Greg Carlwood of The Higherside Chats has asked me to clarify that the user GenXGemini who posted on his forums about performing magickal OWLS rituals on Tracy is Jamie and not his best friend Kyle.
Tracy named Kyle in her video as one of the people threatening her. She said Kyle called her, laughed maniacally and told her she was Mercury and had to be tortured and that she needed to kill herself. I have no reason to doubt that this call from Kyle to Tracy happened as she described, as I believe Tracy was very serious in this video.
At 13:15 in Tracy’s video she says she thought GenXGemini may be Kyle, or friends with Kyle, because he had information about her she thought only Kyle would have known.
I said around the 40 minute mark of my interview with Nathan that “I believe” GenXGemini on the THC forums was Kyle. It turns out my belief was incorrect, according to Greg who knows Kyle but claims he does not know Jamie at all.
Greg has given me permission to publish my communications with him. I don’t know this guy or how implicated he or his best friend are in any of these events, but as you can see from the above screenshots it is a fact that his web site was used to do spells on Tracy and publish threats against her. Greg seems to be trying to shift the blame towards me rather than wanting to get to the bottom of Tracy’s death. Make of that what you will.
He says “his fucking picture and signature are right there”, but it is a blank avatar. Clicking it does not reveal the information Greg claims it does.
I note that out of about 40,000 views on Tracy’s video and 13,000 on Greg’s, and a combined total of about 600 comments, Greg is the only one upset that I published Tracy’s video – and even he claims just that I released it “too soon”.
Here’s the Elon Musk quote I referred to:
[Update July 17 2019 8:00am]
I believe this is Tracy’s last public statement, she called into the RX Only Picture Show on July 1. She sounds like she is going through a very difficult time, she even says “hope it ends soon”. She gets overwhelming love and support from the chat.
In CryptoBeast #19 Chip Wood claimed that he created the Grateful Dead in 1963 in Fountain Valley School in Colorado Springs, where he was a student with Bob Weir and John Perry Barlow, as a psyop to prevent global thermonuclear war.
In this episode I present some of my own research into the Grateful Dead, the Merry Pranksters, and Stanford’s “Bohemian Quarter”, Perry Lane.
I recorded this before Easter but have experienced computer problems like never before trying to edit it and get it out on YouTube. The best way I could describe the issues would be “jamming”. Large chunks of files would go missing, uploads and render jobs would continually fail 80% of the way through, or Final Cut would just crash. It may be that my aging iMac doesn’t have the juice to render HD files from my new webcam and with my different background.
For some reason today it finally all worked – except for some weird audio and video gremlins. My computer today is just the same as yesterday and a week ago, so what changed? Today New Zealand’s entire military/intelligence apparatus is focused on Prince William’s visit to the two Christchurch mosques. Ding that coincidence meter again.
Please download and share the video just in case They are trying to shut it down.
Here’s the previous episode in which Chalmers Wood, Jr shared his story of the true origins of the Grateful Dead.
Citations, References, Further Research
Steve Outtrim, Joe Atwill, Hans Utter, Jan Irvin – special presentation on the 50th anniversary of the Human Be-In and the Summer of Love
Afterward, Kerry came out and told us, among other, more important things, about how he discovered the Fillmore West and the Dead when he came to SF after Viet Nam, and how the Dead have remained a big part of his life ever since. As soon as he said it, a woman just behind me screamed out, “Yeaaaah!!!!” I turn around expecting a hippy chick who got in, like me, on a miracle ticket. I see a 60 year old, perfectly coiffed woman in a $2,000 gown, looking every inch a CEO, with a huge grin on face, shaking her fists in the air. Every one around me is grinning, too. A couple of high-buck, gray-beard lawyers in front of me start up the chant: “Go Johnny! Be Good!” And you know, I started to believe he will be.
LaROUCHE: He was pro-Nazi.(Carl Jung) He was an occultist, satanic cultism. I don’t know if he went as far as (Aleister) Crowley did in identifying Satan, but it was the same structure. Allen Dulles(C.I.A. director) was very close to this crowd personally. As to what was going on in Allen’s mind at this time I don’t fully know. But then you get the MK-ULTRA operation.
60 Greatest Conspiracies: The mind control operation?
LaROUCHE: That was an Allen Dulles period operation which was run together with the occult types in British intelligence, such as Aldous Huxley. And also Gregory Bateson who created, for example, the Grateful Dead out of an MK-ULTRA operation at the Palo Alto Veteran’s Hospital where he was supervising. The first United States-grown rock group of that type, the Grateful Dead, was generated as a British intelligence operation by the Occult Bureau of Huxley and bateson out of the Palo Alto Veteran’s Hospital where they were doing LSD and related experiments.
60 Greatest Conspiracies: Why would British intelligence want to put out a rock roup?
LaROUCHE: Well, this is part of the Satanism business. Call it the counterculture. Call it the Dionysius model of the counterculture. Rock is essentially a revival of the ancient Dionysic, Bacchic rituals. Lots of people or long periods of time in that kind of particular rhythmic ritual which was probably struck upon empirically many thousands of years ago for this type of cult. It does have a relationship to the Alpha rhythms of the brain. It does produce these sorts of states. If combined with a little alcohol and more, shall we say, mood shaping substances, with youth, with funny sex, this does produce a profound change of a countercultural type.
Another word for it: New Age. the longer term: age of Aquarius. People were experimenting with various utopian models, constructing small groups experimentally which were considered New Age types. How to create experimental types that might survive the aftermath of a general nuclear war.
60 Greatest Conspiracies: Was this whole trend continued after Dulles’ departure?
LaROUCHE: He was not the controlling factor. I wouldn’t make him the evil black widow spider. He was part of it. The operation goes way back. But in the United States this particular operation goes to about 1938. The Nazis were operating in the 1930s out of Hollywood and elsewhere with an occult astrology racket kind of intelligence operation.
At that point the Huxley operation out there which is already established, the marijuana operation and so forth in the 1930s, was already hooked up. 1963 I would say was a watershed year for explosion of this thing, around the LSD, Beatles proliferation. And then you have another one in recent years where explicit Satanism has really exploded. -clarson, firstname.lastname@example.org
This is quite an incredible story, and I’d like to sincerely thank Chip for choosing my channel to break it on.
