“Regina Dugan, head of Motorola Advanced Technology & Projects and the former director of DARPA, exhibited some of the projects the company is working on. She showed a wearable, electronic tattoo that could be used for user authentication, as well as a pill with a small chip inside and a battery, from a company called Proteus, that creates a signal in the body and the entire body becomes an authentication token. "That becomes my first superpower," Dugan said. "We aren't shipping this right way.”
George is a closet Satanist, so not a big surprise. THats his first amendment I guess.
originally posted by: windword
a reply to: revolution2016
I don't know about Gremlins 2, but I do know that it's common knowledge that George Lucas used standard mythological figures and tranformational themes in his Star Wars Trilogy..
some people seem to 'not understand' what all this stuff means together
In 1994, the Strategic Studies Institute (SSI) of the US Army War College (Carlisle
Barracks, Pennsylvania) produced a paper entitled, The Revolution in Military
Affairs and Conflict Short of War' . In the paper, the authors propose that, 'Many
American strategic thinkers believe that we are in the beginning stages of a (sic)
historical revolution in military affairs (RMA). This will not only change the nature
of warfare, but also alter the global geopolitical balance.'
This revolution is not only strategic. It is also fundamentally technological.
'Sensor technology, robotics, nonlethal weapons, and intelligence
meshes will be used in combating terrorism, counteracting
narcotrafficking, and peace operations. These technologies, along
with stimulator training and unmanned aerial vehicles, will also be
useful in insurgency and counterinsurgency. '
The authors of the SSI paper recommend ongoing research, analysis and debate
on a number of topics including, Technology designed specifically for conflict
short of war, especially psychological, biological, and defensive technology.'
They also suggest that, as 'large numbers of Americans may find themselves in
areas of instability and conflict', such individuals might benefit from being
'equipped with an electronic position locator device (PLD). The device, derived
from the electronic bracelet used to control some criminal offenders or parolees,
would continually inform a central data bank of the individuals' locations.
Eventually, such a device could be implanted under the skin...'
The paper also openly declares that, 'Behaviour modification is a key component
of peace enforcement,' and that '"Soft kill" systems can play a key role.'
Furthermore, with regard to counterinsurgency, 'Greatly improved intelligence
gathering and fusion is a primary component of the RMA, and proposed
information warfare capabilities might be ideally suited for helping develop desired
emotions, attitudes or behaviour.'
The authors recognise that, The use of new technology may also run counter to
basic American values', and that, 'Deception, while frequently of great military or
political value, is thought of as somehow "un-American".'
Due to this fact, and also that the majority of Americans may find the use of many
of the emerging technologies 'morally difficult', the authors conclude that the
military might consider that American values and attitudes thus form significant
constraints on full use of emerging technology, at least in anything short of a
perceived war for national survival.'
The central premise of the paper is that:
'In its purest sense, revolution brings change that is permanent,
fundamental, and rapid. The basic premise of the revolution in
military affairs (RMA) is simple: throughout history, warfare usually
developed in an evolutionary fashion, but occasionally ideas and
inventions combined to propel dramatic and decisive change. This
not only affected the application of military force, but often altered the
geopolitical balance in favour of those who mastered the new form of
warfare. The stakes of military revolution are thus immense...'
With such 'immense' stakes, might the military have felt the need to covertly foster
revolution in order to bring about the change necessary to make the use of new
weapons and technologies less 'morally difficult' for the American people? The
paper leaves the reader in little doubt that the answer to this question is resolutely
affirmative, for the paper declares:
'Overcoming these constraints to make RMA in conflict short of war
would require fundamental changes in the United States - an ethical
and political revolution may be necessary to make a military revolution.'
The authors then declare that, rather than being limited by 'constraints and
countermeasures', 'there is another alternative: we could deliberately engineer a
comprehensive revolution, seeking utter transformation rather than simply an
expeditious use of new technology.'
Have the opening moves of such a revolution already been played? Is the
American national security establishment already at war with its own citizens (and
those of other 'civilised' nations) in order to coerce them to accept the formerly
unacceptable by means of 'the manipulation of images, beliefs, attitudes, and
perceptions' , that is, psychological warfare? Once again, the reader is left with
little doubt that the answer to this question is a resolute YES.
