Visions of Muses


From deep within the terrifying yet oft exhilarating infinite limits,


Of Escher labyrinths,

This lost and found boy;


A chosen light, stirred, awakened, ignited;

S C R eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee A M S upon shattered bone yards

Of rhetoric,

Meteoric echoes of a boy confined in a mans body;

Though not his own,

Not mine, not now, not ever;

I and I and I,

Beyond comprehension as

Concentric circles collide,

Like the infinite loops of the Typhon, reminiscent of oracles,



Non Omnis Moriar, Non Omnis Moriar,



Cerebus, as always,

Chuckles as Orthus orbits death,
“Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.””


Reluctantly as yet without possibility beyond the foretold,

Alpha to Omega , Beta to Theta,

Gamma and everything in between,

Immortality now, sound bytes at a time,

Selfies and facebook posts;

The rush of fools, errands, errant,

Living for the dying, despicable pawns, in a cosmic quandary,

Little boy lost,


Doing societal laundry.



Trailing backwards granted powers beyond omnipotence,

As strange fruit hangs from trees,

The hollowed out trunks of spirits subdued, blackened by soot,

While Mississippi burns and the ashes pure,

White like a forest of birch,

The touch of the divine.


Asphalts stained with progress and hotter than the sun,

Reveal devilish intents, malcontents and miscreants,

Pugilistic linguists portend of a cunning,

Whereby they knowingly, willingly, crazily,

Cut off their noses to spite their faces,

A pound of flesh no more nor less.


While Lamia plots her nine course meal,

Virgil awaits her intrigue,

Delectable feasts for the sins of the father

Are revisited on the kindred innocent,

With Harpies as footservants and wolves as maître ds’.


The Sirens call, serially,

Sailing me to the edges of a vile torment,

One that was created a moment before my consciousness,

Primordially secreted and passed on,

As I too have done; Realizing I am

Left in a rowboat,

Steering for the rocks,

Bubbling discontent like an effervescent pill,


Locked inside…



With a heralds cry,



Like a resounding vision,

In words, deeds and sensational vibrations,

Draws me near,

Pulls me, all of me,

I and I and I from the gauntlet,

Embraces every atom of my being,

And in that instant I understand,

The universal discourse,

Treatise and song,

That brought me back from the edge,

Void of reason,

Want or desire,

Other than the pure radiance and resplendence,

Of an authentic life,

Lived genuinely,


Choosing now to actively avoid the prison of my emotional suicide,

Instead practicing abstinence from it,

By being I and I and I,



s e r e n d i p i t y,

s e r e n i t y,

Love and L I G H T!

Sender D. MacLean


(Inspired by a good friend who gave me the following words; serendipity effervescent labyrinth abstinence rhetoric and the song)






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Emotional Suicide



Continuity of contemplations,

Yesterday gone by,

Catalyst of catapulting concentricity,

Like hell,

Only opposed,

For those seeming endless hours endured,

Tattered tears of troubled tears,

Reveal Hemingway’s hidden truth,


My invisible doppelganger sings out;

“The world breaks everybody;

And afterward,

Some are stronger in the broken places.”
Broken places,

The caves of dialogues with Plato,

Wherein shadows portend light,

And light seems a forgotten meme,

Like a vanished childhood memory;


Recaptured with the taste of a candy apple or cotton candy,

Or dirt;


Simplicity refined,

Ill defined and unwritten,

Until now.
Emotional suicides aside,

For now,

The cave dwellers,
I and I and I,

Elect to reemerge as chosen light,

For the light we have chosen,

I and I and I,

Seek clarity, knowledge of self(ves),

Nosce Te Ipsum,

To triumphantly engage,

In the most precious journey,


Let this cry ring out,

From broken soul



To broken souls,

This light is not the end of the tunnel,

But the tunnel itself,

Neither pessimism nor cynicism,

Can or will alter Sender revisited,

Rejuvenated, restored and improved.


Let these cries be perceived,

To all those searching,

Walking the daunting paths of Dante’s design,

Feeling entombed,

Dash forward, ever onward,

Tunnel and tunnel more,

Until this universal truth becomes as real for you,

As I and I and I.


Words can seem empty,

Feeble and pedantic,

Yet as I climb from this cavity of interminable despondency,

I and I and I stand witness(es),

Bold and humbled,

By the fire inside,

That is the light;

Emotional Suicide be damned,

And art on,

Whatever that art may be

For therein lay your (OUR) liberation,

And utter determination,
I and I and I’s art is simple,

An authentic life;

Non Omnis Moriar.

Sender D. MacLean


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And Gonzoism is Born

And the Duke said most of these words unto the unexhaulted, ridiculous and delusional human and High Duke of Raoul, the most silly, bishop of the beating, right hand of Lazlo and semi intelligent primate known as Sender D. MacLean;

I am a drunk drug riddled addict who lacks piety or benevolence although Non Omnis Moriar and as such I bequeath unto you these ten instructions that you may or may not follow at will as you choose and see fit in the pursuit and search for the fear.

You shall treat all, humans and non humans, with the same respect you yourself demand. Unless they are assholes or stupid which are sins and should be afforded every opportunity to slap them down to size as loudly as possible.

You shall constantly seek to improve yourself, not in measure to others, but to yourself, from one day to the next, you shall read, learn, expand your horizons and as such expand the same of those around you. You shall help all humans and non humans alike at every opportunity you can realizing that the only true crime in selfishness.

