new material (edited)

Over 100 pages of new material have been written. These will be written and typed asap. Earlier autobiographical articles will be merged while some material will be deleted to reflect changing beliefs. Here's a sample.

One night, as I was falling asleep, I saw the familiar eyes again and heard a voice stating “We would like to do a surgery on your reproductive organs because this area of the body is where much of your anger is stored.” It was understood that reproduction in this context was not entirely physical. I then found myself entering a cavern that opened into a city beneath a mountain, whose edifices were fused into stone. There I found Katja with her mother, living within a larger community. Her mother let me in to see her but I was dismayed by a cold reception. She looked at me like a stranger and said “You are mistaken. We are not in a relationship. I am married to a man I've known since childhood.” With a feeling of incredible emptiness I left the community and returned the way I had arrived, through the cavern which opened into a narrow valley spanning maybe a dozen yards across, between two sheer cliffs. For mile after mile I walked, seeing nothing but endless walls stretching for thousands of yards above. There was no water in sight. I wondered if I would die of dehydration. The severe landscape was delineated by rocky outcroppings which bubbled and coalesced into bulbous igneous rock formations as volcanoes boiled, simmered and smoldered over the course of millenia. Once invisible dimensions became visible. A trio of white horses ran alongside my path. They had always existed, always been present as silent companions. The only thing that has changed was my perception of them, or lack thereof. The valley floor gradually expanded into a wide plain where merchants plied a thriving trade in luxury goods like silk and spices alongside basic items of subsistence. The setting was pre-industrial feudalism. Roving bands of raiders had interwoven themselves within the business of the market, and were busy terrorizing the merchants, siphoning fruits of their trade. Unlike the popular image of Medieval raiders, these men were close linked to the aristocracy, enjoying a great deal of social privilege. The towering walls of cliffs had receded into the slopes of another great mountain, whose seemingly impenetrable walls opened to reveal a narrow passageway. I followed to path inside the mountain and into a hive-like settlement with modern furnishings. In a kitchen with high celings and metallic walls the warmth of extended community was made evident. I walked to the faucet and poured myself a glass of water. The honeycomb-like structure of the dwelling contained dozens of rooms per unit, connected by corridors, patios, open- courtyards and conference rooms, There were beings from many different galaxies mingling in common areas. I was brought to a central hall where the clamor of loud conversation between hundreds of beings was taking places at long tables.

Serena sat down at the end of our table so that we were facing each other. I wanted to know why Katja had been so cold to me. She said the relationship was not intended to be permanent, that our interactions formed strands in a web of life that would connect all beings born in a state of separation. She showed me a device that was like a hologram, announcing that I had killed the spider. Inside the hologram was a twitching arachnid leg almost a meter long, which she explained had once been attached to me. I was horrified. As she spoke, she transferred to me a sense of respect for the creature's life, which had served an important function by containing dark emotions like greed and hatred. She then said, perhaps ominously, that there was more work to be done. Serena put away the hologram before presenting another device that looked like a prism. Watching light reflecting off its surfaces, I felt my surroundings blur, fade and vanish. Time and space disassembled. An abyss stretched fathomless depths through layers of black soil, dense rock, molten lava, across empty caverns and towards a blazing light. Diffusions of sound produced frequency shifts fluctuating into the ether, reverberating as gravity waves. Doorways arranged and rearranged in never-ending configuration of patterns, revealing the rhythmic pulse of horses running in great number down a steep hillside. A litany of atrocities was committed against the public. Black clusters of carrion birds obscured the sun. Flickering torchlight revealed faces in a Medieval armory pervaded with the stench of smoke and blood. The powers of church and state were unified under vows spoken in secrecy. The artifice of sense certainty crumbled as sight and sound merged into amorphous anomaly.