Please contribute to Chip’s GoFundMe, which will help him finish and publish his book.
Let us know what you think in the comments, and any questions you want me to ask Chip in the next interview. Diehard Deadheads may be outraged to learn their favorite band is a psyop, others who have followed the research of myself, Dave McGowan, Joe Atwill, Jan Irvin and many others before us may not find the material such a shock.
Previous show with Robert and Joe discussing John Perry Barlow and Timothy Leary:
Included in this post is some of Chip’s writing and photos. At the end I will add some more from my own research collection. I have purchased the Fountain Valley School yearbooks for 1963 and 1964 and can confirm that Barlow, Weir, and Chip Wood all appear together in the 1963 yearbook.
Three months after “Chip” is created, when he is the size of a three inch banana and his “eye buds” are forming, his mother tries to commit suicide. The rest of his gestation is “distressed” and he is born premature with his left eye points up & to the extreme left. (strabismus) His unpleasant mother is greatly disturbed, and cried that Chip is a spawn of Satan sent to ruin her comfortable and wealthy diplomatic life. But Chip’s father, a young super star diplomat in the Marshall Plan, gives Chip his love, and takes him to London for many dangerous eye operations. They play “Light & Dark” baby games together, and become very close with a near-psychic ability to communicate. His father tells him a million times: “You may have a bad eye, but your brain is just fine!” Chip believes his father, and soon teaches himself how to build flying model airplanes by self-education.
When leaving Brussels for Manila during the Hukbalahap Rebellion there, Chip’s father is afraid the Europeans will believe America will forget Europe and their great dream to change into a war-free European Union. To assuage their leaders of these fears at his farewell garden party, Chips father persuades him to play Mannequin Piss on a pedestal to everyone’s amusement. It is Chip’s diplomatic debut.
After contracting Polio in Manila, Chip’s family moves to McLean, Virginia, and live in a wonderful house surrounded rolling and beautifully forested hills west of Washington. It becomes Chip’s magic Garden of Eden. When he is nine, in August, 1957, he saves his father’s career by persuading a Vietnamese leader to return to a South East Treaty Organization party in their family home. The leader had become outraged, and demanded the conference immediately end. Nobody could bring the leader “back” to the gathering, and Chips father was faced with becoming “the man who lost Vietnam”, a career killer. Then Chip does a weird rotating left eye trick he had taught himself, and leads the leader back to the party. The next morning Eisenhower hears at his breakfast CIA briefing that “Foreign Service Officer Ben Wood’s retarded son saved the conference with his magic left eye.” Chips family moves to Vietnam where they eventually learn America will soon go to war, lose, and try to use nukes at the end. Chip decides to become a low-profile anthropologist, teacher, and private diplomat.
One day his first girlfriend suddenly tells him: “OMG, Chip, you are actually smart!” He believes her, and becomes smarter. In May, 1963, Chip creates the logos, name, business & artistic properties for what becomes the band “The Grateful Dead, and entrusts into the hands of Robert hall Weir who later, with Chip’s brother, totally betrays Chip’s interests. In 1966, Chip takes a Topology IQ test and scopes over 160. Chip’s father’s career, he had been Kennedy’s Vietnam adviser, is, after Dallas, destroyed by Johnson. Chip’s acceptance to U. Colorado vaporizes, and he must enter the Army for the war in Vietnam.
While training in Georgia, Chip meets Hamilton Jordan, and creates for him a plan to make his boss Jimmy president so he can start a Mid East Peace process, recognize China, and win a Nobel. Chip becomes an outstanding military leader, and a decorated combat veteran Green Beret “A” Team Commander. Just before leaving Vietnam, Chip creates a plan for a fellow Black Panther Green Beret from Chicago to go home, and create a champion black basketball player that speaks good English, then a champion black golfer that speaks better English then the golf commentators, and then America’s first black President. It works.
Back in America, chaos reigns. Chip races Motocross, then enters a yoga monastery. Chip’s father is murdered by interests controlling the revenues of the Grateful Dead Band, and Chip is threatened with murder by Phil Lesh. Chip moves to Nanjing to teach English, and improve Chinese/American relations, and becomes famous there. etc, Etc, ETC !
July 2, 1991, Page 00018The New York Times Archives
Chalmers Benedict Wood, a retired Foreign Service officer who served as an adviser to the South Vietnamese Government, died on Thursday at the Medical Center of Princeton, N.J. He was 73 years old and lived in Princeton.
He died of a brain hemorrhage, the funeral home said.
Mr. Wood, a 1940 graduate of Harvard College, joined the Foreign Service in 1947 after serving in the Army Air Force from 1940 to 1945. He was stationed in Brussels and Manila before going to Washington to serve as the State Department’s officer for Greece.
In 1957, he was named second secretary at the United States Embassy in Saigon and from 1959 to 1963 was in charge of Vietnamese affairs at the State Department. From 1964 to 1966 he served as first secretary in London and the next year directed the Cyprus office at the State Department.
Mr. Wood was then senior adviser for Binh Dinh province in Vietnam from 1967 to 1969. He returned to the State Department in 1970 with the office of Philippine affairs and from 1971 to 1974 served in the American Embassy in Wellington, New Zealand, as deputy chief of mission and charge d’affaires. Then he became a consultant on energy research and development.
He is survived by his wife, Patricia; two sons, Ramsay and Chalmers, and two daughters, Felicity and Penelope.
Chip’s brother Ramsay was also connected to the Harvard Psychedelic Project in the days of Timothy Leary and Henry Murray (OSS), which was involved in several of the 149 different subprojects of the joint British-US MKULTRA operation. Ramsay lives in London and is a Sufi priest. It is interesting that his Wikipedia page talks quite a bit about Lawrence Lessig, who was a close friend of John Perry Barlow. They were involved in setting up Harvard’s Berkman Klein Center for Internet and Society. Barlow talks about Lessig in his memoir, and even Chip gets a brief mention.
Included, “Ben’s Bacon” re how I got the GD gig later. After that SEATO gathering, all sorts of folks came down to my basement model airplane shop to talk “mutual” shops. One was Major General Edward G. Lansdale, my “Uncle ED”, life mentor from Manila in 1950, and later Director Eilliam Egan Colby, “Uncle Bill”, whom I met in Saigon in 1958.