You shall live your life to the fullest, having bought the ticket (or perhaps more correctly having had it bought for you) it is incumbent upon you to take the ride, realizing that for every down an up will soon follow. And life, in the end, should be just one little drink better than it has been bitter.

Remember to keep holy all days that end in the letter Y, realizing that life is short and precious and must be enjoyed to the fullest extent allowed by the air in your lungs and the beating of your heart.

Honour Bourbon, Scotch, Beer and all distilled essences that are indeed the water of life knowing completely that it is and never will be enough until your heart stops beating. Especially important you must consume on every day that ends in Y and seek never to experience DT’s by ensuring that the blood in your alcohol system does not compromise your imbibing.

You shall not murder not because I said so but because it is the RIGHT FUCKING THING TO DO. Unless such a grievous crime is committed upon you such as Rape or Pedophilia in which case research, find and utilize the most grotesque and painful methods to punish those SICK BASTARDS.

You shall enjoy every carnal pleasure possible unless it causes harm to another species and is without consent. Otherwise FUCK, SUCK and LICK ON!

You shall not take that which does not belong to you UNLESS you are hungry, homeless OR are taking it from the rich as a means of redistributing their ill gotten gains through the sleeping portion for the betterment of man. It is and always has been a strange world. Some people get rich and others eat shit and die.

You shall not lie, unless of course, you’re getting paid to, as we all are, in which case realize everyone lies and when in Rome. “I have a theory that the truth is never told during the nine-to-five hours.”

You shall covet anything you want, so long as you don’t act on such covetous thoughts to the harm of another, unless of course it is the rich, ROB THOSE SONS OF BITCHES.

And the Duke continued to whisper in the earthly apostle Sender’s ear;

“So we shall let the reader answer this question for himself: who is the happier man, he who has braved the storm of life and lived or he who has stayed securely on shore and merely existed?”

Live my children, LIVE, use the mind you have been given to enrich your life and those around you, humanity and indeed the whole of the planet. Except for the politicians; FUCK THOSE vile hand slapping, baby kissing and candy stealing wolves in sheep’s clothing.

Remember in the end; “Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming “Wow! What a Ride!”


Know without doubt, I will not ever return, save that in the exercise of these tenets and my spirit imbued in you my fear seeking jubilants, look for the decadent and depraved, find the fear and loathing, live this life so hard, so free, so wonderfully that in the end even the GRIM fucking REAPER himself will be scared to come collect you for the recycled cosmic stardust that you are.


FUCK NIXON and his new world order henchman Henry Kissinger.

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Prisoners of War


indoctrinate. (verb)

teach (a person or group) to accept a set of beliefs uncritically.

“broadcasting was a vehicle for indoctrinating the masses”

belief. (noun)

  1. an acceptance that something exists or is true, especially one without proof.

“his belief in extraterrestrial life”

  1. trust, faith, or confidence in (someone or something).

“a belief in democratic politics”

faith. (noun)

  1. complete trust or confidence in someone or something.

“this restores one’s faith in politicians”

  1. strong belief in the doctrines of a religion, based on spiritual conviction rather than proof.

“bereaved people who have shown supreme faith

critical thinking (noun)

the objective analysis and evaluation of an issue in order to form a judgement.

“professors often find it difficult to encourage critical thinking among their students”

God (noun)

  1. (in Christianity and other monotheistic religions) the creator and ruler of the universe and source of all moral authority; the supreme being.
  1. (in certain other religions) a superhuman being or spirit worshipped as having power over nature or human fortunes; a deity.

Myth (noun)

  1. a traditional story, especially one concerning the early history of a people or explaining a natural or social phenomenon, and typically involving supernatural beings or events.

“ancient Celtic myths

  1. a widely held but false belief or idea.

“the belief that evening primrose oil helps to cure eczema is a myth, according to dermatologists”

fiction (noun)

  1. literature in the form of prose, especially novels, that describes imaginary events and people.
  1. something that is invented or untrue.prisoner. (noun)

a person captured and kept confined by an enemy, opponent, or criminal.

“the heroine was being held prisoner in a cave”

God did not make man

in His (a term I have objected to as long as I remember) image,

MAN made God in his and therein lay the largest AND

Most disconcerting question for our species,

As we attempt a great leap forward,

Through reason and thought –

Why do humans persist in believing in the Almighty,

Despite our collective evolution,

Of mind, body and spirit,

At the expense of an ever greater growth?

According to my Mother,

Whom I love dearly,

Who gave birth to me physically, and,

As importantly started my drive to read,

Analyze, understand and form my own thoughts,

Critically, with reason and evidence,

Hitler could be in her ‘Heaven,’

And I,

Though acknowledging I am flawed,

And a Good Person,

Imbued with personal ethics and morals,

Sets that you may call humanism,

Am going to ‘Hell,’

As I do not,

Can not,

Will not accept dogma as fact,

Supposition as evidence,

Or man made (key word MAN) words of an omnipotent tease,

Somewhere like a spirit in the sky.

I myself am, admittedly, delusional,

The chemical constructs of my mental defenses,

That since as early as five, have followed my daily advance,

At times with scorn, others with a tender heart,

But never, through personal or delusional interpretation,

Have they,

The Lost Generation, none more verbose,

Than Hemingway himself;

Instructed me,

To slaughter Harry Potter fans,

Or Dracula, or Hamlet,

Nor those that can not share in my delusions,

Due to their supposed normalcy.