Linear events become unbound. Seasons pass in an instant. Fertility emerges, grows, blooms and declines. A battlefield littered with bodies is replaced by a meadow of wildflowers. Indistinct forms waver through viscosity to visual coherence. Shapes, images and histories unfurl, fragment and scatter,
warping physicality into the eternal now. Observation becomes participation. Marriages form, decay and return. Children age, generating cycles of their own, enmeshed and enfolded within one another like Chinese egg dolls. Luminous oscillations reveal rain falling on cobblestone streets. The financial district of London. Men in tailored suits are stepping from a horse-drawn carriage towards a staircase leading down to a basement nightclub. Colleagues are with a serving girl in the corner. A central bar is stocked with vintage liquers. Someone is being tortured in the back room. The sound of screaming. Passive faces of voyeurs look on, unaffected. The feeling of despair is a visible substance, black and grimy like stubborn grease. A doorway opens. Light is reflected and refracted, dividing, subdividing and multiplying. A shallow facade of dimensional solidity is torn asunder, displaying a carnival barker in pinstripe suit, cane and top hat, a stage full of tattooed monstrosities, genetic abnormalities, the shoulders of a giant moving through the crowd, towering above it, the smell of laudanum, the sound of children screaming as colored minerals explode across the sky. Living memories recorded in crystalline faces enfold and collapse, revealing new geometries. Insectoid limbs on a terrestrial surfaces sparkling with phosphorescence multiply into an array of beings as a singular entity's energy bodies converge and diverge into a rainbow of color. Flashes of light alternate with shimmering colors as doorways open and close.

Serena said I was watching recording of past lives. She said there was no longer a need to be angry about issues of social inequality because the old world order is collapsing. She predicted that people who cling to values of separation and hierarchy will be finding themselves inhibited in many ways. I understood the Catholic church to be one of many institutions included in this summary of events.
That dream occurred months before I first watched videos of Barbra Marciniak channeling the Pleiadians. In the course of these videos they discuss the upcoming collapse of the Catholic Church. The phrase “old world order” is also mentioned in at least one instance. Let me reemphasize that I had never watched her videos before the dream happened, so subliminal influence can not possibly explain the similarity of the message.

Soon after the dream happened it was like a light had been switched off. The formerly harrowing attachment to Katja receded into the distance in such a hurry it was disorienting. I have never moved on from someone so fast. Another possible post-surgical complication was that casual sex was no longer appealing. My attention had already returned to a situation closer to home.

A few days after the dream I was in the bath and looked down to see see what appeared to be a surgical incision a few millimeters long just over my right ovary. That was my first thought because the line was so abnormally straight it appeared to be have been done with a mechanically made instrument. But then when I ran a nail over it there was no feeling of sensitivity as there would be with a normal injury, and no rough edges as there would be with a scab. All I could feel was smooth skin free from any sense of physical discomfort. The mark was vaguely reddish. When it was still there a few weeks later I began assuming it was an inflamed vein. Then, after over a month has passed since the dream, I ran my nail over it again and the entire line peeled off beneath my finger, revealing smooth, unblemished skin beneath.

The day before I finally sat down to organize and transcribe the notes about the previous dream, which were all scattered in various notebooks, I woke up from a brief nap with a sudden, inexplicable compulsion to look up the word panoply in the dictionary, feeling that the urge was meant to convey an important message. In my mind, “panoply” was linked to an image of the prism, where light and sound were crystallized into physical form. This is not what panoply means. At that time I put the dictionary-searching compulsion aside to go about the business of the day. Some of that “business” involved starting The Once and Future King, a classic Arthurian fantasy novel that had been on my reading list for close to a decade. Aside from its literary merits, part of the fascination derived from noticing how prevalent the Grail mythos is in the literature of all the major religious military orders dating back to the Middle Ages, starting with the Knights Templar. Within Medieval legend and folklore, the Templar Grand Master, Godfroi de Bouillon, was descended from Perceval, protagonist of all the earliest Grail romances. The character of King Arthur might be interpreted as a Western Buddha working towards wealth redistribution, given that, until his emergence in European mythology, there had been no comparable monarch whose efforts were, at least ostensibly, directed towards bringing peace and prosperity to his kingdom. Prior to the invention or romanticized existence of King Arthur, the idea of sacred kingship had been based on strength, which by nature was founded on conquest of subject populations. Of course, this counter-tradition of collectivism has been corrupted by the network of secret societies who comprise the shadow government, because that network borrows heavily from Arthurian mythology while pursuing wealth concentration at the expense of the masses. I have not yet read Joseph Campbell's essay concerning how the Grail romances are the founding myth of European society, but in all likelihood this interpretation is heavily influences by his own family's close personal involvement with, and membership within, Freemasonry. The primary reason I had been reading Arthurian mythology to begin with was to extract symbolic meaning and allusion from the text. Or, at least, that was the excuse.

