Moving On With Ken Bakeman Over Christmas

Christmas and Ken

I had planned to release this on New Year’s Eve, at the central point of the twelve days of Christmas. Not being a believer of miracles, I fail to see why any new year will bring in an extra-special bout of happiness. The feature, marked by resolutions, seems a better summary of the human condition, which is to put off much needed enterprises until the very last minute. The season is a bringer of hope and dreams though. Of course, it is hard enough to write Christmassy articles on paranormal themes, but throw in an extra-terrestrial twist and an author pretty much broaches the impossible. When festive paranormal themes do crop up, they tend to cultivate dark or menacing forebodings in ironic reaction to expectant joy. Look at Scrooge in “A Christmas Carol”. Powerful, but hardly food for mirth and merriment, except thank goodness Charles Dickens left us with a poignant happy ending to that, otherwise dire, tale. Was “tiny Tim’s” permanent disability a metaphor aimed at society?

In my ongoing quest to find Ken Bakeman, I have no happy ending. It is still possible to buy his book I am led to believe, so one presumes he or an agent close to him handles his affairs. Even so there has been no concrete evidence of him since his sudden and unwarranted disappearance a few years back. As a fellow author, I know the streets are not paved with gold for anyone writing about exo-political affairs. This has not dinted the will of his supporters at all. Whether Ken has dropped out of the business disillusioned by the lack of riches or something untoward or paranormal has happened, the madding hoards keep pressing.

Statistically my post “Where is the Enigmatic Ken Bakeman?” is the most viewed on this website (according to WordPress statistics). I did create another topical website using the Wix engine not too long ago, mainly as an alternative to WordPress. Prior feedback from followers here posited my articles were too long for competent attention, so I wanted to test and measure the response to pocket-sized entries. Unfortunately the plan backfired as I would have to pay for statistical data from Wix. Having no intention of investing financially, I cannot say whether the project has been a roaring success or an unmitigated disaster.

Has the Mob “Disappeared” Him?

I won’t dwell on Ken’s disappearance. I gave my opinions before. Those basic considerations haven’t changed. There are certainly at least three living individuals named “Kenneth Bakeman” aged 60-ish, currently residing in the US. No other articles more recent than my last one show up on Google. The die-hard quest for Ken may continue resolutely, but it seems I am the only information giver dutifully concentrating on that cause of late.

Christmas precedes the New Year and, traditionally speaking, New Years are all about moving on. That is why many people pretend to make radical resolutions in front of love ones and associates. How many smokers that promised to give up ended up smoking more? Ah well, they will always have the next year’s resolution. I am not a smoker and I keep all resolutions I promote. Therefore, this year is time to move on with Ken Bakeman. Unless something miraculous happens on Google, this may be closure. Mind you, I haven’t read his book, but information of that quality and quantity could foster miracles from a mind like mine. Could I turn his legacy into “Ken Bakeman plus”?

An “Above Average” Website

Many people have perhaps flocked to my website in the premature expectation I might be him. The paranormal is strange enough to permit a weird, freaky, messed up transmogrification event; an event where Ken might sort of, I don’t know, morph into my body. The bad news is it hasn’t happened and I should know, because I am pretty fond of this body. If Ken had somehow sneaked in using his magic hocus-pocus stuff, I’d have been straight on it. Wham, promise! Also, readers will never need to read on too long to realise I ain’t no Ken Bakeman, nor ever will I be. He has a rough, earthy, jocular style that sings like one of those old vinyls. You could imagine him being read on the radio by a gravel throated veteran jock. He’s the combination of Mickey Spillane and Twin Peaks on the twilight zone.

There’s a kind of “I see dead people” quality about Ken. He may not deliver as well as Haley Joel Osment in Sixth Sense, but there is still something gutturally compelling about his style. And those great gravures of his make him the trademark he is. In fact, the visual component of his legacy is probably more inspiring than his writings to many. Without the pictures, his writings would have lost the limelight and flopped in my opinion. He would be “unknown” today, but he wouldn’t have flopped because of poor writing. Far from it; but he would have struggled to capture the inspiration of the few that bother to read at all. Relative illiteracy is one of the great modern symptomatic social ills, arguably the consequence of the video age. People’s attention spans have diminished to such a degree that mostly only cute cardboard memes or action cartoons are deemed “intellectually bearable” to the point of considered comprehension.  The way things are heading, all books of the future will have to be “pop up” to gain any worthy readership. It goes without saying; current would-be-authors are advised to provide at least one salacious picture for every small packed block of text.

The Posthumous Funeral

A follower of mine recently confessed the opinion that his great idol was dead. If this is true, Ken had died quietly. We live in an age where beliefs are greater than truth. Videos and other calculated devices harness whims and turn them into reality. They make fantasy live. Through merit of belief, whether Ken has survived rumour and speculation is largely arbitrary. Belief is greater than truth and if the “belief is” he is dead then it must be so, whether true or not. In fact this style of, dare I say, reasoning has been exacerbated by “science”. Now experiments are not about discovering the truth. Rather they seek to “confirm” suspicions, no matter how ridiculous and clearly errant. There is an entire movement determined to disprove 3D object reality under the reinvented auspices of Aristotle’s “flat Earth”.

