Note to new readers: If you want an in-depth understanding of what occurred in Las Vegas on October 1st, you need to read Secret Societies and Psychological Warfare by Michael Hoffman, The Most Dangerous Book in the World: 9/11 as Mass Ritual by S.K. Bain, and Most Dangerous: A True Story, by Sherwood Kent.
For the sake of brevity, I’m not going to delve into the rationale behind the nefarious acts being discussed here. In many instances, the occult philosophical underpinnings are esoteric, arcane, just plain tedious and near impossible to explain briefly.
I’m also going to assume that, if you’re reading this blog, you have at least some basic familiarity with occult symbols, rituals and psychological warfare.
If you haven’t read the aforementioned books, and are not familiar with said topics, the good news is that, in this instance, certain major ritualistic elements employed in the Las Vegas shooting are so blatantly obvious as to not require much explanation.
But, in a profound sense, that is also the bad news. When the magicians cease attempting to effectively conceal their sleight of hand, this conveys an utter contempt for their audience, and an increased brazenness which should frighten us all. Welcome to Psychopaths Gone Wild (and I’m not referring to Stephen Paddock).
“We’ll know our disinformation program is complete when everything the American public believes is false.” —William Casey, CIA Director 1981-1987
Disinfo: Real “Fake News”
Once upon a time, I was employed in the main stream media—I know what “real” news is. I worked with Vice President Dan Quayle’s former chief of staff, Bill Kristol; New York Times columnist and Meet the Press regular David Brooks; and Fox News’ Tucker Carlson. Before that, I art directed for John Grisham’s Oxford American magazine.
Since then, I have studied extensively, and written two books on, the subjects of psychological warfare, false-flag terrorism and public occult ritual. Given my traditional background, I initially came to these topics a total skeptic, only to be converted by the overwhelming weight of evidence.
If you’re new to all this, I don’t expect you to automatically believe what I write here. It took me years to adjust my perception of reality to the facts I uncovered. A lot of what you’ll read below about the Las Vegas shooting sounds insane, and it would be, except that it perfectly conforms to a well-documented template for staged-terror events, and is preceded by dozens of historical precedents detailed in the three books mentioned above and elsewhere.
Yes, but how can we draw any valid conclusions at this point—what about all the unanswered questions? Did Paddock act alone? Why do none of the bystander videos show ricochets, blood sprays or victims being hit by bullets? What about the mystery woman shouting “You’re all gonna die today!” at concert goers 45 minutes before the shooting? What about the receipt showing dinner for two the night before the shooting? What about the “13” tattoo visible on Paddock’s neck in a media photo but not in the grisly image of his purported corpse in the hotel room? Haven’t multiple eye witnesses reported shots being fired at other hotels on the Vegas Strip, including the Bellagio?
The rush to break news and media incompetence taken into full consideration, this unceasing stream of inaccurate and conflicting information is by design: it is part of the coordinated structure of the event. The spreading of misinformation and disinformation is a key strategy in psychological warfare.
What about the possible use of crisis actors? A local company named Crowds on Demand ran an advertisement on September 15th in Las Vegas. How many people were actually injured? There have been similar questions regarding Sandy Hook, the Boston Bombing, Orlando and other major terror events. What better strategy to confuse and disorient the public than to mix in obvious crisis actors among actual victims and unwitting victims—such invariably leads to insensitive conspiratorial claims that no one was injured or killed, greatly exacerbating tensions and frustration.
World of Illusion
As we all know, the main stream media is controlled by handful of corporate mega-conglomerates. This makes it infinitely simpler for the domestic surveillance-intelligence apparatus to manipulate the flow of information to the public and shape the narrative on any given story. Named and anonymous government sources feed information to reporters. On issues of national security, that information flows from the top. (Which raises the question, Who is at the top?)
As we breathlessly await the next revelation on Stephen Paddock, we would do well to keep in mind with what relative ease the storyline, subplots, characters and plot details can all be manipulated or flat out manufactured. (And not just the information, but the crime scene itself, including every piece of evidence.)
The extent to which not only the media but the U.S. military and intelligence services as a whole were deceived and exploited on September 11th, 2001—a lesser-known aspect of 9/11 that has received substantial attention in the alternative media, and which I’ve studied closely—should give us great pause. How this was, and continues to be, accomplished is well beyond the scope of this article.
