The Eye of the Beholder, or, Gilding the Lily

Being a part-time artist can mean months or years doing no art at all.  Time spent producing art is usually 100% about producing art, but time spent working isn’t so productive.   What with rapid fire communication available to anyone who can fog a mirror, it’s odd how devices intended to improve productivity produce so many unexpected emails, cold calls, queries and “urgent” missives that entire days become totally unproductive.

So it was with some envy I watched my daughter drawing an impressive picture of Stubbs’ Whistlejacket for a school project last year with uninterrupted absorption.  Thus spurred from artistic lethargy, I decided it would be a good exercise to do likewise.

iP4_ 1020 To thwart laziness I decided no session should begin unless I was prepared to add at least 1000 small lines to the picture.  Soon I was busier than an Israeli bulldozer crew and came to regret using a throwaway scrap of card, having never thought it would amount to anything:

iP4_ 3551Once back into the habit of evening drawing I found an old sketch I liked and tried to scale it up into a worthwhile picture, with the aim of flattening the planes of the body in some kind of new style:

iP4_ 3060I soon reached a dead end, but in the meantime had read about something much more interesting: the work of Maxfield Parrish, a fantastic American artist of the early to mid 20th century.  Parrish was the most reproduced artist in all America’s history, devising an ingenious technique layering transparent oils on a brilliant white background.  To avoid the colours appearing dead, each was sealed with a transparent varnish; the finished work reflected light in a jagged course back from the white through the layers as if via numerous infinitely thin panes of stained and transparent glass.  The irregular course and slight parallax of the returning rays gave his works a glowing, lifelike quality.

I thought this worth exploring and began a portrait based on a photo of the late Ruslana Korshunova, a beautiful Russian model who lived in Manhattan.  I found her story very moving.  Thrust into the limelight because of her youth, her stunning, cat-like eyes and her fabulous long tresses, she’d been ripped off on the way up by some agent to the tune of half a million dollars.

Too young to take legal action in America, while still working hard and appearing on every magazine cover imaginable, Ruslana made it known to close friends her intention to bide her time and sue the agent after turning 21.

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In a letter by Parrish to a friend he mentions Alizarin Orange, a colour supposedly abandoned in the 1930’s as unstable. I found someone in America who still makes it by hand, and it’s an amazing colour – when thin it appears yellow; overlaid with pale blue it turns an other-worldly shade of green which matched her eyes

Devoted to her mother back in Eastern Europe, to whom she sent money every month, and exceptionally proud of the long hair for which she was nicknamed the Russian Rapunzel, Ruslana threw herself into her work.  Neighbours and friends remember a happy and carefree girl despite the trials of the fashion industry and a brush with a religious cult; a few days prior to her 21st birthday, the doorman to her apartment building recalled her cheerful, chatty return from an evening out with an ex boyfriend.  So far, so good.

The next day she was found in the middle of the road outside her apartment (which was several stories up) with all her hair roughly chopped off, her neck broken, and puzzlingly, about seven meters from the side of the building. Not only had she cleared the distance from the building wall to the kerb, some five or so meters and long enough to warrant its own rain proof awning, but cleared the nearside lane, and landed in the middle of the street.

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2/3rds finished, some reflectivity can be seen; Parrish was clearly a man of great patience, as some of his works were vast in scale. He completed murals, notably some for Gloria Vanderbilt, which filled a ballroom

Police called it suicide.  Perhaps, as in London, they discourage investigations into Russian mafia killings.  Nobody dares testify, and repercussions to all will be unpleasant.  A contract must have been put out stipulating she never reach 21.  Whoever did the deed, having incapacitated her, presumably sheared her hair off as proof of their handiwork.  How anyone thought she could have leapt (through construction netting) the distance an Olympic jumper might have covered with a gale behind them and a running start is something only Manhattan’s police can explain.  And why a bright young girl with the world at her feet would ruin her looks and fail to even leave a note or contact her mother was inexplicable.

It seemed a chance to try and portray a moving story, so I started with the aim of entering the finished product in the 2015 BP Portrait Prize.  I wanted to make her look into the eyes of the beholder as if asking: why?  The finished work was 20 layers of colour and 20 of varnish.  The chemical stench made a mask necessary most of the time but worse still, on applying, I found BP, perhaps in response to slews of photo-derived images, mandated the artist to have personally met the sitter.  Likewise the Royal Academy Summer Exhibition decided they could struggle along without me, so it remained an experiment; in twilight I found her gaze so disturbing I retired the picture out of sight.

RA image_2The next job enabled an attempt at gold leaf, something I’d considered adding to the Michelangelo fresco.  Gold leaf is actually quite cheap – you can buy 60 sheets of it at a time.  The sheets of genuine gold have been hammered so thin they make tissue paper seem like carpet.  It’s such fragile stuff that it flies around in response to static from your hands, and if someone in the next room exhales it flies away, but there’s nothing like it for reflectivity.  Giotto and the ancient fresco masters used it for the “glory” – the halo surrounding their religious icons but how they managed to work it with such dexterity is hard for me to understand.

There are some beautiful black and white photos in existence of Michelangelo’s Pieta; I used one as a reference and only added one colour, a very faint trace of rose, to the umbers and white.  The qualities of the photo and the sculpture itself are so powerful that anything other than basic colour would be superfluous.. gilding the lily, so to speak.

iP4_ 3523iP4_ 3558I kept up Parrish’s technique and ended up with about 15 layers all told.  The light reflecting on the gold seemed impressive enough so I gave it to the local church, where I was gratified to find they placed it behind the altar and directly beneath a stained glass window which made the halo glow in quite a fabulous way.  The added advantage being, from that distance, all the mistakes were completely invisible.

iP4_ 3777Doing these layers is really time consuming.  Each one must dry completely, and then the varnish on top – a century old resin mixture I found, again, in America, with a dreadful, choking stench – needs the same time again.  If a layer retains any moisture at all, the next layer causes the underlying one to wrinkle and curl in a truly ugly way, requiring not one but two layers be carefully sanded off with a great loss of time.

Despite every precaution tiny hairs and specks of dust embed themseslves continually, making fine sanding necessary each time.  To speed it along somewhat I covered the pictures with tin foil and left them on radiators, but eventually decided this painstaking technique was better left to patient craftsmen far removed from emails and mobile phones.  If you’re going to be an artist, you really have to give up spending 8 hours a day working on something else!

iP4_ 3352For an attempt at my first pleine aire I began a small oil at a friend’s villa near Lisbon.  I started on a promising, sunny day, where crowds of exotic insects drawn to the reflective white canvas found my skin more welcoming still.  At least the picture progressed, until the sky became overcast and begat a howling thunderstorm which blew the easel over and threw all the paints and brushes in the mud.

Clutching the canvas under a shaded tree with a spare one as umbrella only encouraged the rain to drive harder until the ground was a running quicksand.  Working on an incline is a bad idea in these conditions as water rushes downhill toward you in a torrent, carrying gallons of filthy water and more exotic insects.  A work emergency meant I cut my stay short.  C’est la vie.

iP4_ 3498Painting outside is all very well, but one needs a certain stoicism which is beyond me.  So I cheated, and finished it at home.  She loved it.  But this was in February, and I haven’t painted since!


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The Doomsday Machine

After I wrote an essay entitled Twin Terrors: The IDF and ISIS, I noticed a readership drop, which recovered somewhat a few weeks later.  I assumed I’d offended a portion of readers who did not want to express their feelings in writing. Of course, I’d like to write only about painting, music, or the beauty of Nature, but these aren’t the times we live in.  Ironically, after this week’s US – Iran deal, Israel now finds itself on the same platform as ISIS: both railing against Iran’s new status.

Among those on social media the perception is widening that “terrorists” are not only the hooded villains threatening death to the Western infidels who bombed their village.  The term is now being applied in a far wider and much stronger sense – and herein lies the difficulty for populations of some wealthy countries – to those smart-suited, witty and intelligent men and women who rain death and lifelong misery (from a cosy place at a safe distance) not only to a handful of victims but to tens of thousands whose only crime is to speak another language.  The crime, as Stalin realised, becomes so large that it ceases to be murder and becomes a mere statistic.

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A degenerated and sick community: Israeli children writing ironic comments on shells, soon to destroy the lives of Palestinian children.

The young especially are so impressionable that acts of terror committed by their leaders are justified by faith in authority.  This reconciliation forestalls the awful thought that their tribe is unspeakably evil.  As you would expect, an ordered society is based on trust in authority. This is a wise, benevolent, grand and beautiful arrangement when the leaders are wise, benevolent, grand and beautiful souls.  But if they are reckless, shallow, power hungry psychopaths, the situation is very different and all of their society is plunged into extreme danger.

American educators returned from Prussia in the mid 1800’s highly enthused about a new schooling system specifically designed to develop, over many years:

  1. civil servants willing to accept authority from above
  2. workers willing to risk their lives in mines
  3. soldiers who would unquestioningly march into war when a coloured cloth is waved
  4. a population who all hold, more or less, the same political views

This delegation of common sense to authority was noticed by a still-alert Scientific American author writing a memorable editorial in the early 20th century.  Alarmed by the crippling mental load of homework now placed on young children, he wondered why parents did not “march immediately to the schoolhouse, armed with whatever they could find to hand – fenceposts, brickbats, flagstones – the better to bring a halt to this insanity.”

