"Only the small secrets need to be protected. The big ones are kept secret by public incredulity" -Marshal McLuhan
Press lightly here for my secret political page. Shhh...
ah, silence is complicity.It is because of the fluctuations and the sinuous nature of time that individual thought matters so much.
Whatever we consider normal or acceptable,
matters. What we accept, matters.
Freedom must be lived
to be alive.
Last Thursday, I went to the Richard Gage lecture at the Engineering Department of University College, London, a rare excursion. After I arrived by train I walked beside the river and crossed a bridge into the city, where I got lost for a while.
The images below are of forensic evidence of the role of thermite, the explosive, in the disintegration of the Twin Towers and Building Seven.
The dust contained molten iron microspheres, less than a hair's width in size, a byproduct of the explosive thermite. The thermite evidence was found by many United States agencies, including environmental companies and independent physicists. There are also many witnesses to explosions before the planes hit and as the buildings were falling.
Above part of the explanation of the impossibility of the top section of a high rise being able to collapse with free-fall acceleration through the path of greatest resistance, the steel and concrete building beneath it. The speed of the fall could only have happened if the supporting columns were removed ahead of the fall with explosives.
These pictures above relate to the graceful sinking to the ground of the 3rd high rise building that day, which was Building 7 of the World Trade Centre, housing the CIA, the FBI and the Internal Revenue Service and all the records of the investigations into massive Wall Street scandals including Enron and the Federal Reserve Bank's sale of the US gold reserves (fancy, Gordon Brown sold off the British gold reserves too, what a coincidence) This latter matter was not discussed at the lecture, it's just something that makes me think. I've heard that gold is difficult to buy now, although the price has fallen a little. People are asking where it's all gone, as though it might have been taken by dragons to hide in their hoards beneath the mountains.
But I have missed the point as I often do. Building 7 was twice reported to have fallen while it was still standing, and the fall accurately described in advance by CNN at 10.45 in the morning, and by the BBC about 20 minutes before it descended neatly into its own footprint around teatime.
I went to the William Cobbett Memorial Lecture at Farnham Castle and I'm writing something because of it now with black ink and mapping pen.
The incessant emphasis on CO2 and its effects on globally averaged temperatures leads many to ignore the fact that changes in the distribution of precipitation are far more threatening to agriculture and biosphere than any slight temperature changes. In precisely that part of the problem, however, the predictive capabilities of global climate science are practically nonexistent.
"...the J.P. Morgan [banking] interests.... and their subsidiary organizations got together 12 men high up in the newspaper world and employed them to select the most influential newspapers in the United States and sufficient number of them to control generally the policy of the daily press of the US.... They found it was only necessary to purchase the control of 25 of the greatest papers. ...an editor was furnished for each paper to properly supervise and edit information...."
Congressman Oscar Callaway
statement included in the Congressional Record (vol. 54, February 9, 1917, p. 2947)
18th August, 2008. Just wanted to mention that last Monday was one of those days that went screwy just before lunch, broke up into a thousand tiny pieces accelerating away from me in every direction like bright diamonds raining outwards. Leaving me in the dark. And I felt so alone that it seemed impossible to be doing what I was doing, it seemed impossible to ever speak, ever speak, ever say.. and the floor began to fall away.
I didn't want to be on the edge, hadn't expected or planned to be standing there, not this week, not this sunless summer. Don't remember. Do that again. Fight the fog of dissuasion, find spirit support, soul support.
Get Mika out from under Sibelius's 5th, Vaughan Williams's Sea Symphony, Yo-Yo Ma playing Ennio Morricone, Nina Simone playing You'll Never Walk Alone on the piano so forcefully. Drop Mika on the spindle, choose track 5 - Relax - and it gets me just below the rib cage, the wave; the spine instantly loosens rhythm from exactly where you're starting from, hurtling towards the edge, alone; except dear Mika has been there too, and evidently spent much time exploring the outer fringes of accepted things..
Discovering the nature of truth,
playing with fire indeed, real knowledge is often very frightening, relaxation so much helps the process of understanding which takes time, and Any Other World opens me up to another set of resolutions, almost unconscious, blest by a contrary nature I never could say goodbye to the world I love, and yes
in any other world
you could tell the difference.