiracy Con, there is a final panel with questions from the audience.
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Icke adds:
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“‘I’m doing dangerous things, but I keep on going, I’m sure they’re gonna do this to me if I keep on.’ They will get the consequences, and others who are just doing it won’t. And because we create our own reality, what we allow into our field of possibility can manifest. If it doesn’t come in, it cannot manifest. I don’t worry about defending myself.”
Suddenly, as if on cue, an agitated man brandishing a pistol stalks out from the backstage area. Shouting, “The China card will be played big,” he aims his gun at Icke, who sits there calmly while the other panelists all duck under the table. As single shot rings out. Panic fills the air, and screams emanate from the audience. But it’s the would-be assassin, not Icke who is the one that falls to the ground. The panel discussion has ended, and the auditorium is cleared.
I show my press credentials to the security guard hovering over the man, who is bleeding fiercely, and they allow me to stay. When a paramedic unbuttons the man’s shirt, I can’t help but notice that on his chest, just a couple of inches from the gaping wound, there is a patch with an orange-gold liquid inside it. The paramedic pats it gently and says, “What the hell is this?” The man is able only to whisper, “He blew my goddam cover.” Then he gasps for breath, and dies.
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I kept asking myself, “Who shot the mad scientist? And why?” I felt like a poker player who’s been dealt a hand of all blank cards.
Finally an epiphany came, and I knew exactly what I had to do. I made three calls, then when down to the bar to find David Icke. We selected a corner table, I took out my cell phone, dialed my own number, and when the answering machine started, I dialed the code to get my messages, and handed the phone to Icke. This is what he heard:
“Hi, this is Paul, calling myself. I’ve already left a message on Nancy’s answering machine, asking her to save this tape in case anything happens to me. About the shooting that took place here, my contact in the CIA has informed me that it was a Company job. They killed David Icke’s friend before he could kill Icke. But why would they be protecting Icke? You’d think that they’d want him dead because he knows too much. Unless he happens to be on of them and they need him to continue spreading disinformation. So, now that this precaution has been taken, I will go and confront Icke.”
He laughed.
“Nice try,” he said. “First of all, don’t worry, nothing’s going to happen to you. But keep that tape as a souvenir, by all means. You’re right about one thing, though. I am protected by the CIA. Not because I’m one of them, but because I’m not one of them. If they wanted me dead, they could kill me anytime they wanted. But they know I’m not spreading disinformation. You have to understand, these guys work strictly on a need-to-know basis. So it’s not that I know too much, it’s that they don’t know enoudh.
“Because, if an individual agent knows too much, he may not do what he’s been assigned to do. He must have a given order to do something, but if he knows that the end result is that somebody’s going to be blown up 12 miles away–and all he’s supposed to do is deliver an envelope–he may start thinking about it. So, various agents read my books and check my Web site and show up wherever I speak. It’s a safety valve for them, on how far things are going.”
“Are you saying that the intelligence community has allowed you to function precisely because you know more than any of them?”
“Exactly...”
The Last Connection
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Back home, the marketing of conspiracy was on a roll. “Majestic,” an interactive computer game revolving around a conspiracy involving corporate intrigue, was available. For $10 a month, tens of thousands of online players would receive screaming phone calls at midnight, faxes, anonymous e-mails and instant messages from mysterious informers directing them to research strange alien conspiracies and nefarious government activities. [“Majestic” was suspended on September 12, 2001.]
I received a call from Andy Klein, a producer of The Conspiracy Zone, a new TV show featuring debates about cover-ups, ranging from Freemasons to bar codes to Hollow Earth.
“The frightening thing,” he observed, “is that life is so random. At least there’s something comforting about conspiracies.”
He was calling me for recommendations on who might be appropriate to appear on programs about the fix behind professional sports and the fix behind the election of George W. Bush. [The latter topic was discarded after 9/11.]
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Here is a LINK to another take on the same convention from Trash City, and it says nothing about the incident with the "mad scientist" getting shot.
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