- Introduction
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- Kirwan and I collaborated on a story last February -
that we thought would make a great movie of the week. Our idea was to present
the happenings of today in a story form - which might prove more interesting
to those who have an aversion to reading anything over two paragraphs (most
especially academic - political etc).
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- The characters (all dead now) in this story are people
that I met in my travels as the director of a homeless program in a large
city. The Villa (a hometown bar - tucked amidst exotic eateries) is real
- and the news articles etc, having to do with weather modification are
definitely real.
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- This 'Tsunami' is allegorical, in the sense, that while
it focuses on weather, it really entails the upheaval of all those things
- those memories, when we lived in a time absent cameras, forever war,
Swat teams, retina scans, gated enclaves, road blocks, public private partnerships,
land grabs, mercury laden fish, sonar rupturing the brains of whales/porpoises,
deformed frogs, stranger danger, Amber Alerts, Homeland Security, depleted
uranium, Agent Orange, etc. A time of porch people, children catching fireflies
in the night, swimming holes, schools that taught (not social engineering),
parades, the carnival, and cops that were called peace officers!
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- Global Tsunami
- J. Moriarty & Jim Kirwan
- 8-28--7
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- It was a cold, bone chilling day, as I stamped the slush
off my boots and entered the dimly lit bar known as the Villa. It was oddly
out of place, this holdover from the days, when this city was a bustling
mill town. Gentrification had torn down the old neighborhoods, and built
a mammoth fortress of a windowless mall. The street where the Villa stood
her ground, had been turned into restaurant row. Tax breaks and other
back room deals had turned this bustling city of of 110,000 people (mostly
communters) into a corporate haven of towering glass buildings, sterile
pocket parks, sports bars and specialty boutiques.
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- The Villa with its stained wooden floors, and its familiar
odor of stale beer, urine, sweat and despair, was a last refuge for those
left on the fringes of society. Teresa, a homeless woman, was hunched over
the cracked jukebox (its sides held together with duct tape) lost in a
reverie of Patsy Cline's, Crazy. Joe, the WWII veteran, who slept in the
basement, was fast asleep in the greasy, torn lounge chair, while the usual
bickering amongst the regulars took place at the scarred bar.
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- I took my mug of beer and joined Frank at one of the
tables with its miss-matched chairs. Frank was an enigma to most, and kept
to himself, sipping on his ginger ale, which he drank from a cracked mayonnaise
jar. Suddenly the back door banged open, and on schedule, Martha, looking
as deranged as ever, came screaming in, thumping her Bible, quoting Scripture
about the last days, and how everyone was damned to hell for their sinful,
slothful ways. Frank looked up briefly and muttered, "If she knew
what was really coming she'd be better off having a stiff drink."
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- Frank, never one to explain himself, went back to his
pile of newspapers (New York Times - Wall Street Journal) a stack of emails
he'd received at the library, and his pile of books. He busied himself
taking copious notes on his legal pad, and underlining various pieces in
the news items. He had explained to me at one time, that these were all
clues - clues which only he could decipher. As far as I could find out,
Frank had once been a successful engineer for some government agency?
He'd had a big home and traveled around the world. No one was sure what
happened - they called it a mental breakdown. He'd lost everything and
ended up destitute and muttering about a cataclysmic event soon to happen
and he had to warn people.
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- Teresa stopped her swaying, to the third rendition of
'Crazy' and told Martha to shut her f*cking mouth about hell, as Frank
was doing important business to try and save everybody.
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- Frank passed me a dark-blue folder that had an official
seal nearly worn away: It was coffee-stained and dog- eared. Inside, preserved
between sheets of plastic, I found an article marked EYES ONLY - Hurricane
Andrew.
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- The Emergency That Came Too Late
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- "The largest natural disaster ever recorded in the
history of the United States was Hurricane Andrew, which struck South Dade
County, Florida, as midnight turned the clock into August 24, 1992. Contrary
to what the American news media broadcast across the U.S. and throughout
Europe, the first outer wall of the hurricane unexpectedly slammed into
South Dade, packing 214+ mph winds which quickly escalated to 350 mph.
Most of the 414,151 residents living in the danger zone were asleep when
the outer wall struck. Thousands of them lost their lives, for no one in
South Dade had been evacuated."
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- I soon became immersed in this spine chilling account
of a crime so hideous; because this should never have happened here - never
in the USA! http://www.karenlyster.com:80/andrew.html As Frank shuffled
through his piles of maps and documents, I continued reading. Finishing
I asked, "Do you mean this event was actually planned this way?"
Taking a sip from his warm ginger ale, Frank replied, "This and many
other events are all a part of what I want to tell you." Frank offered
- "You see, there's a great disconnect between ordinary people and
reality. Have you seen the movie the Matrix?" I replied that I had.,
and found it (the first movie) most revealing in how people could live
and die in a total illusion believing it to be reality.