By common agreement,

My delusions are my own,

And beyond my sharing them,

As a means of understanding with those that love me,

I accept that they are delusions,

I have been, though no longer am,

Medicated to treat the conditions,

By a doctor, who by study and analysis,

Concluded that my Hemingway and Company,

While real to me,

Very real indeed,

Are not to him, nor society at large

Thus society as a whole has deemed my delusions divergent,

Yet he who is without sin cast the first stone,

Pray tell (pun intended) the difference,

Between my deeply held, personally real hallucinations,

And the delusions which serve to feed them,

And your Gods?

To be fair,

To the billions strong myth chasers,

In reverse of critical thought,

Though I do not share your delusions,

I can not fault them,

Rather I can insist that the faculties of thought,

Allow we, sentient beings,

To entertain, without hesitation,

A thought we do not believe,

I have through measured effort,

Communed, imaginarily,

With God or Gods,

Man, woman and child,

Seeking to understand,

The benevolent charm of these unseen, all powerful,

Infinite wonders,

And time and again have come,

Through critical thought to the same conclusions.

I was raised in a culture of indoctrination,

Religious, political, economic and social,

Perhaps none so pervasive (and globally destructive),

As that of the monotheists,

In my case the first Abrahamic religions,

Exposed to, versed in and chapter aware,

Of Torah, Bible and Koran,

Unlike most victims of critical thought suppression,

I have read, page after page of each,

With an open mind and open heart,


Not by speaking to a snake or a burning bush,

That it is time to let MY people go,


Prisoners of war,

Since the moment GOD is forced upon them.

You see,

It may not be argued,

That the deeply held ‘personal’ beliefs,

In God, Christianity and the potential of an afterlife,

Are rammed down the throats of humans at ages,

That our minds are incapable of drawing necessary distinctions,


That these Foie Gras mythological force feedings,

Lead to a pervasive abstract object permanence,

Which, it seems to me,


Remains the only imaginary being to which we are subjected,

That the religious cling to,

Long after the Easter Bunny, Santa Claus and the Tooth Fairy,

Have passed into the realm of the imagined,

Not with scorn or spite,

But with the deep affection each deserve,

As children’s tales.


God persists,

In defiance of reason,

Whether Yahweh, God, Jesus or Allah,

Resultant from the constant barrage,

Impenetrable indoctrination that we are bequeathed,

By our parents,

Well intentioned to be sure,

Yet, in this passing down of mythological morals and ethics,

We are struck,

At an age irrelevant here,

Whereby we must individually decide,

What our personal truth is,

In spite of,

And indeed in the face of those we love,

Insane amounts of familial and peer pressure,

That shake many of us to our core.

I do not attack your belief,

Your faith, your religion, or your Gods,

Instead I cry out for your understanding,

Your critical thinking and your open mindedness,

I plead for you to apply the same faculties that cause you,

To go to a doctor when you are sick,

And call the police when there has been a crime,

Both events that would not even require a moments thought,

For you to engage in actions appropriate to your experience.

While I bemoan the insane selectivity of your following,

I do attack what has been done in the name of religion,

The name of your Gods,

Those that have enslaved the beautiful minds of your children,

With your tacit approval,

They have become without question,

Prisoners of war,

And I hope as we progress collectively,

That they, your children,

In the name of your Gods,

Do not become killed or missing in action.

I raise my eyes to the heavens,

Also known as outer space,

The universe,

From this spaceship Earth,

Our blue marble,

One of billions potential in that great yet unknown,

And pray to logic, reason, rationale and critical thought,

That God will,


Sender D. MacLean

Writers Note:

This piece was inspired by the following prompt from a friend, the prompt as follows below;

“a main sewage back-up: invading, infecting, shit (u thought u were rid of) returns along with everybody else’s in the area. It’s not your fault but floor covering, lower walls, and possessions have to be removed to avoid mold and disease. Life and home are in upheaval… replacements to come as you can afford them?”

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Carbon is 4EVER!

GENOCIDE is forever!

Are you a Rhodes Scholar?

Or merely a consumer?

Bigger is better,

Monopoly is best, right?

For men conceived,

A perfect plan,

A conspiracy,

Where not only did they pass go,

Collect billions of dollars,

And never go to jail;

They were celebrated,



And called gentlemen.

A contemptible beast,

Of imperial glory,

For Queen and Country,

More like pounds, of silver and gold,

Scarring maps and landscapes,

Pillaging and raping,

Not just the physical but mental,

Enslaving millions,

While enriching and enshrining your place,

In a vile history,

And dastardly future which persists to this day,

Devoid of obvious truths,

Of chopped off hands,

Cut out tongues,

Repression, suppression and untimely death.

The four C’s,



Clarity, and,

C A R A T.

But for the victims,

There was and is no carrot,

Only stick.

“the intensity of the internal and external reflections of white light to the eye from a diamond or other gem in the face-up position.”


“ability of a diamond to disperse white light into the rainbow colors of its spectrum.”



“is the word used to describe a quality aspect of brilliance historically referred to as the diamond’s “life.”


Take over,






Scorched earth policy,

Take it all,

Kill everything and everyone,

That gets in your way,

It’s the imperial style,



Without hesitation,

For the lives of ‘chattel.’


The hard rains fall,

Returning to the earth,

The crimson tide,

Of the blood that is on your finger,

Try though you may,

You cannot wash from your hands.






Though without an inkling,

To the evident history,

That brought you just one more piece,

Of a much larger design,

Proudly worn by you,

A symbol of all that is iniquitous and filthy,

In this world in which we live,

A legacy displayed,


By the duped the world over,


How many diamonds stockpiled in this one building alone?