Also included “Ed & Maya” re how I profiled the right Asian American virgin nerd-girl to design the wall. Ed found her, and she did very VERY GOOD. And with about 140,000,000 having visited and shed tears there, they might be interested in my yarn. We shall see. Thanks for your interest.
With daughters. The girls are all right!
PERSONAL BACKGROUND. 1947-1963:
Because my arguing gold-diggging Mom traumatically near-killed herself and me when I was three months insider her just as my eye-buds were forming, I was born walleyed, and thought retarded.
As an infant I went under the knife for deadly frightening eye operations in London during which I thought I was dying. Then I would wake up in post op blind with both eyes heavily bandaged, drugged to the nines, and Dad holding my hands gently singing old sea shanties: “In Dublin’s fair city, where the girls are so pretty, I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone…” We became very close even though I couldn’t yet even talk.
After my operational frights, and I could see again, I became a silent, unhappy, and autistic. So clever Dad took me to a Marshall Plan funded classical music concert for wounded WWII vets.
We were just three rows back center, the orchestra almost in touching distance. The first two pieces were somber yet growing, and Dad showed me how to wave my arms about as was the conductor. I responded, the only child there. Dad must have made a donation or something beforehand because the conductor and orchestra would occasionally look at me, smile, and a few even waved baby style. I was mesmerized, standing in my seat, and happily became interactive with them. Near by folks were amused. The band was deeply involved emotionally with the entire audience, the wounded, halt, lame, dispirited, homeless, all, and were playing their hearts out for us. Then Dad, grinning very big, shook me like a rag doll me with a big “AH-HA!” gesture, and the orchestra launched into Beethoven’s Fifth.
I was thunder and lightning struck to the depth of my bones for life. Words fail: I was a pre-verbal child. But the adult phrase “exploding in a supernova of reborn from the dead by love of life” are reasonable. When we were all leaving after the last of many concert hall shaking encores, many were crying determined to rebuild worn torn Europe immediately, and make our world a better place. Me crying too, and Dad took me home to bed where I dreamed infant dreams of God only know what all. So is it any wonder what I first sketched when designing the logos for the band Dad gave me permission to create in May, 1963?
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Ben’s Bacon DRAFT
August, 1957, my childhood drew
to a close. Dad was asked by Ike and both Dulles brothers, one running the
Central Intelligence Agency, and the other the Department of State, to go to
little Vietnam on the other side of our world and stop a looming war there. Dad
was to try to avoid that potential fiasco because many nations and the Vatican feared
such it could lead to a disastrous global thermonuclear conflict. He was to
develop trusting liaisons with South Vietnam’s President Diem, and committed back
channels communications with Ho Chi Minh in North Vietnam as Roosevelt had during
World War Two when “Uncle Ho” had fought with us against the Japanese, and
saved our pilots shot down in the jungles.
Such was Dad’s bacon and eggs.
He had become quietly loved throughout Europe during the Marshall Plan as a super
star young diplomat able to charm birds off trees, slide fat envelopes of his
own cash over or under a table in two shakes of a lamb tail, and solve a vexing
Cold War problem to the East by the third shake. We as a family had all joined
into the passion of that amazing era. We were enchanted as most everyone there
was amid the shocking ashes of World War Two which still smelled of death, and
the still reverberating echoes of the Hiroshima and Nagasaki nuclear bomb
episodes in Japan. All of us were determined “to make our world into a better and
Dad’s dream was to be appointed
our American Ambassador to Paris, as had been his friend and mentor David K.
Bruce*. That was Dad’s bacon. That he spoke fluent French
was his eggs, and that he had majored in European History back in the old days
at Harvard before serving in Europe in WWII, was his hot morning coffee. Dad
Prior to his departure, a large
delegation of powerful Vietnamese and their wives came to Washington for a
crucial South East Asia Treaty Organization conference. But for two frustrating
weeks it had become a difficult and unhappy gathering in the steaming summer
Washington heat. So, for a little holiday, the delegates and their wives were
invited by Dad out of their secret bolt hole hotels, and into our home to
relax, refresh themselves in our cool and rolling forested hills west of
Washington, and personally get to know “A Real American Family!” They were
After the Secret Service had
inspected our home for dangers etc, and radioed to the police our home was
“safe”, the Vietnamese delegates arrived in a long procession of black
government sedans. It was my job to take the wives up to my room, and show them
all the little things that made up the life of a real live American boy. That
had long been my designated junior diplomatic family job: Charmer Chip.
The slender wives, the very
cream of Vietnam’s womanhood, dressed in their long and colorful traditional
diaphanously svelte Vietnam Ào Dài dresses, were for stunned ten year old me
the most charming and beautiful creatures ever to walk this earth. So after all
the introductions on our front porch, I lead them upstairs to my bedroom, sat
them all on my bed, and made my best junior diplomatic welcoming speech: “Dear Ladies
of Vietnam, welcome into my family home, and my American life. Please ask me
ANY question you wish. Please! Do not be shy! I am here with you, and at your
service! Those are my favorite pictures. There is Davey Crocket and his famous
long rifle ‘Betsy’, that’s a B-52 taking off with JATO rocket assist, that’s a romantic
castle in Scotland…” And so it went, the hidden switch on my reading light, my study
desk and Potomac school books, my short wave radio for listening to anywhere in
the world, through the clothes in my dresser and closet, and so on through
everything, which they examined as if detective and scientists. They “Oood,
Ahhed”, chattered among themselves, and the Leading Lady asked their questions,
such as which was my favorite book, and could they please see my shoes? By the
time I had shown them everything
right down to the toothbrushs in my bathroom, and I had answered all their
questions, we were never to be forgotten friends for life.
So I took them to our kitchen
for their coup de grâce*: a just carefully made,
perfectly salted, buttered, touch of sugar southern styled whipped to fluffy
cream steaming bowl of mashed potatoes. Our very American made General Electric
Triple Whip Maschine Oder Ehrfurcht Und Wunder was whipping the creamed potatoes threateningly as
I quickly dipped my practiced finger in between the whirling blades for a hot
dollop of deliciousness to my mouth, and motioned for them to do the same.