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- Frank nodded murmuring, "Sometimes truth is presented
to us in the most unlikely of scenarios. Those who've spent their days
with the trivial materialistic banalities of life, are deadened and their
consciences are seared. They are absent any deep knowledge of the ancients.
An elaborate hoax has been perpetuated, where humans are bred and raised,
to believe they lead existences as if nothing has happened (or is happening).
You see it's a battle of the wills. To set the people free, whose minds
are enslaved, you must first break free from the boundaries within your
own mind."
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- "It is imperative that that the masses be kept distracted
and warring amongst themselves thus oblivious to the truth. Life in the
Matrix is not real life. There is a supreme negative intelligence running
the Matrix. It outsmarts people into thinking they are living life and
getting ahead (successful in the Matrix) when they are really asleep, dying
and lying dormant in the vat with the life being sucked out of them. In
the movie this life is human electromagnetic energy - in the real world
that 'life' is our spiritual energy - our very souls. Look around at the
trash that passes for news and a generation of youngsters unable to read,
having no reference to history, totally absorbed in a world of technological
games of violence and mayhem. Where are the philosophers, the great thinkers,
the artists, poets, writers or great symphonies of our age? Our factories
and mills, and great auto centers, lie echoing and rusting, as the populous
dons prison uniform, Home Depot aprons and Wal-Mart blazers to earn a living."
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- "Why create this illusion? This could be due to
several reasons: Humans no longer wanting a physical world prefer to live
in the Matrix, thinking they are creating a perfect world, since they can't
cope with the physical world they live in. They prefer the blue pill, and
thus remain forever asleep and unaware of their great potential and power.
You will recall in the movie that during the war between the machines (our
technological age) the humans torched the sky and blacked out the sun.
This I fear will soon be upon us."
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- As I left the Villa and passed various gentrified restaurants
and theaters: I noted the patrons in the Sport's Bar (yuppies) in their
numbered football jerseys, screaming at the huge plasma screen that covered
one wall. Next door, theater goers were wining and dining in elegance -
back from their hectic money making on Wall Street. The street was hushed
in a golden glow from the newly erected antique lampposts, as a few of
the homeless gathered together for warmth in the pocket park. The benches
had all been removed to discourage any sleeping or respite for those outside
the city gates. I felt like an alien, a keeper of a great secret, that
none would believe. Entering the darkened parking garage I recalled the
words from Jeremiah: "I set watchmen over you saying 'Listen to the
sound of the trumpet'. I was familiar enough with Scripture to know that
God sets watchmen on the walls of a nation when there's impending danger
- to announce that the enemy is coming.
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- I didn't see Frank for the next few weeks. When I finally
happened on him at the soup kitchen. He was distraught that his glasses
had been smashed by a bunch of bored rich kids, in the McDonald's parking
lot, scattering his important papers and stomping on his glasses. I spent
the next week contacting various agencies to see if I could secure help
in replacing them. As usual, these places which received tens of thousands
in government monies (grants) were of no help. I ended up taking Frank
to Pearle Vision to replace them myself. Frank it must be understood had
extremely bad eyesight. His glasses resembled the bottom of a coke bottle.
With his matted hair/beard, and three layers of clothing, held together
by a rope belt, he was a sight to behold in the perfectly appointed waiting
room. Patrons ahead of us immediately moved to the far side of the room.
The doctor was at first hesitant to examine Frank fearing that this 'seeming'
wild man might attack him. When I took him aside and explained the situation
he was nice enough to deduct $100.00 from the cost.
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- I caught up with Frank the next Friday night at the Villa.
Fridays were particularly hectic and the place was packed. Teresa was begging
for quarters for the juke box. I handed her two dollars worth. Joe had
left his easy chair and was playing cards with a bunch of WWII veterans,
while Martha slouched in a corner with her Bible kept muttering, "The
end is near, you're all bound for hell". I joined Frank in a back
corner where he sat alone going over his maps and news articles. He seemed
agitated and ignored me for the first hour. Finally he pushed some clippings
towards me and said, "Read these". It was a clipping from the
Wall Street Journal, dated November 13, 1997. It stated, "Malaysia's
war on smog is about to get a new twist. The government wants to create
man-made cyclones to scrub away the haze that has plagued Malaysia since
July. 'We will use special technology to create an artifical cyclone to
clean the air', said Datuk Law Hieng Ding, minister for science technology
and the environment. The plan calls for the use of new Russian technology
to create cyclones, the giant storms also known as typhoons and hurricanes
to cause torrential rains, washing the smoke out of the air. The Malaysian
cabinet and the finance company, BioCure Snd. Bhd., will sign a memorandum
of understanding with a government owned Russian company to produce the
cyclone".
