The Lucifer Project and evolution, pt. 3

“We’re Pavlov’s dogs,” Red thought aloud. A man gives a dog its meal to the sound of a bell every time and eventually the bell alone, absent of the food, causes the dog to salivate. Similarly, the government gives its people a reason to be afraid by blowing up some things and showing some death and mayhem and then looping that footage while telling you to be scared and soon enough they don’t need the footage anymore. They can just say, “be afraid,” and the adrenaline hits the bloodstream.
--From “The Day John O’Neill Died,” an unpublished novel by George Hayduke

“Freedom, liberation, this must be the aim of man. To become free, to be liberated from slavery: This is what a man ought to strive for when he becomes even a little conscious of his position. There is nothing else for him, and nothing else is possible as long as he remains a slave both inwardly and outwardly. But he cannot cease to be a slave outwardly while he remains a slave inwardly. Therefore in order to become free, man must gain inner freedom.

“The first reason for man’s inner slavery is his ignorance, and above all, his ignorance of himself. Without self-knowledge, without understanding the working and functions of his machine, man cannot be free, he cannot govern himself and he will always remain a slave, and the playing of the forces acting upon him.”
–From “In Search of the Miraculous,” by P.D. Ouspensky

Of course this all had been laid down
Way before we lay down for it all
Before we had a course, of course
Of course this all had been laid down
--From “Invisible,” by Modest Mouse

What can we do to thwart the future that will result upon successful completion of The Lucifer Project?

This question presupposes several things which must be explored before it can be answered. I have put much thought into this and even now the information contained in the story on the project sparks both mourning and celebration within me, one mood often falling on the heels of the other. Indeed, The Lucifer Project is the penultimate conspiracy and begs the above question.

Firstly, I am not certain that we can stop from coming what’s coming. Cassini is right now as we speak orbiting Saturn. At any given moment the powers that be can crash it into Saturn and that will be that. Of course certainly they would like to wait until everything lines up neatly and according to prophecy. It would be inconvenient for them to ramp up the pace of their plans, but hey, the universe is a chaotic place and one must play the cards that have been dealt. The Illuminated-Masonic elites in charge of NASA know this.

Secondly, I’m not so certain that we should try to foil their plans. I mean seriously, who are we to stop them? We’ve been playing the role they assigned us for so long, we’ve been under their influence if not their direct control for so long that the idea that we would suddenly become something that we’re not and demand a role in the steering of our lives at this late moment would indeed be an absurd injustice of almost cosmic proportions.

Finally if we had the opportunity and if we decided that we should intervene and take the steering wheel from the elites, I’m not so certain that we would be able to work the wheel and steer the ship away from the jagged shoals protruding from the shallows directly in front of us.

I need to further study our history to better understand what exactly is happening and why. That said let’s look at two anecdotes that perhaps best summarize my view of where we stand and what needs to happen if we are not to be subjected to the future that successful completion of The Lucifer Project will bring us.

In the acclaimed novel on the Cold War, "A Flag For Sunrise," by Robert Stone, one of the main characters steals away from his life as an peon working for the Coast Guard. He is about to set off on an incredible adventure that will enable some degree of self-actualization. In the course of that adventure, he will, in effect, evolve. Before he leaves he has to do something. He must go to the cage where he keeps his dogs, take them to the beach where they love to run and kill them both. The dogs are thrilled to see him and when they get to the beach they dance and play like nothing is amiss. Carefully he takes aim and blows the head off one. The other sees this but remains jaded by the illusions it has spent a lifetime entertaining. It looks at its master with confusion, perhaps lost in an attempt to understand what is happening and why what is happening so drastically contrasts with what should be happening because of the reality it has convinced itself to adopt. With eyes that still reveal loyalty and adoration it beholds its master, who promptly puts a bullet between those eyes. And with that, the master is off, free to explore strange lands and to become. The master knows no guilt because he only did what he had to do to achieve his destiny. The dogs were slaughtered because they were dogs and they were in the way.

About the time I was reading this book in the late fall of 2002, World Chess Champion Gary Kasparov, who now may well be an intelligence agent, was defending his title against Deep Blue progeny.

At the time I was mostly unaware of the degree of advancement of the artificial intelligence out there. Now I realize that indeed this match up was a case of straight-up AI pitted against one of the most stalwart human minds on the planet. After every move, computer programmers tinkered with the computer. The series lasted many days and featured many draws. This of course frustrated me. Though I knew that at that level of play draws are commonplace, I wanted there to be decisive moves made and for a clear winner to emerge. I was to be let down. Kasparov kept his title by drawing against the computer. Worst of all, he admitted to playing for draws.

What is perhaps most interesting about the series is that while the champ claimed he was playing for draws he also was making highly unorthodox moves, moves that baffled commentators and analysts and that he said he had to play just to stay in the game. Kasparov said that to beat a computer of clearly superior intelligence one must take it out of its game, make moves that it hasn’t seen before and isn’t programmed to handle. The strategy worked, though the result, at the time in my opinion, wasn’t nearly as glamorous as it could have been.

These days I look back on that series and am indeed quite satisfied. It says something about the human spirit, about the ability of intuition to read a situation and make a better decision than can be made through use of intellect alone. Kasparov, maybe the greatest chess player to ever lived, defended his title by playing blindly, by going on feel and using intellect to supplement what his intuition told him. It was genius and it proved humankind’s superiority to sheer analytical intelligence.

To defeat the Masonic plot, we must make moves that they cannot foresee. One of those moves will be to prove that we are not dogs.

Mankind decades ago had the ability to ensure that every living person on this planet had shelter, simple clothing, access to refrigerated space and two solid meals per day. The fact that we had this ability and didn’t do exactly this says more than anything else I can say here about what we’ve been programmed to do and be. To ensure our survival as a species we must become something other than that which we’ve been programmed to be. We must shed our old, dysfunctional way of life like a snake sheds its skin. If we just continue to be the livestock of the elites, if we just continue to be robotic machines, if we just continue to be dogs like those from Stone’s book or like the ones with which Pavlov tinkered, then even if we succeed in dashing the plans of the Masons and float Cassini out into space, then we will promptly continue to march towards extinction unabated and with only the consolation prize of preventing the elites from escaping from this labor camp floating through space. If that is what is to happen, if we are to die anyway due to hardships and starvation brought on by Peak Oil, environmental degradation and endless war, then I would just as soon let the Masons get their way, create their sun and escape from Earth to create new worlds elsewhere in fulfillment of ancient prophecies. By doing this they will certainly be creating new opportunities for future generations of our kind to enact an equitable and just world.

The bottom line is that the changes necessary to save the world begin and end with you. You have to prove to the world that the human world is worth saving from Masonic plots and everything else, both Earthly and astronomical, now poised to wipe us out. Your actions speak louder than your words. Get rolling. Time is of the essence.