I have been known to use a tongue-in-cheek moon analogy from time to time. Were Earth astronauts to have actually walked on the moon, they must have met with red and black dragons. Of course my educated readers will instinctively cry foul. You “know” what I’ve said is preposterous; red and black dragons on the moon? Of all things! There is a mile long paper chain detailing the astronauts’ numerous trips to the celestial body and at least one government sponsored film of the surface landing. It would also be ridiculous to say mythical creatures live there, particularly when any sane individual can see from Mars “evidence” that all extra-terrestrial life forms are identically similar to ones found on Earth.

Actually that’s the fantasy. The truth is numerous aspersions of doubt have been cast on all moon visitations. The movie(s) has attracted volumes of critics. None of the glaring anomalies have been scientifically explained well enough by authorities, as many have been countered with generalities or incompatible modelling comparisons. Conclusively, therefore, until proven otherwise, the “moon films” were produced on Earth, perhaps even by Stanley Kubrick. Reasoning for the subterfuge might vary. Perhaps the astronauts went to the moon but found the possibility of landing and/or filming impossible, or maybe the boffins miscalculated and transmissions generated a signal too poor for uninterrupted television streaming. Alternatively, the planners may have figured the whole project was a disaster waiting to happen, so staged the whole thing in the interests of much more effective “PR”.  That would be fine, but why were the moon rocks fakes too?

Teach a NASA New Tricks

NASA has been very much dragged under the spotlight by the way they have handled the moon landings criticisms, more too by the way they have irrationally tried to deflect criticism. At times their responses have been so garbled they could only be judged as gibberish; hardly a good image builder for the supposed greatest science agency – ever. Rather amusingly I often feel they have gone one better than a [channelled] reptilian philosopher (who will confidently spew seemed utter nonsense to human logic). For prosperity “Never A Straight Answer” has been the NASA’s posthumous accolade with some critical thinkers viewing it as the single most ineptly corrupt of all government agencies. Mars invites scrutiny. NASA sponsored the rover; new tricks by the same old dogs? Given the moon evidence, the only question that needs asking is “where on Earth”? Perhaps high up on the Rocky Mountains (given the terrain) is favourable, but other fingers point to uncharted Antarctica. When life forms “discovered on Mars” are consistently Earth like, the evidence dictates that they all originate from Earth.

Given that the strong consensus (amongst thinkers) is the moon landings were fraudulent and the astronauts never ventured from Earth, I am perfectly at liberty to believe red and black dragons reside there. Once I attract other believers in great enough quantity I can equally turn fantasy into reality, but only while the moon is out of circulation, undiscovered. As soon as the spotlight is shone on the moon, the truth is known, then dragons will either exist in truth or they won’t. By that token, the consideration Ken Bakeman is no more is fantasy. The truth is there is no visible public domain evidence to validate his life or death status other than records of various individuals named “Kenneth Bakeman” that show up on American community censuses; at least three around his supposed age.

One of the advantages of fantasy null existence is prosperous historic legitimacy. Reasoning and logic pertaining to “why” goes a long way to cleansing authenticity, providing all angles are considered and effectively factored into pragmatic equations. Ken has disappeared for a number of years. One logical conclusion as to “why?” is he is deceased. Though myopic in reasoning as no one that isn’t intimately connected to him knows, it is “open and shut”, unlike the moon landings (i.e. the biggest common problem with them and Mars rover footage is nothing was filmed that “couldn’t have been” on Earth). We have no Ken, therefore he’s dead, but does that delineation apply to NASA’s evidence? Extra-terrestrial life forms are always “Earth like”? Might that satisfy logic by any stretch? I think not. Moon rocks allegedly collected as evidence may as well have come from Earth. There were no noteworthy artefacts or anomalies. All that can be said is considerable time and effort was devoted to spinning egregious propaganda determining all sorts of “possibilities” from what amounts to a container load of trash.  I don’t want to apply similar cooked logic about Ken.

Earth-like Moons, Martians and Morons

If the approach was sincere from the start, outcomes would have been very different for NASA. Maybe the moon landings were a great private secret not for public attention. Maybe for some reason NASA decided they wouldn’t film one of those five miles high glassine structures on the moon. Perhaps they were defended. Maybe the astronauts couldn’t find any. Perhaps they weren’t allowed to. Nevertheless, in respect to the “Mars expedition”, why none of the eye catching pyramids (or the “face”) was deemed worth looking at close up and personal defies lateral comprehension. Wouldn’t a rational space agency check those out first? Are they similar, identical to the ones on Earth? If so, what are their origins? Did Martians come to Earth? It is almost as though NASA tried to select the perfect “nothing to see here” place for the rover to survey, which does add weight to the argument that the whole enterprise is a big ol’ heap of phoney baloney.