Just one in the cabal,


and nefarious syndicate.



It is forever,




Of Imperial and Diamond fame,


Founder of De Beers,


As all Robber Barons do,

The dwindling value of owned commodity,

A new putsch was born,

A scam,

A conspiracy,

First to control all diamond mining,



Then to create, out of nothing,

Like money,

A market of ill informed,


Manipulated consumers,

Of the absolute need,

For a generally worthless bobble,

As a manifest destinies symbol,

Of love sweet love,

From a river of blood.

Yet herein,

Women the world gasp aghast,

But diamonds are a girls “best friend,”

Beautiful and a sign of love,

A filial trinket passed down through time,

With nary a concern for the lives shed,

All in the name of love,

(though not the love you think),

Rather the love of power, wealth, status, fame,



Begets Monopoly,

Begets monopoly,

More is never enough,

Who funded this young mans conquest?

A question I leave to you,

Why fund this tyrants conquest?

A question I leave to you,

Follow the money it never lies.

By the end of his life,

Rhodes controlled ninety percent of production,

Of that relatively worthless piece of carbon,

Locking up in vaults,

Mass quantities of diamonds,

And again a failing empire,

Death throes in it’s midst,

Went to war and threatened,

The interests of the Right Honourable Cecil Rhodes,


As all great robbers do,

Got into a shoot out,

Financing, supplying and fighting,

Against his own country,

To protect the not so rare gem,


All wars are bankers wars.

Though not quite a monopoly,

Not just yet,

Rhodes had competition,

And as we know,

That is a sin,


Only after death,

Did his monopoly become complete,

As another well financed, well healed tyrant,

Solidified the worldwide supply AND demand,

For DeBeers,

Mr. Oppenheimer,

Financed by whom?

Ernest indeed knew,

The necessity,

To increase demand,

And reduce supply,

Stating plain for all to see;

“common sense tells us that the only way to increase the value of diamonds is to make them scarce, that is to reduce production.”

As propaganda became common place,


Of basest human desires,

As earlier written about and demonstrated,

Where Edward Bernays,

Laid out the plain to infiltrate, manipulate AND,

Indeed control,

The modern age of advertising born,

Where fear could not be used,

Desire is always best.




“create a situation where almost every person pledging marriage feels compelled to acquire a diamond engagement ring.”

To give a ring,

Had since medieval times been,

A standard for true love,

Yet, before World War Two,


Had been solely the domain of the rich,

Less than ten percent buying this symbol of glittering death,

DeBeers knew this was no way,

To rob and steal,

And set about proving,

Shortly after the war,

“A diamond is forever.”

Contrived by monopoly,

Delivered by the advertising age,

DeBeers succeeded where few had before,

Like Snake Oil Salesmen,

Or preachers calling for your leap of financial faith,

They realized,

Monopolized and materialized,

That the product was ancillary,

Not even secondary,

The real money,

Was in the idea,

Selling to the masses,

A relatively worthless C,

But the idea that it represented eternal love.

How many boys and girls,

Daughters and sons,

Husbands and fathers,

Mothers and wives,

Have given their lives,

Shed their blood,

On fields so far away,

They are never seen, less considered,

So you could show off,

That literally priceless trinket,

On your finger.

If it be true,

This idea,

This notion,

This marketing campaign,

That this brilliant fire,

Represents love,

I wonder,

As Shakespeare;

“All causes shall give way: I am in blood

Stepp’d in so far that, should I wade no more,

Returning were as tedious as go o’er.”

Blood is temporary,

But carbon,

is forever.

Same old bag of tricks,

new lies…


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“Education is teaching our children to desire the right things.”


“Education is the kindling of a flame, not the filling of a vessel.”


“Educating the mind without educating the heart is no education at all.”


“Read at every wait; read at all hours; read within leisure; read in times of labor; read as one goes in; read as one goest out. The task of the educated mind is simply put: read to lead.”

Marcus Tullius Cicero

“He who opens a school door, closes a prison.”

Victor Hugo

“Education consists mainly of what we have unlearned.”

Mark Twain

“It’s an universal law– intolerance is the first sign of an inadequate education. An ill-educated person behaves with arrogant impatience, whereas truly profound education breeds humility.”

Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn

“The only thing that interferes with my learning is my education.”

Albert Einstein

“Education is a system of imposed ignorance.”

Noam Chomsky

“There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man’s fears, and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination. It is an area which we call … The Twilight Zone.”

This piece is a continuation from…







Mid Sixteenth Century,

“the process of receiving or giving systematic instruction, especially at a school or university.”

Call me Gonzo,



Conspiracy theorist,

Call me what you like,

But there is,

If you choose to see it,

A mountain of evidence that proves,

As Marx stated;

“The ideas of the ruling class are in every epoch the ruling ideas, i.e. the class which is the ruling material force of society, is at the same time its ruling intellectual force. The class which has the means of material production at its disposal, has control at the same time over the means of mental production, so that thereby, generally speaking, the ideas of those who lack the means of mental production are subject to it. The ruling ideas are nothing more than the ideal expression of the dominant material relationships, the dominant material relationships grasped as ideas.”

