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How Shall We Proceed, Nibiru?

nibiruThe shocking death of Prince on April 21st formed a focal point whereby our discussion about chemtrails- and other stuff- swirled about.

Although I have been working on about four separate articles, it has been three months since I last posted here (this one has been backdated).  If you are awake- and having searched out information leading you to this blog post, I would speculate that you are- then I should not need to explain the exponential acceleration of disturbing events occurring since my last post or the bombardment of ominous news stories- each one more astonishing than the previous.  As the entire world blindly hurtles toward some inevitable calamity, there is a heavy sense of foreboding in the air.  It becomes difficult to pull the trigger and write about any one thing when one is constantly besieged on all sides.  For a blogger who is married with a tween daughter and works two jobs in the real world, days can quickly turn into weeks and weeks into months.  Ask me how the title for this blog post came to be or how it relates to the subject matter and I will tell you, I don’t know.  For me it has been a process of overcoming disillusion and fear.  Maybe it’s the effect of Planet X approaching or maybe it’s the chemtrails creating brain fog.  The point is, I used to ha-ha this stuff.  If I could ask Prince, I would.  I’m sure he’d have something thoughtful to say.  As it turns out, he was saying a lot- maybe too much.

As was the case just prior to the death of David Bowie, which I wrote about here, Prince had been on my mind.  I had recently heard on one of the podcasts I listen to that Prince had brought up the subject of chemtrails on the Tavis Smiley Show.  I knew that Prince was outspoken against the Illuminati and the entertainment industry in particular, so I reminded myself to look up the video on YouTube.  Sure enough, although it was from several years ago, I found it.  In an interview from 2009, Prince referenced comments by civil rights activist Dick Gregory at a State of the Black Union event in which he (Gregory) called into question whether the spraying of manganese was causing outbreaks of violent behavior in his community.  In the interview, Prince encourages everyone (especially white folks) to watch the State of the Black Union video and recalls his own experiences with chemtrails.  Several days after I watched the video, Prince was discovered dead in an elevator at his Paisley Park compound outside Minneapolis.  My wife and I marveled at the fact that we had just been talking about him and his comments about chemtrails.  Keep in mind that as the news of Prince’s death was breaking, I had already been casually keeping track of the chemtrailing here in Western Montana.

I’m a skeptic; I’ve avoided writing about chemtrails for years because, well, it sounds nuts.  It first came into focus for me Memorial Day 2014.  It was a mild, sunny day with clear, blue skies.  I was supervising my daughter as she played at the park.  As I looked up, I noticed two airplanes making repeat passes, leaving curiously long, slow-evaporating trails behind them.  I had heard about the so-called “chemtrails” at this point, but was still quite undecided on what I believed about them and the “conspiracy theories” that were out there.  I took video footage of the planes, as they flew back and forth, creating parallel rows of white clouds above me.  Ordinarily I would assume the trails were simply condensation trails or contrails, which are a completely normal phenomenon.  But over a period of several minutes, these trails slowly dispersed creating a thin white haze that lingered in the sky for well over an hour.  It seemed to me that sunny days were of particular interest to these pilots; whenever the skies were blue, out came the planes to create cloud cover.  Could this be part of a globalist scheme to cool the planet from the perceived threat of global warming?  As it turns out, this is not a wild conspiracy theory at all, in fact, the idea of spraying our skies to block solar radiation (SRM or Solar Radiation Management) has been discussed in scientific, military and government circles for decades.  Surely it has already been tested and is likely now being employed on an ever-increasing scale, as evidenced by increased public awareness- all you have to do is look up.  As Prince pointed out in his interview with Tavis Smiley, we have never seen our skies blanketed in jet trails like this before.

I have reviewed the evidence and considered the arguments against chemtrails by scientists and government agencies, who maintain that the so-called “chemtrails” are nothing more than ordinary condensation trails.  They claim that under the right atmospheric conditions (temperature, humidity and wind shear), jet contrails can linger in the sky for hours and also dissipate to form sheets of cloud cover.  Has the atmospheric temperature dropped significantly over the past twenty years?  Has there simultaneously been a dramatic increase in humidity?  Has commercial air traffic increased to such a degree?  Has the technology of jet turbines fundamentally changed?  The answer is no, no, no and no.  In my opinion, what has changed is the rapid deployment of various covert spraying programs, of which SRM is just one.  A vital step in the scientific method is observation.  If people have been observing jet trails for years and they have always appeared the same, why the cause for alarm?