Ken Bakeman writes (I will not be convinced he’s deceased until I see hard evidence) vividly and I do too. We write differently though. No one could confuse our styles by any stretch of the imagination. He is the jocular, robust storyteller and I am the “odd” philosopher. Everything about Ken is gritty and real even if it isn’t. Everything about me is surreal even when I discuss something tangible. People talk of a delivered “power” in my writing style. “I couldn’t write like that”, snapped one critic (implying I was a total freak and therefore “illegitimate”). From the little I have read, Ken never challenges belief systems. He manufactures them (rather endorsing Jim Elucid’s “character’s write” opinion). A bitter adversary of mine once angrily challenged, “Do you take the reverse position on everything?”

Born Again Christians

In my formative years, as I was growing up, I occasionally encountered born again Christians. They (I was told by my peers and teachers) believed in the “fundamental word of God”. Although this judgement of them turned out to be an exaggeration, I did notice they followed certain ancient, mostly biblical, texts as mesmerised parrots. Someone had told them ancient folklore was the unrequited word of God and, as an authority, it was unchallengeable. Although, upon inspection of the detail, beliefs invariably followed enigmatic lay preachers “inspiration”. Closer scrutiny of these inspirational nuggets showed an undeniable selectiveness as to which of the many “God’s words” available to them were “worthy of repeat focus”. But that was good enough for them, the believers, and, as nice people as they were; nothing would challenge their over particular “expectations”.  I call this conditioned denial syndrome the fundamentalist gene now.

Today I see more fundamentalist gene types than ever before. There are not only Christians. All religions cultivate faithless followers. In fact none actually believe, in truth. They buy particular appealing fantasies and symptomatically profess atheism unconvincingly. The religious have all the hallmarks of atheism overlaid by crafted dogma remotely reflecting whimsical Gods. The disorder has provided endless material for numerous articles of mine. Where to begin? Try “The Great Society Paradox – Action That Defies Principled Beliefs” or “A Modern Day “Love Cult” Assumes Detracting Truths Are Heresy” for starters. Specifically tackling vanity, I even wrote a weighty piece here amply titled, “What is Harmony?”

Ken, Me and Pseudo-Truths

With so much fluff being passed off as pseudo-truth, can the same accusation be levelled at Ken or me? If I might step up to the chopping block first and were my earlier highlighted enemy’s “anti-everything” criticism-evaluation of me to be taken seriously, then reflectively the world would seem very different to “what it is” if my reckoning was used as the benchmark. Let us take the standardised view of gravity, which assumes magnetism of matter creates a drag effect. I say this is nonsense because, if it was the case, the drag effect of giant mountains would be sufficient for us to traverse sheer cliff faces. Assuming the around 200 miles per hour standardised “free fall” speed of unhampered objects crashing to earth is correct, I also challenge the concept that postulates things burn up in our atmosphere. I say the notion is actually preposterous. No friction is experience by sky divers (who, incidentally, oddly feel a great weight on the back in descent) from mile high drops. If asteroids’ “melt” as theorised, I say even high board divers would heat up in some way. Correct understanding of the dynamics of the forces that are responsible for Earth’s gravitational effect would show that only the very smallest space rocks are able to penetrate our atmosphere.

Therefore, putting everything to the test, I do regularly offer almost the diametric opposite of the “mainstream view” where the truth isn’t plainly unavoidable. “The sky is blue today” is an unavoidable truth when the sky is blue. No one, not even the mainstream, can argue it is magenta, sea green or puce without impairing the vision. “Why” the sky is blue is a different debate, but that will have to wait a future entry. More importantly, as the mainstream seems (upon reflection) wholly committed to the manufacture of non-reality, it begs for a much needed showdown. Here we encounter what can only be described as a deliberate manipulation of societies “for profit” and the cultivation of unaware manageable slaves. Beyond the insistence that individuals’ turn up for work and follow a basic [debatably] “moral” code, society is encouraged to behave irresponsibly in wilfully ill-spirited fashion. People are groomed to follow “look after number one” diktat which preserves the food source (corporate employer) in spite of the body.

My articles are mostly very long but always very clear on meanings and reasons. I cover enormous historic periods with enterprising authority. Messages don’t deviate except when I’m correcting myself. Be it there are giant gaps, voids between eras and eons, there is still a high level of overall congruity. My “snapshots” of the Anunaki, Dragons, Pteroids, Ciakars do not vary. Though histories don’t directly lead into each other, they are explained relatively “in context”. My strange history of man, the alternative end to Atlantis and even the definition of what “Atlantis” is/was (i.e. Martian origins, resettling almost the entire [what is now] northern hemisphere on Earth) are written by one that seems to have “remembered” it. Some have commented on the fact. I don’t make this stuff up. Reflectively, memories may be selective, but they are also secure (when coming from a place of honesty).