Near the beginning of the Once and Future King, there is a visually striking scene in which a young Arthur, who is lost in an English forest, wanders into a sunny clearing where a strange knight in gleaming armor is sitting astride a white horse. When Arthur asks the knight for directions, it becomes apparent that he is blinded by foggy glasses that will not become clear when cleaned on the horse's mane or anything else in sight. At one point the knight is crawling around on the ground looking for his glasses but the visor on his helm keeps snapping shut, leaving him in a state of utter confusion. With Arthur's help he locates the glasses, after which the knight's dog, a docile, unmotivated, perpetually happy creature intended for hunting primevil beasts, takes off running in circles around the tree, wrapping his rope leash in knots all the while. The knight then gallops around the tree three times in the opposite direction, intending to disentangle the dog but leaving them both hopelessly ensnared. At this point I had to put the book down for a minute because it had sent me into hysterics. Leash confusion is a state that any responsible dog owner is well acquainted with. Over the course of succeeding chapters, the knight runs into trees and falls over from the weight of his armor. Finally, after reading all of this, I walked over to the bookshelf and looked up the word panoply. I was surprised to read it defined as “a complete suit of armor”. In this particular context, armor was understood to be a metaphor for self-knowledge. One can see how easy it is to misinterpret communication that tends to be symbolic. Later that same day, I looked in the mirror and observed, for the first time, a long scratch running alongside to outer corner of my jaw. It was deep enough that, under normal circumstances, I would have remembered it happening. The scratch looked identical to photos of unexplained marks on the jawlines of other people who had claimed the scratches were left during military or alien abductions.

During 2004, while living in the San Francisco crack hotel, I was walking down 16th street and spotted an intriguing book with a golden pyramid on its cover, resting on the blanket of a man holding a sidewalk sale. Not owning any books at the time, I offered whatever change was in my pocket and took the book home. I might not have emerged from my room for a few days, except to go down the hall to the shower room. The book, called City of Golden Shadow, chronicles the activities of a powerful secret society called the Grail Brotherhood. The group is comprised of wealthy individuals and corporate leaders who have constructed a virtual Egypt animated by artificial intelligence. At the heart of the project is the world's oldest, wealthiest man, who, through mind uploading, has become immortal as a virtual incarnation on the Egyptian deity Osiris. Despite being protected by a cybernetic assassin whose modifications provide surveillance capacity, among other abilities, the Grail Project leader has become afraid of his own creation after witnessing how people wired into its communication network were critically injured without explanation. File under science faction.
Concepts introduced in the book bring to mind testimony by Simon Parkes, whose family's background of employment by British Security Services allowed him to be informed about the activities of Marconi Electronics, a company that was involved in the development of weaponized AI. During the early 80s, the company was in numerous mainstream media outlets after 25 of its employees met sudden, grisly deaths. Tony Collins, a reporter for Computer Weekly, wrote a book on the Marconi enigma in which he determined the deaths to be assassinations, but was unable to determine the cause. Simon claims that the killings were performed by members of the military-intelligence community concerned about the AI falling into the wrong hands. This testimony confirms my own conclusions, and those of other military abductees, who believe that a hostile AI is the ultimate power behind the fourth dimensional entities who control the cryptocracy. In recent years there has been news of a study during which subdermally embedded nano-sensors were used to shut DNA on and off in the bodies of laboratory mice. One can easily imagine an industrial technocracy capable of remotely transmitting diseases to political dissidents. According to reports of some of the so-called “super soldiers”, more accurately recognized as cybernetic subjects of the military-industrial complex, that future is already here. Consider the unusual number of covert operations researchers who have died of rapid onset cancers at a young age. Phil Schneider, Karla Turner, Mac Tonnies and Dave MacGowan are only a small subset of that group. Dr. Barry Trower, a physicist and former M15 employee, claims that microwave weapons have already been used to kill hundreds of thousands of people without ever having left a trace of evidence. His military education included a list of 30 pulse frequencies capable of inducing physical pathologies such as cancer and neurological impairment. Unless humanity is collectively able to end its technology addictions, these developments may soon be introduced to much larger segments of the general population.