It was our calculated family
kitchen-trick with guests: frighten them a little, then delight them. It would
be a little memory they would take home to Vietnam, and tell friends about. The
wives were genuinely frightened, shrinking back in alarm. They had never in
their lives seen such a dangerous kitchen machine whipping away like a brazen
gallon-sized dragon of unforgivingly hard white and chromium American steel.
Naturally, I stepped boldly up to the menacing monster as Almighty God Zeus
would to slay another lady-killing Dragon, reached up my manly United States
arm, and switched it off.
The wives hands darted up to
cover their mouths, hiding their gasps of relief. So I turned it on again, took
the Leading wife’s dainty hand, guided it up to the switch, and made her turn it off. Pink rushed to her
cheeks, always a good sign with females, and she tittered like a Nightingale in
After much chatter, we all dipped
in for a mutual nibble, looked all around at each other, raised our dolloping
fingers to our mouths, and tasted together as one. Their eyes grew large,
squeals of delight blossomed all-round, and our mutual amities were forever
thereafter engraved upon the Harmonies of Heaven’s Mandate. Then they rushed
out to drag in strict order their husbands, and school them about their next
family American made acquisition. [Vietnamese
wives have more in-family power than most Westerners realize. For example, the
legend of Cinderella’s Magic Fairy God Mother came from Vietnam to the West via
night time fireside travel stories along China’s Silk Road. Centuries later during
our foolish war there, I was always peculiarly lucky as if by the Magic of a
secret Fairy Godmother.]
Ahhh, Diplomacy when it is right
and good! A while later everyone was gathered on our north porch overlooking
the majestic Potomac River far below. Cocktails, drinks, refreshments, or
snacks were in all hands. The mood shifted, became more optimistic, and the
possibility the conference could succeed seemed in reach. Everyone was smiling,
a few laughing lightly, the clink of glasses touching steady, Dad was pleased,
and I so proud of him. Up in the forest around our home a breeze stirred the
leaves in the treetops as murmurings and whisperings in the blue sky’s
Suddenly, the large Vietnamese
political “Great Leader” became outraged because of a misunderstanding, and
demanded the whole conference come to an end immediately. He stalked out to the
edge of our lawn, turned his back on everyone, and folder up his arms in anger.
This was a diplomatic disaster for Dad because he would be blamed for “loosing
Vietnam” for the rest of his diplomatic career! Dad and several others went out
to ask the leader to please return to the conference, but he refused. Dad and I
were very close, and I could see he was worried, and even frightened. I had never
seen that before!
It shocked me deeply! Dad was my
greatest hero. I couldn’t understand it. So I went to him. He was walking
hurriedly back and forth in our living room inside from our porch where
everyone was standing in rigid silence. He was looking as I had never seen
before. I stood in trembling alarm waiting for him to recognize me.
Surprisingly quickly, he suddenly stopped, and looked at me. “Yes Chip?” he
asked. “May I try?” He looked at me as if I was an alien just blasted in from the
Alpha Centauri star system. Then he suddenly laughed, threw up his arms, and said, “Well, EVERYTHING
else has failed! So why not? Certainly Chip. You go try!”
And thus I embarked upon my
first solo international diplomatic escapade! I knew I had three diplomatic
weapons no one else there had. (1.) I was ten years old, and I knew from long
family experience it is foolish, and even politically dangerous for any big
leader to abuse a charming child in front of wives and witnesses. (2.) I had
heard stories about the prisoners of war in Asia recounting: if you sang, and
acted crazy doing interesting and weird things with your body, an Asian might
wonder whether you were possessed by The Divine, and treat you well. And (3.)
quite secret, I could do a trick with my eyes that shocked adults, and made my
friends roll on the floor with laughter. I had become frustrated with my birth-defective
left eye. When tired, my left eye would wander up and away to my left, and I
would be teased mercilessly: “Hey wall-eyed retard!” So after weeks of practice in front
of a mirror, I had taught myself to keep my right eye still while moving my
left eye in circles. Like the Devil’s evil magic, I could look into your eyes
with my right eye, and at the same time make my left eye go around and around
in big circles! I had once played the trick to a mean old aunt of a primitive
religion, and she had jumped back, and squeaked in horror: “Get thee away from
me Satan!” Then she had run away. It was so cool!
So I ran down to my basement
workshop, got my best model airplane glider, ran out to him with it, and
launched it so it floated by right in front of him. He glanced at me, grunted,
and looked away embarrassed. He had never been buttonholed by an American kid when
angry, and he knew danger when he saw it. I attacked again, launching my
airplane right by him. “Wouldn’t you like to fly my airplane with me?” I
persisted in my most charming and musical voice.
He looked at me, so as quick as I could in
order to hold his attention, I started explained the rudiment of aviation. “You
see Sir, I made this glider myself from Balsa wood and glue. This tail-plane
area is twenty three percent of the wing area, the wing has a nine to one
span-to-cord ratio with eight degrees of dihedral for stability, and the
plane’s balance point is forty percent back from the leading edge, which I can
adjust with play-clay here on the nose”. I pointed at it. “Because balance is a
key to controlled flight, just like Confucius said: balance is very important!
Isn’t it just SO interesting!?”
His eyes widened slightly, and
he looked at me with sufficient surprise to forget his anger. We looked deep
into each other’s eyes for two heartbeats, and before he could remember his
anger and look away, I stepped closer, looked harder into his eyes, and said:
“Dear Sir, won’t you PLEASE come
back to my father’s party? It’s for you!”
I put a worried look on my face. “If you don’t come back Sir, my father will
lose his job, and then we won’t be able to afford the expensive surgical
operation I need…” And, keeping my right eye glued between his eyes, I
started making my left eye go around in the biggest circles I could. “…and then I won’t be able to go to a good
school, and get the education I need to be a great diplomat like you and my
father! Please Sir?”
He instantly drew in his breath
with an “Oh!” of shock as he stepped back from me. Quick as I could, I stepped
forward again, grabbed him politely by his wrist like a policeman slapping
cuffs on a perp, and pulled. “Please?!!” And he came! So I took
his big hand in mine, and lead him back up to our porch as a wayward lamb, back
where eyes swelled, mouths fell agape, his giggling twinkling-eyed wife tittered
anew, whispered wagers on my gambit were won and lost, and Dad rushed forward
to receive him.
