In the various studies of how the mind works and how we process information, are various tests that show with varying degrees of precision, which modality people use to process information as their primary channel.
My own tests were producing invariably strange results that went beyond the normal range of what they are supposed to measure. It was only after I understood what this meant, that I could really better understand certain concepts and even events that had occurred to me that remained somewhat “unexplainable” or could even be considered “supernatural”, but that once I understood two things, suddenly all made sense.
The two things were that:
Firstly, my primary mode of processing information is kinaesthetic (touch), and that to a degree that is not considered, or even accounted for, in any test I have seen, and the second part of it is that this ability or level of processing of information actually extends beyond the physical body.
We all have magnetic fields and I believe having a sufficiently sensitive perception of kinaesthetic information means you can perceive information through this field too. There is, in fact, enough scientifically repeatable science to show this is a real phenomenon by the way, and on a personal level, experiences I lived through while working in close protection and even before that as a child as well as many examples in my decades of martial art training, have proven this to me without any doubt remaining.
Lastly, there is also sufficient evidence that this magnetic field may also allow us to receive information from much further afield than most suspect. And once again, there is plenty of clinically observed and tested evidence for this too. A good place to start for this would be Professor Michael Persinger’s video, No More Secrets.
Anyway, my usual digression into what many may assume is some self-glorification, is, also as usual, not that, but rather the presentation of evidence that I have absolute, objective, reason to believe in. I realise of course that this may well look subjective to the reader, but for any regular readers, I think that my dedication to the highest truth I am capable of presenting is clear. I have no problem admitting error when I make it and realise it, and nothing I have said about my experiences can, or has ever been, refuted as untrue.
At any rate, this post is not really about my processing of information by my primary method, which is kinaesthetically (that is, by the sense of touch), interesting as it may be (especially when I consider, as some women I knew in my past pointed out, that I spent a great deal of time punching and kicking other men and being punched and kicked by them in turn).
It is instead, commentary on my second most used sense to process information, which is my sense of hearing, so, really as far as humans are concerned, the processing of words.
Most people use the three senses of touch, hearing and sight to process information, and there are relatively simple ways of determining what their primary, secondary and tertiary senses are for processing the world around them.
Mine, in order, are kinaesthetic (to a degree often not measurable by the tests), hearing (combined with what is sometimes described as audio/digital, which is a kind of formalised logical processing that can be viewed as linked/analogous/close-to internal self-talk) and finally sight.
I found it interesting when I first took these tests over months and years, that sight always was the least important of the senses for me in terms of how I processed the world around me. In a sense, it could be said I have an inbuilt “protection” from being fooled by my “lying eyes”. While hearing, for tonality, sounds and words, is my second most used sense, again, interesting, because the spoken content usually only forms about 7% of what people perceive/use in communication between them. I suspect it’s lower for women or higher for men, but that’s another blog post.
I recall a distinct point in time, talking to a very pretty woman, how the words that were coming out of her mouth were saying one thing, but every other aspect of her that I was processing unconsciously by both that sense of touch —even if we were not touching— and my eyes and what they noticed unconsciously, was telling me the exact opposite.
It was a strange enough and conscious enough experience that I wrote it down later that day.
And some ten or so years later I was able to confirm with the person in question that my non-verbal perception was in fact the correct one, and not her verbal expression. The fact I had written it down and still had that diary made it objectively possible to verify this with certainty.
Words and their meaning have always mattered to me, to the same degree that they tend to matter to little children —now that I have enough of them to notice how precise they are with them— and in general, my expressions in words tend to be autistically accurate.
It is with some interest then, that I noticed long before I was aware of any of these things, that the actual words of a song mattered to me far more than the melody of it. Songs that were popular with large numbers of people would not appeal to me at all, and vice-versa, because of the intrinsic (or perceived) meaning of their lyrics.
For example, the song Brothers in Arms, by dire straits, is one of my top two or three songs ever, maybe the top one, and it is considered somewhat morbid by many people. It certainly has a melancholic quality to it, but for me, its central message is intensely positive. It is saying that even as we literally kill and main each other, in this stupid and broken world, the only thing that makes sense, the only truth, is love.
Similarly, one of the songs both I and my little son since he was a baby like is A Higher Love.