Keep in mind, this is Western Montana, not Los Angeles or New York.  We are not situated near any major international airports, and commercial flights through the airspace above us is very infrequent.  I wondered, how is it that I am seeing multiple planes (sometimes up to four or five) flying over me within a period of thirty minutes?  If I were to do a more in depth investigation, I would look up flights, destinations, departure and arrival times and compare them with what I was observing in the sky above me, but I was fairly certain they wouldn’t match up.  Were they military flights?  After trying out the Siri feature on my wife’s iPod which allows you to ask, “Hey Siri, what flights are above me now?” It became obvious that Siri was just cross-referencing a flight schedule with any reported delays and not tracking the physical location of the planes or even a specific flight path.

So the technology exists.  The motive exists.  It was only recently that I learned of already disclosed “cloud seeding” operations which have been utilized for agriculture on a local scale for years.  Then there is Operation Popeye during the Vietnam War, in which the U.S. military seeded clouds with lead iodide and silver iodide in an effort to extend the monsoon season and hinder traffic along the Ho Chi Minh Trail.  Looking further into the chemtrail phenomenon, I discovered some amazing facts.  One of which are the hundreds of patents taken out for weather manipulation technology and aerosol dispersion systems for aircraft.  The overwhelming amount of evidence for the existence of such technologies and their use easily defeats blanket “conspiracy theory” dismissals that argue these augmented jet trails are nothing more than water vapor condensation.

Instead of blotting out the sun in order to combat global warming, perhaps the real motive is reducing our exposure to sunlight (specifically UVB) which the body manufactures into vitamin D3, which is essential for the body’s overall health.  Other, more sinister programs may now be in use to poison the environment for the purpose of shutting down family operated and organic farms, allowing for the takeover of corporate, pesticide and chemical-dependent GMO food production.  Biological and chemical agents can be sprayed on a population for the purpose of weakening the immune system or causing neurological damage, mental illness, infertility and other afflictions. Perhaps, as Dick Gregory and Prince suggested, certain agents can be sprayed on a population in order to affect our behavior or reduce our numbers.  Or, are such outlandish claims just a means to divert blame for the social ills of the inner city?  Other theories abound, some plausible, some paranoid- including the idea that the trails are being used to cover up views of Nibiru as it approaches planet Earth.  As ridiculous as it sounds, nothing would shock me anymore.

Did Prince die from the “chemtrail flu” or was he killed because he was outspoken about the phenomenon? Apparently neither.  Although Prince had been battling the flu, the toxicology report, released on June 2nd clearly indicated the artist died from an accidental overdose of fentanyl, which is a powerful opioid painkiller “50 times more potent than heroin.”  What was not immediately known is how the drug was obtained.  Those close to Prince acknowledged his long battle with hip pain resulting from years of wild stage performances.  It appears that the artist may have developed an addiction to the drug and was seeking help.  An addiction specialist in California was contacted by Prince’s representatives on April 20th.  Dr. Max Kornfeld of Recovery Without Walls dispatched his son, Andrew Kornfeld to meet with Prince on April 21st to discuss his options; he was present when Prince’s body was discovered by staff.

I suppose we could theorize that someone who wanted Prince dead administered the fatal dose of fentanyl, but there’s no indication that anyone had entered or left the Paisley Park compound the night before- he was alone.  What is perhaps the strangest detail surrounding Prince’s death is the fact that he was discovered in an elevator, which, as many people have pointed out is ironic considering the lyrics to his song, “Let’s Go Crazy”:

… ‘Cause in this life
Things are much harder in the afterworld
In this life
You’re on your own

And if the elevator tries to bring you down
Go crazy
Punch a higher floor! …

… Are we gonna let the elevator
Bring us down?
Oh no let’s go! …

The elevator symbolizes the directions in which a soul might travel in the afterworld- “up” being towards Heaven and “down” towards Hell.  The idea of an afterworld consisting of different strata or levels is very much a pagan concept which crept into Judaism and Christianity.  It is reflected in the Catholic Church’s teaching on purgatory, which is a place or state that one enters after death in order to achieve purification prior to entering into the full glory of heaven.  It is of little significance that Prince was not Catholic, as the bulk of these beliefs have been a part of popular lore for centuries.  In fact, much of what we tend to believe about the afterworld comes from Dante’s famous work of poetry, The Divine Comedy and is- for the most part- not Biblical.  The metaphor of the elevator is merely a modernized version of this idea, where different floors represent different levels of the afterworld.  What’s interesting here is the notion that to prevent the elevator from bringing you down, you can “go crazy” and frantically press the “up” button- which seems a little futile once you’re dead.  Perhaps you’ve wondered, as I have, which way was Prince heading?  The basement, the roof or… ladies wear?

