Thursday, October 23, 2014

Arx Pax Hendo - Marty McFly's singing-floating hover board arrives - the critics will pan it.

1) "'s nothing like Marty McFly's actual Back to the Future hoverboard."

2) "...and you'll need a metal road to ride it on."

that's what the whining-moron critics will say... not realising that modern cars work sufficiently well on 'their' specially laid roads. All this'll take is a few sheets of metal laid over the tarmac surface of The Profit Empire's ever-crumbling road network and then all our cars are (rather noisy) FLOATING CARS. Then we can all live in the gorgeous target-advertised thought-crime-prevented future-prison-cities of Steven Spielberg's MINORITY REPORT. Hell, yeah! Sign me up for that nasty soon-shithole right now.

The Hendo relies on the simple concept of using magnets to levitate the hoverboard over a metal surface, but the requirement of a special surface means you won’t be floating over water or concrete any time soon.
Founded by Jill and Greg Henderson, the Hendo uses their proprietary Magnetic Field Architecture system to focus the magnetic field so that the board can support the rider and cause the Hendo to hover over a 1-inch cushion of air. [source INFOWARS]

Monday, October 20, 2014

Free Planet - touched by the hand of - show your Ancient God

of course there is no God.

Why can't you'all see this? 

Oh, because you're'all afraid.

Afraid there'll be no REDEMPTION without that glowing wonderful end moment where 'your god' takes you in his arms and forgives you (mankind) your sins, and everything is all kinds of fake-ass hunky-dory again and again until infinity wears down like an old record or tatters like a favourite party dress worn too many times.

Fake-ass Religious-Redemption means YOU WILL NEVER DO ANYTHING with your one life - you will be forever waiting that perfect moment you've been promised by writers and comedians throughout the fire-side story ages. The drug-addled shamans who promised you Paradise. Forget those lunatics; they're high, they're self-deluded, they're all selling Snake Oil even to themselves.

Why can't you'all see this?

Oh, yes, I remember, "Because you're all living in fear," your human survivalist skills, your innate human bravery and your unifying human empathy have been eroded in the name of God. You were once a virile race capable of taking on any challenge, now you're pissing in your religious nappies so that (your) God won't take out his enormous wrath upon you. Poor little subjugated serf, underling of some invented concept of total and utter enslavement to abomination.

Instead of taking this world by the bollocks, deleting the Daily Grind which means nothing to your existence, eradicating the Religious Parasite from your lexicography, dissolving the Profit Game from your life-cabulary, you sit there in your holographic castles of shit filling your pants in the name of the Lord, your God, your Slave Master. There is plenty of human redemption to go around, if only you would come out from the shadow of your ATO or Adopted Theological Overlord.

Today, I feel like I have been released from 'all the crap' of this Modern Financial World and its insufferable Religious Qualification for War and Murder and Poison. It can't only be me. I can't be the only one who sees the sham for what it is. There must be others out there who are able to see behind the curtain of lies Society has closed around our childlike minds. "Free Planet, Free Planet, Free Planet," say it thrice with me, you trained coward, you less-than-human, you future Custodian.

Say it! And mean it.

Sunday, October 19, 2014

Free Planet, Free Planet, Free Planet - say it three times - before profit kills you all

eat, eat, eat...
every day, THE PROFIT MAKING MACHINE commands that your children die in worthless wars for territory and asset; every day your children are ordered to fight other children in wars they have no comprehension of. Be they corporate war soldiers behind computer monitors or be they corporate war world soldiers behind pens that sign away treaties and countries ruined by all the above.

Do you get this, yet?

There is no other answer to the problems of humanity.
Not science, not religion, not dogma, not slavery, not conformity, not rebellion.
All these things pale into insignificance when you consider the patent-protected role of profit in the global War World scenario we're all living through.


And it is nothing more than that.
A game with its own infantile ruleset and its own immoral guidelines.


But no one will ever win - there'll always be losers. Businessmen, banks, corporations, leaders, empires all fail. Eventually, the PROFIT-MAKING GAME has an insatiable appetite for destruction. Why? Because it bears no relation to REAL; profit is a fabrication, a magic trick, a lie. For too long, this imposter in our lives has been allowed to butcher all it touches. Only answer...


