Monday, October 29, 2007

Rumsfeld on the Run

They Can Run,
But They Can't Hide
 
 
Former Secretary of State Donald Rumsfeld apparently fled France to avoid being investigated for violations against the Convention Against Torture. Under French law prosecutors would have been obliged to pursue the case while Rumsfeld was on French soil in answer to the complaint filed by human rights groups which submitted 11 written pages of testimony from former brigadier general of the military police unit at Abu Gharib.
 
Unconfirmed reports are that Rumsfeld cut short a breakfast meeting and ducked out of the country through a US embassy. At some point this nation must call upon the Bush administration to answer the allegations of human rights abuses and war crimes being made by other nations instead of allowing them to continue to duck the charges. These allegations couldn't be more serious, and were it Kennedy, Roosevelt, Truman, Reagan, or any other president in US history the government and the people would have long been demanding that they answer the charges publicly. After all, their reputation reflects on this nation, and innocent people don't allow such accusations to go unanswered in a manner reminiscent of guilty school boys. But for reasons unspoken, the MSM has routinely ignored these accusations being made by other nations which include a long list of British government officials.  
 
Story:
 

The GOP War on Whistleblowers

Cheney Notified as to Identities of Whistle Blowers From the Department of Justice
 
In what was purported to be an effort to clean up the mess in the Department of Justice left in the wake of so many scandals involving Bush administration politics and apparent obstruction of justice, the House Judiciary Committee solicited insider tips of wrong doing in the DoJ and promised that, while anonymous tips weren't welcome, the identities of the tipsters would be held in the strictest confidence. But evidently there is no accounting for the sorts of human errors which "accidentally" send nukes flying over the friendly skys of America, at least not on Bush and Cheney's watch. An e-mail was sent out to the more than 150 participants in the whistle blowing program which included their e-mail addresses. Not once, but twice. More disturbing is the fact that copies of these revealing e-mails were sent to Dick Cheney.
 
It remained unclear to what extent the inclusion of this personal information compromised the identities of these whistle blowers, but given the illegal surveillance assets afforded to Dick Cheney, we could safely conclude that his knowledge of their identities would be total, since illegal surveillance of e-mail is now occurring all of the time in America, but which would be essentially meaningless if telecoms weren't providing the identities of those persons to whom the e-mail addresses belong or if they had some other means of acquiring them. 
 
My thoughts are, at the moment, that all through school there were two types of accident prone people. Bullies- and their victims.
 
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FBI 9/11 Whistleblower Wants to Tell All

Edmonds Speaks!

 

Apparently having a story which is important to the American people is no guarantee of anyone hearing it. If treason occurs in the government and there's somebody around to hear it does it make a sound? FBI whistleblower Sibel Edmonds, described by the ACLU as the most gagged individual in the history of the United States of America, was silenced by the Supreme Court and ignored by Congress either in spite of, or perhaps due to the fact that she has information regarding crimes committed by two well known members of Congress.

 
For those of you who haven't heard about Edmonds, she was an FBI translator just after the events of 9/11 and became aware of criminal infiltration into the FBI and was subsequently dismissed. By gag order it became illegal for her to even admit to her own existence, it would have been illegal for her to show someone her driver's license. She nearly became an official non person as she fought the courts for the right to tell her story.
 
Edmunds has now offered to tell all to any television network that will agree to airing it uncut and in it's entirety despite remaining gag orders.
 
Story:
 
 

Tuesday, October 16, 2007

Talk Show Host Attacked

Air America Talk Show Host Beaten
 
 
In an event reminiscent of the White House Nixon tapes, where then president Nixon was asking if someone was roughed up "real good" and if it left lots of marks, Air America talk show host Randi Rhodes suffered a violent beating not far from her Manhattan home. Since she was wearing jogging clothes and walking her dog, and wasn't carrying a purse or anything at the time, it appears to be something other than a standard mugging for dollars incident. Neither does it appear to be a standard sort of hate crime, rather it seems to be a strong arm tactic meant to intimidate the liberal press by making an example of a public figure.
 