I hurried away as if busy with
other family chores. I knew that would create the best diplomatic impression
because it would give everyone the freedom to say all sorts of wonderful things
about me they wouldn’t say if I stayed for their praise. And, it made it
impossible for the Great Leader to get angry when it to dawned on him he had
been bamboozled by a ten year old retard.
That evening Dad admitted I had
“…done good”, and winked at me. Saving Ben’s Bacon had been fun, and that night
I dreamed of him our Ambassador in Paris. I later heard, though it was probably
just another amusing Washington DC cocktail story, that the next morning, just
as President Eisenhower was sipping his steaming hot breakfast coffee, his
morning CIA briefing officer told him, timing his words carefully, exactly how
the conference had been saved, and a possible global thermonuclear war averted
by the spin of “Foreign Service Officer Ben Wood’s son Chip, and His Magic Left
Eyeball”, and the President of the United States of America, the most powerful
man in the world, spilled hot coffee all over his lap.
1. A deathblow delivered to end the misery of
a mortally wounded soldier.
2. A finishing stroke, or decisive
Uncle Ed & The
Girl at Yale
by Chalmers Wood 3/18
It started when I was a
kid reading Confucius. His thinking seemed more advanced in the long term than
our zero sum Roman Empire based stuff. Rome had fallen. The English Empire was
teetering. Dad and I discussed it at length. We were extremely close, our
mutual love and trust beyond doubt. Dad introduced me to Edward G. Lansdale
about ‘51 in Manila when I was five. Before Ed came to our home for dinner, Dad
said he was unhappy because someone back in Washington had made trouble for
him. I was the family charmer. Dad asked me: “Chip, can you please make Ed feel
good again about America?”
well. Ed was a genuine American hero. Soon he was bouncing me on his knee,
blowing great harmonica, and telling fantastic stories about Jap Lieutenant Hiroo Onoda up in the hills still fighting WWII. Ed was a
great subtle win/win Confucian Christian American guy with music. “Uncle Ed”! He’d
squelched the Hukbalahap Rebellion
two days before its getgo because he spent a lot of time out humping the bush
making real friends among all comers while not abusing their young women etc.
So the locals had told him what was going down.
Then some wannabee back in Washington boasted about Ed’s secret Huk
exploits with names, and they were
soon murdered back out in the Philippine’s bush. I could feel he’d been somehow
wronged when we first met. Something bad. Later when I heard all, it cautioned
me about American field service, and going private became a thought. We are a
culturally young & mixed nation, with only about 11% the time learning by
directly experience re national cultural developments compared to old China. It
tells. To my thinking: learning by direct experience often beats book learning,
and both is best.
While in Vietnam (’68-’69) as a Special Forces Lieutenant, my de
facto job was (a.) planning with both Vietnams their obvious eventual
unification, their developmental
future entry into world trade, creating domestic and foreign reserves, and the so
on get rich stuff. That went with extreme subtly, while (b.) I went about more openly
under the cover and security of Uncle Bill Colby’s killer Phoenix Program while
(c.) appearing to be a normal psyops guy, Ed’s specialty. [I had met “Uncle Bill” William E. Colby in
old Saigon in ’58] That sounds unusual, but I’d known the Viets for a decade, and
they knew me from childhood, especially the elite wives, and they had more direct power in their families than any
American ever knew. In fact, the Cinderella and her Fairy God Mother folk tale
came from Vietnam to Europe by fireside stories carried along China’s bygone
The only danger for me came from American Army officers trying to
use me in some hopeless WWII based scheme, which were countless in that utterly
different war. Late in my tour I chatted with a Black Panther Special Forces
NCO from Chicago, and persuaded him America needed a Black President. For amusements
I scootered around up in the hills on a trusty little Honda 90 in black pajamas:
to light to pop road mines, and to local looking to worry about getting shot
the Viet Cong. A few of my Special Forces buddies were outraged, but I just didn’t
care. We would soon lose in Vietnam, at which point it could go thermonuclear
worldwide. I met with friendly Viets all about, we usually had tea together,
and I always promised to return when all was over. “Would you like your
children to go to American Universities?” Piece of cake with the Viets back
A decade later I was in NYC when quietly slipped a train ticket
to Washington to meet a taxi. The taxi drove me to the Viet Vet Memorial design
competition where I was received as a VIP without explanation, and ushered through
a look see. Then to McLean, Virginia, told to go in a home’s front door, and
there sat Uncle Ed in his easy chair apologizing about “The girl.” “What girl?” “The girl in Phu Tuc, the one
you turned down.” “That girl?!” “Yes. The next guy disappeared, and spent four
years a POW. We got him home with ruined feet. Sorry ‘bout that. Teaches down
at NC State now” “Oh.”
The plan had been for me to be the White King of the Radé and
Jaré Montagnard mountain tribes with the village chief’s exquisitely eager
fourteen year old darkmoon-eyed butterscotch-skinned daughter my Princess, and I
was to lead them all out to defeating dastardly evil communizzm worldwide. Ed
had been screwed into it by higher ups in the Johnson administration. [Johnson
had destroyed Dad’s diplomatic career for briefing Ike and Jack we could not
win in Vietnam, studiously ignored Ed’s sage advice, my University Colo acceptance
and hoped for career had vanished, and into the Army to war I was ushered.] We
chatted for a while about old times. Charming Ole Uncle Ed! He was The Man. Then
“What did you think of the entries?” “They are all horrible,
bitter, blaming, self-centered, even hateful. They will all only just rub more
salt in the wound, every last one of them.”
long silence “What do you think
we should do?” I was shocked. That was a
huge national question of global political import. I subsided back in my chair,
and stared up at the blank ceiling, dazed and abstracted… Slowly it came…
…“Well, we are not able to heal the wound… we are just too immature a culture to
understand how to do it… It must come from an older and more experienced
culture… Not quite Europe… Too many
foolish wars… Asia… China…
Yes China… The wiser birthings of new dynasties after catastrophic failures…
An educated Chinese family that has experienced utter defeat, and recovered
well… A Chinese American family that
lost everything in the ’49 revolution, came here, and has done well… With a daughter that became their new dream
of hope for their family future… A girl of pure heart, a virgin who naturally knows
she is the new hope of family, and IS that quite happily… naturally, deeply, instinctively… who
studies Art, Architecture, Symbolism, Legends, History, Philosophy… An undistractedly kind female nerd… Not West
Coast.. Not central… East Coast…
Highly educated… Not Harvard, to
big, rich, corrupt… No… Yale… Yes Yale…
Architecture school, The Yale Architecture School Ed… Look There!… You find her Ed!” Suddenly I was angry. “Just get her down on
site like a normal class assignment, no fuss no muss… like turning loose a young deer into a
park… Then leave her alone… Wait till she comes back on her own… And she will!… Help her Ed, maybe without her even knowing
it”… I stood up exhausted and irate. We
stared into each other’s eyes. His jaw loosened slightly, eyes widening. We
understood each other. We were Old Hands, and I was HOT: “She’ll know what to do Ed, Because We Sure
As Hell Don’t!”