The authors write that to achieve a 'Revolution in Military Affairs', the Army must
fully recognise that psychological technology is of much greater importance than
'Ways must be found to use emerging technology, including
advanced artificial intelligence and information dissemination
systems, to help military strategists develop, implement, and
continually improve methods of influencing opinion, mobilising public
support, and sometimes demobilising it. '
Eric Harris, 18, outlined his plans a year before he and 17-year-old Dylan Klebold carried out the April 1999 attack. The entries quoted are here verbatim, including numerous misspellings, although obscenities have been edited. "If by some wierd as s--t luck my and V survive and escape we will move to some island somewhere or maybe mexico, new zelend or some exotic place where americans cant get us. if there isnt such a place, then we will hijack a hell of a lot of bombs and crash a plane into NYC with us inside iring away as we go down," Harris wrote.
Each of us must move through enormous personal fear to imagine a nemesis that would be capable of sociopathic behavior on this grandiose a scale. Ordinary people could never get themselves caught up in such a huge, murderous lie and still be able to put their kids to bed at night. It is terrifying to imagine a government creating a self-inflicted wound of this scope and magnitude in order to attempt to install a military dictatorship and martial law.
Just twelve months before 9/11, the neoconservatives publicly revealed, in writing, that they needed a “catastrophic and catalyzing event—like a new Pearl Harbor” to advance their agenda. Then, on May 25, 2001, the movie Pearl Harbor was released nationwide. It was the most expensive movie ever made—with a budget of $140 million. Pearl Harbor was a very popular film, grossing $200 million in the domestic box office and $450 million worldwide. Everyone was viscerally reminded that America had suffered a terrorist attack that immediately triggered a world war and a mandatory draft. Three months and seventeen days later, the next Pearl Harbor occurred.
In September 2000, the neoconservatives published a document entitled “Project for a New American Century: Rebuilding America’s Defenses.” You can still download the PDF from the organization’s website at the time of this writing, March 2013. Scroll down to page 51 and you will read the following: “Further, the process of transformation [to this New American Century], even if it brings revolutionary change, is likely to be a long one, absent some catastrophic and catalyzing event—like a new Pearl Harbor.”
This document clearly outlines that the neoconservatives needed a “new Pearl Harbor”—a “catastrophic and catalyzing event”—to transform the United States into what they were calling the New American Century. A big-budget movie like Pearl Harbor could have been designed to inspire the nation to militarize after suffering such a huge terrorist attack and join the new world war in the Middle East, if the other Arab countries had joined the fight to defend Iraq and Afghanistan. One of my most deeply placed “insiders” told me the following about this document: “David, hardly anyone really understands what they meant when they said ‘New American Century.’ They wanted to create a whole new age in which they had total, dictatorial control over the earth—and no longer needed to hide who they are or what they are doing.”
Let’s not forget that Prescott Bush and other Cabal associates wanted to overthrow the US government in 1933 and create a fascist regime modeled on the principles of Hitler and Mussolini. They continued covertly financing Hitler through World War II—and got away with it. They transferred the best Nazi scientists to the United States immediately after Hitler was defeated—and got away with it. Prescott’s own grandson was president of the United States during 9/11. During the Bush administration, the Cabal systematically followed the “Ten Steps to Fascism” identified by journalist Naomi Wolf. Hitler used the same ten steps to establish his own dictatorship in Germany. Even the new Department of Homeland Security was very similar to Hitler’s description of Germany as the Fatherland. These historical facts give us legitimate reasons to consider that the Cabal may have had a vested interest in creating a new Pearl Harbor event to bring about major changes to government and society.
What I was seeing was but the smallest part of a parasitic matrix that had always harvested my energy, its perpetual suction a hidden, insidious taxation of my every pulse of life energy. Now the web simply flowed around me, steering clear of the blue light that was, for it, a potent toxin. My awareness of the web, and the blue light I was emanating, had freed me, however temporarily, from the parasitic network.
Now that it wasn’t attached to me, I could gaze more calmly at this alien life form. I realized that I was seeing that which it is not permitted to see, a hidden matrix underlying the surface appearance of the world. What I observed was just a tiny fragment of the vast and hungry web that enclosed Old Terra, the predatory, parasite-riddled realm that I inhabited with seven billion of my brothers and sisters.