FILE - U.S. President Ronald Reagan, right, and Britain's Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher, share a laugh during a break from a session at the Ottawa Summit in this file photo dated July 21, 1981, at Government House in Ottawa, Canada.  Personal papers from 1981 released Saturday March 17, 2012, by the Thatcher archive at Cambridge University in England, reveal that Thatcher was fascinated by U.S. President Reagan, and that she snatched and kept a page of his doodles from this G7 summit in Ottawa. Reagan left the piece of paper adorned with his sketches, sitting on a table at the Ottawa meeting when Margaret Thatcher picked it up and kept it, it is revealed in her papers released Saturday. (AP Photo/File)

July 21, 1981, Government House in Ottawa, Canada. Both branded Nelson Mandela a terrorist.

Such a reaction is a sign of an alert, natural brain exposed to danger or calamity.  But like the callousness felt by soldiers exposed continually to killing, it has given way to a dull sense of resignation, a feeble response which reflects the abrasion on neuronal structures by prolonged exposure to an irritant, just as fingers become calloused for protection after continual use.  But in the brain’s case, the loss of a natural defence – a revulsion designed to make us remove the problem – places us in grave danger.

The Prussian educational system was so successful that it ushered in a century of global conflicts where war was waged not just on soldiers but all civilians, and where those who fought were not professionals but ordinary people defending their country from evil.  The absurdity is that every country in a conflict believed the same, to such an extent they gladly fought to the death.  When official orders were removed, as in the trenches on Christmas day, peace broke out immediately. Nobody wanted to fight over some mud.  What for?

Nelson Mandela

As the memory of Thatcher – an agent of calculation, war and expedience – becomes mired in wars, institutional pedophilia and disgrace, the reputation of the Late Nelson Mandela – an agent of conscience – continues to grow over time

War had been waged on civilians before of course, by men such as Herod, Caesar, Vlad the Impaler, Genghis Khan – but they are shown to us in history lessons as villains.  From where did we get the idea that modern leaders – Churchill, Bush, Eisenhower, Thatcher, Blair, Obama, Netanyahu – responsible for hundreds of times more gruesome deaths, are blameless?

When GIs landed in Japan, word spread throughout the villages that Americans were cannibals, that it was far better for women to take their children and jump off cliffs to certain death than be roasted and consumed by the invaders.  This they did in their droves, to the horror of the American soldier.  And yet the Americans, too, were subject to this brainwashing.  We in the West thought nothing of using an infernal machine devised specifically to roast hundreds of thousands of ordinary civilians alive. in Hiroshima and Nagasaki, since the Japanese were, as we knew, unspeakably evil.  Later the same brainwashing would assure the GI that Vietnamese were worthless gooks; later still the Iraqis would fall into that same underclass.

The Russians were ordered to fight the evil Germans to the last man, and sent to the front with a single bullet, while the Germans were persuaded that impure races, fit only for extermination, were all that stood between them and a perfect Aryan world order.  Remember it is never the rich, the privileged or the most mentally astute who march to war: just ask Dick Cheney or George Bush.  It is those who could not avoid the draft, called “stupid pawns” by Henry Kissinger, blindly carrying out the will of the political class.

muhammad-bali-bquotes-quotes-1763454812All humans can be turned into devils by daily corruption.  The immune, few in number, manifest as conscientious objectors, whistleblowers and revolutionaries, undermining with all the conviction at their command the state’s authority.  Muhammad Ali personified the thinking man by refusing to rush off to fight in Vietnam when ordered.  Government fury fell on him immediately, stripping him of his world title and his livelihood, but, delivered to the masses by the media, his words became as devastating as the hammer blows from his huge fists in the ring:

I have no quarrel with brown people ten thousand miles away.  Why should I travel ten thousand miles to drop bombs and bullets on them?

Here in America we negroes live as second class citizens.  We are treated as slaves, we can’t get served in restaurants, can’t stay in hotels, can’t sit on buses, and our kids can’t go to white schools.

You ask why I won’t go ten thousand miles to fight for your rights, when you won’t even fight for my rights at home!

No Vietnamese ever called me ‘nigger‘.

Today intellectuals march against the Pope, bemoaning the indoctrination of religion, and as regards recently exposed abuses, they have a point.  But they remain oblivious to wider and more insidious indoctrinations.  I have never heard Richard Dawkins question the suspension of the laws of physics on 9/11, or shout down massacres committed by the Israelis.  And how can a person whine about intolerance while sowing discord of their own, encouraging contempt for those who, for whatever reason, fail to rally under their flag?

“Science works, bitches” is a slogan on the RDF’s new shirts.  Jocular it may be, but if science works, why has industrialised pollution become a threat to the planet itself?  After the disasters at 3 Mile Island and Chernobyl, why has Fukushima apparently killed off huge swathes of life in the Pacific ocean?  Why are deaths from cancer now more frequent and more numerous than at any time in the past, and why does dementia now attack young people, while autism doubles every 3.5 years?  Why is crime rampant, civil unrest ubiquitous, wars ever-expanding, suicides increasing?  Why has slavery and poverty increased dramatically in only the last 30 years, and why do one in seven of us lack food or water?  For that matter, why are vaccines and GMOs coming under attack not from alarmist cranks but from scientists and industry insiders?  And most of all, why is society teetering on the brink of nuclear war?

Could it be that science has no effect whatsoever on human behaviour, while amplifying all our mistakes to an unprecendented degree?

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Be skeptical of everything.. except about what authority says. Authority says three huge buildings were not demolished on 9/11, that a plane hit the Pentagon, that all-day visible chemtrails do not exist, that Sandy Hook really was a massacre, that a crowd of people were killed by a smokebomb at Boston. Swallow it whole, despite all evidence pointing the other way!

The pressure of indoctrination should oblige us to think for ourselves.  Are doctors always right?  Are chemicals good for the body?  Why is hydrofluosilicic acid, a known toxin, added to drinking water, when dentists themselves claim it harms teeth, and when countries without it have the same success with dental health?

Can sunshine really be bad for a healthy immune system now, after four million years of co-existence?  Can titanium dioxide – a known carcinogen – be healthy when lathered over our skin to protect from the sun?  Should we be eating food grade plastic? Should one in seven people on the planet lack essential food or water while we pay tens of billions to send toy tractors to Mars?  Can USAF jet planes really be unknowingly leaving huge clouds of powdery substances which blanket the sky for the entire day, when CAA planes never leave any such thing?  Should MPs vote themselves a 10% rise two years running while cutting welfare to the poorest?

For that matter, is the two-party system simply a prop, used by the real power behind politics to maintain a narrow illusion of choice?  If not, why do wars continue and taxes rise and governments become more oppressive and grant themselves more powers year after year no matter who is elected?  Why have two families which gave us three disastrously warmongering US presidents now offer us two more warmongering candidates?  Why are people now engrossed in measuring their differences, rather than their blatant similarities?  Why does the prison population rise every year?

For that matter, why have these “wars” on crime, on drugs, on poverty, on illiteracy, on cancer, on MS, and on terror only amplified each and every one of these problems?  Can governments really be so feeble and ineffectual?  If so, are they actually capable of anything productive?  Why has the gap between rich and poor grown so much over the last centruy that a handful of families now own more than half the world’s population?  Is capitalism good for the world?  If so, why should slavery and poverty now be more widespread than at any time in the past?  What is the purpose of GM food – to feed the world, or, to ensure global dominance of the patent owners?


A brief word about the “war on drugs”!

Can chemo or radiation cure cancer?  If tumours are a failure of healthy growth mechanisms, how can the agonising, paralysing, system-wide torching of all our growth mechanisms cure the problem?  If all cancer drug research has failed, as statistics confirm, why are the drugs so expensive, and why do pharmaceutical companies spend far more on marketing than research?  Why did nobody go to jail for the fraudulent marketing of Vioxx via falsified studies, a crime which led to more than 100,000 deaths?

Why are immune therapy companies being closed down as quackery by the MHRA, just when Merck (with an ex-director actually on the MHRA board) now offers a £110,000 per annum immune therapy of their own?  Should we ship weapons to Israel, when we know they treat the far older State of Palestine as an outdoor prison harbouring a subhuman race?  Should we fondly maintain nuclear weapons – at a cost of hundreds of billions – when our poorest are being forced out of their homes, told to work even when incapacitated, and denied healthcare on the grounds of lack of funds?  Should we turn away refugees fleeing the devastation caused by our own bombs and armies?


As Richard Dawkins would say: makes sense!

After a financial crisis in Cyprus caused by the banks, banks tested the waters: savers would lose 10% of their money – and they got away with it!  Countries are still paying war debts from 1945.  To who?  The banks!  The IMF now want 50 billion euro in Greek assets as a penalty for failing to repay a debt.  But how can it improve a country’s wealth to lose its own infrastructure – which can never be bought back no matter how hard the people work?

Maybe, in too many ways to mention, we’ve been had. The hilariously outspoken George Carlin might have been on to something when he said:

Why do we have the poor?  The poor are there to scare the s**t out of the middle classes.  You know why they call it “the American Dream”?  Because the only people who believe in it are fast asleep.