One morning I was in the midst of meditation when I noticed the presence of a sentient awareness that identified itself as a mantis. It told me that the City of Golden Shadow book had been provided as part of my education, and the education of humanity as a whole. The author, Tad Williams, also wrote an Arthurian high fantasy trilogy, Memory, Sorrow and Thorn, in which a protagonist is imprisoned by humanoid insects who present him with a mirror they use to communicate with the Storm King. When his friends rescue him, he is imprisoned in a gauzy, thread-like substance and speaking an insectoid clicking language. The mirror represents self-knowledge, useful not only for personal growth but for shattering the ego that functions as a barrier preventing communication with the spirit realm, and the realm of Earth's guardians, the nature devas. I had already been wondering if Tad Williams was a contactee whose books were based on information subconsciously implanted by mantids while in the dream state. According to the testimony of many mantis contactees, myself included, the mantids are environmentalists concerned with preventing a technocratic tyranny that will bring great destruction and suffering to Earth and all her inhabitants. But still, despite all the evidence, it all seemed so speculative. I wondered if maybe I had just been reading too much science fiction and it was all just the power of suggestion. I walked to the bookcase and spotted River of Blue Fire, sequel to City of Golden Shadow, which I had picked up at a library book sale years before and forgotten. For the first time, I opened the book's front cover and turned to a random page, number 121. My eye went straight to the words “It is grandfather mantis.”

Monarch 47: The Altered Human Brain (updated)

A a precautionary note, it must be stated that Project Camelot has been known to provide a forum to some very questionable sources, to say the least, but much of the following testimony seems credible. Also, part of MK Ultra "end times programming" is externally directed visualization of the worst possible future scenarios, so keep that in mind before adopting the "earth changes" predictions of MK Ultra survivors as literal truth. This testimony adds to a growing body of evidence linking MK Ultra research to neurotheology and parapsychology.

source: Project Camelot:

I decided to write you and share my experience in the MONARCH project. ..I had a 50 year security oath put into my subconscious via military grade hypnosis. All characters in my story are deceased. I am MONARCH 47. My brain was altered by doctors at a military hospital...At the age of 2 I entered the Monarch program at a military base in Huntsville, Alabama. I had the perfect young brain for experimentation. I had a severe injury called internal decapitation. It is very rare that someone lives through that kind of injury. At that time, the CIA wanted young brains to experiment on using different types of wave forms to remodel brain tissue.

I was transferred to the program because my grandfather was a high ranking Freemason with connections through the Scottish Rite hospitals for children. My father was a civilian CIA asset, rescruited through the Civil Defense program in the early 60s. ...My father was involved in children's home, Boy's Town and other State run programs targeting disadvantaged children...Illuminati traces back to multi-generations of people traced through the males, with certain inherited traits in their DNA. As the generations combine and reproduce, the DNA gets virulent and psychopathic...the family bloodlines with this DNA come about in two ways. One is from our Babylonian ancestors and their deeds.

