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On most days, the Santa Clara Convention Center, adjacent to the Santa Clara Westin Hotel and the Technology Mart, is abuzz with the schmoozing of high-tech millionaires, former millionaires, and wannabe-millionaires. But for two days of the Memorial Day weekend, it served as the world headquarters to a little-known resistance movement: the forces (such as they were) that had assembled to oppose the machinations of the Illuminati, the New World Order, MK Ultra, and numerous other shadowy organizations, some of which may even exist. Paranoia was the mantra, and the late-night radio talk show maven Art Bell the high priest. The world in which these people live is a truly frightening place. Mind control assaults us, and chemtrails poison us from above. Supposedly health-giving vaccines are deliberately poisoned, the energy crisis is a sinister fraud, and even microwave ovens are dangerous. Worst of all, some shadowy, sinister group is doing everything for its own selfish gain.... The British conspiracist David Icke (pronounced "Ike"), perhaps the best known of all the speakers, swaggered out onto the stage, then proceeded to tell a lot of jokes. Eventually moving onto the serious matters, he explained how all hunger and poverty in the world is caused by the conspirators who keep people miserable to promote dependency on them.... Icke's most amazing claim is that the bloodlines of Europe's royal families, which some claim to trace back to a secret union of Jesus and Mary Magdalene, are in fact derived from extraterrestrial lizards. As proof of this, you need only look at the prevalence of gargoyles and dragons on all kinds of royal coats of arms. These people can be recognized by their ability to "shape shift" into reptilian form, then back again. lizard grafik courtesy of The Reptilian Agenda >>>

from: Conspire This! by Robert Sheaffer
source: Skeptical Inquirer, 1 November 2001
via: HighBeam™ Research
Copyright © 2001 Committee for the Scientific Investigation of Claims of the Paranormal

We've been away from the hyper-weird too long. Time to get down in it once again. Oh yes. The proximate cause of this post is the earth-shaking news that David Icke will be a guest tonight on Coast to Coast AM radio, of Art Bell fame, now hosted by George Noory -- locate your local affiliate <<< here. (btw, I wonder if Julie Bell -- Hard Curves: The Fantasy Art of Julie Bell; see lightning-mountain-babe grafik -- is related to Art?) I tune the show in late some nights on 630-KHOW in Denver. Their webpage explains: "A media phenomenon, Coast to Coast AM deals with UFO's, strange occurrences, life after death, and other unexplained (an often unexplicable [sic]) phenomena." I ask you: what could be more exciting than that?! And I'll tell you what: David Icke!!!

Surely you remember David. I previously wrote about him in the magic of thinking big ("one of the planet's foremost nutjobs") and in turning japanese ("Looney Tunes Whackjob Supreme, David Icke"). On the page where he's flogging his new DVD, The Illuminati, we learn that...

The entire political system of the United States and Britain is being controlled by a small group of elite occultists who have all sworn allegiance to the All Seeing Eye of Lucifer. For more than two centuries, the aristocracy of Britain and America have been involved in Satanic Secret Societies which have seeded all the major positions of power in Politics, the Media and the Military.

Not hard to believe at all. But if I recall correctly -- and as you may remember if you've been reading CBO for a while -- this "small group of elite occultists" either is, or is being controlled by, the Anunnaki lizard people. Yes, you read that right: lizard people. I'm telling you, folks, you do not want to miss this little chat with David Icke on Coast to Coast AM tonight!

There are a lot of hidden-in-plain-sight hyperlinks in this post. In looking for something to partially unpack (or possibly further obscure) the second, I found this bit from Dead Man Blues: "The woman who raised Jelly Roll, was a voodoo witch... Jelly always knew she'd sold him to Satan..." Then, today's mail brought The Insider/Outsider Problem, which I wrote about last Tuesday in this time it's personal. I opened the book at random and read: "To understand what the Kuranko mean when they say a witch is not a person, it is necessary to clarify the indigenous concept of morgoye ('personhood')." Back in Synchronicity City. Oh yes. Papa Legba, come and open the gate...

And last night before listening to the final chapters of State of Fear (see yesterday), I was reading about the trial of Deborah Lipstadt resulting from the lawsuit that holocaust denier and all-around groovy guy David Irving brought against her in a UK court -- and about Kevin MacDonald, America's foremost major-mojo antisemitism rationalizer, "evolutionary psychologist" and California State University prof, who gave "evidence" in that trial. Though it's unrelated -- except via quantum-akasha trans-PSI hysperspatial co-occurrence -- I couldn't resist tossing this bit into the mix. In Shilling for Hitler (Salon subscription or site pass required), the author drops the following juicy morsel en passant: "The strangest point of that day came when Irving inadvertently referred to the judge -- usually called 'His Lordship' -- as 'Mein Führer.'"

And so: there you have it.

"an easily digestible introduction to the world of high strangeness"  -Amazon

* "put your hand on the radio" ...

"Gradually, he warmed up, until it started to pour out of him. You have to understand how I came up, he said, how hard I had to work, how I learned to sell ads on radio, and then to sell myself. How I learned to become as large as the artist whose record I was playing. 'Burn, baby! Burn!,' he said, 'meant that when I'm playing the record and I am snapping my fingers and I'm talking my talk, I have reached the epitome, the height -- there is no more you can do!' His words came faster. 'Everything is up, up, up! And that's when' -- he momentarily softened his voice for drama -- 'you burn, baby -- burn. It is like the high-five. You know you've hit your home run. There's no more to say. You look at the ball go, like Reggie Jackson. And when I hit that record and I say, 'Darling, I love you,' or 'Put your hand on the radio and touch my heart,' bop-bop-bop BURN, Baby! Burn -- there was no more to say! That was the epitome! That was it!'"

from An author backstory: Burn, baby! Burn!