While Frank Zappa expressed the same thing in his own way:

The illusion of freedom will continue as long as it’s profitable to continue the illusion.  At the point where the illusion becomes too expensive to maintain, they will just take down the scenery, they will pull back the curtains, they will move the tables and chairs out of the way and you will see the brick wall at the back of the theater.

So instead of dismissing dissenters, what about we give equal weight to their words and let our opinions be shaped by daily conscience, instead of by the Daily Mail?  And if we have any voice at all, especially on social media, maybe we could use it!

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Propolis: “in Defence of The City”

Where would we be without bees? As far as important species go, they are top of the list. They pollinate 70 of the 100 crop species that feed 90% of the world. Honey bees are responsible for $30 billion a year in crops.

That’s only the start. We may lose all the plants that bees pollinate, all of the animals that eat those plants and so on up the food chain. Which means a world without bees could struggle to sustain the global human population of 7 billion. Our supermarkets would have half the amount of fruit and vegetables.


You see, when one realises that the bees receive very many influences from the starry worlds, one sees also how they can pass on to man what is fitted for him.

All that is living, when it is rightly combined, works rightly together. When one stands before a hive of bees one should say quite solemnly to oneself: “By way of the bee-hive the whole Cosmos enters man and makes him strong and able.”

Rudolf Steiner, 1923

In my back garden the bees attend to the flowers and plants as usual, but whenever I sit nearby, one of them comes to watch over me.  I say that because after my arrival he swoops to a place about 2 metres away, hovering perfectly still in mid-air, turning at right angles sometimes in the blink of an eye, and then back again, but always in the same place.  I don’t know if he’s keeping a respectful distance, or was assigned to keep me in my place.  It’s as if he knows me: they can read electrical fields, and I guess he can read mine, and by doing so might know more about me than I do.  But the more I learn about them, the more fantastic and well-ordered his society seems.

The problem of how the bee developed all these resources causes the same conundrum as the origin of the cell.  It is said all cells come from a cell because that long-distant ancestor needed complex features like DNA, a 3-d printer and error-checker, the sense to avoid toxins and gravitate to food, an internal signalling system, machinery for movement and for generating energy, a permeable wall defining it and so on, or else it could never have produced another cell.  As if it were a big bang of biology, here is where we hit a wall.

For that matter the first cell also required a recyclable fuel and the machinery to consume it, and none of this equipment is simple – far from it!  As is the case now, the cell’s only concern was to stay alive and reproduce at any cost.  Otherwise, how is it still with us?  But however it arose, all these elements, and more, had to arrive at one time along with whatever features in the environment enabled it to live.  How is that even possible?


Encased in amber for 80 million years, this species Cretotrigona prisca survived the Cretaceous-Tertiary extinction event and is almost identical to its modern-day cousin Dactylurina in tropical Africa (

Because the intellect works step by step, our favourite theories are those in which everything happens incrementally.  We can make sense of them and will even bend the evidence to fit, if need be, to join those separate dots.  We prefer the step-by-step, even, absurdly, to rationalise our puzzle over an Almighty: “if there is a God, who created God?” We perceive the world passing by, moment by moment.  But this cosy view comes to a stop at the Big Bang: it’s hard to see how an infinitely tuned Universe arrives out of one huge blast when we know explosions are unpredictable and destructive events.

Although we don’t know this about the insect brain, the human brain commits to decisions about half a second before the owner becomes aware of them.  Our intellect seems a subset of something beyond us, making human life more as Shakespeare imagined, a stage in which we play a role.  The bee is a fantastic example of instinct without a self-conscious layer: it can’t have any idea why it behaves as it does or whether there might be a better life away from his nine to five and an endless honey-do list from the hive.  It doesn’t question its role, yet works with an urgency and a fidelity stretching back hundreds of millions of years.

Let's face it, these honeycombs are beautiful.  The hexagon is mathematically perfect,

Let’s face it, these honeycombs are beautiful. While a circle would seem the most obvious choice, the hexagon is superior – in fact it’s mathematically perfect, yielding the most internal volume for the least amount of surrounding material. Wax is expensive to the short-lived bee: they require 6-8 units of honey to produce one unit of wax, so maximising the ratio is critical.  This is not blind chance, and nor could it randomly evolve, because all other designs would have exhausted the worker and caused colony collapse even with all its other marvellous attributes

Nature is much closer to genius than to the intellect.  That’s probably why the enzymes laboriously created by our best engineers work at a miserly 2 transactions a second, while in the same fleeting instant, Nature’s superoxide dismutase can churn out several million reactions without missing a beat, while totally compatible with everything else inside and around the cell.  Papain in the papaya fruit, and bromelain in the pineapple work at 30,000 completed transactions per second.  Why should fruit be fully loaded with enzymes for which it has no use?


Electric Universe: “As it turns out, bees use the electric fields around flowers to sense whether it might contain pollen. The bees can also tell by the electric field whether a flower has just recently been visited by another bee.” (

Maybe we shouldn’t ask how the bee got here, though one thing seems sure: Monty Python’s song Eric, the Half a Bee notwithstanding, there couldn’t have been a prototype with half formed wings and sawn off legs plummeting helplessly and trampled underfoot, because life doesn’t support the half-designed, half efficient, half liability.  All life forms contain a different shade of wonders, but there is something marvellous about the bee. The bee seems made from sacrifice: using their sting means death, but even in life the average bee sacrifices procreation, donating its life instead to the welfare of the hive.  Ants, too, do the same but there is something majestic about the bee and its mathematically and chemically perfect creations.

The bee survives fully formed or not at all; specimens trapped in amber from 125 million years ago are practically identical to those alive today for two reasons: the design is complete, and DNA is perfectly stable even over hundreds of millions of generations.  Instead of arriving about 125 million years ago, scientists are starting to think that flying insects, the bee among them, first appeared along with flowering plants as long ago as 345 million years.

This co-ordination must be for the same reason spiders (along with their webs, their multiple-nozzle, perfectly controlled silk spinning mechanisms,  fantastic mountaineering skills and sense of geometry) arrived along with flying insects: Nature appears to be one almighty system in which every actor has a specific role, and somehow arrives on stage with the precise neural and physical equipment to carry it out.  But nowhere is this co-ordination more obvious than in the bee, and even its own colour scheme seems united with that of its honeycomb.

Close up view of the working bees on honeycells.

Without a ruler or even working light, their sense of measurement and layout is perfect

We associate bees with flowers and honey, but they also are able to calculate angles, identify individual peers and communicate flight paths to them, and it is said they can even take into account the roundness of the Earth.  As researchers found a long time ago:

..a trio of Swiss and American researchers discovered that the light-sensitive cells in a bee’s eye are twisted like corkscrews.  Now, at last, two of the group have found out why.

If the cells were not twisted, they say, bees would live in a psychedelic world where the colours of leaves would constantly change, making it difficult to find food (Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences, vol 90, p 4132)

What is Bee Propolis?

Bees also make a building material which exceeds in usefulness any chemical made by man.  It’s a special kind of glue, to waterproof and defend their hives, called propolis, which is made by mixing secretions from their hypopharyngeal glands with digested products from leaves, flowers and tree bark resin. Propolis is very sticky – I got a 50% mix of it on a toothbrush and had to throw it out the next day – sticky enough to keep out the rain and embalm enemies in their tracks.

But it’s also deadly to unwanted bacteria, fungi and larvae, exhibiting anti-bacterial, anti-fungal, anti-viral and anti-oxidative properties in humans.  It even sterilises the hive and provides a kind of social immunity for all its members.

Egyptians knew very well the antiputrefactive properties of propolis, and used it to embalm cadavers. Propolis was recognized for its multiplicity of medicinal uses, and remarkable safety profile by the Greek and Roman physicians, Aristoteles, Dioscorides, Pliny and Galen.

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Chemical factory: Nasanov gland: chemicals to assist identification of the hive entrance. Koschevnikov gland: alarm pheromone – attracts other bees to attack and sting the same part of the body of the offending animal. Dufour’s gland: chemicals line the entrance to the hive and may assist recognition of family or nest ownership. Mandibular glands: produces the lipid-rich white substance mixed with the hyopharyngeal gland secretions resulting in royal jelly. Inhibits ovary development in the workers. Hypopharyngeal glands: protein-rich secretions (Royal jelly) when the worker is a nurse bee. In a forage bee it produces invertase which helps break down sucrose into fructose and glucose. Pre-tarsus gland: function is not known.