The second is the creation of hybrids which are seeded amongst us as part of the Angel wars...The Illuminati do belong to secret organizations that desire to run the world from behind the scenes with no oversight. They rape their children in generation after generation...as an 16 month old infant I was abducted beaten and raped by a homeless black man. My family members were racist and did not want me anymore. I suffered the internal decapitation at the hands of my mother a few months after the rape. My parents wanted nothing to do with me so I was donated for research to stop Communism...My skull bones were not fusing with the halo contraption the community hospital provided and my death was imminent. My anterior and posterior fontanel systems were not closing and leaking cerebrospinal fluid.

My grandfather dropped me off at the front door of the military hospital in the spring of 1963. I would not see him until Christmas, eight months later...They didn't close my skull for months and left sections of my skull open for experiments. They began to systematically map the areas of my brain for redefinition. The mapping of the brain was done with long steel needles hammered through the skull or simply applied to the motor neurons in the brain. I was not given anesthesia in these operations so my nervous system was responsive. I was programmed as a Marionette which means the doctors sent volts down my peripheral nervous system to make my muscles violently contract. I was also used for sexual purposes as I matured...beginning at age five, the CIA people and the civilians like my father used shock therapy and the usual rape, trauma and satanic ritual abuse.

The team met with my grandfather at Christmas to discuss their work on my brain with sound frequencies, microwaves and other energy forms....During my stay at the hospital I was programmed by hypnosis. This meant that whatever anybody did could be erased from my subconsciousness and hidden. This part of reprogramming was to facilitate my use in covert operations involving pedophilia.
...the doctors used LSD to erase preexisting memories, followed by elctroshock treatments using electrodes planted directly into my brain...After these treatments I would be kept in a coma for months in a dark room. When my brain healed enough I was put into rehabilitation to retrain speech, eating, language and fine motor skills...My family members told me I was “catching bad guys” for the government...By the age of 5, I was sent out on jobs, especially at Marinas. Pedophiles would take me on their yachts or Cabin Cruisers 3 miles out to sea in international waters...Some would give me little toys from gas and oil companies...Some even worked for NASA. Some, mainly CIA officers, brought boy sex slaves with them from Central and South America to the CIA safe house for hypnotic programming. At the safe house, the typical rapes, sadistic electroshock treatment on the genitals, use of animals, pornography and satanic ritual abuse took place among bonfires at night. Some of the bones of these foreign boys lie buried in cow pastures long since swallowed by the marshy soil.

Part Two:

Dear Kerry,
Thank you for posting my first public disclosure that I am a modified human being.
...For you and your readers, I am TRANSHUMAN BEING. ..That is why you can see plug holes in my photographs. They were bending brain tissue into folds for more IQ power and access to off- world data through satellite telemetry. It also increases telepathic abilities in human beings. This is one of the ways the Annunaki of past lives sent consciousness out through satellite rocketry and stellar telemetry. Consciousness is contained within the vibrational rates of the elements...I was also trained on compartmentalized data actually stored on targeted cells and bone tissue to receive and emit certain types of activation and response rays. These were emitted from the Voyager and Titan satellites. ..The craft contained elements which hold consciousness...certain crystals in ANY HUMAN ear can be made to vibrate with resonance when stimulated. When I hear tones in my left and right ears I always suspect I am being targeted by satellite rays. The tones usually last for a few minutes or hours not days. I receive information at different frequencies into either my subconscious for dreaming or directly to consciousness for ideas.

Your heart has these crystals too and they can resonate back and break causing instant death. I believe this has contributed to permanent changes in the genetic code and is a resonance weapon. ..Our natural antennae or psychic ability for detecting natural red sunlight was deleted. Instead it was used by navigational satellites for people tracking. Our higher frequencies were eventually lost by nuclear open air testing and weapons release. Our world government decided to try a repair with radio waves and blue aluminum. Big industry agreed to sell their waste aluminum for aerosol purposes to reflect the Sun rays so Earth did not burn up in 1950...they created vast antennae arrays. Eventually they named them HAARP. This is because the ANGELS (children) can be stimulated by the HAARP arrays. Data could be collected on the ANGELS and they could be used for covert human testing, especially with Nano machines and vaccine weapons.