With my thoughts, the vision shifted to show me images of the human condition in a parasitic world. I saw so many of my fellow humans going about their day gazing downward, many with broken spirits. Above their bent heads was a dark, coagulated sky. Flowing and undulating all around them, and through them, was this insidious and invisible web, the parasite matrix. Their bodies were not moving through free space, but a latticework of hungry filaments that were a hidden taxation and dark influence on their every thought and emotion. While I stood, for the moment, freed from the matrix, they lived on the surface of a parasitic brain whose tendrils sucked hungrily at the sweet ethers of their suffering. All their fear, pain, hatred, jealousy, addictive passions and lethargic indulgences fed this dark brain.
The shadow portal was giving me forbidden knowledge, and although part of me wanted to cringe from the horror of it, I also felt it was an inescapable duty to go further. As I stood there on the mesa, a new vision flickered into my mind. I saw the gleaming Twin Towers of the World Trade Center, buildings I had visited when I was a child. I knew that this was early on the morning of September 11, 2001. It was a beautiful, late-summer day of sunshine and blue skies. The Towers were still perfectly intact, and people were going about their business. But the latticework of invisible filaments surrounding them was in a state of extreme excitement and accelerated growth. Massing and swarming around the Twin Towers was an increasing density of pulsating nerve tissue. As I watched, as the seconds to the first impact ticked down, I saw the towers become a mass of hungry black vines—-the axons and dendrites of the parasitic brain that was sprouting shoots of suctioning tissue to this particular place and time. It knew what was coming—a great, exploding feast of terror about to erupt.
And then I saw the horror of its living puppet show. Axons and dendrites of its will and ravenous hunger were wired into the puppet brains of people in the cockpit of the plane so that the parasitic brain actually looked out at the gleaming towers through the eyes of its puppets. The towers gleamed in its ravenous mind. It craved with sexual frenzy to rupture those towers, to pop them, to tear into them like a starving, rabid bear tearing into hives full of golden honey. The honey it craved was shock, fear, horror and all the blood—blood vaporizing in the fiery combustion of exploding jet fuel. There was honey within the towers, but also sweet ethers of human suffering flowing toward them as the world’s attention focused on this eruption of terror. Hungry tendrils sucked greedily at the calorically rich harvest of suffering. The collapse of each tower was a vampiric orgasm, a suctioning implosion of ravenous feeding that shivered and pulsated throughout the parasitic matrix.
And then I caught a glimpse of her, hidden in some boundary place between dimensions was Viealetta, the queen of the parasite matrix. I saw her as a huge albino arachnid clinging to a vibrating nexus where all the webs converged. The red antennae around Viealetta’s bulbous head were erect and vibrating at a high pitch and she was silently screaming in orgasmic ecstasy as each tower collapsed. My whole being trembled as I beheld the godhead of evil, the face of the planetary parasite, the Medusa, whose hair of snakes was some early vision of Viealetta.
Before the Medusa could paralyze me with dread, my vision pulled back and I felt the influence of the Vehrillion Sapphire Elemental. Its cobalt blue depths brought calm and penetrating clarity. Intuition suffused my perception, a sense of deeper pattern and process. I perceived that the parasitic brain was being exposed by its ravenous greed and need for vampiric orgasm. The host was awakening. The insidious suction of its web, once cloaked in shadows, was being revealed, at least to a few.
But there was something more to see. I saw a man with dark eyes looking out of the window of a high office tower. He was a man of great wealth and power, but his spirit was shriveled and his bodily tissues soured. He was dying of a metastasizing cancer, and yet his mind was still focused on power and cruel strategies. I saw that Viealetta communicated to him through wispy, smoke-like tendrils whispering in the background of his mind.
From another angle of vision, I saw that his body had spinnerets where his genitals, stomach, heart and mouth should be. Silently, the spinnerets were emitting axons and dendrites of parasitic nerve tissue flowing out into the larger world.
Vision shifted again. I saw a stream of people walking on a busy city street. The vision was cinematic, but in an almost clichéd way. I saw several blocks of people walking on a large and busy city street. Their hazy outlines, which were highlighted by the rays of a morning sun, seemed to be compacted by telephoto compression. The next vantage was a shift to both slow motion and wide-angle perspective, so that looming individual people, each of them casting an elongated shadow, floated down the street.