Mimicking the Language of the Universe
I’ll forewarn you, it’s been five years since my first book on these subjects was published, and I’m no longer in the habit of awarding points for the obvious.
Fine, you duly noted the pyramid, aka the Luxor Hotel, and the presence of the obelisk, representing the phallus of Osiris, at the scene of the shooting. Zero points for that. Volumes have been written—including quite a few pages by yours truly—on the occult significance of these two symbols alone. In fact, if you didn’t notice them, quit reading this article right now and go away. (On the other end of the spectrum, if you’ve read 9/11 as Mass Ritual and recall the presence of a massive pyramid towering over the carnage at Ground Zero in New York, you get 20 points.)
If, by contrast, in the videos of the attack you saw the Luxor Sky Beam, the strongest beam of light in the entire world, shooting out of the top of the pyramid-shaped hotel and recognized that as representing the all-important Torch of Illumination, that’s five points.
You will also receive partial credit if you noted any of the following:
- this was the Route 91 Harvest fest, and, on October 1st, there are 91 days left in the year;
- Paddock lived in Mesquite, Nevada and Mesquite, Texas; and
- the shooter was in a room on the 32nd floor of the hotel and the 32nd degree is the highest earned degree in Scottish Rite Freemasonry. (See also: Vegas Lodge #32.)
I’ve previously written about the creation of artificial/engineered synchronicities intended to mimic the hidden language of the universe and human psyche, for the express purpose of calling forth the blessings of the Dark Gods. (I don’t care if you don’t believe in such, it’s not you I’m worried about.)
I could recite numerous historical examples of precisely this same tactic in other false-flag terrorist acts—it is one of the defining signatures of those who orchestrate these events. And I hope I don’t need to point out the dark humor in the word “harvest”; again, this is another hallmark of staged terror. (Readers of 9/11 as Mass Ritual who recall the remains of Twin Tower victims being hauled off to “Fresh Kills Landfill”, that’s 30 points.)
Take Me Down to Paradise City
If you’re beginning to get the impression that we’re dissecting an event that was a lot longer in the planning than a few months, and that is of such a monstrous and grotesque nature as to defy logic, you’re on the right track.
What I’ve gone over thus far is just the 101 course material … which is interesting, considering that the event occurred on 10/1, and involved one of the most blatant uses of occult symbolism in the history of staged terror and mass (ie, public) ritual. And speaking of 101, this brings to mind George Orwell’s novel 1984 and Room 101, “The worst thing in the world”, which was incorporated by reference into a false flag in 2013 and detailed in Most Dangerous: A True Story. (What can I say, when these guys find a favorite riff, they stick with it.)
October 1 is also the anniversary of the mass shooting at Umpqua Community College in Roseburg, Oregon in 2015, during which the shooter specifically targeted Christians. Victims were made to stand up and state their religion—to those professing to be Christians the gunman reportedly said, “Good, you’ll see God in a second.” Ironically, one of the heroes of the Paris train attack earlier that year, hailed for subduing the gunman, would have been in class at Umpqua that day if he had not been at a Dancing with the Stars practice as a result of his newfound celebrity.
Moving on, we observe not only that we’re in Sin City, but literally in Paradise, a well-known but unincorporated area of the Las Vegas strip. And while this might seem like quite a juxtaposition, the paradise being invoked here is not the Father’s Paradise, Heaven, but Sinner’s Paradise, Hell. (Not to show too much favoritism, but, again, those readers who recall this topic as a familiar chord touched on 9/11 as Mass Ritual, in particular in the chapter on Sarasota, Florida, another well-known “Paradise” where George W. Bush just happened to be on the morning of 9/11, reading a book about a pet goat with a bunch of school children…which all ended up serving as one big Black Mass…take 20 points.)
And while we’re considering the location of this event, it is worth noting that directly on the other side of the killing field in Vegas sits the terminal for Janet airlines, the exclusive, anonymous airline service which shuttles employees to and from the infamous Area 51. This might lead us to believe that perhaps Stephen Paddock’s brother knew more than he was telling when he made the following statement to the press: “I’m praying for at least some data points. Because otherwise, the bug in ‘Men in Black’ put on a Steve suit and went and did this. There’s no other rationalization.”