Unexplained Unconventional Memories

Ken Bakeman goes through the exact same routine differently, of course. For one, his memory is in the moment. It is vivid but there; proto reality. Everyone can empathise with this, because he relays experiences as they are perceived. The reader lives the fantasy. Ken is Kirk, Bones and Spock on the Enterprise; new lands, characters and exciting creatures await every fresh instalment. Anyone who has read anything by Arthur C Clarke or thumbed “The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe” by C. S. Lewis will have been transported to like vividness. J. M. Barrie’s “Peter Pan” brings material to the immaterial at a place called “Neverland”. Narnia, Wonderland, Neverland are all fantasy realms; the imagination brought to life, would-be reality made real.

Therefore, even in the most outlandishly misleading fiction, truth actually hovers remotely, ever teasing the conscience, perhaps under will of the enterprisingly effervescent. Some people have the gift of tuning into this effervescence; “seeing” without eyes if you will. The technique is called different things: clairvoyance, channelling, divining, soothsaying, prophesising. There are numerous words, but all refer to the same basic process. Discrepancies occur in the numerous routes or paths to truth.  These lionise perspective to such a degree that one truth might appear so different to the alternative view (of the same truth) that accounts would be judged as direct “opposites”. One person says the glass is more or less empty and the other claims it is more or less full. Who to believe?

A good example is the way I perceive the intellectual Venusian Mantids compared with Niki Reinert’s spiritual versions (I outline the outlandish differences here). Would the humble house fly view humans as unconscionable “monsters” given the lack of inter-social cooperation? Honestly, I don’t think they would give any of us “spiritual beings” a very good reference in front of the Creator. There is an underlying energy that consumes everything that is and this gives away these connections. Insects have an uncanny knack of picking up on it. To give an example, years ago, I lived on a first floor apartment and sensed tiny German cockroaches were transmitting welcome to me. A mild, telepathic “we love you” wave surrounded me for a number of years. I tolerated them even though I would irrationally attempt to kill large flying “bugs”, their cousins, on sight.

Sweet Insects and Their Extraordinary Taste For Telepathy

It was only when they had eaten the solenoids in my ansa-phone and I noticed them wriggling around inside the display of my microwave and video recorder that I realised things had gotten out of hand. They had accumulated in the hundreds. Never had I seen such an infestation anywhere else. My flatmate filled a vat with boiling water and threw in a surface covering that had a good hundred insects attached to it. That was the only measure needed. Within two months of the attack on the group, there were no German cockroaches in my apartment. No chemicals were used against them. They just left because they sensed my will had turned against them. I no longer wanted them there.

The point I am trying to make is, we presume we are superior, but perhaps nature has a lot of hidden qualities arrogance permits we overlook. Perhaps there is magic in 3D too, if someone desired enough to notice. Awareness of the energetic haze that connects everything exponentially increases with extra-sensory dimensional range. As much as our scientists try to pretend otherwise, 3D gives us extremely limited perception. Indeed, as I explain in my book “The Beauty of Existence Decoded”, 3D would be better categorised as 2D for illusory “flat worlds” and “line worlds” don’t exist. This can be proven mathematically. However, I also argue that prior to shifting into 3D, colour was likely perceived only as monochrome (or a simplified spectrum), pitch and tonality severely reduced and temperature ranges would not have holistic all-consuming potence.

Conventions, Truth and Exo-political Manoeuvres

Conventions go a long way to validating superiority. If we were all guided by truth alone, none of us could accept anything on face value. We would each become investigative journalist, historian and detective wrapped as one. Conventions allow particular messages, those cause validating, to give the group congruity. In a sense each authentic source is given license to instil tradition. Does this mean that if Shakespeare said it it must be true, because he was a “genius” and almost divine? Perhaps Shakespeare is a bad example as he was a playwright; a manufacturer of fantasy. Then again; is not Charles Dickens’ “A Christmas Carol” so vivid it seems real? Scrooge has become an icon in his own right. Mention of his name to any westerner conjures instant common understanding. That Dickensian traditionalism has been instilled in us all since birth. Other cultures have different but equating brands of social identity models. Ineptitude is somehow transcended by the power of certain collective instructions; all but effervescent manoeuvres.

Some writers on exo-political matters stand out. Whether in good faith or through cause of ambitious persistence, many in the fringe “public eye”, the popular personalities, end up pretty much spinning the same old warped messages. Tired half-truths go from one to another like worn clothes. Often the purest information is found in “off the cuff” remarks, the ones that almost slip by unnoticed. Why did he say that? That sounds interesting! Even so, proto-mainstream paranormal is pretty predicable, when tunes and rhythms are familiarised. Things go bump in the night, not ghosts. Enigmas are far and few between.

When someone like Ken Bakeman or, dare I say, me comes along, everything changes. Like desert whirlwinds we run amok with traditions, ransacking familiar structures, leaving only fundamentals intact. Some label us “disasters”. Others view us as breaths of fresh air. In very different ways we stand out or “stick out”, depending on individual reasoning. Ken might be better compared to Simon Parkes or Alex Collier without the “tangents” or farfetchedness. He takes you into a world that is unmistakably his. It’s new and fresh and exciting. He somehow turns Neverland, Narnia and Wonderland into reality. And it’s a reality that continues to expand with ever more exotic creatures waiting in the wings to be discovered in new instalments.