And in the version most familiar to me for the last few years since he was born, you can see why the video might have influenced that.
And even the “original” I was mostly familiar with of Whitney Houston was one I liked a lot too.
As does the little Viking by the way.
We both liked Whitney Houston songs and this one would make him sit and stare in silent awe every time it came on.
Aside a slight streak of appreciation for what might be described as the “exotic” look, which seems to be a genetic trait in the males of my family, and possibly Venetians in general, as we tend to want to explore uncharted lands and certainly have a propensity for becoming very interested in any attractive looking females of said far-away lands, the reality is that most of Houston’s songs had lyrics that could be related to love in general or even gospel music. She was initially presented as a church-going, pristine and innocent christian girl with a great voice.
And for all I know maybe she really was, initially. Her eventual swallowing by the Satanic industry that is music, film, and related activities, may certainly have been the devouring of yet another initially innocent soul.
The point though, is that aside the attractive visuals, it was always the words that ultimately had me enjoying the songs.
And little did I know that the actual original song A Higher Love was by Steve Winwood in 1986.
For some reason, listening to this version with the lyrics visible and only landscapes as background, has an even more powerful effect on me.
Yeah, that little devil symbol in the top left bothers me too, but it doesn’t show in the video.
I know too, why it affects me more deeply.
The “Original” Whitney Houston song from 1990 makes the lyrics be ambiguously about possibly a love that yes may be about God, or from God, but could also be interpreted as the kind of love a woman and a man might share on this Earth.
The Kygo version my son and I saw the most as a full video (endless times) definitely brought the lyrics down to Earth and from the merely possibly Earthly romantic to the definitely Earthly lustful, with a hint of possible romance. The visuals almost entirely obscuring the divine original intent of the real original version of Winwood’s version.
Seeing that video with only the words and landscapes gives a very deep and much more powerful sense of the song.
The original intent of divine love is clear and beautiful, and its undeniable link to our search for it in each other as romantic love is a poignant reminder of our human condition, how weak and fragile and desperate we all are, and one can’t help but feel a tender loving for the misery of the human race while hearing this song.
It’s the kind of feeling of love that hurts.
The same one that I experience from listening to Brothers in Arms.
Part of the reason I am such a misanthrope, is precisely because it is the stupidity, pettiness, weakness, fear, greed, laziness, envy, jealousy, gluttony, and perhaps, above all, cowardice of humanity at large that causes us to live as we do on this planet. That is, oppressed by pedophiles and satanists that have grabbled their way to power by subterfuge, deception, blackmail, and controlling the means of exchange (money), in ways that are meant to enrich them materially while impoverishing us all not just materially, but even worse, spiritually.
Such creatures, should have had their heads lopped off by men of character as soon as they were first discovered to be what they are.
But aside what John C. Wright labelled as the Noble Savage, who at least had a code of conduct or honour (though I assure you it would not be one you would enjoy living under, for they were invariably brutal) the only people who can be said to have ever shown the fortitude, courage and correct violent action more often than not, were Catholic knights.
While Romans, Spartans and Japanese Samurai all have had a history of courage, their rules and codes of conduct were often rather brutal. Catholics were the only warrior class that had chivalry and good conduct towards the weak that was as gentle and humane as it was, brutal though it may appear to us, enfaggotated weaklings of modernity.
If we are ever to free ourselves of the indemoniated critters that currently are controlling the reins of financial, political, media power, and most often force as well, we will need such men again. Men capable of acting for the greater good as is required, without fear and in the full knowledge that their actions will be met with vicious slander, attacks of all kinds and eventually even assassination. And such men should respond and act accordingly.
Words matter. Your word matters. The Word, in case you forgot, is another name for Jesus Christ.
And God is Love.
And as my family motto for at least 800 years states:
Love Conquers All.
Which is not to say sometimes you don’t have to wipe out some demon-infested servants of Satan. But lovingly. And with a prayer over their Hellish carcasses afterwards. Or you know, when you get a chance, because sometimes these flying monkey-imps come in swarms.