If you never thought of bees as chemists, consider what their propolis does for us humans:

  1. decreases dental hypersenitivity better even than our ion-altering potassium mixes
  2. prevents cavities
  3. decreases oral mucositis created by chemotherapy toxins
  4. strengthens salivary glands
  5. reduces xerostomia in saliva glands caused by radiation therapy
  6. prevents oral cancer
  7. inhibits plaque
  8. acts as an anti-inflammatory
  9. stimulates wound healing in the dental pulp
  10. acts as an analgesic
  11. acts as antibacterial agent against oral pathogens
  12. reduces Enterococcus faecalis in root canals
  13. lessens gingivitus
  14. reduces recurrent aphthous stomatitis (mouth ulcers)
  15. protects oral mucosa
  16. helps heal wounds after oral surgery

Propolis is a highly complex mixture of more than 300 components including:

  1. phenolic acid
  2. terpenes
  3. cinnamic acid
  4. caffeic acid
  5. aromatic aldehydes
  6. alcohols
  7. amino acids
  8. fatty acids
  9. vitamins: A, B1, B2, B3, B7
  10. esters
  11. minerals
  12. essential oils
  13. flavonoids: flavones, flavonols, flavanones

Information gleaned from:

Propolis as chemotherapy:

One of the stars of this chemical cabaret is caffeic acid phenethyl ester, or CAPE.  Cancer researchers found that CAPE tears into cancer with a mind-boggling collection of mechanisms:

CAPE is a strong antioxidant extracted from honeybee hive propolis. Recent studies indicate that CAPE treatment can effectively suppress the proliferation, survival, and metastasis of oral cancer cells.
CAPE treatment inhibits Akt signaling, cell cycle regulatory proteins, NF-κB function, as well as activity of matrix metalloproteinase (MMPs), epidermal growth factor receptor (EGFR), and Cyclooxygenase-2 (COX-2).
Therefore, CAPE treatment induces cell cycle arrest and apoptosis in oral cancer cells. According to the evidence that aberrations in the EGFR/phosphoinositide 3-kinase (PI3K)/protein kinase B (Akt) signaling, NF-κB function, COX-2 activity, and MMPs activity are frequently found in oral cancers, and that the phosphorylation of Akt, EGFR, and COX-2 correlates to oral cancer patient survival and clinical progression, we believe CAPE treatment will be useful for treatment of advanced oral cancer patients.

Due to its all-round usefulness, several companies market variations of propolis, and one particularly well laid out page full of relevant information can be found here.

Researchers tested the cytotoxicity of CAPE both alone and contained in propolis.  The results showed that CAPE is cytotoxic to breast cancer cells in a time and dose dependent manner.  That means the more they used and the longer they used it, the greater the cytotoxic effect – without any downside.  They also found CAPE alone was not as effective as propolis: the conclusion was that using whole foods was superior to using isolated supplements, something Joanna Budwig stressed for cancer patients from the 1950’s.  How can chemotherapy, comprised of one man-made, toxic, molecule compete with this?  If, in a single tomato there are 10,000 phytonutrients, how could that be turned into a patentable equivalent, where every molecule has been altered?  Each molecule would need to be tested in isolation, and with every other – a virtually infinite number of different trials, each costing millions of dollars.

The writers found 10 times less CAPE was required for the same effect when it was included within propolis.  In Nature we don’t see a drop-off in performance of combined elements – in this case, at least 300 – nor do we see toxicity anywhere in that combination of elements.  This is so remarkable that people assume it must be no big deal to achieve.

The experiments were on cancer cells in the lab, but they also measured the rate of acetylation of histones – the epigenetic mechanism – in a healthy volunteer after three weeks of oral doses of propolis.  So they know it triggers the same mechanisms that caused cytotoxicity in the lab within the human body, and this is without any side effects at all.

Interestingly in the abstract, the writers point out that up to 80% of cancer patients admit to using supplements even when advised not to by oncologists, and that this was a multi billion dollar industry in 2009.  I imagine it is an even healthier market now, and I think you can see why.

Other research has been done on oral cancers and CAPE, published in the International Journal of Molecular Sciences (2015, 16).  A staggering number of mechanisms are unravelled, with the conclusion that CAPE should be considered – get this – a chemotherapy agent!

According to the above summariesin this review, there is strong evidence that CAPE treatment suppress proliferation, survival, metastasis, EGFR and COX-2 activity, PI3K -Akt signaling, and Skp2in human oral cancer cells.

So, what’s the bad news?

The bad news is, after a third of a billion years, bees are getting wiped out, and we’re still guessing why, though the fingers already point at us.  The present crisis they face reveals a surprising fragility for a 300 million year survivor, indicating it is not neccessarily robustness of a species which ensures longevity, but balance and harmony in the environment.  The problems seem to arise from our chemical products, incompatible with Nature and even our own bodies, for we also suffer as a result.

The stress caused to adult bees when the young are underpowered mentally and physically is detailed in a very interesting Public Library of Science One paper.  The neurotoxins in pesticides must certainly be one cause of bee colony collapse – what else can we expect when we produce (for human consumption!) crops whose every cell produces neurotoxins – but there is another problem, and it’s a pretty nasty one.

A PLoS-1 article named Bumblebee Pupae Contain High Levels of Aluminium was published only a month ago:

We measured content of aluminium in bumblebee pupae taken from naturally foraging colonies in the UK. Individual pupae were acid-digested in a microwave oven and their aluminium content determined.

Pupae were heavily contaminated with aluminium giving values between 13.4 and 193.4 μg/g dry wt. and a mean value of 51.0 (33.0) μg/g dry wt. for the 72 pupae tested. Mean aluminium content was shown to be a significant negative predictor of average pupal weight in colonies…the actual content of aluminium in pupae are extremely high and demonstrate significant exposure to aluminium.

Bees rely heavily on cognitive function and aluminium is a known neurotoxin with links to Alzheimer’s disease in humans. The significant contamination of bumblebee pupae by aluminium raises the spectre of cognitive dysfunction playing a role in their population decline.

The story was quickly picked up by other outlets including ScienceDaily and various MSM papers, but begs the question: how does aluminium, always bound to other materials in the soil, become a free element finding its way into the fields and flowers?

The first I heard of nanoscale aluminium was when Canadian egghead David Keith, backed by Carnegie Mellon, proposed spraying five megatons of the stuff into the atmosphere to deflect solar radiation.  After all, neither we nor the planet needs sunlight for anything useful.  What would be the dangers, someone asked? He didn’t know and clearly hadn’t bothered to look:

The Lancet, October 1982:

..analyses of the domestic water supply for each month on dialysis showed that dementia occurred only in those whose water supply had a high aluminium concentration (>80μg/l).

Another public figure talking about nanoscale aluminium these days is the neurosurgeon Russell Blaylock, who says autopsies of dementia patients show exceptionally large amounts of it collected in the brain around the junction with the olfactory nerve – the same area responsible for short term memory.  According to Blaylock, nanoscale aluminium travels up the olfactory nerve, collects in the brain, and, I’m guessing, never travels out again.  Good to see Keith did his homework.

Whatever the case, it’s a problem we’d better find an answer to quickly.  Could it be that, like pesticides, nano aluminium really is being sprayed somehow, and if so, who would be crazy enough to do such a thing?  These are all very good questions!

toronto chemical trail sequence

Photos from a sharp eyed Toronto blogger show non-CAA jets (no ADS-B signals, or, USAF IDs) don’t leave a 7 sec contrail (1 mile at 500mph) but, instead, drape the scenery with vast 3 hour+ sprays (on satellite photos they stretch to 450km in length) which, instead of dissipating, congeal and merge, leaving the sky a powdery white. This looks like a Summer photo – and from my Summers in Toronto I know they get very hot indeed – genuine condensation would last about as long as a snowball in Hell!


More information on insect facial recognition, if you’re interested:

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Awakening the Science of Kundalini

If anyone is able to get to Ontario, Canada this July, be sure to drop in at the renowned ICR‘s annual conference:

Conf. Flyer2015The theme of this year’s conference, Kundalini, will be a term known to many: the ancient Sanskrit word for the usually dormant serpent power residing at the base of the spine.  When activated by favourable genetics, gradual evolutionary forces or intense spiritual activity, this energy can enter the brain via the spinal canal, affecting the whole nervous system and personality.   In fact this is the common mechanism behind all religious and psiritual experience, meaning firstly that religious experience has a biological base, and secondly, that all mankind’s religions are united by one scientifically verifiable mechanism.

Those in whom it was active gave it its name after witnessing internally its lightning like side-to-side motion, akin to that of a purposeful silver serpent in full flight.  This imagery found its way into most civilisations one way or another – even our medical insignia, the caduceus – carried by Hermes, messenger of the Gods himself – shows two serpents emerging from an inverted triangle and coiling upwards around a vertical staff, while a mysterious serpent – “the most subtle of all the creatures” – seems to guard the tree of knowledge of good and evil in the Garden of Eden.

Elsewhere the pharaohs of ancient Egypt wore serpent-like insignias on their foreheads, to symbolise their brain’s unity with a divine power, while other serpents adorn the headdresses of the Aztecs and Incas.  Athena is shown with a serpent at her side, and Shiva is always shown with her protective serpent.  Meanwhile the writhing serpents of the anguished Medusa seem to represent the malevolent possibilities of this force when, due to the resistance or obstruction from still unknown biological factors, the awakening of kundalini leads to unbearable pressure on the brain, ending in insanity.

With its armoury of genetic and microscopic tools, scientific research into this rarely studied phenomenon is bound to shed light on the mystery of spiritual revelation, genius and insanity – either way, it’s a chance to absorb new material and meet like minded thinkers, amidst the tranquility of pristine Nothern Ontario!

Autumn Birches, by Canada's own Tom Thomson

Autumn Birches, by Canada’s own Tom Thomson

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Human Immunity: The Rebel Within

It’s becoming more and more difficult for independent thinkers to fit themselves into society.  Such people have always been a cause of friction, but now they seem to be hinges for revolution, and aligning with them has become more and more frightening to the ordinary person.