Humans Draconian Common Ways

Even so there is vitality about his writings that conveys honesty. Such is the effect on his readers, Eva Draconis was moved enough to embellish his thematic material. Did she not write her own take on the great Pterodactyl (which, incidentally, is the genetic heritage of all the Pteroid lineages up to Homo erectus) after confirming she had been inspired by Ken? She is important in her own right too. In one piece she mentioned that when reptilians consume energy from live humans, to them it is like “drinking juice”. Do we not receive taste infusions when adding freshly chopped live herbs to foods we eat? Who has been reduced to tears by a soppy love story, become paranoid after a realistic horror movie or been exhilarated when witnessing a new Olympic record in motion? We are very similar to them, but perhaps the ways to gauge those similarities are too subtle for the modern-day arrogant know-it-all.

My writings could not be any more different than Ken’s. Some might try and compare me against David Wilcock or Nassim Haramein without the “science”. Others could argue I am a politically ambiguous Michael Tellinger. More than one follower has suggested I may access the same basic information “sources” as Michael Tsarion. I am told we are very different in very similar ways, like humans and Draconians, I guess. There have even been one or two that have suggested Mark Passio may be an “associate” of mine, though I don’t get the connection.

Ah for the power of “Google”! I constantly try and back up “what I think” studiously. Every day sees enormous amounts of data checked and processed to cross-reference ideas.  In searching for some material on Passio, I discovered a little Bibliotecapleyades hosted article on the “Alpha Draconians”. My own writings on the Alpha Draconians, notably Ciakar reptilians, are extensive (though much not revealed publically). Never before had I seen any physical source validating my information on Ciakar genetic origins. Jim Euclid, a character unknown to me, on 8^th May 2012 announced to the world information that implies Ciakars are the product of Tyrannosaur DNA via “Capella ancestry lines”. Though he fails to mention it, Earthlings (reptilians) regard telepathic (and telekinetic) Tyrannosaurus Rex as the first Earth man.

My New Year’s Resolution

Being persistent, I needed to find out more about this mysterious Jim Euclid, given the importance of his information. By a strange trade of fate, I stumbled across a short article of his titled “Characters Write, Authors Dictate”. That was it. That was the difference between me and Ken Bakeman. He builds memorable characters that write meaningful memory. I dictate. Even so my style is excessively erudite and, in places, powerfully sentimental, readers are caught between two poles. My stories menacingly hover, never quite materialising. For the open minded, what I say is compellingly plausible, often well-reasoned. Closed minds hate me, but let’s face it; they are beyond hope, beyond conversion, stuck on the vinyl for prosperity.

A strange idea occurred to me. I have now written two lengthy articles about Ken Bakeman, never reading any more than small snippets of his own work. Does that make me closed minded too? I have the advantage of being able to hook up to Ken’s DNA and can read his holistic print eternally. However, sometimes perception is more important and, in doing the mind meld thing, I (in many ways) lose Ken. Remember, earlier I exampled Niki Reinert and her connection with the Venusian Mantids? Records accessed through her showed very different accounts of their physical presence and reason for being. That is an undeniable dichotomy. Had I missed something? Was it “me” or was it “her”? Thus, there is only one way forward to do justice to Ken. I must buy and read his book. That is my fortuitous New Year’s Resolution.

Holy Christmas Communion

aAfter receiving no contact from Eva Draconis for several months, I began conjuring unfavourable scenarios that potentially scoped a conspiracy against talents that were able to connect with the Draco, in particular. My prior tribute to Ken Bakeman, sadly, conclusively agreed with the rumour mongers. I find it inconceivable that he has retired, found other things to do, but let us hope that is so for his sake. Of course, more fancifully, perhaps he has been taken on an extended extra-terrestrial adventure and the patient would do well to wait on his reports of strange, faraway places, systems so alien they might make Nirvana seem real. Christmas Day this year, out of the blue, I received an explosion of e-mails from her, so the good news is Eva is still very much with us and more than this has completed her second book in the meantime.

The Orion Project (Part Two): Noah’s Ark is another weighty tome, consisting of over 500 pages (even taking out the introduction). Almost opposite in character to, say, my own “The Beauty of Existence Decoded”, it is another account (as an extended dialogue between parties) of Eva’s numerous sessions with various extra-terrestrial/extra-dimensional visitors. Though she records each interaction with, in a way, clinical indifference, some of the subjects are so extreme that the reader is instantly transported to another place.  With an ever accruing book pile, in the virtual and physical sense, I still haven’t completed the first part of her extended interviews yet. However, I did give my e-version of Noah’s Ark a cursory skim for this article and noted that one is drawn to their (the Draco and other “reptilian” types) morbid attachment to accolade. An honour system mingled with, what seems to me to be, adolescent sex is the preoccupation of the first segment, after my casual glance.