I saw that each of them had spinnerets under their clothing emitting dark filaments of nerve tissue into the surrounding atmosphere. Tendrils of smoky thought forms whispered at the edges of their minds promoting their own dark thoughts. And these thoughts, conventionally seen as interior, individual occurrences, were actually an organic latticework engulfing the planet. The spinnerets transmitted, but also, like transceiver antennae, they received, and pulsated with currents running through the global brain. The global currents they both received and transmitted controlled the dark threads erupting from their spinnerets.
The human species had been made into organs of this parasitic brain. We had been repurposed to generate the dark tissue that fed off of us and entrapped us. All who followed the dark whispers were strengthening the parasitic web.
My mind wanted to recoil in horror from these alien perceptions, but they lasted for only a few moments and then the strangeness stabilized, and I found myself in a vast domed space, a space of alien intelligence that was computing and processing reality as continuously transforming hyper-dimensional geometric forms. I had this implicit sense that the domed space was a kind of diplomatic embassy that was translating the higher thinking of alien species to form complex treaties that helped to structure the cosmos. A parallelism had occurred. The vision I experienced had a parallel in Viealetta. A translation process was being computed in a language of hyper-dimensional geometric forms. My part of the translation was being rendered into a series of impersonal, but comprehensible thought forms that unfolded in my mind.
Viealetta was part of a precisely engineered species of hyper-dimensional parasites necessary to the structure of the cosmos. From her perspective, her lifecycle had been interrupted, and she persisted in a state of illness and frustration unable to thrive, multiply or metamorphose into something that could. The lifecycle of her host species, Homo sapiens, had gone in a direction that diminished both species. Archparasites are careful never to kill their hosts, but the webs that she wove, and novel developments in Homo sapiens, had created unexpected emergent effects that destabilized a carefully tuned and balanced ecosystem to the detriment of host and parasite. A treaty and possible solution had been calculated. A sufficiently evolved elf, allowed to pass through the portal back to Old Terra could act as a catalyst, a seed crystal that might reconfigure lifecycle patterns to alter the diminished outcome. Outcomes could not be precisely known because some Homo sapiens had a degree of free will that made them mutagenic, wild card variables, the effect of which could not be calculated.
A visual thought form was presented. A cauldron was bubbling slowly with putrefying and ill-formed organic fluids. It was a crucible of stagnation that had lost the spark of life, a failed experiment. A seed crystal dropped into this cauldron before it had devolved into terminal putrefaction could have a number of unknown effects. The purer the elf seed crystal, the more likely it was to trigger mutagenic and catalytic alterations. Viealetta would permit such a seed crystal to pass through the portal, but she would also be allowed to use any means short she deemed necessary to test prospective seed crystals for flaws before she allowed them through.
If the process worked, if the stagnant equilibrium could be transformed and undergo a certain metamorphosis, it was possible that both species might be able to fulfill their lifecycles.
There was a shift in the thought forms unfolding in my mind. I understood that a translation process was occurring, and Viealetta’s perspective was being translated into a form I could comprehend.
Viealetta wanted to be freed from the lair she had burrowed into the planet of the elves. This lair had become a prison for her, a place of famine and illness, an entombed sterility and stagnation in which she could she persist indefinitely in a state of hunger and frustration, but would never thrive, multiply or complete her lifecycle. She realized that no matter what thought forms she managed to implant here and there in the minds of vulnerable elves, her ability to infiltrate this species would never be sufficient for her purposes. No spell that she wove could ever blind the elves to her existence. They would never allow the deep fermentation necessary to make them digestible. And even if they did, their numbers were too few to be more than a taste that only whetted appetite without hope of satiety. This was why Viealetta would allow a seed crystal in the form of an elf to pass through her portal. But if the seed crystal were flawed, she would devour it and wait for another.
A possible solution had been calculated, defined and accepted. The translation ceased, as the parameters of the treaty had been clarified for both parties. If the seed crystal intervention worked, three species—Homo sapiens, the elves, and the hive organism of which Viealetta was queen, would all benefit. Across the domed space, I sensed that the mind of Viealetta had absorbed all the information into the hungry bone labyrinths of her mind.