Back in the mid 1800’s, Thoreau was one such independent character.  He lacked the social graces of his good friend and sometime rival Emerson, and spoke his mind at every opportunity, no matter who he might upset. Behind his back he was often referred to as “that terrible Thoreau”.

Thoreau showed that core characteristic of an independent thinker, a firm conviction which no amount of discouraging news could dislodge.  For example, after the apparent rejection by the public of his latest book, A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers:

A Week was not well received by the public, and only two hundred copies of it sold in the first few years after its publication. Thoreau financed the volume himself.

When publisher James Munroe returned the unsold copies to him in 1853, Thoreau wrote in a journal entry for October 28, 1853, “I have now a library of nearly 900 volumes, over 700 of which I wrote myself.”

In another instance, Emerson recalled how Thoreau had once attended the local library to withdraw some especially rare books for his research, only to be told that certain volumes were not available to the public, and certainly not to Thoreau, who was not even a library member.

Incensed, Thoreau reminded them that the library itself was nothing more than a convenience intended for his benefit, and therefore, because of the whole basis on which America was founded he insisted that, being a citizen of good standing, it was he, and not the library, who was the rightful owner of these volumes.  Furthermore, the library itself was now engaged in the theft of these books from the good men for whom they were intended.  So forceful were his arguments and so overwhelming his conviction that the library manager, helpless and ashamed when stripped of his flimsy academic fallacies, issued him with a permit to withdraw any books he wished, and to retain them for as long as he needed.

Such self-reliance was the whole reason for which Thoreau lived.  He was famously disinterested in money: having designed a superior pencil, he was congratulated by friends that riches at last awaited, from its manufacture.  Appalled at the prospect, he replied: “why should I do again what I have already done once?”  More than a century and a half later, it is Thoreau who is seen as a champion of truth, while the officials and corporate types he railed against are all forgotten.

Today our decisions, behaviour and even our memories are delegated to institutions which have no interest in the welfare of citizens other than ensuring they be in a fit condition to produce their share of wealth and services for the state.  In all cultures self reliance has been rare, but real thinkers do exist today, damning by their very existence today’s homogeneity, dissipations and satiation.  In fact, so strange do they appear to their friends and families, and so at odds are they with society’s cherished notions that they are regarded with apprehension, and labelled lunatics, conspiracy theorists or revolutionaries.

I was heartened this week to hear of three very different kinds of protest which show that this natural human self reliance and its immunity to oppressive or pointless external authority, is alive and well in many quarters, and thanks mainly to social media, making good headway.

For example, one group so infuriated by our governments’ continued support for Israel’s concentration camps, theft of land, and its savage ongoing massacres – while spouting the approved lines about fighting terror – poured several gallons of fake blood in the middle of Belgium airport to stage a loud protest, which was ignored by the press but relayed around the world via social media:

protest Belgium airport 2

While in Bologna, Italy, the obscene chemtrails we witnessed last August in Venice – and about which the gondoliers were so angry – have caused an eruption of protest in a country formerly known for its beautiful blue skies.  The protest went unreported in the press and television but lit up the internet within hours via social media:

Here in the UK, amidst the usual vacuous election posturing, Nicola Sturgeon has made a part of the SNP’s platform the removal of Trident, the UK’s nuclear weapons – a grotesque, suicidal, terrifying £100 billion obscenity without any precedent in all of Earth’s history.  These immensely profitable machines of pure terror – designed specifically to roast entire cities alive – has no place in a civilised society, let alone one demanding the rank and file cut back to save government wealth (which in turn all belongs to the ordinary people who created it).

As a result, politicans have become apoplectic with carefully displayed outrage, while their press has had a field day.  Sturgeon has been labelled an extremist, a traitor, a snake, a scorpion, a serpent and even “the most dangerous wee woman in the world” by current leaders such as Boris Johnson and David Cameron, and their propaganda arm, the mainstream press.

This should tell us something very important.  The current governments and their propaganda outlets are interested only in maintaining the gravy train of status quo.  During a debate, Sturgeon caught Labour leader Ed Milliband offguard when she turned and asked him, “would you use nuclear weapons against ISIS?”  Flabbergasted, and keen to retain his man-of-the-people image Milliband gasped “of course not!”.  Sturgeon replied: “well, this is a question about nuclear weapons.”

Nicola Sturgeon laughs off the insults and gets on with the SNP campaign.

The Scottish National Party’s Nicola Sturgeon

Meanwhile in the real world, desperate refugees from Western-led wars fuelled by Western-made weapons in the service of Western oil interests are attempting to flee to Europe in boats commanded by proft-hungry pirates.  But these ramshackle, vastly overloaded boats often capsize, with hundreds drowned at a time: men, women, and children locked in holds are sinking without trace.  But Europe has decided to abandon its rescue efforts, believing it only encourages more refugees.

Britain has previous form here, having turned away a shipload of Jewish children fleeing the Nazi regime in the 1930’s and sending them back to certain death.  How those children might have enriched our society, we will never know.  This week one cartoonist, sensing the appalling disconnect between ensconsed leaders and humanity at large, produced this:

migrants from earthWhile another mind with an equally clear vision created an image relevant to our current leaders, one which they would do well to ponder:

political leaders on a lifeboat

Strange though it may seem to those who haven’t been paying attention, a profound change is most definitely in the air.  When it finally arrives and becomes accepted as “just common sense” by the rank and file, it will be thanks to that determined and self-reliant individual who demanded it, showing that it is the individual, and not the institution, which eventually prevails.

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Learning About State Terror

Imagine you live in a village of 270 houses.  One ordinary day, three homeowners return from work to find their houses demolished with explosives, and all who were at home, dead.

The government is already on the scene.  They explain to the distraught individuals that they were simply conducting dummy explosives drills in those three houses – and nowhere else – all at the same time that day, and to their surprise the drills went live.

The government shrugs, saying they found the culprits; but speaking to them is impossible, as they have all been shot dead.

After the July 7th 2005 bombings on the London transport system, it was widely believed that the government and the metropolitan police could never have expected this sort of attack, and were caught on the hop.  Villains were named and shot dead to protect us, with no more questions asked.  Government figures appeared in poses of stern resolve, with patriotic words, reminding us all how our enemies hate our freedoms, and amid much hand wringing about how dangerous a free society is (and ironically, for an event in which no CCTV film was released) explain the need for more security measures.

But something doesn’t add up.

Media patriotism ensures dissenters are labelled traitors

The same claim of surprise was made by George Bush after the 9/11 events, when in fact in the year running up to 9/11, more than three dozen hijacking drills were dealt with within moments by NORAD, and areas of the Pentagon had already been rebuilt specifically to survive a hit by an airliner.  Meantime the FBI had been keeping close tabs on Mohammed Atta and his pals, knowing full well they wanted to learn to fly, but all lacked any skills and certainly all were highly focused on their own enjoyment of life – there is no evidence at all any of them were on the flights that day.  The brash, cocksure, hard drinking, bragging misogynist Mohammed Atta spoke to his father the day after 9/11 – according to his father –  in an uncharacteristic panic, realising he and his pals had all become massive, internationally-known, patsies overnight.

On the day of 9/11, a standard false-flag scenario was played out: a handful of drills of hijacked planes were being carried out at the same time, so that the real “hijackings” became lost in the shuffle.  Panicky FAA staff were constantly asking, “wait, is this real, or a drill?”  Meantime NORAD planes were diverted with endless drills up North: Vigilant Warrior, Vigilant Guardian, etc.  Even when it became obvious that NORAD planes had to be summoned, they were summoned from as far away as possible and sent out in the wrong direction at half speed.  It was a pathetic farce.

The Military District of Washington planned for a plane crash just like the Pentagon Attack in their “Mascal” planning excercise on October 24, 2000. (911 Review.Org)

The idea that our government is blissfully unaware of danger is as far from the truth as you can imagine, and the timeline given below shows exactly how the UK public were prepped.  Not only were seeds planted in their mind, the public were virtually inundated with the idea that individuals who sought the end of our freedoms would sooner or later let off bombs on the underground, and that the only possible response was to shoot them dead, and, of course, keep up the lucrative wars abroad.

