August 2010

David Icke and I (Bill Ryan) recently met with Credo Mutwa (84 years old), the great Zulu shaman, healer, and keeper of African tradition. He told us a horror story.

The short version of what happened is this. A few months ago, earlier in 2010, Credo was being pestered daily over the phone by someone who claimed he was from a group of young Zulus about his "betrayal of the Zulu nation" by talking so much to white people.

Exasperated, he put the famous and priceless Necklace of the Mysteries on his shoulders and took a train to Swaziland to confront the people who were giving him such a hard time.

When he arrived, he was set upon and tortured. They started pulling his fingernails out with pliers. The Necklace was taken from him and he was put on a train back home. In the background throughout all this, was a white man whom Credo did not recognize.

The Secret Teachings of all Ages by Manly P. Hall - 644 pages
Moral and Dogma by Albert Pike - 861 pages
The Complete Golden Dawn System of Magic - 1077 pages
Essentials of Chinese Acupuncture - 488 pages

Am fortunate to be scheduled to work the next three Sundays at time-and-a half. That translates into about $200-$250 extra dollars. I am going to purchase The Judge by Taurus. I intend to buy at least one rifle and an extra side arm. Make and caliber undetermined at this time. I have more needs than money right now. It is my plan to buy $2500 worth of firearms and ammunition as soon as possible. I also have to get a different vehicle. All I can do for the remainder of this year is keep my head down and work as hard a possible and earn as much cash possible. The goal is to turn that cash into hard assets. I also need to stock up on some food stuffs.

I laugh when I read things I write. Yesterday is no exception. I am so convinced of the worst. It's insane what is going on. McKenna was right. The novelty is accelerating. You wake up one morning and the world you lived in yesterday doesn't exist. I know this world is an illusion. If there is one constant in this holographic universe, it is this. The great ones have been telling us this for millennia. Here I am on the brink. To one side is tactical nuclear war fare, the catalyst of WW III. What kind of world will I be living out my old age in? To the other side is ecological breakdown. Mother Earth is being poisoned to the point of death. It is not beyond the realm of probability that the human race will survive, in some form, only by leaving the Earth entirely. Be that in ships traveling in space, through worm holes, transportation of enegy, or by means of any presently other unknown technology. This world is dying. We are responsible. It boils down to this. I am in for a rough ride no matter what shoe drops.

Before I loose my train of thought, I was making a point. Here I sit on the brink of a global financial collapse. Here I sit looking into the face of WW III. What is my response? I want to live. I am preparing for this collapse. I am accumulating hard assets, weapons, and food. What is the one thing I should be doing that I am not? I should be preparing my spirit. Not to do battle, but to embrace the end of this cycle, or if McKenna is correct, to witness the end of time. I can not lay down my arms and surrender to the mob. I do not want to die that way.

I remember in the day I would look for funny news paper stories and post them here. I would make sarcastic remarks about the people in the news stories. I enjoyed that. I don't do things like that anymore. I am preoccupied with this collapse. I can't let this continue.


August 17, 2010

ORANGEBURG, S.C. – Investigators didn't buy it when a woman said her two young sons drowned after her car plunged into a river. She ultimately confessed to killing the toddlers, they say — not by dumping them in the water but by suffocating them earlier with her own hands.

Broke, jobless and berated by her mother for her failings, Shaquan Duley killed the boys, ages 2 years and 18 months, then strapped their bodies into their car seats before rolling the vehicle into the North Edisto River in a desperate cover-up attempt, authorities said Tuesday.

Webster Tarpley, Daryl Bradford Smith and Robby Noel speak about the coming economic collapse. They are all coming from different global perspectives and philosophical points of view, but they reach a common consensus; The US is in deep shit. We are in deep shit spiritually. Our will has been broken. You ask yourself why did millions of people world wide suffer at the hands of the CIA Project MKUltra? To make us docile. To overload our central nervous systems. To crack our souls. This psychological attack never ended. Knowing this, it is possible to look ahead. There isn't going to be a recovery. The worst case scenario is looking to be the most probable; a total disintegration of social order.

This woman is a fine example of what people are capable of doing in order to survive. They will kill their own. They will kill for food, water, shelter. They will rape and torture anyone who fails to defend their property and their lives.