Cleaning Up the Damage and Psyops
UPDATE: Well, it’s Monday, and Dean (I like to call him Dean) of the CIA/NSA/FBI is back at work I guess. Because THIS post was truncated half-way cutting out more than half, which is also rather malicious in that if I didn’t check I would think the post is up but readers would assume it’s ended rather abruptly and in a spot that makes it look like I sold out. He definitely thinks like a petty government employee. Some of you may still have the original post on your browser in full if you do not refresh. if you do, copy it and email it to me please.
As mentioned yesterday when the blog was restored, the attack on my site was something that was done over a period of months and the infiltration was extensive.
We are still fixing a few things, like the way that each post looks if you click on it individually, as well as trying to see if we can add the share button under each post not only when you click on an individual post, but have it visible also from the main feed under each post.
There are obviously also some security things happening behind the scenes.
As we continue to resolve the issues, some rather interesting things are coming to light about the attack:
1. The focus here was to ensuring any post related to Sedevacantism or proper Catholicism exposing all the fake “Pope” since 1958 to the present were in essence not linked, and not presenting alternate and related posts on the same subject.
2. Ditto anything relating to Bergoglio and the antipapacy.
3. And of course, the exposure of really important things like who controls the financial system of the entire planet, what the Bank of International Settlement is and does and who owns it, the genocide in Gaza, the now proven medical fact that the covid bioengineered “virus” was designed to not affect those who present genetically as Ashkenazi Jews, anywhere near as much as it was designed to cause harm to people of a Viking-like disposition (the original Crusaders and a class I and my wife and children belong to) and the fact that the genetic serum murder juice was probably bioengineered similarly, so as to not be anywhere near as lethal to a certain ethnicity. You know, stuff like the at was attacked more directly.
4. It has now come to light that at least some self-confessed Israeli actors have possibly been directly contacting and attempting to mildly intimidate Sedevacantists going to mass. These are professional people of a very honest and unthreatening type being approached by vague strangers making very personal queries that show the “random stranger” knows a lot about them, before informing them they are Israelis and the people being interfered with or delayed are now “allowed” to go to Mass.
I am not surprised by the attack on my site, nor the (for now) subtle-ish intimidation of proper Catholics just going about their business and attending Holy Mass.
Most people are unaware that I have been under some level of psyop activity since I wrote The Face on Mars. It was pretty intense at the time and then tapered off for a bit with various spikes in activity over the intervening almost 30 years. It spiked up a little when I wrote the Systema book but not much and again when I wrote Believe! and Reclaiming the Catholic Church.
It ranged from having my phone tapped (confirmed by professionals who worked in the South African Secret Service, though they were more upset by the fact they didn’t know who was doing it) to various digital infiltrations (my phone and emails were hacked as were those of women I was seeing, family members and so on) and quite serious interference with communications as well as direct threats to people who were associating with me at the time.
But I have lived an “interesting life” —in the Chinese sense of the word— and pissed off several people who definitely have the means to cause the same sort of harm. Usually because such wealthy individuals behaved badly with someone I cared about or in generic terms and had to face either some consequences or a rather serious me discussing the possibility of their helping to clean out a toilet bowl with their face if they did not alter course.
The point is that such people invariably fold under pressure of the low-technology kind.
I also pissed off some people that are certainly not shy to get deeply involved in that kind of low-tech philosophy of life, and they had somewhat more direct responses, like sending armed men to my place of residence, but neither kind of pressure has really affected my course in life in terms of how I will behave, even if it certainly has affected me in various ways, primarily financially, and by being kept out of any positions that would gather much influence very widely.
But to be fair, I was never really interested in the latter, and in the former only insofar as being able to live well and provide for my loved ones. But life is brutal and for all I know I’ll be “droned” or “accidented” or “infarcted”, or “cancered” or whatever, at some point for my trouble, and if so, so be it. I never lost sleep over it when I was not a believer, and I certainly am not losing sleep over it even more, now that I am Catholic. I doubt I’ll be “suicided” other than perhaps as a direct warning that it wasn’t a suicide, because anyone that knows me is aware that just isn’t an option for me.