The year 2015 was the International Year of Light, and brought multiple terrorist attacks in Paris, the City of Light. Likewise, 2016 was the International Year of Pulses, during which the mass shooting at the Pulse Nightclub occurred. (In light of this fact, I was particularly interested to read the following headline regarding the Las Vegas shooting: “Shooter’s brother linked to crisis communications management PR firm and Pulse Nightclub”.)
Now, in its infinite wisdom, the United Nations General Assembly has designated this year, 2017, as the International Year of Sustainable Tourism for Development … and we get an attack on one of the nation’s largest tourism destinations? No, come on, that’s lame. October 1 is the International Day of Older Persons, and, at 64, Stephen Paddock would be the oldest mass shooter in U.S. history, but, still, that’s not really all that funny, not even in a dark way.
No, without further suspense, what we need to keep in mind when it comes to the timing of this event is this: 2017 marks the 300th anniversary of Grand Lodge Freemasonry, established in 1717 (and I won’t even go into the significance of the number 17, or its relationship to Sirius the Dog Star, ie, the Blazing Star of the Freemasons and the Abode of Lucifer.) So, with almost as many important Freemasonic symbols and numbers lying around the crime scene as dead bodies, I don’t feel the need to say much else on that subject.
Speaking of fortuitous timing, newly-freed known murderer O.J. Simpson just happened to spend his first night of freedom mere miles from the massacre, and, as luck would have it, the media was already present en masse in Las Vegas for his release, and so was on hand to jump all over the shooting like fleas on a dog. (If you really believe this was a coincidence, deduct 100 points from your score.)
If you’re having a little difficulty getting your head around how long it would take to plan something of this nature, or the logistics required to pull it off successfully, don’t feel bad. It takes a while to adjust. Gold stars, cookies and participation trophies for everybody! Just kidding. Sit down and shut up. I’m not finished yet.
Forgive the harshness, but the people we are dealing with here don’t view us as fully human, and have no compunction about killing for fun or profit. I would say that the Hunger Games series is a thinly-veiled metaphor for the views and actions of the global elite, but it would be more accurate to say that the book-film franchise is merely a creative reframing of the world we live in. However, as noted in multiple instances in Most Dangerous: A True Story, the elite enthusiastically adopted these movies as their metaphor, and timed real-world staged acts of terror, sabotage and murder to coincide with film release dates, and incorporated other aspects of the movies into their very real plots.
One of the goals in all of this is to blur the line between reality and fantasy to such an extent that we quite literally cannot tell the difference between the two, a milestone I’m afraid we’re fast approaching and perhaps have even passed in some respects. In fact, it is this very same topic that we now deal with in regards to the Las Vegas massacre.
An Army of One
Stephen Paddock is described as secretive, highly-intelligent; a licensed pilot and plane owner, and, obviously, avid gun collector. According to his brother, “People are saying, ‘Oh, he must have had help.’ Steve had no help. Steve didn’t need help. Steve did not take help. It did not take a village for Steve. Steve was an arm … [stopped short of saying ‘army’] I’m sorry. Please don’t, I’m using, I was about to use a colloquial term that would besmudge one of the armed forces. Steve was a stand-alone guy.”
The accused shooter may have also been experiencing progressively worsening physical and/or mental health, although according to one news report, authorities “do not believe Paddock’s mental health had deteriorated to a point that would have triggered him to commit such an act.”
A very smart, very private, wealthy high-stakes gambler and pilot with lots of guns: this in no way fits the profile of a mass shooter. It does, however, nicely fit the profile of a CIA weapons-drug smuggler. Barry Seal, in particular, comes to mind. (Unapologetic about his weapons and drug smuggling, Seal once stated in a TV interview, “Whether you call it soldier of fortune or what, it’s a way of life for me. I enjoy it and I’m going to keep doing it.”) Which is highly interesting, considering that American Made, starring Tom Cruise as Barry Seal, was released in the U.S. a mere two days before the Las Vegas shooting.
Foreshadowing on Steroids
Much has been written about predictive programming, a specific form of intentional foreshadowing. Predictive programming has been incorporated into books, television and movies for decades—in a few instances going back centuries. Its use the modern era of ubiquitous media and technology has accelerated exponentially. (Numerous examples cited in works mentioned previously.)
The purpose? Nose thumbing, essentially. Not infrequently, it is also intended as a warning of sorts, which, no matter how obscure the clue, ostensibly absolves the perpetrators of the subsequent crime from any responsibility for their actions and provides insurance against karmic justice. (I know I said I wouldn’t get into the occult philosophy here, but this is an important point. The mystery woman yelling “you’re all gonna die today” can be viewed from this same perspective.)