We lost 58,000 American, and 3,000,000 Vietnamese friends in
that unwise war. It could have exploded into a global thermonuclear war as the
Cuban Missile Crisis almost had save exactly
one (1) Russian submariner. We looked at each other silently. Old Hands. I went
out the door to the waiting taxi, back to NYC, and that was that.
Did The Job
Ed & Maya Lin!
& Uncle Bill Attending
Thank You Commander Vasili Alexandrovich
Hands Ed died in ’78, Dad in ‘91, Bill in ’96, and Vasili in ‘98
Joe, Vahid and I have more in common than decades in the tech industry: we have all recently been accused of being CIA agents by Jan Irvin. We talk about this and the wider problem in the alt-media of “everyone’s a shill” serving the divide-and-conquer agenda, which takes the focus away from real research.
In this post we will be going through some of the connections around people who have been pushing Q – including a surprising link to Russia. The post is much shorter than Part 1; if there are any updates I will put them at the end.
Q has not posted since the infamous WeAreChange “Defango is Q” interview. Has the operation now officially been shut down? Were Defango & his LARP co-conspirators sent out to “jump on the grenade” and provide a plausibly deniable cover story?
49% is a pretty low score for a YouTube interview. Most people are not buying Defango, Dreamcatcher and Microchip’s claim that they are LARPers and trolls and Q was all a LARP – although I think everyone is pretty much unanimously in agreement that they are LARPers and trolls.
WeAreChange talked Q some more in their video today on their main channel (starts around 53:00)
They say “Discord logs can’t be Photoshopped”, but at the same time they admit they don’t know anything about it. There are plenty of ways to create fake videos. Unirock’s frame-by-frame analysis completely proves these LARPers are LARPing.
WeAreChange’s insistence that they got the story right (with no evidence) even in the face of widespread backlash (with evidence) is indicative of what I believe is really going on here. Certain people have been ordered to shut this thing down, any way they can – reputations, truth and investigative journalism be damned.
Anon vs Anon
Anonymous seem a little pissed that Q is taking over their “Anon” tag. They launched #OpQanon last August to take the rival Anon down just as it was garnering massive mainstream media attention. A month after this operation began Defango, Dreamcatcher, Microchip and Posobiec launched their Discord hoax video. This was claimed as “bombshell proof” that Q was a LARP. It did nothing to slow down the #QAnon movement’s momentum, and Q continued as before.
This week (Jan 20 2019) Anonymous (Construct*) released a new Anti-Q video. They have been out to get QAnon since August 2018, when they launched #OpQAnon.
[* I have been contacted by someone claiming to have knowledge of Anonymous who says that the Anonymous Construct video does not come from the #Anonymous collective. Read into that what you will – Ed.]
It is interesting that “Candice Lanier” (not her real name) who wrote the widely-quoted article when OpQanon was launched runs a private intelligence firm and was doxxed by Anonymous for being an informant in 2017.
Yet she is still writing on their behalf a year later. This is the problem with the Anonymous collective, how do you know that it is just innocent socially-minded “white hat” hackers behind it and not Intel Agents and FBI informants and other #govLARPers?
Here’s the latest #AntiQ video:
Rather than being “the nail in the coffin” that it claims, this new video is basically a complete repeat of the Jack Posobiec “muh Discord” story from last September.
Posobiec admits to a career in Naval Intelligence; so does his fellow Zionist former Trump insider Steve Bannon. More on him later.
In June 2017, 4 months before the Q operation kicked off on 4chan, and a month before Defango went to DEFCON 25, Posobiec tweeted from CIA Headquarters:
Posobiec has deleted this tweet, which in itself is very telling. It reveals that he is almost certainly CIA himself, since they are giving him summer reading assignments at headquarters. Also note that he says “campaign reading” . There were no US elections in the summer of 2017, so he is talking about a different sort of campaign. A psychological warfare operation, perhaps? One being planned by anti-Clinton right wing factions of the intelligence community?
The book Posobiec was ordered by the CIA to read is by far-right Russian Aleksandr Dugin, who has been called “Putin’s brain”. This particular book translates in English to Foundations of Geopolitics. It is the ideological foundation of the new military command of Russia.
Aleksandr Dugin has been called “Putin’s favorite philosopher” and “Putin’s brain”. He is against the globalists and the international elite/New World Order cabal.
Like Trump, Dugin has been on InfoWars, several times. Jack Posobiec and Mike Cernovich are more like reporters for InfoWars than frequent guests. They often file field reports and conduct interviews. Posobiec is also a host on the right wing One America News Network.
These are the media figures who’ve been speaking about Q, whether good, bad, or both. Alex Jones, Jerome Corsi, Jack Posobiec, Lionel Nation, Jason Bermas – Zionists. Right-wing, pro-Trump, anti-globalist. For some reason they started promoting Q around the same time and then turned on it or walked away from it around the same time. They’ve been trying ever since to shut it down.
Putin’s Puppet Master
If you’ve seen Adam Curtis’ brilliant documentary HyperNormalisation you might be familiar with this “Tornado of Chaos” idea. Dugin and the young Chechyen Vladislav Surkov (“Putin’s Puppet Master”) have come up with an innovative guerilla strategy for information warfare.
Vladislav Surkov came from a theatrical background. He is one of the most important figures of the 21st century, and has been instrumental in Putin’s transformation of Russia over the last 2 decades.
“what he did is take avant garde ideas from the theater and bring them to the heart of politics.
