In this compelling (and very funny!) 20 minute speech, brain scientist Jill Bolte Taylor explains how she came to realise that we are all connected in a universe of conscious energy. She gained the awareness of this state of oneness during a massive stroke, as one by one all her left brain functions shut down.

Fully conscious of her stroke as it happened, she experienced the expansive reconnection with the world around her; a state she equates with Nirvana.

Dr. Taylor tells us how our brains can limit and define our experience, and also reconnect us to the world and to one another.

Testimony on mind control by Cathy O’Brien, at the Granada Forum, 2003.

Dunno why I put this up, it’s truly harrowing and should come with some kinda health warning … be warned then.

JF

The reality is the NWO is already here, it began a loooong time ago, it’s a process being advanced. That’s why when the entire world demonstrated against the invasion of Iraq, the invasion of Iraq still went ahead. That’s why when millions jump up and down at rock concerts to end third world hunger, the third world still starves. And on, and on, and none of it is necessary, it does not have to be like this …

But that’s the reality as it stands now. We’ve all about as much say on how our lives are run, as a slave would’ve had on the affairs of Rome. Zero that makes a blind bit of difference UNLESS there’s enough copped-on to what really is going on. Slavery. To harsh a word? Even in the so-called first world, most people are one or two pay-checks away from being on the streets. And no doubt there were plenty of slaves back in Rome that were perfectly happy with their servitude too, and loved their Roman masters. Nowadays we call that the Stockholm Syndrome …

We’re in the NWO up to our necks. Always were, just never properly opened our eyes to it, yet. Anyway, fuck the NWO, why do men have nipples? No, seriously, I’m a bloke and I’ve never breastfed in my life, nor am I ever likely to, so why have nipples?

Could that be at the heart of it all?

I sense another skulduggerous, paranoid dichotomy here … I sense another beer in the fridge too …

Alright, let’s break it down. Leaving aside parthenogenesis for the moment, ‘it takes two to Tango’ for human reproduction. But even on the most primary level, whereas men play a (very enjoyable!) part in the initial process, it is women who actually create life, in their bodies, and actually birth that life into the world, risking their own lives in the process.

We’re not talking an equal partnership here by any stretch. The female will always be of a higher order of importance in survival terms, and that’s why every effort has been employed to denigrate women in the past. And in the present. And in the future. If the NWO is nothing more than the Old World Order, advancing under a different guise, then it is an on-going process of controlling the feminine.

Yeah, yeah we can bang on about women’s rights all we like; the right to vote – for the puppet on the left or the puppet on the right – the right to compete in the workplace with everybody else – while simultaneously destroying their power-base in the home … destroying the family unit? Sounds about right to me, but that’s not what I’m on about. Talking about unproductive male nipples, and the resulting pathology to control all aspects of the feminine. Why? ‘Cos that’s where the power is. Men know it, we might not want to admit it, most are in denial of the fact anyway, but unconsciously or otherwise we do know it. If even for the simple fact it was our mothers who carried us in their wombs, grew our limbs, created our entire physicality and birthed us.

Can’t get over that birthing thing, that’s as hardcore as it gets, I reckon …

Lost my drift there …

… Oh yes, pathogenesis, ‘virgin births’ – it’s certainly been scientifically proven in other mammals, but question is, where is the equality as regards the male/female paradigm? It’s not equal because it does not cancel out – it’s not even mutually dependant – if it’s possible for just one female lab rat to conceive without the aid of a male, then that’s the whole male/female dichotomy out the window. Gone. Load of bollocks, pardon the pun, all flesh is primarily female – that’s why men have nipples.

We’re women gone wrong, or gone right depending which way you look at it but I for one, sip my beer, and accept in full skulduggery that I am one of those womb-less beings, ovaries rehashed, clitoris engorged and dangling between legs … and thank fuck for that!

Seriously can’t get over that, I mean actually making another person, inside your person.

In any case, create a society were women are respected, loved, held in the highest regard because without women you would not exist, I would not exist, humanity would not exist – and that’s the NWO done for. I reckon, anyway. And to do that, (paradoxically) we need to stop thinking in dualistic terms, in terms of ‘equality’ because that is where the pathology of control stems from. ‘Male’ and ‘female’ is a false dichotomy. They are not terms with an equal weight of importance.

There is no black, there is no white. Just people, beings. There is no female, there is no male – just beings. And paradoxically again, perhaps there lies the equality.

Let the human be.