While New York has been known for muggings in the past this isn't true of up scale Manhattan, and according to people who live in the area posting comments to blogs this sort of thing rarely if ever happens in that neighborhood. On the other hand, I've seen conservative bloggers who appear to be going out of their way to sound intimidating. I say conservative very loosely simply because that is what they claim to be, but I've thought for a very long time that the government has political boiler room type operations which disseminate disinformation and propaganda on what is otherwise the fairly liberal online media, which to be clear also enjoys more legitimate conservative media as well. One person posting anonymously was asking "What happened to the dog?" "Dog" is criminal speak for someone who is betraying an organization. I know because in 1987 the CIA had set me up in my community and framed me as a "dog", a disgruntled employee who was said to be exposing his employer for minor misdeeds in retaliation. The charge was so far off base that I hadn't a clue what anyone was talking about for the longest time as I was gang stalked throughout the community and being referred to as a "dog". By the time I understood the nature of the accusation I was at a real loss how to get my side of the story out to the community in which I lived, and if I had, I would have had to share the sorts of illegalities known to me which would have been the most obvious motive for their attack on my life. It was only later that I found out that the whole thing was a setup by the CIA to get me into a mind control program.
 
There may not at the time of this writing be any details about what happened to Randi's dog, but if anyone ever want's to know what's happening with this old dog all they have to do is ask. Not that the government doesn't already know every time I fart, mind you. Just that they might not tell everyone about it.
 
Something that I will never forget is when the gang stalkers began to threaten my children people in our community found out and came out in droves to support my family and me. They took it upon themselves to just show up here and there, our friends and neighbors looking after us. They were patrolling the neighborhood, hanging out on street corners, going wherever we went and saying "Those folks are my friends". I hope that Randi and her dog receive as much support as we did then. I had lost faith in humanity up to that point. And they helped to restore it.
 
Here's wishing my friend, Randi Rhodes, a speedy recovery.
 
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Monday, October 15, 2007

Notice: Illegal Surveillance Worries

Thanks to those of you who have been supportive of my attempt to contact the Carter Center with regards to direct energy mind control weapons. At present I have yet to hear anything. I don't wish to sound paranoid at all, but I have been having very unusual trouble with both my e-mail and my phone as of late. I am forced to wonder if the government is blocking attempts at making contact. If that is indeed the case, I hope that Tony Clark will know that it isn't just that I have been unreachable. That's why I'm taking the time to post this information to my blog.
 
The rest has been business as usual, chemtrails, attempts at mind control, intimidation and harassment via illegal surveillance and top secret weapons. 
 
Best,
Paul

The Mindstorm Chronicles: Chapter Thirteen

The Mindstorm
Chronicles:
Chapter Thirteen
 
A work of fiction? A work of non fiction? The work of insanity?
 
You decide.
 
 
Having seen so many things it became a challenge how to memorize them all. Starting from the beginning I would work my way up to the present every day, a process which was slowly becoming longer and longer as the months slipped by, but the only way that I would be sure to remember everything I could, despite all of the hypnotic games bent on making me forget as much as possible. After a few years I felt as though I'd retained it all, and began to think about it less and less, it all took so long and was so greatly complex that it just wasn't the kind of thing that you could explain to someone. And at the level of things to which everything had risen there was nothing left that didn't at least seem important, which just left one endlessly pouring over details which would hardly seem significant unless you'd survived such things. Unless you knew what it was like to be "there". In fact it was all so heavy that even my memories of having memories became important moments in and of themselves.
 