There are seven essential steps for any state to carry out a false flag attack:

  1. Continually stoke the public fear
  2. Run “dummy drills” as operatives prepare the actual attack.  Anyone later identified by the public can claim “I was working on the drill.”
  3. Confiscate all CCTV after the event or disable institutional CCTV in advance.  To this day, no film from any of dozens of CCTVs outside the Pentagon, on the neighboring hotels or gas stations, or on the motorway, have been released to prove a plane hit the Pentagon, bar three blurry frames showing what looks like a missile: the rest were destroyed or confiscated
  4. Get the state’s story out immediately via the mass media: people cling to a first impression so strongly that it is well nigh impossible to remove it later even if shown to be absurd
  5. Set up a good relation with the patsies in advance, making certain they are silenced immediately afterwards.  It would be very inconvenient for them to confess: “we were paid to show up by a guy named Peter Power as part of his drill”.
  6. Deny any involvement.  And keep on denying it, labelling accusers “lunatic conspiracy theorists”, until you practically come to believe it yourself.
  7. Stall an investigation for as long as possible, but if through public pressure it eventually has to take place, make sure it comes up with the fairytale in (4).  Whether it involves a magic bullet (Warren Commision) or 47 story buildings which, not hit by any plane, collapse into a symmetrical heap (9/11 Commission), get the nonsense out and take as long as you like!
911 poster

On the one hand, 2,300 qualified, professional architects and engineers who say the 9/11 story could never have happened as we have been told. On the other, discredited government sites like trotting out the same old nonsense

Leaving the patsy dead is the standard endgame: Lee Harvey Oswald was no more guilty of shooting JFK than you or I, with baffled witnesses even placing him in the basement cafeteria casually drinking a coke at the time of the shooting.  In his own words, as the awful truth must have been sinking in: “I didn’t shoot anyone.  I’m just a patsy.”  Next thing you know, Jack Ruby bursts onto the scene and Oswald is no more.  Ruby himself must have felt the same creeping sense of panic as it dawned on him that the government seemed disinterested in his story of nefarious figures in the shadows and that he, too, was expendable.

Think about it: it has never been explained how a non-entity such as Oswald suddenly appears on the “most wanted” list, with his image readily prepared, printed and circulated to police departments all over town before the FBI had even analysed the carefully-wrapped and hidden rifle for prints (something they never did).  Media hysteria fills in all the blanks.


L Paul Bremer: insurance manager? Terrorism expert, invasion overlord, chief finance officer, painter? Or psychopath?

Likewise, before many people realised planes had struck the WTC buildings, a curious fellow named L Bremer was racing to the TV stations (instead of being in his office at the top of one of the WTC towers) to announce bin Laden did it and that the US needed to invade Iraq and Afghanistan with every force at their disposal. How does an insurance company employee know the unknowable – since every witness was now dead – about who ordered the strikes, even before flight manifests were released, before the dust had settled, and while all of New York was in a state of confusion and chaos?

L Bremer later morphed into manager of the Iraq occupation, in the process running the country into the ground, as pallet loads of hundred dollar bills flown in from the USA all vanished into his shady economy.  For this catastrophic failure he was promoted to Bush’s senior finance officer: we wouldn’t want a disaffected, disillusioned canary singing to the public!  And after all, there’s plenty of other people’s money to go around.  Lately he’s taken up painting truly awful pictures, as his buddy Bush himself was to do later on.  What a small world.

L Bremer UndertheCherryTrees

Under the Cherry Trees, by L Paul Bremer. Try as I might, I can’t find a single thing worth looking at. It almost seems painted by someone with no emotions and no empathy with man or nature at all.

Formerly an insurance exec, the TV station needed L Bremer to gain immediate traction with the public, thus labelling him a “terrorism expert”.. something he certainly seems to be.  The patsy Bin Laden stated he had nothing to do with the attacks, and died a year or two later from renal failure, but it was very useful to maintain the illusion of the bogeyman’s existence to justify the ongoing revenge: the military rape of completely innocent countries.

“I was told from the highest levels of the White House: ‘tell the people running Iraq if they don’t tell us about planning attacks on the US, we will bomb them into the stone age.’  The Iraqis were keen to co-operate and end sanctions, and even promised to build us a million cars a year.  They knew nothing about any attacks, saying “the only thing we know is what you keep telling us!”

Susan Lindauer, CIA’s senior 2001 link to Iraq

Bin Laden’s “assassination” closed the fairytale and prevented any awkward questions.  As for the evidence for this assassination, can you imagine a murder trial in which there is no body, no DNA, no photos, no fingerprints, no witnesses, and not even a crime scene?  The only evidence we have is a photo of stuffed shirts in a White House briefing looking very surprised.  Good enough for me!

Before the British 7/7 attacks, Prime Minister Blair was in something of a pickle.  Three million people took to the streets to protest against going to war alongside Bush & Bremer’s US forces, and were duly ignored.  It was later revealed via transcripts of conversations between Blair and Bush that Blair had agreed to go to war no matter what.  Several years on, with costs rising, British military deaths piling up and no benefit anywhere in sight, support was thinner still.  Something had to be done to whip up public support, but what?

Although this image, showing Tony Blair in a military plane resting his feet on the coffin of an armed forces personnel, was apparently a satirical montage created by a blogger at BBDO, it accurately sums up the image the British people have of Blair: a callous, pretentious, greedy and psychopathic warmonger; this explains why so many people assumed it was genuine.

What indeed.  Remember there are 270 Underground stations, open for around 18 hours each, 365 days in the year.  To carry out a dummy drill in a single station which suffers a simultaneous genuine attack would be odds of about 270 * 365 * 18 or more than 1.7 million to one in a single year.  To get three simultaneously correct, assuming all would be at the same time, the odds against it grow to over 128 billion to one.

Even if you limit the stations to central London, during peak commutes only on working days, and it’s still a very very improbable series of events, coming in at 122 million to one against.  And all these proposals ignore the fact that attacks could happen at any year, so multiply them all by six to include years since Bush & Bremer’s 9/11.

Pick three at random?

This is however exactly how false flags are carried out.  In Obama’s Boston Bombing, runners were puzzled to hear that bomb drills would be taking place and that any explosions or police presence should be ignored as routine.  Then, boom – and as the Fox News reporter, clearly not in on the scam, said from a helicopter above, “it could have been a gas explosion in the kitchens – all we know for sure is that all the injured were brought out from behind those glass walls.”  Next came the media frenzy, the shooting of one of the patsies, and so on.

Naturally any operatives caught in the act could claim they were simply assisting the drill.

Now, to get around the ludicrous odds in London, it was necessary to emotionally stoke the public to half expect an event which was, in reality, impossible.  Deeply in shock, the public quickly abandoned their critical thinking and were encouraged to join America’s absurd “war on terror”.  Here’s how the inherently skeptical British public was carefully prepped for attacks orchestrated by ex-spook Peter Power and various henchmen within the security services:

In February 2004 the BBC broadcast a pilot episode of a new show called Crisis Command, where members of the public took on the role of crisis managers.  The crises they dealt with included power surges, an attack on Waterloo underground station, and a plane crashing into the houses of parliament.

In March 2004, the train bombings in Madrid took place.  In May 2004, an episode of the BBC show Panorama involved a panel of experts responding to a fictional terrorist attack: “this is the kind of terrorist attack the government repeatedly says is going to happen.”

The scenario involved bombings on three tube trains and then a bombing on a large road vehicle. One member of the expert panel was former counter terrorism police office turned management consultant Peter Power (senior Met Police 1971 – 1992, BET group securty director 1992-1994, Visor Consulting 1995 – present).

London Bomber Peter Power’s Visor Consulting

The show was criticised by the government for scaring the public. On the very same day in New York, the authorities carried out a terrorism training exercise called Operation Transit Safe that also featured attacks on train stations.

 In July 2004, a training exercise in Birmingham called Operation Horizon was based around suicide terrorists spraying the public with a chemical poison. Again, it was criticised for whipping up fear.

In sept 2004 the BBC broadcast a film co-produced with HBO called Dirty War. The film began with a terrorism training exercise and depicted a muslim suicide attack using a radiological dirty bomb on Liverpool street station. It also showed a second pair of bombers being shot dead by police marksmen.

In December 2004 another episode of Spooks (the previous one was July 7th 2003) showing yet more attacks on train stations, a drill turned live, portrayed a muslim proxy bomb. An Iraqi woman is coerced into having a bomb surgically implanted in her body by a terrorist who plans to detonate the explsiove remotely.  At the last minute the terrorist is shot dead by special forces.

Several years later it was reported that it was believed that Al Queda were using bombs installed in breast implants though this appears to be government fiction.

In April 2005, an international training drill called Atlantic Blue again featured attacks on london tube trains and buses. It involved the US who called it Top Off 3 and Canada who called it Triple Play.  To heighten realism, the US created fake news broadcasts and a fake Pakistani-looking terrorist suspect. All of the usual elements are in place and now are starting to become embedded in the public’s mind.

Tony Farrell, a senior Met intelligence officer, became suspicious immediately on seeing the 7/7 bombing evidence, and recognised that Peter Power (shown, above) had to be responsible. He has since crusaded for a proper investigation, to no avail

In June 2005, another Spooks episode was filmed which portrayed an attack on a London tube station. Actress says: “the bomb this morning – was it the muslims?”  The show also refers to Operation Gladio, the plan to stage deadly events to create support for crackdowns on specific racial groups.

June 12th 2005 the government ran yet another drill, a full scale exercise based around an emergency at a London tube station, this time at Tower Hill.  In July 2005, one exercise by the metropolitan police called Hanover and one by Deutche Bank were both based on attacks on the London underground.

(You start to wonder if they aren’t hoping to give terrorists ideas by this constant repetition of how-to-plant-bombs, via TV shows. Perhaps it is useful to have these ideas circulating in society both to trigger attacks, and failing that, to prepare the public to accept the proposed patsies.  If they seriously wanted to help racial relations, they would have long ago stopped their endless parade of fictional muslims attacking Londoners.)

On July 7th, the bombs coincided with an exercise in London and one in New York both based around multiple attacks on underground trains.