Surkov’s aim was not just to manipulate people but to go deeper; to play with and undermine their very perception of the world, so they’re never sure what is really happening….
Surkov turned Russian politics into a bewildering, constantly changing piece of theater”
Hypernormalisation by Adam Curtis
Are you starting to see some similarities here to the #QAnon operation? It’s a weapon in the alt-right’s arsenal in the Info War. It’s bewildering, it’s constantly changing, it tugs on the heart strings. There’s enough “real” evidence in there to make those who follow it the most believe it could be real…even though Q themself says “Disinfo is necessary”. This is a key point: Q followers will believe Q even though Q says they are sometimes providing deliberately false information.
Q detractors seize on this and say “therefore the whole thing must be untrue”, but I do not think this is correct. Many “Q proofs” have been given now to establish a degree of credibility to a (theoretically) anonymous poster.
This brief excerpt from Hypernormalization conveys the essence of this strategy.
“Political technologists” were the key figures keeping Putin in power. Is that who we are dealing with here? Is this a reasonable term to use to describe Defango, James Brower, Justin McConney?
Watch the whole Hypernomalisation documentary when you get a chance, it’s brilliant and the late, great John Perry Barlow is in it.
“What they had done was turn politics into a strange theater, where no-one knew what was true and what was fake any longer”
This reminds me of the quote from CIA Director William Casey who said:
“We’ll know our disinformation program is complete when everything the American public believes is false”
It’s right there in black and white. Reagan asked Casey “what is your goal for the CIA” and that was his answer. Total disinformation. [Source: Barbara Honegger]
The government runs psychological operations to sow disinformation. The #FakeNews media is part of their transmission system. This is seen as a method of non-violent population control.
The Obama Administration gave us the “Smith-Mundt Modernization Act of 2012”, which made it legal to use every weapon in the military cyber-arsenal on the American people, including social media and “direct or indirect means of communication”. One indirect means of communication is subliminal messaging; who knows what else that insidious term encompasses.
Qaos And The LARP of War
Trump is a master of Sun Tzu’s the Art of War. His own book being called Art of the Deal is an homage to this.
Psyops are all about winning the hearts and minds, without fighting.
The point of the Q operation is to engage the base who were chanting “Lock Her Up” at Trump’s rallies (that is, most Trump supporters) and keep morale up while the Trump team battles the Mueller probe and the Inspector General, DOJ and FBI investigations into the Clintons go on in secret, with multiple grand juries empaneled. There are now more than 74,000 sealed indictments.
Just because a bunch of military intelligence people do a psychological operation, doesn’t mean it’s a military intelligence psychological operation…right? This is a question I’ve asked about Burning Man also.
In this case there appears to be an intersection between the Council for National Policy, John Birch Society, InfoWars, QAnon, Cicada 3301, Defango’s (McConney’s?) troll team, and the US intelligence community. Are Secret Societies involved as well?
Discordians sow chaos. Alex Jones is a Discordian, and linked to the Council on National Policy and the John Birch Society. David Livingstone shared some great information about that in our interview for CryptoBeast 14:
Discordian Disinfo Defango?
Defango has been a political operative for many years. All these people are political operatives, but few of them play both sides.
Here is Defango a week after the launch of Q saying that “it is another part of the Cicada 3301 group’s plan for the future”. Remember the future…
Defango again, 3 weeks after #QAnon was launched saying that Q was part of Cicada and promoting #FollowTheWhiteRabbit
Why, when Q launched, did Defango devote so much time to attributing it to Cicada 3301 – if all along it was just a LARP cooked up by him, Dreamcatcher and Microchip?
Is this an honest person, dedicated to spreading the truth? Or a chaos magician working in 5D: Doubt, Distrust, Deceit, Discord, Disinformation?
Roger Stone was formerly Jerome Corsi’s friend, now they have had a public falling out over the Mueller probe. Corsi is suing Mueller for $350 million with Larry Klayman, another frequent InfoWars guest.
The NXIVM case is one example of indictments that were formally sealed, which cause bombshells when unsealed. How can a case involving billionaires, politicians, and at least half a dozen stunning Hollywood actresses involved in child sex trafficking get almost no media attention? This case is a great example of why an operation like #QAnon is needed for the White Hats behind Trump to bypass the Deep State controlled Mockingbird media.
Jerome Corsi claims to have been bullied into ratting out Stone out to save himself. Now he’s suing the Special Counsel Robert Mueller for $100 million with an extra $250 million thrown in for punitive damages.
Roger Stone has been tweeting back and forth with the President about this, so he is surely feeling pretty good about the prospects of a presidential “get out of jail free” card in the event he does get convicted of anything.
The Power Behind The Alt-Right
So how could Q gain access to insider information? The common assumption is it’s one person. #AntiQ think this disproves the operation because how could one whistleblower avoid all the intelligence agencies during a massive crackdown against leaking?
I think it is more likely that Q is connected to a group. A powerful political bloc that includes people from the military and intelligence agencies.
Right before the election (October 4, 2016), intelligence operations specialist Dr Steve Pieczenik showed his face, the first time in more than 14 years of being a regular InfoWars contributor. He did so to tell us that Trump was recruited by white hats in military/intelligence.
Alex Jones has previously revealed that he was recruited by this group also.
If this group could recruit Trump and Alex Jones, and Trump is doing Q signs in the air in his rallies and the whole InfoWars team are talking about Q, is it really such a stretch to think this group could be connected to Q?
Qouncil For National Policy
Members of the John Birch Society founded the Council for National Policy, financed primarily by Nelson Bunker Hunt (shortly after he and his brothers failed in their attempt to corner the silver market).
InfoWars Washington DC Bureau Chief Jerome Corsi is a member of the Council for National Policy – along with Steve Bannon, the Mercers, the Kochs, the Princes, the DeVos’s and Kellyanne Conway.
Other names include: Richard Mellon Scaife, Jack Abramoff, Tom Delay, Trent Lott, Jesse Helms, Dr. D. James Kennedy, Dr. James Dobson, Pat Robertson, Jerry Falwell, Reverend Moon, Oliver North, Tim and Bev LaHaye (end times novels), Coors family, Du Pont family, Reed Irvine, Grover Norquist, Edward Teller (father of Atomic Bomb).