In response to being badgered for two or three years by my mother, my father eventually plucked up the courage to sit down with me and discuss the taboo subject of “sex” when I was fifteen. “Son,” he said in a strident voice, “it’s like riding a bike.” And that was it. No wonder the human condition is so out of tilt with nature. To achieve Holy Communion we must be in synch with the exterior and Christmas is no better time to stress such matters. Thinking about the intricacies of the reptilian view on sex, to them intercourse is advanced to an art form. Let’s face it, what usually happens to a shoddy, poorly constructed house? Sure, it stays up for a while; maybe 100 years, but then it’s “crash” and a big pile of rubble. There are 1,000,000’s years old monolith structures that look so fresh; they are assessed as only a few 1,000 years old by “science” (sic).  Reptilians know good sex produces good product. So no dad, may you rest in peace, sex is not like riding a bike. In fact the de-sexing of humanity (why adolescent sex is being promoted as the root of all evil) is a big part of the oppressive control measures that have been imposed over the ages on oblivious audiences that I expose in my latest Ozzie Thinker Christmas post.

My most current read is Alexey Trekhlebov’s doorstep, “Legends of the Phoenix: Tales of Forgotten Past”. Analysis of some sections will feature heavily in this article, but I would like to do Eva justice and promise a fuller account of her new book at some juncture. Nevertheless, the Noah’s Ark biblical theme is very topical as I would like to discuss the Hebrew influence on Christmas and, more importantly, why. The discovery of the Nag Hammadi scrolls and other Apocryphal texts (pre Constantine’s 394AD purge) demonstrate, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that Hebrew Gnosticism is original Christianity (perhaps evolving into Arianism; from Aryan and Iran)  and the various offshoots of Roman Catholicism are all versions of pagan sun worship (hybridised with acrid Pharisaic doctrine). The persecution of “Christians” began immediately after the fall of Jerusalem and destruction of the temple sometime around 70AD (opening the door to cosmopolitan Zionism with the abolition of democracy – the Sanhedrin). The royal Jewish-Roman historian, Josephus, was the wandering cleric (between 66-69AD), whose incognito travels under guard (disciples) are documented as the ministry of Jesus. Of course, those that have studied the synoptic problem and understand the metaphorical and analogic complexities of ancient writing styles realise answers are far from simple.

Hebrew is Judea and the Hebrews are the descendants of the tribe of Judea (so a supplementary question might be; how “Hebrew” are modern Hebrews?). Vedic-Aryan wisdom did not think much of them and that word translates (rune) to mean something like wicked, apostate; something eerily similar to Khazar. The language that is attributed to the people of Judea certainly is not theirs. It may have been given, but, knowing their character all too well, it was more likely stolen. Hebrew is a cut down cosmic script which is infinitely flexible in structure and ideal for the chronicler. At various points, here and on the Ozzie Thinker, I have tried to demonstrate the same Hebrew-Pharisee mindset has engineered a spirituality free reality devoid of faith. Debunking, atheism, materialism, good science (which is anything but) is all part of that picture. Instinctively they argue that if it is unknown, it must not exist and, by extension, if evidence is fleeting, intangible, these must be tricks of the light. Unknown, of course, is no evidence of non-existence. If so, should all the sight blind people rebel and revolt against those that see, insisting there is no colour or form in reality and everything the sighted suppose is a trick of the light too? For the Cyclops’ (I am aware of the Greek metaphor attributing third eye awaking, but work with me please) that dare attack those with all eyes open, who do you think will win? Could the blind vanquish the sighted under any circumstances?

Trekhlebov devotes an entire chapter to Hebrew “character” in his book and that is my first exhibit, if I might be so bold. Before we start, for those caught on the wave of anti-Semite nonsense, the natural Semites are Arabs (which means to be free). I hear no outcry for those sick, impoverished, war smashed peoples for the interests of Zionism by those (supposed) Hebrews who crafted their assiduous double standards legislation for the Zionist Anti-Defamation League (ADL). Besides in his sarcasm, Trekhlebov redeems the mighty race and cannot understate how stupid they are. After reading “Catechesis of Hebrew in USSR” twice, I understand why the tribe of Judea inherited the title “the chosen people”. They are everything humanity should be. Trekhlebov, in his ignorant zeal, revealed a blessing. He exposed the beauty of Judaism, the perfume of the sweet rose exuding from their thorny structures. Good Hebrew’s merely need to dismantle the tyranny to find goodness, but there is an easy way, the third eye way, to do that. Has everyone heard the expression, “if the terrible bear won’t journey to the mountain, then let us create a mountain of it from ice”? We must freeze out that evil sentiment with the babbling pure spring.

Naturally “Catechesis of Hebrew in USSR” contains a lot of information which, in part, duplicates ideas, but even taking this into consideration, I can only present a fraction of the content for this article. To make things more interesting, in tune with Trekhlebov, I present as though I am a Hebrew trader. Also, after considering the kosher ceremony very carefully, I could not help but observe evidence of the reptilian Draco, which is next on the list of points. There are others that will be highlighted as items are raised.