It is plain to see,

That once our masters,

OUR masters,

Had control over global finance,

Thus the desecration of any earlier creation,

The sovereign nation,

Again a replacement of an earlier paradigm,

The religious one,

That they had control over the physical means,

Of ALL production,

Yet, a substantial piece of the puzzle was missing,

That would further enshrine their wealth,

Requiring a fundamental reshaping,

Of the way that we are bread,

To think, or lack thereof,

More to obey,


To infiltrate, destroy, redesign and reshape,

The spirit, principles and delivery of education.

It is perhaps,

The highest duty,

Of all humans to be informed,

And giving credit where it is due,

My parents imbued me with a delicate mind,

Instructing it to be filled,

At a very young age,

With a voracious appetite for knowledge,

Page after page,

Book after book,

Day after day,

Year after year,

My best friends were and still are the worn pages,

Of books many would not even know,

Let alone read,

The subtle time worn stain,

The faint aroma of those perplexed, uplifted,

Embroiled and entertained before me,

Names like Plato and Aristotle,

Interspersed with Machiavelli and Hegel,

Characters like Sherlock and Dorian,

Mingling with Santiago and Raoul Duke,

Each presenting the opportunity,

For my mind,

Actively to expand horizons,

In search of ever greater new ones,

Not just for myself,

But for all.

A real education,

Not promised me,

Nor any of us,

But enforced, by my parents,

That lit the flame,

Fanned it,

And watched me roar.


As I revisit the past,

With a mind matured and also ravaged by time,


As self evident now,

I realize beyond a shadow of a doubt,

And certainly outside the reach of some stuck in Plato’s Cave,

That the machinations of true power,

Have conspired to control the spiritual and mental means of production,

Creating chainless minions,

Unaware slaves,

Through magnificent efforts reaching back,

At least a century or more,

When those same powerful creatures,

In elegant rooms,

In order to perpetuate and consolidate their power,

Forced upon the unaware, or worse uncaring,

A purpose built system to invisibly dominate minds,

From the earliest ages,

Inside the institutions known as elementary and secondary schools,

A system of vile and vicious propaganda,

Established to ensure that the means of production,


Not only did not question, would not question,

BUT, could not question,

As the erosion of critical thought ensured,

That you would; “look, listen, kneel, pray,”

At the alter (spelling intended) of consumption,

While mindlessly promoting their wealth,

Celebrating it,

Coveting it,

As moment by moment you gave way,

To a well oiled plan.

And, as the Bard would say,

Herein lay the rub;




Greek and Late Latin,




Early Seventeenth Century,

“the desire to promote the welfare of others, expressed especially by the generous donation of money to good causes.”

A beautiful and noble goal that,

To promote welfare,

Through generous donations,


In purpose and practice,

The age old idea of charity,


Like all institutions,

Been corrupted,

To engage in the spread of ideas and practices,

Contrary to the public good,

And instead,

As facts in evidence prove,

To deepen the stranglehold,

Of a very select few.

Until recently,

The Vatican,

The Holy See,

That great institution, (tongue in cheek)

The Roman Catholic Church,

Had a prominent and indeed almost monopolistic control,

On systems of education throughout the world, let alone every Sunday,

Only partially dismantled after world war two,

And like those who follow herein,

Pays no tax maintaining,

That their mission is;

“to promote the teachings of Christ.”


Pray tell,

The Crusades,
Eleventh to Thirteenth Century

The Wars of Religion,

Sixteenth and Seventeenth Centuries,

Second Sudanese Civil War,

1983 – 2005,

The daily ongoing in all but name forced proselytization,

Of various people the world over,

Is this what the man or myth would answer to the question,

What would Jesus do?

But to name a few more;

Rockefeller Foundation (Standard Oil)

“Promoting the well-being of humanity around the world.”

Ford Foundation (Ford Motor Co.)
To receive and administer funds for scientific, educational and charitable purposes all for the public welfare.”

John A. Hartford Foundation (Great Atlantic and Pacific Tea)

“It is necessary to carve from the whole vast spectrum of human needs one small band that the heart and mind together tell you is the area in which you can make your best contribution.”

W.K. Kellogg Foundation (Kellogg Cereals)

“We believe that one measure of a society is the importance it places on the optimal development of all of its children. We envision a future and a society where every child thrives, and we invest in areas to advance that vision.”

Carnegie Corporation (Carnegie Steel)

“ to promote the advancement and diffusion of knowledge and understanding.”

Alfred P. Sloan Foundation (General Motors)

“believes that a carefully reasoned and systematic understanding of the forces of nature and society, when applied inventively and wisely, can lead to a better world for all.”

Moody Foundation (W. L. Moody’s oil, realty, newspapers, and bank holdings)

“to benefit in perpetuity present and future generations of Texans.”

Lilly Endowment (Eli Lilly Pharmaceuticals)

“exists to support the causes of religion, education and community development. The Endowment affords special emphasis to projects that benefit young people and promote leadership education and financial self-sufficiency in the nonprofit, charitable sector.”

Howard Hughes Medical Institute

“advance biomedical research and science education for the benefit of humanity.”

Pew Memorial Trust (Sun Oil Co. or Sunoco)

“is driven by the power of knowledge to solve today’s most challenging problems. Pew applies a rigorous, analytical approach to improve public policy, inform the public and invigorate civic life.”

Endowments aside,

These very few ‘tax exempt foundations,’

Not to mention our Universities,

MANY more hidden behind page after page of illusion,

With noble goals and purported idealistic aims,

Served two much more important aims,


To protect and indeed advance the fortunes of a very select few,

And if not more importantly, as money is just a fiction,

To seek, design, implement and control the minds,

From the earliest ages possible,

Of the means of production,


Don’t believe me;

Think of the McDonald’s Happy Meal,

The principle is the same.