Saturday, October 18, 2014

Free Planet - Stop Profit - End Slavery

not who you think it is...

"Mike, how can stopping profit end slavery?" I'm glad you asked. First, let's look at a couple of Oxford Dictionary definitions.

A financial gain, especially the difference between the amount earned and the amount spent in buying, operating, or producing something. [source OX DIC]
The practice or system of owning slaves: a condition of having to work very hard without proper remuneration or appreciation.[source OX DIC]

So, what am I selling here? Selling? Nothing. This is Free Planet, did you forget? I'm simply making a valid point by juxtaposing two essential nee fundamental ingredients to the SLC or Societal Layer Cake; the sociopaths, the clueless and the losers.

Background info: every five years or so, we the slaves are invited to vote for yet another incongruous political party who will attempt to pull at the same piece of economic string as the last shower and enslave us in a variety of set ways, in the name of the Reigning Monarch. That's all Parliament (or Congress for my American readers/followers) is, a way for the Current Owners to squeeze more revenue from their installed worker-ants.

See, although the losers and the clueless were asked to fund all the armies and participate in the wars that 'won the land from our enemies', it's still the sociopaths or slave masters who own everything and reap the rewards; benefit. And remember, all profit is calculated only after all expenses have been removed. Or don't you get it, yet?

"But I'm not a slave, Mike, I don't know where you're getting this bogus information from..." you'll say, defending your liberty, your entrepreneurship, your free market. You've never looked into the Spy Game as it pertains to the corporate world and the world of high finance and terror banking, so shut the fuck up. You'll never understand how Economic Hitmen are sent into countries to decimate their economies for future profit-mongers to bottomline the profitability out of them. Good for them, bad for you. The intel agencies are there to Protect Patents, that's all.

"But I am my own man," you'll whine like Charlie-Choc's Veruka Salt, striving for a positive self-image that doesn't involve you admitting to yourself that you're nothing more than an ass-fucked serf in an apron or raped serving maid fitting her camisole back in place before invited guests arrive to celebrate the brutal War World that will claim the lives of your children's children from under you.

You'll always look away from Your Reality™, coward.

But I'm being too harsh on you, poor slave; it's not really your fault. Your Slave Education starts at school and even before that, at the sucking teat - be a good citizen, don't rock the boat, good grades = good job. Punish the thinkers, the rebels, the non-conformists. But let's say you break your programming...

You want retribution.
You want people to blame, names named.
You're looking for culprits to punish, so who is this ruling elite?

You're an idiot. Well, you are - by design - you just don't get it. Company executives come and go all the time. Conglomerate, financing or banking roles are filled, and vacated, every day. But You The People are always there. In the slave-labour camps or company offices. In the factories, the homes, the prisons. Never benefiting from profit because you're not allowed to take out personal expenses from your slave wage. You're taxed at source, as if you have NO OVERHEADS. As if...

You're all slaves to profit because you fund everything - but you won't ever understand why. Maybe in ten, twenty or (more likely) one hundred years from now mankind will have been allowed to understand what a horrific for-profit War World our ancestors inhabited. But by then, what will humanity, what will society, what will you look like?

Only you can decide.

Thursday, October 16, 2014

Humans Glow in Visible Light

a picture paints a thousand photons of human-emitted light

that's what researchers from Kyoto University's Tohoku Institute of Technology found.


To learn more about this faint visible light, scientists in Japan employed extraordinarily sensitive cameras capable of detecting single photons. Five healthy male volunteers in their 20s were placed bare-chested in front of the cameras in complete darkness in light-tight rooms for 20 minutes every three hours from 10 a.m. to 10 p.m. for three days. 
The researchers found the body glow rose and fell over the day, with its lowest point at 10 a.m. and its peak at 4 p.m., dropping gradually after that. These findings suggest there is light emission linked to our body clocks, most likely due to how our metabolic rhythms fluctuate over the course of the day. [source LIVESCIENCE]

NB: this is not the heat-vision that night-vision goggles pick up. This is light emitted from the body's processes. The 'angle' of this story is that, "If we can see the light emitted from our internal processes," we have at our fingertips an almost-instantaneous analytical tool for Human Health.