World's first GM babies born

via: Daily Mail

Although gene therapy trials have been practised since 2004, this is one of few news articles speculating on potential negative consequences of genetically engineering human beings.  What could possibly go wrong?  Bold emphasis is my own commentary.


The world's first genetically modified humans have been created, it was revealed last night.  The disclosure that 30 healthy babies were born after a series of experiments in the United States provoked another furious debate about ethics. So far, two of the babies have been tested and have been found to contain genes from three 'parents'. Fifteen of the children were born in the past three years as a result of one experimental programme at the Institute for Reproductive Medicine and Science of St Barnabas in New Jersey. The babies were born to women who had problems conceiving. Extra genes from a female donor were inserted into their eggs before they were fertilised in an attempt to enable them to conceive

...Genetic fingerprint tests on two one-year- old children confirm that they have inherited DNA from three adults --two women and one man.  The fact that the children have inherited the extra genes and incorporated them into their 'germline' means that they will, in turn, be able to pass them on to their own offspring.  Altering the human germline - in effect tinkering with the very make-up of our species - is a technique shunned by the vast majority of the world's scientists.  Geneticists fear that one day this method could be used to create new races of humans with extra, desired characteristics such as strength or high intelligence.  Writing in the journal Human Reproduction, the researchers, led by fertility pioneer Professor Jacques Cohen, say that this 'is the first case of human germline genetic modification resulting in normal healthy children'. [I'd like to know about what happened before the recent, apparently successful trial.]  Some experts severely criticised the experiments. Lord Winston, of the Hammersmith Hospital in West London, told the BBC yesterday: 'Regarding the treat-ment of the infertile, there is no evidence that this technique is worth doing . . . I am very surprised that it was even carried out at this stage. It would certainly not be allowed in Britain.'


John Smeaton, national director of the Society for the Protection of Unborn Children, said: 'One has tremendous sympathy for couples who suffer infertility problems. But this seems to be a further illustration of the fact that the whole process of in vitro fertilisation as a means of conceiving babies leads to babies being regarded as objects on a production line. 

The imperial underbelly of futurology: updated with fixed link 6/22/12

The following essay is one of the most thoughtful critiques of techno-futurology I've found coming from a scientific perspective, although I would add to the list of troublesome applications the imminent possibility for privileged elites to irrevocably alter human consciousness through virtual reality constructs, a project that has already gained traction through military mind control experiments, particularly in the areas of microchipping, nanotechnology and artificial intelligence. Additionally, the end of the essay reveals the author's own faith in what might be described as utopian technocracy, a woefully incomplete vision that must be integrated with greater consideration for the natural world.

I have proposed that the "accelerating change" crowed about for the last two decades by futurologists in pop religious cadences and by more mainstream and academic New Media commentators in pop psychology and pop sociology cadences has never had any substantial reference apart from the increasing precarity produced by neoliberal looting and destabilization of domestic welfare and global economies -- often facilitated, it is true, by the exploitation of digital trading, marketing, and surveillance networks -- a precarity usually seen and experienced from the vantage of privileged people who either benefit from neoliberal destabilization or who (rightly or wrongly) identify with the beneficiaries of that destabilization...the more assertively "techno-transcendental" varieties of futurological discourse (like the transhumanists, the singularitarians, the techno-immortalists, the nano-cornucopians, the digital-utopians) are simply extreme and hyperbolic variations of mainstream neoliberal global developmental policy discourse and mainstream marketing, advertising, and PR forms...there is an unmistakably faith-mobilizing pseudo-transcendentalizing strain to be discerned in this very PR marketing imaginary, deranging us from our present distress into a yearning toward consumer techno-futures bathed in pastels and robots and cars and DNA helices and chocolate and glossy hair and youthful skin and golden sex...Advertizing and online profiling practices are the opiate of the masses in the age of digitally-networked corporate-militarism (the present stage of capitalism)...a mass mediated Opium War (and often literal war) distracts the masses from awareness that we have already long since arrived at the techno-scientific level to provide security and equity and hence universal emancipation for all, distracting us endlessly instead into internecine struggles over pseudo-needs and pseudo-strivings that leave the obsolete bloodsoaked hierarchies enjoyed by elite incumbents in place.more...