2 weeks after 7/7 another training exercise took place in which 4 men set off devices on 3 trains and a bus. This time they released the CCTV. Men put on trial but not charged with terror offences. Their defence was that they were staging a protest. July 2007: convicted of attempted murder.

In this way, reality and TV are blurred, but all are events designed to keep the public in a state of fear and suspense.  When the brown stuff eventually hits the fan, people naturally fill in the blanks, as did one actor in a TV bombing: “was it the muslims?”

It was after this that police shot an innocent South American named Menendez who some say was simply running to catch a train.

Singapore later staged a huge exercise called Northstar 5, based on London’s 7/7 attacks. Train bombs were let off, actors fake injuries with moulage etc.   The TV show Spooks in Sept 07 featured an unintentional suicide bomber, where police shoot and kill the detonator.

Oct 2008: another episode of Spooks on 4 dealt with suicide bombers in London.  You get the idea by now.

There are plenty of detailed documentaries explaining the holes in the government’s official story, from underground trains in which the floors were blown upward – an impossibility for a backpack – to a Jaguar car believed by some to belong to Peter Power himself being shown on CCTV apparently co-ordinating the patsies in a prior dummy run and on 7/7 itself, to quickly changing claims of the explosives used (from military grade, as declared at the scene of the explosion, to amateur made, then finally to kitchen-made using a frying pan) and of course the suspicious way all the underground CCTV was “down” on 7/7, with the only photo available being an obviously photoshopped image of the patsies outside a train station – one unfortunately having the metal rail behind him running right through his body!

A consistent feature of false flags is a changing storyline – which is variously to the fog of war, updated intelligence, confusion and panic – but what is never explained is how each revision is presented as undisputed fact.  When a fake bomb was let off in Boston, suspects were first a Saudi national, until he was linked to the Obamas, and then switched to patriot American groups, and finally the Tsarnaev brothers, who had been handled by the FBI all along.


Note the character in the background, with a metal rail at hip level apparently running in front of his body! Why have no motion films been shown, despite it being a frame from a CCTV camera?  Presumably because only single images can be faked!

If the 7/7 suspects were genuine bombers, any intelligent investigator would be desperate to interview them and unravel a wider chain of villains still on the loose. But with patsies this would be a disaster: they would claim no knowledge of any plot and immediately reveal who hired them in the first place.  Often a fictional story is concocted that the patsies hurled bombs at their pursuers (Boston) or shot a policeman in their panic (Boston, Oswald) or even shot themselves (Sandy Hoax).  In any event, they must always end up dead before a curious media interviews them.

A novel flourish was used in the Charlie Hebdo false flag shootings: the masked, highly efficient professional killers made a mistake: they left ID cards behind.  Oh dear!  This led the police to track down some very surprised individuals at the expected address and who made no attempt to flee; they were shot dead immediately.  Nothing to see here, move along please!

Nor are false flags limited to Britain and America.  Putin had Moscow apartment blocks blown up in September 1999, killing over 300 people, to justify a ruthless invasion of Chechnya, with its reserves of the purest form of oil available.


As John Dunlop points out in The Moscow Bombings of September 1999, the attacks were the equivalent for Russians of 9/11 for Americans. They aroused a fear of terrorism—along with a desire for revenge against the Chechens—that Russians had not known since Stalin used the supposed terrorist threat as a pretext to launch his bloody purges of the 1930s. Just as Bush resisted an investigation for as long as posisble, Russian authorities prevented all efforts to investigate who was behind these acts of terror and why they happened. In the words of Russian journalist Yuliya Kalinina: “We in general know nothing.”

None of this stuff is new.  Countries have been setting up disasters and blaming enemies for as long as we’ve had newspapers to report them to a gullible public.  The Vietnam war was based on a false flag attack.  A false flag was discussed to provoke war with Cuba in JFK’s day by murdering US citizens, though he refused to give permission.  The Israelis, isolated in the middle east as the only permanent invading and occupying terrorist force, and certainly the only ones keeping vast numbers of prisoners in concentration camps, are such undisputed masters at this subterfuge that they come in for suspicion every time the government presents bloodied images in the press:

In 1954, Israeli agents working in Egypt planted bombs in several buildings, including a United States diplomatic facility, and left evidence behind implicating Egyptian Muslims as the culprits. The ruse would have worked, had not one of the bombs detonated prematurely, allowing the Egyptians to capture and identify one of the bombers, which in turn led to the roundup of an Israeli spy ring.

Some of the spies were from Israel, while others were recruited from the local Jewish population. Israel responded to the scandal with claims in the media that there was no spy ring, that it was all a hoax perpetrated by “anti-Semites”.  (Where have we heard this before?.. IC)

As the public trial progressed, it was evident that Israel had indeed been behind the bombing. Eventually, Israeli’s Defense Minister Pinhas Lavon was brought down by the scandal, although it appears that he was himself the victim of a frame-up by the real authors of the bombing project, code named “Operation Susannah.”

This is not the only example of a false flag designed to trick the United States into attacking Israel’s enemies. According to Victor Ostrovsky, a Mossad defector now living in Canada, Ronald Reagan was tricked into bombing Libya by means of a radio transmitter smuggled into Tripoli by the Mossad, which broadcast messages designed to fool the United States into thinking Libya was about to launch a massive terror attack on the west. On the basis of this fake evidence, the US bombed Libya, killing Khadaffi’s daughter.

More recently, Captain Ward Boston, who served as senior legal counsel for the Navy’s Court of Inquiry into the Israeli attack on USS Liberty, has come forward to report that the Court of Inquiry was ORDERED to conclude that the attack was an accident by President Lyndon Johnson. In hindsight, given the use of unmarked aircraft and boats by Israel during the actual attack, it appears that Israel intended to sink the US ship and frame Egypt for the attack, tricking the US into the war against Egypt.

So next time we hear a politician spouting nonsense about the enemies at the gate, let’s remember the words of a notable politician who best sums up the maxim: “History is written by the victors”.

A political leader admitting something all political leaders understand.

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The Cure for Cancer

The cause of cancer has been known for more than 80 years.  It was a discovery made by Otto Warburg in the 1930’s, for which he won the Nobel Prize:

The first thing to understand is that there is one and only one reason cells grow into cancer.  It is a lack of sufficient oxygen to a certain subset of the 210 different types of cells known to make up the human body.  This is called hypoxia.

Warburg found that by reducing the available oxygen to human cells, he could turn them, at will, into undifferentiated cancer cells.  People look at cancer as some alien, invading force, forgetting that every cell comes from a cell.  Cancer cells are human cells that  survived a dangerous environment by resorting to glucose as an energy source instead of oxygen.  The waste products of these cells are acidic, which accounts for the acidic nature of tissues around tumours, but this suits them fine as oxygen is of no use and even repugnant to them.  Hemoglobin – the marvellous little oxygen delivery vehicle with four sprung iron platforms – doesn’t work well in an acidic environment, which may be one reason why the blood is kept at an alkaline level by fail-safe mechanisms.  The tissues are another matter though, and often become acidic if the blood has to draw alkalinity from them to keep itself in balance.  You can check your own levels of alkalinity using pH strips on your saliva.

The main culprit – though not the only one – causing this asphyxiation of human cells was presumed at the time to be the steadily growing supply of food-grade plastics which kept much better on the shelf and in factories, and was ideal for any country preparing for war.  Margarine behaves more like plastic than food because the fat molecules which human cells need for respiration have been hydrogenated (where hydrogen ions have been passed over them to stop their tendency to oxidate and go stale) and lose their electrical charge in the process; thus, instead of carrying a cloud of highly active pi electrons into the cells, form themselves into a mesh which the cells are unable to use.  Molecules are so small that one teaspoon of margarine would be enough to supply 50,000 such useless fat molecules to every cell in your body.

Dr Joanna Budwig, another genius from Germany, came up with a diet which included special fatty acids which combined with cottage cheese carry an electrical charge into the cells, including cancerous ones, and can turn them to normally respiring cells again.  In fact a very good friend of mine was diagnosed last year with vocal cord cancer, spotted very early on via her croaky voice.  The hospital was ready to slice the vocal cords up, requiring “speech therapy” afterwards.  For a vivacious single woman of 30, this was an ominous situation.  I suggested she ask for a stay of execution while she tried the Budwig diet for a few weeks.  Such was her trust in me that she did exactly that, and duly went back a few weeks later for a second biopsy – which came up completely clear of cancer cells.

Understandably she had her doubts, as cottage cheese and flax oil hardly has the ring of a high powered cure.  So she asked if the original sample might, perhaps, have been okay after all?  No, she was told, the original sample was crammed with cancer cells, hence the audible damage to her voice, and the surgeon’s urgency.  Then maybe, she suggested, the second biopsy had cancer cells that weren’t detected?  No, she was told, the second biopsy had generous margins and was completely, 100% clear, only containing normal cells.  That was the end of the matter, and shows how easy stage I cancer can be reversed through diet alone.