I remembered sitting alone in my cold, dark, damp house looking at the burning candle and listening to the water dripping from the ceiling. Cold and hungry and never having felt so alone in my life, I thought about the previous year which had been entirely different, and wondered if I could ever sort out the precise meaning of it all.  Nature hates a vacuum, and that is especially true of a mind which has no distractions left, just time to think. It is the odd moment that leaves one without a thought. And that becomes especially true of persons who have spent any amount of time surviving by their wits. Once that line of traumatization is crossed there will never again seem to be anything as important as how one thinks. Differences among survivors could be categorized either by exclusiveness or inclusiveness of thought. That is, for some the important thing would be to avoid certain thoughts and memories at all costs. For others, survival meant knowing absolutely everything possible, and especially about oneself.
 
What happens is that mind control victims are traumatized so badly that they then have memories with which they are quite sure that they will be unable to live. The mind controllers know this, in fact they perfect it by simultaneously traumatizing the victim and reinforcing the myth that thoughts or memories can be deadly. To remember certain things, or to think in certain ways then becomes tantamount to suicide. And if you knew the sorts of ways in which they traumatize people, if you knew what sorts of personally devastating horrors could be placed into someone's memories you would know why. Essentially this establishes a hidden control room in the mind of the victim which escapes any sort of inquiry and allows the victim to be, in ways subtle or overt, to become controlled by their worst fears. This is well known to the controllers.
 
All of this, if one waxed poetic, was about an age old argument, about some archetypical struggle which has been occurring since the dawn of time. What motivates creatures the more -and in this case specifically as relates to humanity, of course...  Fear? Or love? This question, which often led to opposing philosophies and methodologies in ways large and small, would be answered quite dramatically within every savage wilderness, or upon every savage battlefield at some point or another. In the end the answers will have depended upon individuals and whether or not they had love and courage more than self interest and fear.
And the mind controllers, themselves a product of generations of the worst sorts of sociopathic manipulations, are aware of this, and they seek to make the most of people's fears so that people will not act courageously against them, not even in defense of love itself. And if they thought to do so, they would exploit as much as possible the worst of fears, to loose those whom we love the most. Savage, brutal, and ancient, one could find examples of the methodology throughout history. Perhaps the most famous being the stories of Pharaoh or of Herod. It is to terrify people with their worst fears, but it is a double edged sword. Once they have gone so far as to destroy everyone a person loves, or to destroy their love for life itself, they then have enemies with nothing left to loose. And those are the most dangerous of sorts. The deepest love to be replaced with some other phenomena- the deepest of hatreds. And perhaps, the only reason such an enemy one has left for living, to avenge their loved ones. And themselves.
 
Of course it is all  more complicated still, complicated by love's various manifestations as arise from greater and greater philosophies. Love of God, love of country, love of humanity, love for the earth. At some point, like all abusers, the bullies must get us alone. Because the majority of people by all reason and logic understand such threats to be systemic, that is, what threatens one threatens us all, if not today then perhaps tomorrow. Something else that the bullies know well, they can never get us alone when there is accurate and timely knowledge of what they are doing available to the majority of people. So in the end they're forced to operate in the darkness, their power coming from deceptions and illusions more than anything else. And apart from which no one in their right mind would have any part of them whatsoever, because everyone hates bullies.
 
Alter personalities take the mind places it would never have otherwise gone, whatever one thinks of alter personalities. Michael isn't so much fascinated with Michael as he is with everyone and everything else. Though as one might imagine, it is difficult for him to say just how Michael fits in with everyone and everything else. Not that he doesn't go to great extents in order to do so. Just for all of that, at the end of the day he will still be quite unique. And alone in his uniqueness. Much his fascination with his brother who also goes by more names than can be counted due to the fact that being immortal, even while at sometimes learning quite personal lessons about mortality, results in confusion for most mortals, none of it is easily explained in any event. If immortals were to tell us their lives stories no one would live long enough to hear it all. But unlike today when so many people wouldn't even know the meanings of their own names, Michael's favorites are always those which brought into remembrance some purpose, some function, some archetypical principle worth remembering. Michael is the eldest, hence first there was Love, then Righteousness and after that, Mercy. Righteousness does love Mercy, and Mercy does love Righteousness.
 