Quick bonus question: Which major political figure with strong family ties to the CIA ended up flying around in Barry Seal’s Cesna? That’s right, George W. Bush!
Master of Puppets
With the release of American Made in immediate proximity to the Las Vegas massacre, they’re telling us who Paddock really was, and most likely hinting at the hidden, underlying reality of the situation (and we’ll almost certainly never know for sure what the truth actually is): Paddock either didn’t do it and was framed, or he was in some fashion coerced into doing it.
Why would they do this to one of their own? Paddock was not one of them, they are very few in number and he was very low on the ladder. In any case, practically everybody is expendable, as a patsy or otherwise, particularly once they’ve outlived their usefulness or start to lose their edge. Politicians, celebrities, CIA operatives, anybody can become a contestant in the Hunger Games. There is no reward for loyalty. (Just ask Randy Quaid.)
Former pilot and published 9/11-conspiracy-theorist Philip Marshall talked out-of-school about Company business and ended up dead on his living room floor along with his son, daughter and the family dog, a gruesome tale documented in Most Dangerous: A True Story.
It would appear, then, that Stephen Paddock became the star of his own reality-television show, and as I’ve documented extensively, anybody can be manipulated or coerced—subliminally, psychologically, physically, pharmacologically, magically or otherwise—into doing anything, anytime, anywhere. They decide what role you’re going to play in their production, and, by God, you do it. MK-Ultra? The tip of the iceberg, ancient history, since morphed into a multitude of clandestine behavioral modification and control programs. Think The Borne Identity, directed by Doug Liman, who also incidentally directed American Made … yet another compelling clue that Paddock was wound up like a toy soldier?
At this point, I could mention that the orchestrators of these mass sacrifices routinely coordinate other seemingly-unrelated and geographically-removed incidents into their scripts. Why? Well, mainly because they can, but there are other reasons as well. With that in mind, I’ll simply note that the Thursday preceding the Las Vegas massacre, the global airline reservation system went down, grounding thousands of flights worldwide. Not to sound like a broken record, but this is part of a well-established pattern that Michael Hoffman, myself and others have thoroughly documented.
On the same topic, and recalling my earlier comment that anybody can become a contestant in the games of the elite whether in their prime or beyond it, I’ll also note the passing of Playboy founder Hugh Hefner last Wednesday at the age of 91. The deaths of current and former luminaries are not infrequently coordinated to coincide with other shenanigans (one of the best historical examples of this: both C.S. Lewis and Aldous Huxley “died of natural causes” on the day that JFK was assassinated). The more aged and infirm the individual, the less of a push it requires to assist them on over to the other side, but the timing still counts and points are still awarded. There is of course no way to know if this was the case with Hefner, but his life certainly fits in perfectly with the Sin City theme of this mass ritual.
Hefner is interred in the crypt beside Marilyn Monroe at Westwood Memorial Park in Los Angeles. “Spending eternity next to Marilyn is an opportunity too sweet to pass up,” Hefner told the Los Angeles Times in 2009. (Comedic actor-filmmaker Jerry Lewis died on August 20, 2017, in Las Vegas, also at the age of 91, but we’re just gonna chalk that up to coincidence.)
There’s No Place Like Home
This last item I’ll mention is for the hard-core conspiracy buffs, and they’ll know why I’m including it—not that I’m necessarily asserting that it was an intentionally included component of the script for the Las Vegas massacre, it’s more along the lines of music and mind-control trivia.
Stephen Paddock reserved a room in the Mandalay Bay Hotel, which was named after Rudyard Kipling’s poem “Mandalay” to evoke its exotic tropical romanticism. Kipling’s text was later adapted for the song “On the Road to Mandalay”, which appeared on Frank Sinatra’s album Come Fly with Me. In 2008, Frank Sinatra Jr. and Seth MacFarlane spoofed the song in the Family Guy episode “Tales of a Third Grade Nothing”.
The Cowardly Lion also quotes from the following line in “Mandalay”—“An’ the dawn comes up like thunder outer China ‘crost the Bay!”—during his famous “Courage” speech in the Wizard of Oz: “What makes the dawn come up like THUNDER?! – Courage.”
There’s no place like home, there’s no place like home…