Hebrew peoples love to help each other even in hatred. Power is unity and this guarantees cordial success. Team spirit has ensured we have stayed alive, increased in numbers and become stronger. Nationalism and protectionism under the guise of support are the tools to success. Other than blood ties, Judaic philosophy or religious zeal only applies when necessary. Ensure strategic relationships with key personnel are based on an honour code with strong perks or bribes for compliance. Over stress the importance of the nationalism project (Zionism) to up and coming generations to balance disillusionment of our senior members. Build up the hope, beliefs and reward the youth. I might note here that this is a Draco reptilian principle too. They idolise the young to which end it is perhaps socially more advantageous (they don’t have our sexual hang-ups) to be juvenile for the strong.

The world is cruel. Well, the Draco live by that motto, too. Never think about or have compassion for “the other”. This, also, is a strong reptilian belief (depending on the variety; others are deeply compassionate too. Though, it must be said that this compassion is a form of cowardice and not at all brave or resounding). Incite divides between other communities and aggravate them when advantageous. Well, these Hebrew peoples must have been eaves dropping the underworld. In a different way (to Zionist nationalists), once again, it precisely summarises Draco character. Never analyse or succumb to profound insight. Instead, generalise and rely on abstracts whether relevant or not. Chameleon reptilians are renowned for channelling babble through third party human intermediaries.

The emphasis (judgement) must always be on strength and never weakness (i.e. “Better be poor and happy, than wealthy and sick” to “Better be healthy and wealthy than down trodden”). There are some other distinctions between Hebrews and the rest: “Act according to the Law for that is your duty”, “Death is preferable to loss” (win at all cost). Whilst they apply great cunning to their resolve, Ciakars (reptilians of the tyrannosaur genus) are also determinants so parry with the Hebrews in some fashion. We own everything (as per God’s Law) and only offer it on temporary lease until we decide to take what is ours. Well, that absolutely sums up the way Draco “order” categorises humanity. Our enemies are lazy, try to work too quickly (when motivated) and become consumed with [petty] problems in trying to fix everything to “win the great victory”. We focus on small problems. One at a time, once fixed, the big ones are sorted without specific attention. Our enemies can only subordinate. They are jealous and their hearts are filled with hatred against their successful brothers, Give a subordinate the opportunity to sabotage his betters, he will jump at it. It cannot be overstressed; here summarises the fundamental difference between human and underworld cultures. America’s will to win was smashed long ago by the hatred of the downtrodden. What could have been the jewel of genius will be reduced to a desert of mediocrity. They (Draco) love their betters.

Banish all arbiters, mediators and democratic reformers. The weak and those that stray from the group deserve to be purged. We care not who is worthy or right; only backing the winner. Ethics simply hinder progress and poverty is just a wakeup call for those with aggressive determination. Feed lots of misinformation to keep our enemies perpetually confused. These Hebrew standards partially satisfy Draco societal objectives, but, for instance, democracy is so alien to their sense of being, they do not comprehend it even when explained (to them) laterally. Taking their feedback, they question how there could be true democracy with such a hotbed of differing opinions igniting any given cause. Democracy, as far as they are concerned, is still about “winners” and “losers”. Carrying on with our Hebrew wisdom, feign poverty, illness or anything that wins the “pity” card.  Immediately cut ties with those that are not useful. On this the Draco would differ. There is never necessity to cut ties, in their view, as everything boils down to management. A Draco channel is always eternal. Agree with any philosophy and even “change faith” if that will improve the current course. Only you can see what is inside your heart. Marry into strong gentile stock; the “calves” are our blood rite. Give bribes and trinkets to secure the land. Do everything to influence public opinion in our favour. Who is not with us is against us.

We now know what the biblical book of Exodus was really referring to with Aaron’s golden calf symbolism. My friends, that is the Hebrew key to globalism and utopian control of the Earth (and beyond). Nevertheless, the best Judaic evidence of Draco intercession can be found in their kosher preparations. I have toned down as much of the blood thirsty/curdling sentiment as possible, but readers please be prepared for some very violent unsavoury depictions. Though this account is taken from Trekhlebov’s paraphrase of writer-publicist Christian thinker, Vasiliy Vasilyevich Rozanov’s (1856-1918) memorable article on the Hebrew kosher ceremony, I struggle to believe anything behind closed doors has changed at all. The basis of this account was relayed by a dismayed and profoundly affected Russian veterinarian.

“I saw procedures of killing sheep, claves and one year old bull calves…It was striking that I did not merely observe simple (standard) cattle slaughter, but some hierurgy (rite)…Bible offering sacrifices.  These were no ordinary butchers before me, but, [rather], ecclesiastics, whose roles were strictly assigned. The main role belonged to the slaughterman, of course, armed with a piked blade and a couple of sturdy assistants. The animals awaiting slaughter were held in standing position by these brutes. There were other [men] in place to close the jaws of each beast. A third group was there to collect blood in sacrificial vials. And finally, a fourth set to brandishing holy books, which accorded the correct prayers for the ritual hierurgy.”