This know also, that in the last days perilous times shall come.

For men shall be lovers of the their own selves, covetous, boasters, proud, blasphemers, disobedient to parents, unthankful, unholy.

Without natural affection, trucebreakers, false accusers, incontinent, fierce, despisers of those that are good.

Traitors, heady, highminded, lovers of pleasures more than lovers of God;

Having a form of godliness, but denying the power thereof: from such turn away.

For of this sort are they which creep into houses, and lead captive silly women laden with sins, led away with divers lusts,

Ever learning, and never able to come to the knowledge of the truth.

[2 Timothy 3: 1-7]

It is worth noting that in my youth I was a huge fan of Prince, in fact, my very first concert was Prince and the Revolution at the Cow Palace in San Francisco during his Purple Rain tour- the height of his success and popularity.  It was 1985 and I was nine years old.  My best friend and I (accompanied by our mothers) sat towards the back and needed binoculars to see the action on stage.  From time to time our moms would snatch the binoculars from us when Prince was squirming around on stage barely clothed or crawling out of a mock bathtub.  We came home with glossy, full-color programs and Purple Rain t-shirts featuring the now iconic image of Prince posing on his customized purple motorcycle.  This of course provoked the envy of our classmates when we wore them to school the following Monday.

When you’re ten years old, you don’t really analyze song lyrics, although we were aware that much of it was taboo.  This was puzzling I guess to our young, impressionable minds, because Prince always seemed to possess a form of godliness.  Prince’s ongoing relationship with the Almighty culminated years later when he became a Jehovah’s Witness in 2001 and renounced his promiscuous lifestyle.  He opposed gay marriage, causing his relationship with the LGBT community and former bandmate Wendy Melvoin to chill.  Again, there is a theme here of recognizing God, in this case, Jehovah (YHWH) or God the Father, but denying the power thereof, which is Jesus Christ.  The Jehovah’s Witnesses deny the Holy Trinity- a triune God comprised of the Father, Son and Holy Spirit; they insist that Jesus was the son of God, not God Himself.  Other beliefs held by the Jehovah’s Witnesses which eschew the significance of Jesus Christ, some believe, disqualify them from the designation “Christian,” but then again, most Christians believe and practice un-Christian things.

So, it is not for me to judge Prince.  At least two of his female protegés, including the late Denise Matthews (Vanity) and Shelia E. became born-again Christians.  Certainly Prince was an intelligent, observant and talented man.  I think ultimately he found a belief system in the JW’s that he was compatible with.  It gave him the structure he needed to grow from a pretentious and narcissistic pop idol to a studious man devoted to God.  But is that good enough?  Clearly his extravagant persona and the music he created in his early career were overflowing with lustful indulgence and sexual perversion, but even in his last musical incarnation, he appeared to be under an occult influence, with the symbolism of the “third eye” dominating his album cover art and stage performances with his backing band, 3RDEYEGIRL.  Being “spiritual” does not equate with salvation in Jesus Christ.  This void may have left our much-adored artist vulnerable in the end.

I fully expect to be criticized for this casual analysis and the argument will be that I am making a big deal out of nothing or that I’m diminishing his spirituality.  And perhaps that is so.  In the larger contexts of popular music or even Rock n’ Roll history, Prince does not stand out as particularly unique in the topics he explores in his songs or his gender-fluid costuming.  The so-called “love symbol” which Prince briefly changed his name to in the late nineties is obviously a combination of the male and female gender symbols.  Again- big deal right?  We have been buffeted by ambiguous gender imagery- especially through the entertainment and fashion industries- for decades now.   We need not single out Prince; it is my opinion that it is the vehicle of popular music that we need to take a deeper look at.