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- "Datuk Law declined to disclose the size of the
cyclone to be generated or the mechanism. 'The details I don't have', he
said. He did say, though, that the cyclone generated would be 'quite strong'.
Datuk Law also declined to disclose the price of creating the cyclone."
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- Another clipping from the New York Times , Sept 22, 1992,
reported that a Russian company that deals with weather modification sells
Weather Control Electronic Equipment to certain people in Russia who want
to manipulate the weather in a specific area. This weather technology is
being used by farmers to alter the climate for 'beneficial' agricultural
purposes. The Wall Street Journal on Oct 2, 1992, reported that a Russian
company called 'Elate Intelligent Technologies, Inc' sells weather control
equipment by using the advertising slogan, 'Weather Made to Order'. The
commercial director of Elate, Igor Pirogoff, stated that " Elate is
capable of fine- tuning the weather patterns over a 200 square mile area
for as lite as $200 U.S. per day". This Wall Street Journal article
also quoted Mr. Pirogoff as saying that Hurricane Andrew could have been
decreased "into a wimpy little squall."
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- I sat there thinking of the hurricanes of monumental
proportions we've witnessed these past years. Before 1987, there was only
one disaster, the cost of which exceeded $ billion in insured losses. Since
1987, however, numerous others have occurred, including the Tsunami (Indonesia),
Katrina, floods in Europe, and massive ice/snow storms. When in doubt I
always refer to the tried and true, 'follow the money'.
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- With Katrina, much valuable real estate was freed up
for speculators, and the future drilling of gas and oil. Katrina was
the costliest and deadliest hurricane in the history of the U.S. (estimated
$81.2 billion). I remember quite distinctly, that when President Bush arrived
in devastated (it looked like Hiroshima)
- Mississippi (homes hundreds of years old disappeared)
, his first remark was, "This is the most powerful weapon I've seen".
I recall thinking - what an odd remark to make in reference to what is
reported as a 'natural disaster'.
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- Not widely reported, except for the Wall Street Journal,
Sept 8, 2005, was the fact, that it was mostly African - American neighborhoods
of New Orleans that were under water, with their inhabitants (those who
survived), scattered across the country. The article went on to report
that the predominately white and affluent area streets were dry. Private
security guards (Blackwater) were dispatched to keep the homes safe. I
found it particularly interesting, in the midst of such suffering and death,
that the elite who'd stayed behind remarked, "Now New Orleans is ready
to be rebuilt - the city won't simply restore the old order. The new city
must be very different with better services and fewer poor people"
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- The valuable coastline of Mississippi, meantime, was
peopled with the working poor and the shanty towns of African - Americans.
The first thing that the Mississippi legislature did, under the direction
of Governor Haley Barbor , was to enact 'emergency legislation' that would
permit the riverboat casinos to move on shore. These were the first buildings
constructed in the new Gulf gentrification.
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- Sipping on my beer, and supplying Teresa with more quarters
to keep her happy, I could relate to the quandary that Frank found himself
in - and perhaps the reasons for his supposed mental breakdown? Who would
believe an evil of such diabolical proportions, that would render hundreds
of thousands of people homeless (or dead) for the sake of an agenda that
saw a gentrified sustainable Utopia (absent the poor - useless eaters)?
Who would believe, that in the quest for ever greater regions, holding
valuable resources, that whole populations would be washed out to sea?
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- As Frank rummaged through his briefcase (absent a handle)
for a pamphlet from the UN; I gazed around at the roomful of shipwrecked
humanity that surrounded me. Martha was snoring with her Bible held tight
in her chapped hands, while the pinball machine, with its carnival lights
and bells, sounded the trumpet that the 'end is near'. The cheap string
of multi-colored Christmas lights, strung behind the bar, had the appearance
of a spider on crack, who'd tried in his muddled mind, to weave some
cheer for those in steerage. Teresa was swaying back and forth, twisting
her stringy blond hair, singing along with Patsy Cline, "If I could
see the world through the eyes of a child what a wonderful world this would
be - There'd be no trouble no strife just a big happy life with a bluebird
in every tree."
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- Frank pushed a torn, coffee stained pamphlet titled,
"Basic Facts About the United Nations - 1994" across the the
table and said, "Read this little gem."On the inside of the front
cover the pamphlet enthusiastically recounted some of the agreements the
UN had negotiated with nations of the world, so that we might have a better
world to live in! Under '1977' the UN Treaty listed as its second noteworthy
accomplishment, The Convention on the Prohibition of Military or Any Other
Hostile Use of Environmental Modification Techniques. It stated, "The
ENMOD Convention prohibits the use of techniques that would have widespread
long - lasting or severe effects through deliberated manipulation of natural
processes and cause such phenomena such as earthquakes, tidal waves, and
changes in climate and weather patterns".