Their existence is so different from our own that we could scarcely imagine it. Since all things are possible for God and by extension, those who love God, time and space are, well, merely conventions which give continuity to the story of principles and their development. Though words themselves couldn't do justice to such an existence, I guess any number of understandings could suffice for the moment. They spend some part of their existence here, in this world, and in any variety of ways, but they also spend some part of their existence in what we might think of as a lucid dream. And at any given time they are free to experience as we do the limits of corporeality, or the nearly limitless existence of the dream time limited only by their own imaginations, or anything in between. In short, their only limits are their principles and their imaginations.
 
Imagine such things as transpire in worlds where time and space simply exist as bookmarkers.
 
Michael is a rather different sort of personality than Gabriel. Being the eldest there are some things about which Michael knows more, but Gabriel quite often acts as Michael's conscience. Righteousness is tempered by Mercy, after all. And they are always teaching one another.
 
In one such, well, dream like circumstance, Michael had been creating creatures with God and had wandered into some series of thoughts about survival and about fierceness. But upon looking back at his creations he thought that perhaps fierceness wasn't the only answer to survival, since it seemed also self defeating that fierceness simply begat the need for fierceness, there are simply limits to any one principle apart from the principle of love which had caused all other principles to come into existence. For Michael, everything always revolved around first cause, though it would be difficult after so many mathematical relationships to explain precisely how this was so, but it none the less remained true to Michael, and in principles, first cause was love. It was the only rational reason that a universe would exist at all, that love is nothing without someone else with which to share it.
 
Upon looking back at all of his fierce creatures, Michael then invited his brother into the creative process. "Here you see the sorts of creatures created by Righteousness which are fierce in defending their young, are fierce in assuring their own survival. But now I am given to wonder, what sorts of creatures would be produced by mercy?" Without saying so much as a word Gabriel went to some place and time in the world and began to motion his hands around this way and that, producing an image of a living creature, not large, and not small, brown in color and with a short tail. When Michael saw the length of the creatures neck he thought surely his brother had made a mistake, and though he thought the oversized ears to be quite amusing, he was very taken by the creatures eyes. And immediately upon completing the creature vision with his hand gestures, Gabriel ran away.
 
Of course Michael was left to wonder why his brother had chosen to run away and hide from him. He thought for a moment, and decided that it was a riddle, and the answer resided within the creature of his brother's creation. So he began to appraise the silly looking creature with the sweet eyes. Why did it have such a long neck? And then he saw the creature reach down and begin to nibble upon a dandelion. Ah, Michael thought, to Mercy, form follows function and not the other way around. Humbling. And the oversized ears? Oh. Being aware of realities is even more important than creating them, in this way one understands what sort of realities one is prone to creating. And whether or not they are healthy realities. "Every time..." Michael thought, "He gets me every time." It was always like this with his brother, who Michael also called his conscience.  And the eyes, of course... like the ears, but there is something else. Why are they so sweet, so endearing?" "...because ... so that...", the answer came slowly, "Hopefully Mercy will find you before Righteousness." Michael, tears now in his eyes, suddenly remembered from whence he had fallen. If Righteousness was not Mercy's friend, Righteousness was his enemy.
 