As earlier demonstrated,
Words have meaning,

Some understood by all,

Others coded instructions,

Secret directions,

And ominous predictions.

In a delicate move of evil genius,

These same men,

Robber Barons to their core,


That the general public,

Already devoid of will,

And increasingly intellect and the ability to question,

Opened the doors of their secret halls,

Presenting to Carol Quigley,

The keys to the proverbial kingdom,

Minutes of the Tax Exempt Foundations,

An understanding which would become the basis for Tragedy and Hope,

A direct, substantiated and nefarious cabal,

Giving direction and instruction where necessary,

Worse where required,

As in the masterfully created wars,

Knew that the minds were needed, as early as possible;

Welcome the International Bureau of Education,

“Its aims were to centralize documentation related to public and private education, to take an interest in scientific research in the educational field, and to serve as a coordinating centre for institutions and societies concerned with education.”

A private foundation,

At the end of World War Two,

Integrated into the International system,

Absorbed by the United Nations,

Through UNESCO.

Such a tangled web,

Impossible here to fully weave,

Foundation after foundation,

Private family and endowment trusts,

All working toward,

A series of control, social,

Engineered to promote and protect,

The endgame of the perversely wealthy elite,

This included,

Though you may be aghast,

Nazi eugenic experimentation,

That may enable the breeding of ‘superior men,’

Psychiatric experiments,

Guarded by Rockefeller (Standard Oil) paid goons,

We speak off the destruction of the Jews ill fated,

Yet never of the cause of their demise.

Further research in Canada, McGill University,

Vile experiments with Dr. Ewen Cameron,

Those that first started me down this rabbit hole,

Of researching and attempting to understand,

Exactly how the machinations of collective suppression work,

At seventeen I began to question,

Absolutely everything I had been taught,

In school, in books, from history,

Realizing that truly one of the spoils of war,

Was the ability to control the future,

By controlling the past,

Orwell was and IS right.

I have written,

Time and again,

Of the wholesale destruction of thought,

The abject perversion of the human condition,

By those who benefit from it’s slaughter,

For years,

I have waged war,

With myself, my beliefs, the things I thought I knew,

And the world into which I was born.

Am I still Gonzo,



Conspiracy theorist?

Or the pebble at the precipice of the water,

Wishing nothing more than to create,

A perpetual tide of concentric circles?


Pray tell,

Do we refuse to see,

Or more apropos,


Refuse to see,

That there is a definite link,

Between the control of debt,

The duplicitous practices of the Internationalists,

That have robbed you of friend and supposed foe,

Hegel to the death;

The fall of sovereign states,

The decrease in critical thinking,

The rise in consumption,

The massive dumbing down of one and all,

And then further refuse to question,

Who does this all benefit –

Follow the money!

It is not the 1%,

It is the 0.0000074%,

As Fitzgerald,

One of my daily delusions maintains;

“The rich are different from you and me.”

And they are,

Even though you refuse to see,

For to them,

You are not even a pawn,

But a single atom, of a molecule,

Of a pawn,

And your resistance,

Despite their attempts to convince you otherwise is not futile,

The truth is out there,

Your liberation is within your grasp,

Will you take it,

I call not for a revolution with blood in the streets,

I call for an awakening,

Knowing that our TRUE power,

Is not within their institutions,

Of mind control and social engineering,

IQ and Standardized test,

But in our hearts and in our minds.

Will you open your hearts and minds,

Awaken to the realities around us,

Or march, slowly,

One day at a time,

Born for the dying?

“The truth is stranger than fiction.”
Hunter S. Thompson

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Cabal, Cartel, Caucus, Cell, Circle, Clan, Clique, Coterie, Conspiracy and Y O U!

A wordsmith, like a blacksmith,

Fashions words as readily as horseshoes,

With an inherent and overwhelming understanding,


Meaning that unfortunately, all too often,

Is misunderstood, ill informed or worse yet perverted,

To facilitate a very real danger to the people you love,

And you.






Arising during the Eighteenth century,

Coincidence, I think not,

a select part of a group that is superior to the rest in terms of ability or qualities or a group or class of people seen as having the greatest power and influence within a society, especially because of their wealth or privilege.”



Medieval Latin,


English late Sixteenth Century,

“a secret political clique or faction.”




mid Eighteenth century,

“a group of people with shared concerns within a political party or larger organization.”



Old French,

“a small group forming a nucleus of political activity, typically a secret, subversive one.”





Old French,


“a group of people with shared professions, interests, or acquaintances.”


Old Irish,

Scottish Gaelic,

Middle English,

“a group of people with a strong common interest.”


Old French,


Early Eighteenth Century,


“a small group of people, with shared interests or other features in common, who spend time together and do not readily allow others to join them.”

Coincidence, I think not.


Middle Low German,

Early Eighteenth Century,

“a small group of people with shared interests or tastes, especially one that is exclusive of other people.”

Coincidence, I think not.



Agree or plot,

Old French,


Anglo – Norman French,


Late Middle English,

“a secret plan by a group to do something unlawful or harmful.”







Mid Sixteenth Century,

“the process of receiving or giving systematic instruction, especially at a school or university.”




“combine in one body,”


Late Latin,



Late Middle English,

“a company or group of people authorized to act as a single entity (legally a person) and recognized as such in law.”






Mid Sixteenth Century

“an officer or owner of a bank or group of banks.”