Erik Prince, founder of mercenary company Blackwater and brother of Trump’s Secretary of Education Betsy DeVos, was one of the important early figures in kicking off the #PizzaGate operation that was built on top of the WikiLeaks revelations of John Podesta emails. Jerome Corsi and Roger Stone both deny having access to those emails before they were published; #YMMV.
Prince’s “NYPD is ready to make arrests” message that went out on Steve Bannon and the Mercers’ Breitbart News two days before the election on November 4, 2016 is remarkably similar to the narrative that Q came out with a year later.
Robert Mercer is not your average politically involved billionaire. He came out of the USAF Weapons Laboratory at Kirkland AFB, worked for IBM’s research lab on machine translation and is an expert in artificial intelligence with a $25 billion A.I.-based hedge fund. The Mercers are part owners of Cambridge Analytica, which is a subsidiary of UK Defense Contractor SCL Group. This shadowy organization had connections at the highest levels of the globalist establishment and has been dissolved as a result of their scandalous behavior becoming public – just like the Podesta Group.
Does Q being promoted by people who are members of the Council for National Policy prove they are behind the operation? No, but it certainly would explain how Q has so much access to behind the scenes knowledge.
Who Is Are Luther Blissett?
Is Q a Vladislav Surkov-style theater piece, a Discordian distraction to charge the base up emotionally and build their loyalty to Trump through rage at the elites? Let me finish by taking a look at the Q book itself.
It’s surprising that Defango, Dreamcatcher, and Microchip, who claim to have based their LARP entirely on this book, never mentioned in any of their interviews its unique crowdsourced activist nature (of course, I fully expect Defango to complain that he talked all about the book, on a deleted video on his backup channel).
Like Anonymous later, “Luther Blissett” was an identity adopted collectively by partisans of a certain strand of media activism coming out of Italy in the 1990s. Inheriting the spirit of Situationism and Italian mail art, they were early innovators of what art theory dubs “Tactical Media” or “Culture Jamming”—which is to say that before becoming authors, various members of the Luther Blissett Project engineered complex, multilayered media hoaxes.
“Luther Blissett” changed their name to “Wu Ming”.
This group sound a lot like Anonymous, and the “pan-ic art” of Project MAYHEM. Chaos theory meets political theater. But does it sound like the #QAnon operation?
There is another Q-related book, “Q Clearance” by Peter Benchley – the author of Jaws. Was the “Q Clearance Patriot” post on 4chan really related to the young Italian activist collective Luther Blissett, or was it an intelligence community insider referencing an older American spy novel from a popular author?
Could Secret Societies conduct psychological operations? Or is that something the military has an exclusive right to?
Their Symbolism Will Be Their Downfall
Most of the people I’ve mentioned in this post, including Trump himself, and Defango during his recent “coming out as Q” interviews, frequently flash the “666” gesture.
Does Q = 666? If the Q operation is targeted against the Luciferian Cabal, why are so many of those connected to it using this gesture?
Do all the people doing the gesture mean it in the Satanic way? Or the Masonic way?
Are these people all Satanists, masquerading as the Christian Right? Or are they members of a secret society, casting Chaos Magick spells on the rest of us?
If you found this post interesting please check out these videos from my series with Jan Irvin of Logos Media. The series is about Silicon Valley and the occult side of the tech industry and the military industrial complex. Some of the episodes are specifically about Burning Man; the ones below are more relevant to today’s post. I talk about psyops, memetic warfare, Anonymous, Occupy, the Electronic Frontier Foundation, Project MAYHEM, and the links between Silicon Valley and the military/intelligence world.
Start about 1:53:00 of part 7.
The role of the 7th Psychological Operations group, and its shift from the Presidio in SF to where the Googleplex is today, is a crucial piece of history that deserves more attention. This is explored in Part 2, above.
Luciferian psyop specialist Baron Michael Aquino says his MindWar ideas originated out of Russia, via the Esalen Institute’s Transformation Project
[Update 22 Jan 2019 4:04pm]
I found this interesting diagram of the “Fake Q” hierarchy. I’m not endorsing this, it is @MotherLibertyNow‘s research and opinion but it seems worthy of consideration.
In this version, Thomas from Cicada 3301 is the ultimate puppetmaster of Q. I don’t believe that’s true, but in his own account, he and his organization were in the pyramid, as was Defango.
They have also placed Q in the hierarchy of parapolitics:
Defango Exposes Q Yet Again
I also came across this, which is a precursor to the “Cicada 3301 Expose” video I embedded in Part I. Every time I hear Defango tell the story it’s different. In this one he is naming a lot of names.
In this video from May 2018 Defango says “I’m not a political operative [but] I proved I can do it better than him“. Him being Thomas from Cicada 3301, who arranged for Robert David Steele to go on Defango’s show. His beef appears to be primarily about money. He also says “I’m not going after the rest of the Q people, I’m only going to Thomas”. Quite a different story from “I invented Q, presented it at DEFCON as a good idea, then 3 of us posted the first 2 or 3 4chan posts as a troll”. YMMV.
“I’ve hacked into Government web sites on livestream, and nobody’s coming after me”
He starts talking about Q at exactly 17:00, which makes me wonder if this is all part of some crazy LARPy Cicada puzzle. He seems to know nothing about Q, other than what Cicada tell him about the operation.
[Update 22/1/2019 5:26pm]
And then we have this guy:
Kidon, Hebrew for “Tip of the Spear”, is the division of Mossad responsible for assassinations.
Is Aaron Ziegler part of the Israeli-based social media InfoWar specialists Psy Group? This is a connection I am still exploring.
John B Wells, host of Caravan to Midnight, has released a video saying that #QAnon is real. He interviews an Anon named “D4”, who does not provide any evidence that they have anything to do with Q and does not reveal any inside information. Why are they pushing this now?
David Seaman of Fulcrum News also came out with a Q story this week. He was formerly a big Q promoter, but turned on the movement around the same time as the rest of the InfoWars crowd.
This video from Matthew North is excellent. Is Q being used to set the country up for Martial Law? The US Army pre-dates the Constitution, and military intelligence trumps the alphabet agencies. Trump declared a national emergency on the solstice, December 21 2017.
Matthew North and Adam Green at Know More News have covered PSY Group and the Council for National Policy before (though not in the context of Q, as far as I know).