A side note ... it was 20 years ago, on this date, I recieved my final divorce papers. I was in Vegas.



A small tribute to Zsa Zsa Gabor. I'll always remember her as a person of royalty back in a time when life was simpler. Zsa Zsa isn't doing well. Since she broke her hip, it's been downhill ever since. If you can belive the newspapers, she has left the hospital refusing any more operations. She has returned home to "end her days". She is 93 years old. Rest easy Zsa Zsa.


August 13, 2010

Things are far worse in Madison than I thought.

Wisconsin State Journal
Saturday, May 22, 2010

Police estimate there are now more than 1,100 confirmed gang members in Madison
and about 40 gangs, about 12 of which are the main Latino gangs.

I've been commenting on the number of people beaten and robbed in Madison. The perpetrators are in their teens and they congregate in groups. I upgraded my knife in response to this. There is no rest. People are shutting down. The human nervous system can be overloaded. Look at the news that is bombarding us; famine, pestilence, war and the rumors there of.

This time is precious. This Now is all we have. The web bot project says October 8, 2010 will begin a steep decline. What this means is debatable, but the architects of the Project think that some degree of social and/or governmental disintegration will occur. The good news is that by June of the following year, things start to look ok. I am leaning on war with Iran. The timetable fits.


August 12, 2010

The news I am gathering point to the immanent demise of the US Dollar. The green shoot recovery didn't yield any fruit. There are no jobs. There is no job infrastructure. The debt load is crushing our balls. The more things change, the more they stay the same. The same scenario played out prior to World War 1. The same chain of events culminated in World War 2. My sources talk of tactical nuclear weapons being used in a strike on Iran. I hear rumor of 100 million fatalities. I find that hard to grasp, but the size and scope of what would be called WW III is unknown. If nuclear weapons are used, and a retaliatory nuclear force is unleashed, 100's of millions of people could perish quickly; the lucky ones? This oil spill in the Gulf is being reported by the main stream media as 75% "burned" "captured" "bio-degraded" Other boots on the ground tell otherwise. The poison is there. Migrating fowl will die. The natural habitat is polluted. It's a scene right out of Solent Green, plus an escalating war too boot. The ecology is dying, so what harm would a little radioactive material do?

I didn't think it would come this quickly. The final stages for seen by Albert Pike are set. I have no doubt underground cities exist world wide. They continue with their black operations projects, and I imagine several thousand people are living in some sort of a community, but it's pure military. How many of us living on the surface have a ticket to such a place?; celebrities, politicians, the wealthy ... the elite. And could such a city sustain a metropolitan population of 500,00 or more? I have read that in a time back in the ancient (suppressed) history of planet Earth, a group of elite people managed to escape an impending global catastrophe, in ships they built, to Mars. They stayed on Mars for several hundred thousand years. When the Earth had repaired itself, these people returned to Earth. The time spent on Mars had changed them. These people didn't look like the people who had somehow survived, but genetically, they were compatible; another story. They were shocked to find humans alive on the surface. Seems they had found underground lands, lived in them for a very long time, and returned to the surface later when it was safe. As fantastic as this story is, it's plausible. Look at the grand corpus of ancient history inscribed on clay tablets. They tell tales of men flying around in ships through the air. They tell of great destruction. The description is nothing short of nuclear explosions.

I could go on, but the point is made, and probably beaten on. The knowledge is out there. More importantly, the knowledge is within you. We all know that this ship is sinking, but we really can't do anything to stop it. The US tea parties think they are going to change things. It's a pipe dream. On a smaller scale, we have to find peace where we are. It doesn't matter where your ass is parked at the present moment. It's grass. That comes from a saying I learned when I was 5 or 6 years old. If you were in trouble, "your ass was grass". The sayings we learned all rhymed. I look back on it now and find it odd that everyone was talking in rhyme. At the time, it seemed perfectly normal. That is how subtle the changes can be. Sorry, said I'd behave.

I have been honest here at Time To Blog! What I have typed here in cyber space was right from the gut. My You Tube videos are the same. It is who I am. I may be living in denial, and this denial is a survival mechanism for all I know, but I never bull shit myself. I won't bull shit you. This denial is a gesture of sarcasm from my perspective. I refuse to acknowledge the birt right of the Elite. The media can work it's voodoo. I refuse to be brainwashed. I have suffered financially for this defiance. I marched to the sound of my drum from the time I took my first step. I never looked back. I had forgetten this. It explains a great deal.