Fair enough, gonna still have to use dualistic terms for communication purposes, well as communication now stands anyway, or else nobody’s gonna understand what the fuck I’m on about. I do realise that, I’m not totally bonkers. But, they are just concepts, fictions in the mind, they are not reality. That’s where the NWO wants us, mind controlled, locked out from reality.

So, next Sku Pa Di mediation practice: the life/death paradigm and the scientific evidence for the existence of the afterlife.

Actually nah, not yet. The Person as regards legal fictions, and our true standing under Law, AKA common sense.

Or maybe bollocks (ovaries!) to all of it, still a chance of a last pint down my local …

JF

A must watch for anybody interested in Lawful Rebellion:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tIfSAA01Rjk&feature=related

Not much to say right now, going out for another beer, but I want to get this blog rolling with something, so … something personal, perhaps.

I was recently asked in an online interview what the three best words to describe my writing are.

I replied: skulduggerous, paranoid, dichotomy.

Admittedly, I did not give my answer much thought at the time, I just liked the combination of those particular words, but thinking on it now, that kinda nails it.

Throws me back to my first week in secondary school, age eleven, sitting at the back of English class after my first fight in the corridor – and my first dichromatic epiphany. Is that a word? It is now. Let me explain.

Confusing time for me back then, London in the 70s, a lot of racism, NF, skinheads, and I suppose I was still trying to get my head around English (my first language is Spanish), or even what English was, even though I was born there. Seemed for a time I was getting it in the neck from both sides; the white racists ‘cos of being perceived a foreigner, and the blacks for being white. And I remember sitting beside my new friend, David O, and suddenly gripping the desk with my mind screaming: What total fucking bollocks! What white people, what black people? Doesn’t exist!

Fair enough, I know everybody uses those terms, and if I hadn’t of been in that heightened state you sometimes achieve after a fight (AKA paranoia), I’d of probably missed it.

You see, my friend David was from Nigeria, we’d only just met in the corridor outside when he attacked me. I don’t have a clue why, never asked, maybe that’s how they make friends in Nigeria. Either way, he was huge for an eleven year-old, already had a beard on him, and I was half his size – a fist pummelled in my solar plexus, ended it quick enough. And then doubled over, I found myself gasping for breath, and laughing my tits off! I dunno the why of that either. Seriously. But I suppose the paranoid dichotomy of our situation is we immediately became friends because of it.

Have to laugh about that again now, but point is, back in the classroom I’d realised he was not black – the blackboard behind our teacher’s desk was black – David was deep brown, a rich mahogany. And I was not white, pinkish maybe with blotchy bits, but definitely not white – though I do go quite brown myself in the sun.

That was my first dichromatic epiphany. There is no black, there is no white. It was like suddenly finding the colour control on reality, but when I tried telling David, he snapped a derisive wide-eyed,‘WHAT!’ clucking his tongue – something we were all learning from the Jamaicans – and then patiently explained that being black was a matter of pride, of who you are. I apologised before he attacked me again.

I was never so confused in all my life. How does calling yourself something you’re not, provide identity, or give any meaningful expression to the world and your place in it?

It doesn’t, and yet we all do it. Otherwise sane and rational people die over it, kill over it. And as I later discovered that year too, in art class, there really is no black and white in nature, there’s always some colour in there somewhere.

But … we’re still not talking skulduggerous paranoid dichotomy here, not really, just boring old cognitive dissonance: holding two contradictory thoughts simultaneously and being driven bananas in the process.

Does do funny things to your head on an unconscious level, and we’re all easy to manipulate when we’re bananas …

No, skulduggerous paranoid dichotomy is a practice, I’d call it, a remedy even, leastways it’s mine. I’d even go so far as to say it’s a martial art, or should be developed into one, Sku Pa Di, for short – a cut through the bullshit spiritual endeavour – a verb, an emancipation. Leastways we’re no good to anybody fucked up. Have to keep your mind on its toes, continually, because everybody around you is almost certainly insane. Have to be skulduggerous and go along with the pretence you’re just as bonkers as the next person. Flow. Never meet stupidity head-on. Keep your paranoia honed, because very often it’s the only thing standing between your sanity and The Grand Delusion: the dichotomy of mutually exclusive, opposed groups which do not fucking exist.

Nothing is mutually exclusive in nature. Everything is interdependent, whole and integral.

Even male and female is a silly notion, that’s why men have nipples, even life and death becomes ridiculous when practicing deep Sku Pa Di meditation – but wait! Can these ancient secrets of the High Initiates, be so readily divulged to the profane?

Fuck me, dichromatic is a word after all …

I’m going out for more beer.

JF