"But, um, how, how does this creature defend itself?"  Michael queried. "Whenever Righteousness comes, Mercy runs and hides." An alarmingly simple answer, and ostensibly why Gabriel ran an hid, the first part of that lesson being that it was never enough to be feared or respected, the most important thing was to be loved. But here Michael began to reflect upon the many ways in which this statement was true. The males of many species would turn and fight while the females ran and hid with their young, and the females would turn and fight while the young ran and hid if and when it came to it. And Michael learned that this creature could also turn and fight, it's front hooves were by no means lethal, but sharp enough to be a decent deterrent. At that point, Michael realized that he knew nothing yet of the males of the species, in fact he was so engrossed he hadn't yet realized the sex of the creature that Gabriel had shown him. As soon as Michael asked, Gabriel was standing next to him with his hand extended. "Give me your sword." The angel said. And so Michael did, the result becoming antlers of course, more formidable, fiercely wielded, but still non lethal all the same. Michael was so impressed by this creation, that he determined that whatever some people would call them, that somewhere in the world they would be remembered  by how Michael felt about them so that he would never forget this lesson. That is how some came to know them as "deer". Michael was always big on word games of one type or another, especially when it came to phonetics.
 
One thing was always becoming apparent. That neither righteousness nor mercy could live long without the other. This, because in one way or another they always sacrificed for one another. And even if this was not precisely the meaning nor the purpose of love, it remained the proof of love's existence.  
 
 
End Chapter Thirteen

Tuesday, October 9, 2007

Chemtrails, Nukes and News

 Does Congress Have A Nuke to It's Head?

 
As always, any lull in chemtrail activity comes to an abrupt end whenever I post to my blog. To be clear, that's not at all the reason that my posts here have been far less frequent, it's just that I haven't had much to say that isn't being said by people with many more readers, and I've been trying to catch up a little on my private life. It's already difficult because I'm already disabled. All of these efforts to undermine my freedom are precisely how I ended up disabled, and they make my condition worse at any and every opportunity.
 
Generally speaking, the chemtrails appear the day after I post anything here, especially if it's very critical or revealing about the Bush administration or related stories such as information concerning MKULTRA, then the chemtrails seem to return with a vengeance. They appear at other times as well and seem to run in conjunction with other efforts to undermine my happiness, all of which are conducted through their illegal surveillance. I suppose that it's difficult for people to understand that current technologies make it possible for me to have zero privacy from the people who wish to hobble my life in such a way that would make me a virtual slave to them if I ever capitulated to their demands. I suspect that this has already happened to an enormous amount of people of all kinds including people in the government and in the press. My circumstances are different because I made them so. Unfortunately this has quite routinely put me at the center of a tug of war between powers.
 
There is a lot that I could say about all of these things, but which I would say off the record because I would be unable to immediately document the information. That is, I could make a lot of truly seemingly incredible claims, but just wouldn't have the proof on hand to back them up. So I try to stick with those things that are well documented or obvious enough, at least until people get a little more up to speed with what has happened to our nation, and to the world.  The other thing is that I try not to speak to matters about which I don't consider myself to be adequately expert. My one saving grace as a blog journalist is that I have a great deal of inside knowledge about MKULTRA and no fewof it's projects. Some days I feel as though I'm making a real difference. Some days I think that I know what it must have been like to be Ann Frank. But taken on the whole the political landscape has changed quite dramatically over the last year. And I bear in mind a phenomena that I've thought about for decades. Whenever the news looks bad things are getting better. Whenever the news looks good things are getting worse. This because most likely, good news just means that we have no news, and bad news means that at least changes are in the works. I'm happy to say that when I began my time as an unofficial NASA/CIA analyst that news analysis was only natural for me. I'd always been fascinated with journalism.
 
At any rate, I still photograph the chemtrails so as to document them, though really, if you've seen one sky filled with chemicals you've pretty much seen them all. But I do think it important to document chemtrail activity. Chemtrails are known to be exotic weapons, and every time they are used for any purpose against a population it is a crime. And each incident a separate count of that crime, whether or not the chemtrails caused harmful physical effects or were part of a campaign to psychologically harass and intimidate witnesses. What may not make sense to many readers at this point is why these illegal powers haven't already dominated the world in such ways, but as I said, there are other powers. Those are the ones that I wish that I could speak to, but I'll wait until more proof is available. It's one thing to know something and another thing entirely to be able to prove it. Fortunately things are becoming so blatantly obvious now, things which a few short years ago would have seemed unimaginable to a majority of people, that telling the truth about all of this just gets easier and easier. I'm convinced that changing minds is as much about hard wiring as having opinions and that it simply takes time for people to begin to embrace profound changes in thinking. Including their opinions. For example, I wish that people in Congress worried as little about the Bush administration's nuke games as I did. I just would be at a loss as to how to explain to them why they shouldn't take that every bit as seriously as I once did.
 