Here on Earth, Prince’s memory will live on as a talented multi-instrumentalist and an electrifying performer.  His most celebrated music defied genre classification.  His religion provided an imperfect framework for his criticism of society.  But Prince’s is a case of stepping out and getting snagged up.  I am not one to question God’s capacity for mercy and forgiveness when the heart is repentant.  And so I pray that Prince Rogers Nelson’s openness to God does not go unnoticed, when many musicians fail to acknowledge God at all, or worse, blatantly bow down to Lucifer, himself the most talented musician among the angels.


Who Is The Blackstar?

black_starA week before David Bowie’s death on January 10th, my wife sat me down in front of the music video for his new single, “Blackstar.”  The album by the same name was released on January 8th (his 69th birthday) just two days prior to his death, and received wide critical acclaim.  And so I sat for nearly ten minutes, mesmerized.  I was a little shaken- not as badly as the trembling devotees featured in the video, but close.  Because here we have a clear antichrist drama playing out.  My wife suggested that I write a review.  “I don’t really want to do reviews,” I told her.  Not since 2000’s Machina/The Machines of God by the Smashing Pumpkins had I written an album review.  Besides, I was quite sure the Vigilant Citizens of the world had already picked “Blackstar” apart for its Satanic symbolism or forecasting an encounter with Nibiru or whatever.  I was already late to the party.  Says Bowie in his song “Lazarus,” “Everybody knows me now.”  This is an attempt to understand the esoteric meaning that Bowie has woven into his final offering; in true One American fashion, an abstract of various observations having a loose theme, which we can then interpret through a Biblical lens.

For all the gods of the people are idols: but the Lord made the heavens.

[1 Corinthians 16:26]

The song and video set the tone for the whole album, which is dark and unsettling even for Bowie and makes his death, which rocked the entertainment world, seem all that more mysterious.  But why?  It seems apparent that Bowie was attempting to come to terms with his mortality, having been diagnosed with cancer, but at the same time Blackstar is a revelation- Bowie’s final chapter.  This is evidenced by many of the album’s lyrics- and certainly the occult imagery of the record’s two videos- which leave fans with a sense that somehow, David Bowie, the enigmatic space man, lives still.  Indeed, Bowie the rock star and Bowie the star of film and fashion will live on, if only as an archive of enormous influence, but is there more to the story of David Bowie’s career?   Who is the Blackstar?

Blackstar documents Bowie’s final transformation; throughout the album his distinct voice can be heard requiverating over an elegant mix of jazz noir and electronica.  This time he teams up with a New York jazz combo to extend his reign as pop music’s premier trendsetter.  Bowie’s visionary artistic talent and breadth of influence in music, film and fashion cannot be denied.  Commenters around the net mourning his death have referred to him as a “genius” and even a “god.”  Music critics uniformly fell on their knees to worship the Space Oddity and his final statement to mankind.

What bothers me is that although Blackstar finds Bowie doing quite a bit of soul-searching, it seems to have amounted to little more than a shoulder shrug in the end.  There is no redemption here.  The underlying message is there is no God.  Really, this is the dominant worldview now, where if God is to be believed in at all, it is only as a mere abstraction.  Although we are presented with a tale of transcendence on the surface, the mood of the album is one of emptiness and melancholia- a Gnostic ode to oblivion.  And in this case, oblivion feels a lot like a New York street corner.

The life and times of David Bowie has become a modern mythology, where our hero desperately strives for immortality through mystical knowledge.  He ultimately fails, but we say “close enough.”  As if that’s all we have to look forward to- an orchestrated drama that compels the adoration of one’s contemporaries.  Bowie seems to enjoy the praise, but at the same time reviles the poor suckers who get wrapped up in the mythos.

Major Tom, having exhausted all available oxygen, has detached his hoses and restraints and succumbed to his fate: an image preserved floating through the vacuum of space for all time.

In the video for “Blackstar” we find that Major Tom has found his eternal resting place on a distant planet, and although his body has wasted away, his jewel-encrusted skull remains to later be found by a young woman and brought back to the “villa of Ormen,” where it is worshiped as a powerful relic.

It appears that something happened when Major Tom was orbiting the Earth.  In awe of the blue planet below him, he became enlightened or illuminated, “The stars look very different today.”  Major Tom lost contact with ground control and a few years later he descended from the heavens as the androgynous alien Ziggy Stardust.  From then on, he lived out his life disguised as a peculiar human being, finding employment as a rock musician and appearing in a dozen or so film roles.  Or so the story goes.

