The New World Order Scam

 How the Powers That Be (PTB) will use Christians as dupes...

 

Essential Background Information

(Discovering the Foundations of the Double Cross...)

What lies ahead is a big adventure, on the path of discovery of how occultists have engineered a social revolution that will completely turn the planet upside down. To begin, I will provide much material from my experiences in the Haight-Ashbury District of San Francisco, in 1966, '67. These were the years of the hippies, the flower children... My recollections will provide a foundation for understanding the events of our current era. Forgive me if I don't arrive at the material noted in the Title Block for this page (how the Christians get double crossed) until a few pages later! Groundwork first!
 
There I studied under an occultist who profoundly influenced my life (I guess "studied under" is appropriate, since that is why I participated in the events that took place).
 
In 1965, at age 19, I had been living in the University District of Seattle. This was prior to the term "hippie" coming into common use -- we were known as "fringies" at that time. Our hangout was a coffee house on University Avenue, known as the Eigerwand. My memories are distant, and it all seems a smoky hallucination of some kind, now, remembering back to that time. I had decided that drugs, and specifically hallucinogenic drugs like LSD, mescaline, psylocybin, DMT, pot... were the philosopher's dream, a religious adventure, the path to enlightenment (Samaddhi), the key to understanding the spiritual universe in all of its staggering complexity.
 
I had been hooked on this path even at age 12. My family had taken a trip to California in 1958, and driving through San Francisco's North Beach district I was extremely keen to see "beatniks," as they were known in those years so long ago. Herb Caen, the newspaper columnist, had coined this term, and unknown to me, it really wasn't very popular with the "target population."
 
I remember Christmas of was it 1960? I received a book, a gift from my parents, "Exploring Inner Space." It was an entire book devoted to fantastic descriptions of the hallucinations encountered on LSD! (my parents had thought it was about astronomy). I learned that morning glory seeds contain lysergic acid amide, and could substitute in a pinch for LSD (lysergic acid diethylamide), so a friend and I each chewed up 900 seeds (counted them out quite religiously, to know how many). Needless to say, this was the first acid adventure of many.
 
I also located a book, "The Beats," an anthology of the writings of a number of luminaries of that period, such as Alan Ginsberg (author of the poem "Howl," who I practically worshiped), Lawrence Ferlinghetti (of City Lights Bookstore in North Beach), William Burroughs (author of "Naked Lunch"). The Beats of that time were referred to as "Dharma Bums." I read the book cover to cover I don't know how many times, longing for the day I would be out of high school, and ready to become my own Dharma Bum.

In Seattle the winter of '65 -- '66, there was a major counterculture event -- held at the Scandinavian Center -- a lecture by LSD Guru Timothy Leary! This for me was a high point (no pun intended) for that season. I believed in my heart of hearts that LSD would be the gateway to acquiring profound knowledge of spiritual things, and for me this was a powerful motive for the use of psychedelic drugs. He and Richard Alpert, a.k.a. Ram Das (both had been professors at Harvard) were largely instrumental in getting the counterculture off the ground:

Imagine my shock, when not long after, that winter, when a friend in the U-District knocked on my door, and said, "I have Alan Ginsberg with me, and Peter Orlovsky... may we come in to visit?" That winter I was living at the foot of University Avenue, on a 30 foot-long steel hull lifeboat that had once belonged to a Seattle Ferry. I had built a wooden cabin on it, and put in a woodstove and a bed, and it was moored on the Lake Union Ship Canal along with other tenants a little more well-to-do than I was. Alan and Peter were returning from Alaska. I have to admit the visit was less than it might have been (Alan promptly went to sleep for some hours).
 
Not long after this, as winter gave way to spring and summer, I thumbed rides to get to San Francisco, and made my way into the Haight-Ashbury District. Arriving there broke and homeless, I first had to solve how and where I should live. I wandered east on Haight street, until I came to and entered into a Zen-Macrobiotic restaurant, called the "Here and Now." I made my way back to the counter, feeling more than just a little hungry, and met Allen Noonan, who (I discovered) operated more than just the restaurant.

Go halfway down this page to see a photo of Allen (a.k.a. Allen Michael) hanging up the sign, when he opened the restaurant (a historic photo) -- to appreciate Allen, this is a must-read

Meeting with Allen, I learned that a pretty good life for a hippy was only a couple blocks south, down the street, at the One World Family Commune. I could hang my hat there and get meals at the restaurant, for agreeing to work a few hours each week at the restaurant. Such a deal!

 

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