And for all I know, one of the factions somewhere may even help “elevate” me at some point, if so, behind the scenes and without my direct knowledge, because I certainly have been
(this is where he cut off the rest of the post. Interesting place no? I have re-written the rest of the post below, so it will differ from what you may have read earlier, but the “approached multiple times” was part of the original. By cutting it off here it made it look as if I had been secretly “paid” which I assure you is not the case. But hey… if the elites want to give me a ton of cash by say buying up millions of my books, I’m just fine with that, and it would probably keep me busy and less dangerous than if they keep pissing me off).
approached multiple times with rather large cash offers which were rejected by me, not because I am a Saint, but rather because there isn’t an amount of money I will compromise my integrity for. Again, not because I am such a good or pious Catholic, or have such outstanding moral fibre, but just because there are certain lines I will not cross, for my own peace of mind, regardless of what anyone else thinks, or thinks is reasonable or not.
The point is that as Adam Piggott pointed out in relation to this attack, I have used my name and face for over 30 years now to say what I want to say. And while I undoubtedly have irritated many in doing this, possibly because I am not a complete idiot and I understand that certain technologies are dangerous and should not be given to everyone without any oversight, I seem to still be alive. Probably also due to the fact that I generally am happy to stay in my lane and not cause too much trouble, as long as I am left reasonably alone and able to live decently, may have been somewhat protective.
But if you poke me, well, then, as I wrote in BELIEVE! since my duty as a Catholic is to spread the light of God, that can be done by setting fire to enemy encampments. So every time I receive such attacks, guess what… I’m going to get busy doing my best to spread the gospel and related topics even more.
That old adage that “the best defence is a good offence” is not always right, but it certainly has a lot to be said for, especially when the attacks are from the indemoniated and their little servants.
It is important too that you do so boldly and without fear. Because for one, fear, on some level is ALWAYS an illusion, and secondly, even if it is somewhat justified, giving in to fear is never the Way. As Catholics we are not given to a spirit of fear. Nor do we need hope either.
If I end up dead for my troubles, well, everyone dies at some point. And I never lost sleep over the potential damage they can do to me when I wasn’t a believer, I certainly am not going to lose any sleep over it now that I am.
You can break me. You can kill me. But you can never defeat me.
Those who understand that apparent paradoxical sentence don’t need it explained, and those who don’t understand it cannot ever have it explained to them either, so you either know, or you don’t.
And if you are one of those who does, then join us. Create your own groups and communities, or join ours. And if you are not, then get out of the way.
This post, this blog, and even me, may be gone tomorrow, but nothing can stop the indomitable spirit of men who have no fear of the enemy and will continue to act justly and push back at the evil in this world.
They have spent 4 years trying to ensure people no longer meet up face to face and get organised to build things that will resist the Satanic agenda they are ramping up daily. So, reader… what are you going to do?
After I had written the original version of this post, I went for a coffee at the local bar and a conversation was struck up with a group of strangers that laughed when I posted out that a patron that had just left looked like the doppelgänger of Benjamin Netanyahu. I told them I was very briefly worried. if Bibi was in our little village then things were really bad. they all immediately concurred and said it was best for him and his kind to stay far away from us, and that led into talk about the covid scamdemic, the forced LGBT-Pedo agenda and so on, and I didn’t hold back. I stated my views direct, openly and unambiguously, and said if anyone was offended they could keep away from me, which would make us both happy.
Not a single one of them objected. Not even mildly with a disapproving look. In fact, the women especially, were nodding in enthusiastic agreement with me.
And that has been my experience throughout. I have yet to get a single person objecting to my views when I express them directly and openly.
We are the majority. And we are all equally sick of the bullshit narratives we are being fed. But most have been cowed into self-censorship by vociferous scum that has got hold of some power due to our own weakness, laziness and inaction. But when thousands and millions of us decide we had enough, they simply can’t do anything about it. So, stop being afraid.
I may get droned. Maybe you too. But they can’t drone all of us. The maths just doesn’t work. And you can sense it, can’t you? They are starting to get scared. And they absolutely ARE given to a spirit of fear. They literally signed a pact with the devil in many cases. But I sure didn’t. And neither did you. So, act accordingly.
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By G | 20 October 2024 | Posted in Believe, Catholicism, Christianity, Face on Mars, Freemasons, Hard Facts, Heretics, Increasing Happiness, Reclaiming the Catholic Church, Sedevacantism, Social Commentary, Systema, Systema, The Enemy Within, The Jews