Thanks to all of my regular readers for not giving up on me when I've been a little slack about presenting something new. The next installment of The Mindstorm Chronicles just needs to be proof read and I've put it off for too long, my apologies for that, it should be appearing here some time this week.

Sunday, October 7, 2007

Letter to Carter Center

The following is a copy of the e-mail that I sent earlier today to the Carter Center. Anyone interested is invited to send a copy to the Carter Center to help ensure it's arrival, or a copy to their representative in Congress letting them know that they should hear from mind control victims. 
 
 
Tony Clark
Jimmy Carter Center
Office of Public Affairs
 
Paul J. Norton
<Address Redacted>
 
Dear Mr. Clark,
 
It has come to my attention that you have an interest in hearing from individuals who have been targeted with direct energy mind control technologies, I am such an individual and have suffered from both these weapons and illegal surveillance for twenty plus years. The persons who are behind this grievous violation of my rights, civil and human, have repeatedly attempted to keep me from disclosing to anyone either the nature or the details of these abuses.  
 
In an attempt to raise public and governmental awareness I have published a blog which contains much of my individual story, please see the earliest articles if you are interested in those specifics. At my blog I have published an open letter to Congress stating that I would be willing to testify  to Congress under oath. The duration of my victimization would, conceivably, make me something of an expert witness.
 
Allow me also to take this opportunity to thank you for your work on behalf of the many victims of these dark technologies.
 
The aforementioned blog may be found here:
 
 
If for any reason you would like to contact me by phone, my number is <redacted>. If you should find that my line is frequently busy please be advised that I have only one phone line and spend a lot of time online. It may be more convenient for you to arrange a time to call via e-mail.
 
 
Very Truly Yours,
Paul J. Norton
<e-mail redacted>

 

Wednesday, October 3, 2007

American Terrorists?

The Nazis Become Uber Desperate
 
The Blackwater story linked below reeks to high heaven. Just as Blackwater gets into a ton of trouble they make a grand stand show of how necessary they are. The first thing that came to my mind was the well known phenomenon of fire fighters who turn arsonists in order to become heroes. It sounds like a setup to me. Which would mean they're uber desperate.
 
 
 
The fires that were set in women's bathrooms also seem to be part of a desperate ploy to intimidate and terrorize Congress. What's more is that such events are part of MKULTRA/CIA speak. Translating such events is rather subjective since they're only suggestive. But among other things the number four is used as a reference to the four major Nazi families. After that, it can be used for a code meaning simply "no". And the reason that people should listen when Nazi families say no is that they intend to get their revenge in ways that are suggestive. That is, they intend to commit acts of terrorism to let people know how they feel about things. In MKULTRA speak, they seem to be having issues with the media, hence the fires were set in bathrooms. While any or all of it is suggestive, such as that they may intend to use arson, blackmail, or mind control technologies, you can be sure that it doesn't suggest anything good.
 
Interpretation of such things is rather subjective, which is how it's meant to be. It's not like alpha numeric codes of the past, it's more of an art form. They teach it to analysts, and then intimidate the analysts with the same form of metaphorological encoding which they cause to occur in actual events. For this they employ types of numerology and "new speak" of their very own meant to disable critical thinking, but able still to convey the terrorist message they wish to relay. And it's not unlike the earlier assault on congress where feces were found. Basically it says "enough of your sh!te".  Yes, I know, it's all quite insane, and quite desperate. Remember that the people in charge have mind controlled themselves into their own delusional thinking.