Cells are very big compared to a fat molecule (in an idle moment I once worked out if a cell had the diameter of the M25 motorway surrounding London, a single fat molecule would fit into a bathtub) but even so, a diet filled with processed food, various hydrogenated oils and very few vegetables, combined with a stressful life, is a sure ticket to cancer sooner or later.  This is why one in two of us will get cancer today, up from about 1 in 100 over a century ago.  It’s not because cancer is better diagnosed: cancer has been around and identified for as long as we have records of human physicians.  While food-grade plastics didn’t exist in Hippocrates’ day, somehow cancer did.


Macrophages in brown chasing the bacteria in blue!

But we all have a phenomenal immune system, and part of that immune system is a cell called a macrophage, a word meaning “big eater”.  This is the original PacMan – except the macrophages have tentacles to grab and materials to engulf its prey, and weapons to shoot oxygen into the victim to break the cell wall and enable the recycling of the contents.

The weapons these killers use are mounted on and constructed of molecules which are unaffected by free radicals – superoxide dismutase among them (found in melons, as it happens) – so that no harm comes to the macrophage itself.  When they’re at work, their oxygen use goes up by a factor of 100 times.  This is supreme engineering.  It’s also why fresh air and sunshine are essential to health – we need vitamin D and we need oxygen! And I guess melons won’t hurt either.  As it turns out, I haven’t found any natural food that isn’t anti-cancer, pro-immune, pro-heart, or pro-brain in some way.  The natural world is the mother to mankind, and we tinker with what she produces at our own risk.

Cancer is also part of life, and it has the kind of ingenuity all other life shows: the tumour cell produces an enzyme called alpha-N-acetyl-galactosaminidase, or Nagalase for short.  This enzyme is a long-range bullet aimed in a manner worthy of man’s best sniper.  What it does is pounce on a single amino acid site among thousands in a vitamin-d derived protein, and in that single hit, disables the whole thing.  The protein it sabotages is the trigger producing something called GcMAF (a macrophage activator) which in turn is equivalent to a starter battery for macrophages.

We all get cancer every day; the macrophages stamp on it efficiently and we go our merry way, none the wiser.  But let’s say at some point we have a traumatic shock or a period of prolonged stress.  Stress hormones dampen the immune system and if this is allowed to go on long enough the cancer cells can start to get the edge, producing nagalase all the while.  Beyond a certain point, the macrophages can’t stamp on the cells quick enough to keep up with the steadily mounting flow of sniper bullets tending to thin their production line and put them to sleep.  Nagalase is also released by viruses, so the immune has some work to do keeping on top of all these things.

The half life of tissue macrophages extends to months, whereas the half life of nagalase is less than a day; this was assumed after experiments in which mouse tumours were surgically removed, where the blood showed normal nagalase readings the next day.

By the time a tumour is detectable there are hundreds of millions of cells clumped together, a year or two down the road.  In the 1970’s, cancer specialist Dr Carl Simonton observed that all his cancer patients seemed to have experienced a severe emotional trauma a year or two beforehand, though he couldn’t have known the mechanism behind it.  But it makes no difference whether you know the molecular goings-on or not: once the immune’s frontline killers are asleep, you’re sailing down the proverbial creek without the required paddle.

There are only two ways to deal with cancer, apart from ignoring it: one is to trust a standard medical professional and do whatever they tell you.  The other way is to try to understand what’s happening so you can make your own decisions, whatever they may be.  The problem with medical professionals is that the only cures they accept for cancer (mandated by law in some countries) besides surgery, is a chemical or radioactive blast on your body, causing massive collateral damage.  The immune system is the first victim – ironic indeed.  Even removing the tumour doesn’t help unless the state of the tissue milieu which produced it is taken into account.  Modern professionals treat the tumour in isolation as if it represented the start and finish of the whole problem, instead of seeing it as the final act in a long system-wide drama, and something the immune system itself would safely take care of without any damage to normal cells if only it could.

What “alternative” practitioners do is treat the immune system.  Legally, they can’t even say they treat cancer, but this suits them fine, as they’re not treating cancer at all.  Ignoring the immune is a bit like carefully fixing damage to a car driven by a drunk driver, then handing the driver a thermos of whiskey and sending him on his way.  Well, it’s not exactly like that, but you get the gist.

Some Australian oncologists did a detailed study (erring in the favour of chemo wherever the situation was in doubt) and concluded chemo only contributes to five year survival in about 2% of cases; chemo even turns healthy cells into tumour cells, as later research showed.  My own essays last year describe how tumour cells come up with ingenious pumps to capture and eject chemo molecules, and share the DNA code between cells so that all can benefit.  Since chemo is only aimed at the 15-20% of tumour cells trying to reproduce at any time, a few cycles of chemo are enough time for tumour cells to study the molecule, educate themselves, and become “multiple drug resistant”.

This is a deadly condition for anyone relying on standard medical tools, and in whom the immune has already been torched in an effort to hack away at a tumour, forgetting completely the health of the patient themselves.  In fact it’s a common hope that the tumour will be killed before the patient.  In another rather gruesome joke oncologists turn up at the funeral of one of their patients and try to prise open the coffin lid, wanting “to try just one more thing”.  Tumours might well break up, but its component cells can travel far and wide in an immune-free body, and grow back at their leisure, using the same mechanisms as before.

chemo 2 percent 1There’s no doubt doctors mean well, but they’re human, and drug companies do a good job selling them on every new tweak of a basically dangerous product.  One well-meaning doctor put me on Tarceva – a targeted epithelial cell chemo priced at $3000 per month, or $100 per tiny pill – to see what would happen.  After that he’d wanted to try Nexava, at $10,000 per month or $333 per pill!   The pills seemed innocuous enough, but in under four days of half a pill per day my skin started to erupt so I politely discontinued it. Months later, long after I’d left the clinic, one of their nurses confided she was glad I had rejected it.  Why’s that?  Because every patient they’d put on it had died.

chemo 2 percent 2In this market you can understand why drug companies spend much more on marketing than research, something to bear in mind if you’re running marathons or going door to door collecting funds for them.

pharma-spending1But wherever consciousness is at work, an answer will present itself sooner or later, and that is the case here: a product called GcMAF.  GcMAF is a natural product we all carry in our bodies, so having more creates no side effects at all, and its isolation and manufacture is the result of 20 years research by a Dr Yamamoto.  I’ve been on it for three months already.  When I first started taking it, I had already been unable to yawn for about four months, as the tumours must have infiltrated the deep seated muscular mechanisms somehow.  It hurt!  Within two weeks I found I could yawn with only moderate pain, my diary at the time recording the suspicious note, “still some pain – could be false alarm”.  Pessimism notwithstanding, within one month I was yawning virtually without pain at all – a phenomenal reversal in only four weeks, of the disease’s progress over several months.

While I was attending the GcMAF clinic in Lausanne a bright and energetic woman from Toronto found in her second week that her abdominal tumours were no longer detectable via the daily ultrasound scans.  She had three small children at home who had all asked a stunned Father Christmas in his Grotto to make their mum better again.  Such indeed was the case, by Christmas day!  An understandably pessimistic fellow from the UK who’d tried numerous therapies on hs pancreatic tumours without success was watching them dissolve via the scans, but added ominously that there must be some mistake, because a surgeon in London had already told him it was impossible.  I only stayed a week, so I can’t say what became of him, but it looked very promising.

A measure of nagalase is therefore a very effective measure of tumour activity. The normal range measurement is .32 – .95 while mine was 3.8, on the 3rd of February.  I’ve had a sample taken every 2 weeks since then.  Nagalase is so new that the UK is totally bewildered by it.  It is utterly futile to expect a doctor trained a decade ago largely by pharma-sponsored courses, and inundated ever since with a flood of daily stresses, to know all about it.  Even among alternative clinics it is something new and not wholly understood.

The only place I could find to test it was in the Netherlands, and they take six weeks to turn it around.  Full of hope, I asked my GP’s office if they would take a sample from me, freeze it and send overnight via FedEx.  The nurse was perplexed: “But what colour container should we use?”  I said they could use a wine bottle for all I cared.  They declined, saying they had no equipment to freeze it, but the main sticking point seemed to be they didn’t want to risk sending it anywhere.  I said I would take it, freeze it and send it myself but they were horrified, since as you can imagine this violated every NHS rule ever written.

The hospital haematology department was more interested but it ended the same way: after asking for a full explanation of everything to do with nagalase they admitted the whole freezing and sending to people they didn’t know was too far beyond their ken.  That only left Wimpole Street and Harley Street to fill the market niche, at a suitable cost.  I only today received the first reading and can’t yet say if it’s going up or down.  Luckily I’m keeping track of everything I eat or inject, which means I should be able to duplicate successful lowerings and find the source of any unwelcome increases.  For all I know it may be falling like a stone; we’ll see in two weeks.

And so there we have it – it’s true that squamous cell carcinoma is notoriously difficult to eradicate, as it has a few other tricks up its sleeve, like “production of TNF inhibitors” to frustrate even a finely honed immune system.  But these, too, can be removed by a genius in Bavaria named Dr Rigdon Lentz, passing your blood through a customised dialysis process. The lucky thing here is that SCC is so dependent on these cameoflage agents that it responds dramatically to their removal, even in patients half dead from chemo.  It involves a stent in an artery which makes me somewhat queasy.

In a couple of weeks I’ll know which way things are going, and anyway Bavaria is rather pretty.. and their clinic seems to have a fresco on the front!

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