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- I sat there reflecting on how we all know how seriously
any treaties /agreements the UN enacts (ha) are adhered to; besides the
fact, that this treaty does not forbid political leaders from using these
Weather Warfare weapons against their own people! Coming outside the narrow
realm of our own thinking, and pushing aside the barriers to sane rational
reasoning, its not hard to imagine that all this media hype (Inconvenient
Truth) of a global catastrophic meltdown, and increasing storms, would
be blamed on a polluting world etc. (not that pollution isn't a big problem
- mostly by corporations and our defense department). It certainly (these
unheard of catastrophic storms) would help to depopulate whole
countries and displace multitudes. Ah - but who in the Matrix would believe?
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- I pulled out a book from amongst his pile called 'The
Coming Global Superstorm'. Frank chuckled and said "The propaganda
has been set in place for years. Here you have a warning by these two nut
cases ( Strieber - Bell) writing a scary and convincing message of how
humankind has so polluted the environment that the world's weather is about
to react by taking a 'ferocious ' turn. It reads like an Orson Wells -War
of the Worlds, only we're fighting the weather instead of Martians. They
present an 'imagined' sequence for a catastrophe - 'threatening a possible
'extinction event' for humans or at least for a great number of them.
There are some who would like to see the world population culled of 4 billion
+ useless cattle, so as to make things more manageable."
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- The news clipping Frank used as a booker was a 'prophetic'
warning from Ruth Montgomery , an occultist, besides being the past President
of the prestigious Press Club - it read: "This global catastrophe,
the Guides claim, will cleanse the earth of pollution and evil people and
will usher in the long awaited New Age of a thousand years of peace"
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- Frank explained that there were many adherents (especially
in high places) to a New Age and a New World Order, in which an imagined
paradise will be restored. "Over and over", he went on, "In
New Age literature you see the repeated theme that balance can only be
achieved through a dramatic destruction of the offending civilization;
but once the old civilization (minus the chosen few of course) is gone,
balance can be restored."
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- Frank rummaged through a pile of emails that he'd received
at the library, where he spent a great deal of time. "Look at this
hogwash they're sending around trying to prepare people for some nonsense
of 'The Thing from Outer Space: Please prepare yourselves for unimaginable
destruction in the weeks ahead. We have a sort of tsunami approaching us,
and the impact on the infrastructure is inestimable. It's not a death cloud,
it's more like a band of energy. In terms of visibility, you will see the
effect translated into stormy weather. The sun will also darken, giving
the impression that less light is reaching the earth, whereas we will be
experiencing the consequences of solar winds. Satellite transmissions will
also begin to suffer. Nobody knows if some areas will be more severely
hit than others? We're trying to think in terms of something equivalent
to hundreds of hurricanes racing along the surface of the earth simultaneously.'"
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- We sat there quietly watching the patrons at the bar,
oblivious to anything outside the needs of their daily lives (as most
people). Frank whispered, "They'll have their tsunami but it won't
be from outer space." I replied, "Frank, who would believe us
- who is there to tell? Neither one of us knows or has any connections
to anyone of influence. Heck Frank, look around us, who would suspect
that we have been shown the future?" Frank laughed and said, "Let's
celebrate our anonymity - how about buying me a big mug of ice cold draft
beer?" This was auspicous as Frank never drank. The hours passed
as we sat there in the warmth and laughter of those we felt most at home
with.
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- There were no masked people in this place, and besides
Martha, no airs of pretentiousness or superiority. Frank sipped his beer
and sighed, "There's nothing to do - people are not ready to be unplugged
as they've become so hopelessly dependent on the system that they will
fight to protect it.
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- When this cataclysmic event has ended Zion is where the
party will be - the last human city deep underground, near the core, you
might even see it". I sat there thinking of the massive bunkers that
had been built over the years, costing multi billions for the continuance
of government (COG) - and couldn't help thinking that the bastards who
meant to create this Global Tsunami meant to keep themselves well protected,
as the earth was 'cleansed of pollution and evil people'. How ironic I
mused - if instead they find that they've built their own elegant tombs?
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- It must have been close to midnight when the winds started.
There was an eerie howl as if some wounded demon had been unleashed from
hell. The place grew strangely silent as we watched the restaurant signs
being blown down the street ----the lights flickered, with the melancholy
lament of Pasty Cline the only sound to be heard..............."I'm
looking for that lonely street, I've got a sad, sad tale to tell, I need
a place a place to go and weep".........
- Frank grabbed me by the hand and - we sat.
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