More Than Human? The Ethics of Biologically Enhancing Soldiers

By Patrick Lin, via The Atlantic

Our ability to "upgrade" the bodies of soldiers through drugs, implants, and exoskeletons may be upending the ethical norms of war as we've understood them.

If we can engineer a soldier who can resist torture, would it still be wrong to torture this person with the usual methods? Starvation and sleep deprivation won't affect a super-soldier who doesn't need to sleep or eat. Beatings and electric shocks won't break someone who can't feel pain or fear like we do. This isn't a comic-book story, but plausible scenarios based on actual military projects today....

As you might expect, there are serious moral and legal risks to consider on this path. Last week in the UK, The Royal Society released its report " Neuroscience, Conflict and Security." This timely report worried about risks posed by cognitive enhancements to military personnel, as well as whether new nonlethal tactics, such as directed energy weapons, could violate either the Biological or Chemical Weapons Conventions...what's needed is an upgrade to the basic human condition. We want our warfighters to be made stronger, more aware, more durable, more maneuverable in different environments, and so on. The technologies that enable these abilities fall in the realm of human enhancement, and they include neuroscience, biotechnology, nanotechnology, robotics, artificial intelligence, and more.

While some of these innovations are external devices, such as exoskeletons that give the wearer super-strength, our technology devices are continually shrinking in size. Our mobile phones today have more computing power than the Apollo rockets that blasted to the moon. So there's good reason to think that these external enhancements someday can be small enough to be integrated with the human body, for an even greater military advantage.

Ethical and safety issues

Established standards in biomedical ethics-such as the Nuremberg Code, the Declaration of Helsinki, and others-govern the research stage of enhancements, that is, experimentation on human subjects. But "military necessity" or the exigencies of war can justify actions that are otherwise impermissible, such as a requirement to obtain voluntary consent of a patient. Under what conditions, then, could a warfighter be commanded (or refuse) a risky or unproven enhancement, such as a vaccine against a new biological weapon? Because some enhancements could be risky or pose long-term health dangers, such as addiction to "go pills", should military enhancements be reversible? What are the safety considerations related to more permanent enhancements, such as bionic parts or a neural implant?
Military-civilian issues

As history shows, we can expect the proliferation of every military technology we invent. The method of diffusion is different and more direct with enhancements, though: Most warfighters return to society as civilians (our veterans) and would carry back any permanent enhancements and addictions with them. The US has about 23 million veterans-or one out of every 10 adults-in addition to 3 million active and reserve personnel, so this is a significant segment of the population. Would these enhancements, such as a drug or an operation that subdues emotions, create problems for the veteran to assimilate to civilian life? Would they create problems for other civilians who may be at a competitive disadvantage to the enhanced veteran who, for instance, has bionic limbs and enhanced cognition?

In contrast, cognitive and physical enhancements aim to create a super-soldier from a biomedical direction, such as with modafinil and other drugs. For battle, we want our soft organic bodies to perform more like machines. Somewhere in between robotics and biomedical research, we might arrive at the perfect future warfighter: one that is part machine and part human, striking a formidable balance between technology and our frailties.

In changing human biology, we also may be changing the assumptions behind existing laws of war and even human ethics.