I was convinced when I was 10 years old, I was going to die at 50. This death would be a natural one, or it would be a death of my choice. My goal was to learn all I could, and become the person I was destined to be before I became physically debilitated. When I turned fifty I realized something. I wasn't even close to becoming who I am supposed to become and I had survived the aneurysm. Was this the glimpse I had as a child? The future changed. I was in uncharted territory. That is why my health is important. I don't know how long my lungs will hold out. I'm not doing any strength training for them. If the world is going down the shit hole sometime between today, and December 21, 2012 does it matter? It might. I may find myself living in a post-WW III scenario. It would be something right out of Dante's Inferno. I'll need my strength as much as I will need my wit. It's crystal clear what I will be doing. I always was a strong finisher.


August 10, 2010

Sitting here drinking a cup of coffee. I never thought I would see this day. Now that it has arrived, I am pleased for the most part. I can't let the impulse of regret cloud my perspective. I have not handled things as well as I am capable of. My life is what it is. In the final analysis, I have continued forward. I haven't crawled into a hole. I continue to strive and become something greater than I am today. I don't have anything special planned. Most likely, I will contemplate the past and visualize what is to come. The greater part of my life, measured in years, is behind me. The best is yet to be. This is the power I have to create. The opportunities that exist on the horizon that is the Great Work never cease. This is the journey that encompasses my life. I am blessed.

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Went for a hike. It has been so hot and humid, I haven't ventured out much this summer. Today is no different. I went anyway. I am toast. I have to push myself; more now than ever. While I was walking along the trail with my trusted walking stick at hand, I could feel the moment. I'd like to experience this moment as long as I have breath in my body. It isn't going to happen by accident. Powershell is dead. My IT aspirations are not going to come to fruit. I still could get Network+ & Security+ Certification. That really isn't a bad idea. Learning and honing new skill is never a waste of time. The only cost is the tests themselves. Forget about getting your sites on a career position working with professional people. That isn't going to happen. Intent has been a missing ingredient. My intentions have to be clear. If they aren't, I get distracted. I thought about this out in the August heat walking along the wooded trail today. There isn't any sane reason to avoid the inevitable. Accept ...


August 8, 2010



In two days I will be 55. I'm ok with that.

I like the look of this page. It has that 1960's feel to it. It does to me. I don't make pages as often as I used to. There was a time when visualizing a layout and the HTML needed to make that visualization materialize was a big project. It brought me a great deal of satisfaction if I could get it right ... the way I saw it in my mind; or close to what I thought I was seeing in my mind. I did switch to the present layout a short time ago, and I do like it. I can change the background and the color scheme. It is clean. I used to make pages of articles I found of importance and I would upload them to this server. I'm not doing that anymore. I have all the information I will ever need right here, right now on DVD's, my main hard drive, and an exterior hard drive. I have to make the time. I have to make the time for many things. I have to make the time for me.


August 1, 2010

I was reading some older posts. I have written some nice things. I haven't always followed my best advice. That makes me a moron. I hate to admit it, but I have the balls to back it up.

I will be 55 soon. This is a good time. The year has been good to me. Crazy shit is going to happen, but I haven't encountered anything I couldn't manage well. Here is a good example. I am driving home from work and I hear this crashing sound. Any sound coming from your vehicle that is out of the ordinary noise of a well oiled machine sends a shudder down your spine. I hear this crash and I look up into the rear view mirror. There was my muffler sailing through the air end over end. It was the damndest thing I have seen in awhile. How it catapulted into the air is a mystery, but there it was; toasted. The neat thing about driving this 1995 GM Vandura Van is they run good on a straight pipe. It isn't legal, but I may be able to drive it as is back and forth to work with no trouble. I can't go anywhere else with it, but I am not going any place else these days, so it works out. The muffler broke loose at both ends of the pipe. It exploded off the van. There may be a lot of expensive repair to be had in order to even put a muffler back on the thing. That is not a pleasant outlook, but that is the size of it. I half to keep this thing on the road for work as long as possible without putting serious money into it.