It is hard to think of another entertainer in recent times so universally adored than David Bowie.  At least from the perspective of his fans, Bowie was successful at achieving god-status.  It is well known that Bowie had a deep interest in the occult, practiced Kabbalah and was enamored with Aleister Crowley- a major figure in Western occultism.  It seems this is the mistake we make when it comes to our idols; we elevate them to the status of gods (or extra-terrestrials) and then it becomes blasphemous to suggest that they are mere human beings.

This is not intended to disparage David Bowie.  In fact, I have been a fan of much of his music over the years.  While some have been quick to accuse Bowie of being a Satanist, based on the videos for “Blackstar” and “Lazarus,” or citing his androgynous incarnation during the 70s, or his admitted bisexual past, I see another side to David Bowie.  Although he is an icon in the LGBT community, he chose a heterosexual life.  In 1992, he chose to marry Somali model Iman and live in a monogamous relationship.  In 2000, following the birth of his daughter Alexandria he said, “It is amazing how a new child can refocus one’s direction seconds after its birth.  Everything falls into a feeling of rightness,” he said in a 2000 interview for Hello!.  Here he is, essentially confirming God’s perfect design for the human family.

While most people see David Bowie as many characters, I see two people.  David Robert Jones (the man) and David Bowie (the idol).  In fact, Jones took the name “Bowie” from Jim Bowie’s double-edged knife in the 1960 western, The Alamo.  Likewise, the entity we’ve come to know as David Bowie is also double-edged and sometimes gives way to David Jones, who handles all the questions related to mundane human existence.  David Bowie, being a very perceptive man, was aware of this tendency toward idol worship.  In his song “Ashes To Ashes” from 1980’s Scary Monsters he punches a hole in the image that made him famous with the line, “We all know Major Tom’s a junkie.”  In other words, your space odyssey may just be a delusional mind-trip.

As a musician and writer myself, I understand that artists do not always speak from a first-person perspective.  Musicians can also be actors, on stage or in their music videos, and sometimes represent a viewpoint other than their own.  It can be difficult to discern where the artist stands on the subject matter, especially since they are often ambiguous about it, preferring to leave the listener to the interpretation.  As is the case with Bowie, I often find myself seeking out the heart of an artist.  What causes anxiety for me is not so much the images in the “Blackstar” video, but not knowing where Bowie himself figures in.  This can be troublesome when it comes to artists we admire.  This is especially true as Christians trying to discern whether the music might detract from our walk with Christ.  Is he like a preacher, with a message of impending doom for the impish women foolishly conjuring evil?  Is he like an antichrist, orchestrating a cultic ritual?  Is he an observer, a commentator on a society obsessed with the worship of false idols?  I’d like to offer another opinion.  With Blackstar, David Robert Jones (the man) is offering up David Bowie (the idol) as a sacrifice.  There is a sense of detachment here, a casting off of David Bowie the persona into the cosmic ether which birthed his image.  David Bowie is the Blackstar; he serves as a substitute- an antichrist character.  In the video we see a black star eclipsing the sun.

Echoing throughout the song “Blackstar” is a transmuted voice alternately insisting, “I’m not a pop star” and “I’m not a film star” and “I’m not a porn star” among other refutals.  Underneath the dazzling facade of fame, fortune and even carnal pleasure, we see the true nature of the beast, “I’m a black star.”  The concept of the black star runs parallel to the occult notion of the black sun or midnight sun and from a Christian standpoint is symbolic of the Antichrist.  There can be many antichrists- things we worship in place of Christ, including our beloved pop stars [1 John 4:3].  I’m not saying Bowie is the Antichrist, but he’s certainly displaying the spirit of antichrist, which has a firm grip over many pop musicians.  Undoubtedly David Bowie brushed shoulders with more than a few of the Illuminus in his five-decade career; he was their darling.  Even if Bowie was not himself a participant, surely he was invited.  And clearly he propagated the same insidious ideas, which, through the vehicle of pop music, have entered into the collective psyche of our society.

Curiously though, as it seems to be with many artists who are exposed to the slimy underbelly of the entertainment industry, they have also embedded a warning in their message: Beware what you worship.