Real-Life Inception: Army Looks to ‘Counteract Nightmares’ With Digital Dreams (edited)

source: Wired

At this phase digital dreams are promoted as a safe, comforting fantasy land just like the Magic Kingdom, which of course is quite ugly beneath the surface. In a few years the same technology will likely be openly used to torture people without leaving a mark, thereby making prosecution for war crimes much more difficult to achieve while increasing potential damages exponentially. The possibilities are nearly endless: synthetic sexual assault, drowning, suffocation and nearly anything a sick mind can dream up to torture social dissidents. Trigger search algorithms could even be used to mine the target for particularly upsetting scenarios. Of course this will all seem like paranoia unless you're aware of the U.S. military sponsored MK Ultra project and its history of destroying the minds and bodies of U.S. civilians, in no small part via the use of microchips that alter neural impulses responsible for regulating emotional well-being. Happy dreaming!

A soldier tries to sleep. But he is not safe in his dreams. Jolted awake by a nightmare, the combat veteran fumbles in the dark for his 3-D glasses.

He puts them on. Around him are the faces of people whom he trusts. They fight the darkness with him. The soldier’s re-lived this scene in his head and the laboratory over and over again, until it has become reassuringly familiar. The soldier knows that his pixelated friends will take him away from these troubled dreams. When the scene is over, he takes off his goggles and looks around him. The soldier is home.

The U.S. Army wants this dream sequence to become reality. In an Army-backed experiment called “Power Dreaming,” Naval Hospital Bremerton in Washington State will help traumatized troops battle their nightmares — with soothing, digitally-made dreams crafted in virtual worlds. more...

Second update on Belita Adair, edited

This will just be a quick update. Belita has been kind enough to create a web page of the transcripts from her MK Ultra hypnosis sessions for me to share here. Also included are photos of her with the famous parapsychologist, CIA asset and brainwashing handler Andrija Pujarich. Belita has been through a lot and is still more than willing to make her personal history available, which is more than the majority of MK Ultra subjects are able to do. So if you want to help with preserving this information, then please donate to the cause of her musical project, Satanic Corpse, a below the radar black metal project that deserves to share the spotlight with other major label black metal groups out there touring and headlining clubs. After listening to her debut, Allegiance of Darkness, I can honestly say that it is easily in my top 5 favorite black metal releases of all time, an assessment I would not hand out lightly. Here is a link to download but, by all means, give the woman some money too!!!

On another note, below is the latest Lady Gaga video which is genius as usual, more from the visual effects and conceptual aspects than the music itself. I have to say, though, whatever she's in touch with here is not entirely a good thing, what with the video's story of a synthetically created "new race" of superior beings birthed in "government controlled territory". The imagery's potential for glorification of transhumanism, the merging of the human body with technology, is a distinct possibility and I just don't see this development leading our society in a beneficial direction. To mention one example, researchers have recently utililized nanotechnology to genetically engineer viruses able to maximize fuel efficiency in solar cells. Given that studies have proven how genetically modified foods cause organ damage in rats who consume them, what will happen to human DNA when technologies of this variety are released en masse into the environment, without the slightest pretense of public oversight? It is very likely that mainstream musicians are being used to glorify the idea of humanity as yet another technologically malleable resource. This development would open the way to nanotech monopolies that accidentally create diseases through greed and negligence, as well as famine through GMO crop failure, and then market the "cure" back to consumers in the form of medicines that permanently alter our genetic structures. See Margaret Atwood's masterpiece for a more complete rundown. It is highly improbable that this is what Gaga means when, in the manifesto that introduces the song, she mentions a "new race" born without prejudice, but there are public relations experts out there who will certainly make use of this naivete.

Whatever the case, her work really resonates with me, probably because we share the same guardian angel. o_o And I have to be amused with the wholesome and somewhat ridiculous messages of sexual empowerment mixed with some of the most sinister imagery imaginable. The Christian right will go nuts over this and I suppose I agree with some of their criticism. But the purely aesthetic qualities of what she's doing here transcend those agendas towards which she's being used, in my humble opinion. So I will not hesitate to say that Lady Gaga simply rocks. I just wish she would get her head out of the clouds and wise up to the manipulation going on around her.