Old French,
Middle English,

“a current medium of exchange in the form of coins and banknotes; coins and banknotes collectively.”


Nineteenth Century English,

“existing, occurring, or carried on between two or more nations.”


Turn of the Twentieth Century English,

“the advocacy of cooperation and understanding between nations.”


“concerned with the absolute acquisition of material resources to improve the overall wealth of a very select few.”







“to censure, charge, compute,”

Old French,



“a compulsory contribution to state revenue, levied by the government on workers’ income and business profits or added to the cost of some goods, services, and transactions.”





Greek and Late Latin,




Early Seventeenth Century,

“the desire to promote the welfare of others, expressed especially by the generous donation of money to good causes.”


Words have meaning,

Any dictionary will reveal,

Understanding the words and using them appropriately,

Frees your mind,

And those of others…

But I digress,

For today,

I reclaim in the name of humanity,

The revelation imbued deep within the development,

Use and maintenance of the words outlined above,

With a brief detail driven discourse,

On the systems which have arisen,

Since the Middle of the Seventeenth Century,

To effect the full and unhindered control,

By a select few,













Bank of England,

Charles Montagu, was established to

“promote the public good and benefit of our people”

and yet it’s founder stated openly,

“The bank hath benefit of interest on all moneys which it creates out of nothing,” William Paterson

Moreover, as facts in evidence,

The Bank of England,

The first ‘central bank’ of the CRIMINAL conspiracy, a PRIVATE bank,

Taken over, in practice,


After the Battle of Waterloo,

By another name of infamy; Nathan Rothschild,

Who on the following three days, increased his wealth by TWENTY fold,

Becoming the largest debtor to the English government,


MONEY from nothing, loaned AT INTEREST.

“I care not what puppet is placed on the throne of England to rule the Empire. The man who controls Britain’s money supply controls the British Empire and I control the British money supply.” Nathan Rothschild


The ever present and obvious truth,

Of Rothschild and his effective control,

Of King and Country,

Was so menacing to the colonies,

On the other side of the pond,

That despite what you’ve read,

Or been told,

In history class,

About tax on tea,

The facts in evidence,

For the establishment of the American revolution,

And the United States of America,

Had little to do with tax,

And an inordinate amount to do with the BoE,

Demanding that the colonies STOP issuing notes with no interest,

And instead fall into line with the BoE,


Acutely aware,

Of the across the pond driven cabal,

The select few involved in the CONSPIRACY,

The founding fathers stated;

“We began planning the Revolutionary War in order to issue our own money again”  Benjamin Franklin

George Washington, in letter to

  1. Bowen, Rhode Island,

Jan. 9, 1787,

“Paper money has had the effect in your state that it will ever have, to ruin commerce, oppress the honest, and open the door to every species of fraud and injustice.”

And yet,

The first central bank of the USA is born;


Modeled after the BoE and yet quite distinct, in that,

Part ownership by foreigners,

And after profits drawn,

Floundered and did not have it’s charter renewed,

In 1811.
Jefferson said,

in a letter to John Taylor in 1816,

“And I sincerely believe, with you, that banking establishments are more dangerous than standing armies; and that the principle of spending money to be paid by posterity, under the name of funding, is but swindling futurity on a large scale.”


In this letter,

Knew that the coming establishment,

Of the Second Bank of the United States,

Which had a twenty year run,

Then carefully orchestrated the panic of 1837,

Lasting four very profitable years,

Followed by twenty five years,

Also VERY profitable,

Known as the Free Banking Era,

During which the bankers,

On both sides of the pond,

Made vast fortunes,

And through wicked use of propaganda and funds,

Fomented the necessary catalyst,

To further increase profits,

And drive a NEED for bank reform,

The Civil War.

When there is blood in the streets,

And buy they did,



And rarely if ever known,

They tinkered and toyed with the system,

Creating the National Banks,

Realizing that major problems still existed,

The Robber Barons and their minions set to work,

Aiming to fix liquidity crisis’ and bank runs,


Tweaking, turning and twisting,

JP Morgan and friends,

Created the catalyst,

That cemented the ‘need’ of the system we have come to know,

The financial panic of 1907,

Whereby these clever cabal members,

Were able to dupe the public into believing,

Contrary to the facts in evidence,

That they SAVED the government and the banking system;

When there is blood in the streets;

And buy they did,

Loaning, at interest, monies,

To temporarily provide reprieve from the liquidity crisis,

Setting the stage for a truly nefarious plan,

Hand in hand with other reforms,

That enslave you, willingly, today.

At Jekyll Island,

In private,

The world’s largest banking families,

Industrialists and political puppet masters,

Working together drafted;

The Federal Reserve Act,

Signed into being by Woodrow Wilson in 1913,

While most of Congress was away for Christmas,

Establishing a privately owned and controlled cabal,

With complete control,

Over the monetary policy and credit of the emerging Empire,

The United States of America,


In the six years prior, working ovtertime,

For the first time in history,

Shifting the tax roll successfully,

To labour, income tax.