I will spare blog readers details on the actual sacrifice, suffice to say it in some ways approximates what the Arabians valued as the worse possible lingering end; death by a thousand cuts. To emphasise the contempt, Trekhlebov illustrates examples of these practices conducted on an industrial scale, all animals drained of life, creating rivers of blood (this same effect was reported as the account of some of the 1917 Zionist Russian “revolution” purges. One writer claims a large swimming pool was emptied of water and used to collect the blood of the executed Aryan-Slavs. It was not too long before it was full to overflowing. Another talks of [Arian] clergy being boiled alive and served to their brethren). Their book of Zohar (from the Kabbalah. This source for English translation offers the disclaimer “Without proper grounding, one can easily be led astray by the Zohar…”) explains the correct method of slaughter. It is a massive work and I cannot find this reference (II.119-a) which appears to refer to the kosher method used to slaughter gentile humans.

“Their death (gentiles) would be as the death of some animal, which dies without voice or speech, with fastened jaws…killed with 12 tortures of the knife and with the knife (blow), making 13 (strikes)”

That is why, principally, 13 is their (the Jews) unlucky number. It signifies the final death blow. Another reference highlights the comparison between Draco objective and Hebrew culture.

“It depends on the spiritual source of the [kosher] food, which we learn is that of Other Side”

Reptilian warriors prefer the blade as a weapon (quick, silent and effective – Ninja style). That is the major irresistible symmetry with the Judaic ceremony. Kosher preparation, therefore, can only be an abbreviation of Ciakar ritual. As this is the foundation of the culture of the tribe of Judah, there is no doubt original sentiment for Judaic instruction was offered by Draco overlords and adapted over time. Noah’s ark, which is celebrated as the final bastion of salvation for life, was anything but. It was in fact a slaughterhouse factory proposing a different ritual for every animal offered. Insomuch the dreadful structure should be remembered as the beckoning echo of death and not the salvation of man. It highlights how ignorant and befuddled believers have become. Because fluid myths that cultivate untruthfulness are expressed by the very same influences that first attempted to control and then successfully overcame the global populations, man’s cowardly, lazy, self-serving nature has been exposed and empowered by their ever expanding fabric of lies.  That is why the Draco have long remained hidden but always close to the surface for those with all eyes open.

Trekhlebov lists a good number of examples of lethal Hebrew violence against gentiles over the ages. Some of these citations seem very similar to the kosher ceremony where each victim is securely bound and gagged and receives a number of cuts or “pricks” before final death. Whereas I see some symmetry with Draco methods, here several differences are highlighted too. For instance, a reptilian deadly assault would always be swift if death of the victim was the objective. However, they also have a reputation for feasting on live flesh. They call this ravaging. Paralysis can be induced using holographic technologies, but, in a sense, this is the same a tying someone down securely. The main separation and acute difference is the gagging. Why on earth would the Draco do this? The noise is the best part of their “fun” for each sound vibration has different qualities/properties in higher dimensions. Indeed, there is an entire existence frequency structured only from sound and this looks like any other light version. I discuss these matters in depth in “The Existence of Beauty Decoded”.

In fairness to Jewish readers, please do not fret. Hebrew atrocities are scant indeed (and each has been met with an overzealous response in retaliation before 1880’s after which attitudes started to soften for some reason) compared with those done in the name of Christianity, which, over time, Trekhlebov estimates has wiped out one fifth of the world’s populations: all in the name of faith. How disgusting! Be it problem inciting string pullers have invariably been “globalists” (or “Zionists” but not in the Jewish sense), Christians have a lot to answer for. In fact, returning to my original discussions explaining the background to the massive objectives divide between Catholicism and Gnosticism, all the violence can be attributed to hybrid Catholicism (which is hybrid Zionism), such as King Henry VIII’s “Church of England”, Luther’s Protestant doctrine and so on. Although, it must be said that most alternatives to Catholicism do not endorse transubstantiation; wine is wine and bread is bread, which is a move towards gnostic Arianism. Compellingly, Catholic communion is Draconian is character. It is strange, perhaps, that Eva Draconis’ Red Dragon partner/guide, Hamish, informs us Roman Catholic Cardinals are all Draco (assets). Other sources tell me the same situation applies to the corridors of power in Washington and Israel, but I don’t think that will shock even the most pragmatic sceptic.

I said earlier that Trekhlebov errantly exposes how stupid the Hebrews are, but some readers may question; how so? The mistake of the Hebrews is not to realise they are common and ordinary humans. Do they not breed with just about anyone? Wasn’t it recently announced that the not too convincing gentile Russian Tsar-President Vladimir Putin’s daughter married a Jewish banker? By a bizarre stroke of love, the apparently gentile ex. American Tsar-President Bill Clinton’s daughter also married a Jewish banker (whose father was a jailbird fraudster, lest we forget). Now I wonder if they are Khazar….Hebrew…..er….same thing? All this mixing genes was recently sprung by the Genome Project. There is nothing that particularly substantiates the Hebrews from any other human. Sure, the diehards keep referring to consistencies with Jewish populations and certain haplogroups, but these contain verified gentile stock too. Oh woe; why not change the word “Hebrew” to “human” and make this planet great again?