Sunday, October 12, 2014

CITIZENFOUR - the Edward Snowden documentary - official trailer

that's the official poster, now here's the official trailer, for the new Edward Snowden documentary CITIZENFOUR by Laura Poitras and Steven Soderbergh.

At the end of the Laura Poitras doc, the famed informant registers shock over another who outranks him. A second National Security Agency whistleblower exists within the ranks of government intelligence... [source THR] to be continued(?)

Thunderbolts Project - Rosetta/Osiris orbiter - water and mass of Comet 67P

10km orbiting radius of 67P achieved 10/10/14

Thunderbolts Project proposes that our universe is not a matter universe, driven by gravity, but an Electric Universe driven by charge and the properties of bodies moving through electric fields like those generated by our electric sun... obviously, it's getting stiff opposition from the standard-universe atomic-modellers keen to keep their research grants but it's kinda interesting to see this debate taking place, pseudo-live.

No surface water (yet) on the 4 kilometre dirty snowball rock that is 67P... but how dense is that rock?

"What will happen if institutional science is finally willing to test the electric universe theory of comets and comet origins?" Thunderbolts Project asks.

SERCO - the biggest company you've never heard of

very interesting Aussie editorial about the company SERCO, the biggest company you've never heard of. Sure, this short video is a little old already but it aptly illustrated how the private infiltration of public services was rampant even then. God only knows how much more infiltrated it all is today.

As long as there's (amoral (fascist (gov-given))) PROFIT to be made, this'll keep getting worse and worse, "Free Planet."

Friday, October 10, 2014

Who am I? What is life? Why don't I feel real any more?

Free Planet is a strange beast, it goes into the dark places normal blogs tend to shy away from. And that's a good thing. But (in a similar vein) it's also a dangerous thing, a precarious balancing game. And here's why.

I've just written this piece of sobbing self-exploratory for the core character of my Kumiko (war world #3) novel, and I think it's just a little too close to the bone of HOW I REALLY FEEL about the horror we call living. Here's the chapter: please, don't take it too literally. Even though that's what it is.

who is that stranger?
I don't feel real any more.
This thing, this body, this brain, this personality, this 'me'. It doesn't feel like mine, any more.
I'm a trained lab animal, a monkey without fur, a nothing entity with transferable skills that lead me to obscene conclusions about 'your world' and it's not your fault - it's all my fault for not seeing it earlier in 'my life'. I suspect I could have saved more of you from yourselves. I hope I could have been there for you, when you erupted from your chrysalis, into real-ness. Into space.
I'm the everyman, the everytime, the everyday; I can be useful, helpful, compassionate, jolly, infantile, mature and sick, and insane, and not worth knowing. Or I can save you all. I can split every atom or heal any hole or wound or rupture or damage. Like a tool to fix a breakage or a pill to cure an ill. But I'll never be me.
Me - you have no idea what 'me' is, do you? Think of ghosts of former selves we've never known, meshing together momentarily to satisfy either side of an equation. That's all we are, ghosts on one side of the divide looking in on the unimaginable sum.
I'll never be that class of thing that really knows itself. I'll never be self-sentient, because NONE OF US ARE. We're all constructs of our upbringing, shards of someone else's work, little fragments of a thousand broken holograms of a million former lives and cultures and influences and non-logic. Il-logic. Part of the mind-game, random conglomerations of fate. Cogs within a million machines, nothing more than not-who-we-think-we-are. Lost, in some dark place. Un-us. Un-me. Un-real.

As long as we think we're real, none of us will be saved.

Sunday, October 05, 2014

James Corbett: When False Flags Don't Fly

more Global Economy False Flag boogey-man-ism from TPTB, outlined by the ever-pertinent James Corbett: crack on sheoplezzz -- keep funding your own slavery.

Those who have studied history know that nothing invigorates and empowers an authoritarian regime more than a spectacular act of violence, some sudden and senseless loss of life that allows the autocrat to stand on the smoking rubble and identify himself as the hero. It is at moments like this that the public—still in shock from the horror of the tragedy that has just unfolded before them—can be led into the most ruthless despotism: despotism that now bears the mantle of "security." [source CORBETT]