When there is blood in the streets,


And buy they did,

Creating the catalyst for deeper entrenchment of their wealth,

And thus power,


Your teacher and text books say,

Archduke Ferdinand was assassinated,

And World War One,

The war to end all wars,

Begins less than seven months

After the establishment of the Federal Reserve;

The greatest way to make that money,

Was by financially supporting both sides in a conflict,


Once more,

Your teachers and your text books,

Deceive you,

For the bankers war,

A truly international war,

The war to end all wars,

And the ill advised peace treaty,

Of Versailles,

That inflicted mass harm on an already decimated Germany,

Set the stage, once more,

For blood in the streets,




Manufacture a stock market crash,

Through the CITY OF LONDON’s economic warfare,

Clinging to Empire and ushering in,

The great depression,

And the need for a new bank

The bankers bank,

The Bank for International Settlements,

Basel, Switzerland, 1930,

Purportedly to pay, to central banks, and private shareholders,

Reparations from the Axis to the Allies.

Yet herein,

A curious twist of fate,

One rarely spoken about,

Let alone thought of,

While the supposed German Economic Miracle of the 30’s was happening,

Hitler, a puppet,

for the collective international Anglo American CABAL,

Indeed the economy flourished,

Massive public works programs,

Bond paid,

The autobahn,

Bond paid,

The military,

Bond paid,

But needed more capital beyond what had been provided,


By the great industrialists around the world,

When there is blood in the streets,



Who was buying one might ask,

And who were the leaders of this bank;

Hjalmar Horace Greeley Schacht

President of the Reichsbank,
Minister of Economics.

Walter Funk,

State Secretary in Public Enlightenment and Propoganda,

Reich Minister of Economics,

President of the Reichsbank.

Emil Puhl,

Director and Vice President of Reichsbank,

A vile beast who oversaw the theft of gold teeth, watches, spectacles and more,

To create vast reserves of NAZI gold.

Hermann Schmitz,

Negotiator at Versailles,

Exterior Department Director BASF,

Exterior Department Director IG FARBEN.

Baron Kurt von Schroeder



Henry Schroeder in London,

J.Henry Schroder Banking Corporation in New York,

The middle man between International Telephone & Telegraph, ITT,

And the S.S.

These men,

Over a couple of years,

To whom we will return,

Orchestrated and delivered from the BIS,

An elite driven, secretive, PRIVATE bank,

To Nazi coffers,

Through an elaborate money laundering scheme,

Early in the war,

As they expanded, through invasion the German machine,

The amount of $378,000,000 of looted gold,

From Austria, Czechslovakia, Holland and Belgium,

With the tacit approval of the BoE AND the Americans,

Adjusted for inflation, in todays dollars,



Through a prominent French collusionist,

Who Notifying Schroder,

Of the Allied invasion to Algeria,

Allowing him to

Launder and ship,

9,000,000,000 gold francs,

For which the French banks were paid,

$175,000,000 in fees,


Not quite,

Considering the complicity of the afore mentioned men,

And their ALLIED supporters,

Including but not limited to the Internationalist puppets;

Montagu Norman,

Governor of the Bank of England,

NAZI sympathizer,

Who quite literally,

Did everything in his vast powers,

To accede to every Nazi need,

Including to support bond issues,


To the government,

And international investors.

He, like the rest believed,

The world SHOULD be run,

By International BankSTERS!

Thomas McKittrick,

American corporate lawyer,

NAZI sympathizer.

With Europe’s wealth in stress,

And America’s duplicitous wealth steadily on the rise,

The B.I.S.,

And it’s NAZI sympathizers,


Through fascist Spain,

And Swiss neutrality,

In 1944,


As clearly the years nefore,

48,000 tons of oil,

1100 tons of Tungsten,


A crime in America, Britain that went unnoticed and uncharged.

Around this time,

The internationalists met again,

Seeing the writing on the wall for Germany,

Having created the blood in the streets,

It was time to,




This time in Bretton Woods, United States of America,

44 countries,


A system of internationalism,


The International Bank for Reconstruction & Development,


International Development Association,

International Finance Corporation,

Multilateral Investment Guarantee Agency,

The International Centre for Settlement of Investment Disputes, and

The International Monetary Fund.

The open face of these institutions,

Was to aid the development of nations,

The reality,


With unnecessary usurious loans,

So they could then raid the national resources of those nations,

At fire sale prices.



Crimes against peace,


1953 established Deutsche Außenhandelsbank Schacht & Co.




Conspiracy to commit crimes against peace;

Planning, initiating and waging wars of aggression;

War crimes and

Crimes against humanity,


Convicted of counts, 2, 3 and 4,

Sentenced to life in Spandau prison,

Released 1957.


With whom Allen Dulles,

(another prominent Internationalist along with his brother),

Met with Puhl in 1945, saying;
“Nazism would not end with military defeat as Hitler and his fanatical followers would no more change their philosophy than Socrates or Mohammad.”


Tried and convicted at the IG FARBEN trial,

Released to become,

Member of the Advisory Council Deutsche Bank,

Honorary President of “Rheinische Stahlwerke AG.”


Free and clear,

Save for three months imprisonment, as,

All investigations of his and his interests,


Bankhaus J.H. Stein

Blocked by American bankers,

And even the Allied Military Government,

Rewards by becoming Chairman of many German companies.

Montagu Norman,


Baron Norman,

Privy Council and,

Grand Officer of the Order of the Crown.


Reward for what Germany and Italy said,

Were his opinions well known to them,

Vice Chairman of Chase National Bank.


Of course,






Without a doubt,






Worse than Ku Klux,






The worst in history,


Yet this is but one,

One part of a larger agenda,

With tentacles in every part of your lives,

With your acquiescence,

And more on these to come,
Question everything…
What is the Queen’s real last name,

certainly not Windsor?

Blood in the streets,








And thus,

One must wonder,

In light of the facts in evidence,

Should I wear a tinfoil hat,





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