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John Kaminski <[email protected]>
ESCAPE FROM JERUSALEM
FINDING THE WAY HOME TO OURSELVES
(a novel in progress)



Chapter 1
The black cloud



When words lose their meaning, people will lose their liberty.
— Confucius, c. 500 BC

Man is a frightened animal who must lie in order to live.
— Ernest Becker, AD 1974




Some hip cosmologists I know insist the big bang theory is dead. Fred
Hoyle is vindicated, they say. The crusty old astronomer's steady
state theory prevails, and now some fool is proposing to study the
time before the big bang, which'd be pretty tough if there wasn't
any. The thing simply doesn't begin or end, which is a hard concept
for us to grasp, because we ourselves do appear to begin and end.
Emphasis on the appear.

Maybe someday we'll see Fred Hoyle's epic novella The Black Cloud
(1958) — a savvy depiction of our first ET contact that might be like
what we are about to encounter — spring menacingly to life in a movie
version of the black cloud that dominates our collective
consciousness and creates misery and murder where the respectful
bliss of life should prevail. Thus are all aliens, as well as gods,
mere human mental projections.

As we clumsily trash the planet that gives us life, we perceive
existence in terms of death and renewal, mandating a finite time to
accomplish our mission. This apparent situation creates an omnivorous
fear within each of us that is often confused with the survival
instinct.

The survival instinct is an essential bioreflex that keeps us from
getting hit by a car. Fear of death is the most powerful wraith our
species has ever known, the beast that creates our gods and powers
our wars.

Control of the world mind can and must be captured by reason, which,
powered by love, will create a functional and peaceful future. Yet we
are constrained from attempting this by the habits and customs we
have developed, foremost of which is the practice of killing someone
else simply to acquire their possessions, and then disguising the
deed with self-absolving justifications.

Whether this predatory behavior is simply animal instinct or some
darker psychological demon from the smoky ruins of time festers as an
eternal enigma that plagues our species. We must detox and understand
it if we are to live long and prosper.

The institutions designed to facilitate our civility are laughably
corrupt. Their dogma are demonstrably false. Human frailty is
powerful, widespread and difficult to resist. Being taught that we
are in this life only for ourselves is the principal culprit.

I can't make it without you, nor you me. Most people know you have to
love someone to make it through the night. That's why the world is a
mostly happy place, except for those who seek to profit from our
freedom, to milk it dry. We see the planet shriveling before our
eyes, our oceans poisoned, our skies that make us cough. How much are
we willing to admit that we have brought this all on ourselves? Raise
your hands. Now, how many think we have had help, and been
manipulated from behind the scenes? Let's discuss it. Our lives
depend on it.

We can and must come out of our shells, realize things that we have
been previously afraid to admit, and then proceed sensibly, with care
for those we love as well as those we don't know but would like to.

Of primary necessity to our evolution toward a more humane society is
the notion that we do not possess consciousness in and of ourselves,
but that actual consciousness resides in the space between our own
minds and the person, place, or thing being perceived. In this space
will human consciousness eventually unify, and at long last we will
finally be ready to confront new forms of life in dimensions that are
currently undiscovered by us.

The principal human proclivity is to name things. We can’t comprehend
it if we don’t name it. How else can we know what it is? It is also
the prime human tendency to name something whether we actually
understand it or not. Thus, the things we name are often obscured by
the very names we give to them.

And worse, names given to us by those who do not have our best
interests at heart are often the exact opposite of what they purport
to be. To wit, Homeland Security: a cynical buzzphrase for fake
corporate terror for profit. Witness “the land of the free and home
of the brave” now currently destroying everything that lives, while
its brave American soldiers gun down innocent women and children and
are not held accountable because they are “fighting Al-Qaeda,” that
fictional creation of the CIA.

Our whole society has been mesmerized by this name, which is purely
an invention of Israeli, American and British intelligence agencies.
There are no Muslim terrorists, only Israeli Arabs posing as them. To
wit, the bombings in Madrid, Bali, London, New York: all false flag
operations engineered to justify increased expenditures on police
equipment. Like a fireman who lights fires.

Kindle the fear with a good terror name. Al-Qaeda. The perfect enemy.
If it doesn’t exist, then it can’t be caught. And the war
profiteering goes on forever.

This is the power to name. Once something has a name, nothing is the
same. Because the abstraction that created civilization is based upon
an unremitting fear that afflicts every one of us, manipulation of
this emotionally radioactive nugget naturally enough became the
driving force in human behavior.

Around the corner we are about to turn, we transcend that fear in the
freedom of an expanded mindview. Soon it will be obvious that we are
all in this together, and we need only transcend our own bad habits
to achieve the government and society we want.

Your life is in my hands, and mine in yours. We are knights errant,
on a mission from God. To discern between the tale and the truth.

We can decide what it is, but it must be what actually is, and not
something somebody invented because they just couldn’t figure it out,
and decided to concoct a pertinent but random intrigue for profit,
which is the situation with all our existing religions. Not to
mention America’s perpetual war on Iraq and the rest of the world.

•••

WE INTERRUPT THIS BROADCAST FOR A NEWS BULLETIN:

7/4/07 — Flatbed trailers carrying white prison cell modules have
been spotted heading south on I-75 near Gainesville. Speculation from
our militia spotters perched in the pinewood hills of north Florida
is that they are headed for the new concentration camp in the Avon
Park gunnery range wilderness. Meanwhile, not far from a swampy place
named Dead Lake, just west of Tallahassee, a brand new maximum
security prison remains fully staffed, but without any inmates. Would
make a good motel for the neocons. Thanks to Jackie Patru, Pastor Eli
James, Junious Ricardo Stanton and Charles Giuliani (no, no relation
to the beast Rudy) for having me on recent radio interviews. First
ones I’ve done since I was on Iranian TV. Now back to our story ....

•••

Escape from Jerusalem. This is not a suggestion, not a recommended
course of action. It is an order. From the universe.

The poison that spews from this sinister source is directly related
to the twisted corpses in the radioactive rubble of Iraq, not to
mention the World Trade Center, as well as our own dark future. The
sputum that oozes from Jerusalem poisons our bodies and our souls. It
is the philosophy that one group has supernatural permission to abuse
and exploit others of supposedly lesser status. It’s also called
being dishonest.

Simply put, we see the effects of our behavior on the planet, this
garden of eden that supplies and fulfills our every need. We have
turned it into a sewer. It looks a lot like Israel. And the world is
beginning to look a lot like Israel, walls going up everywhere to
farm us proles out into the landfills of the megacities, where they
can bury us properly.

It is the shadow of our own fear that propels us down this suicidal
path of acquisitive avarice as we try to pile up trinkets as a way to
anesthetize ourselves from our fear and avoid the inevitable truth.

We are only here for a little while, and we have only one chance to
make it right. This is our situation. You can’t prove any of it
except by faith, a human need that has been shamelessly perverted by
bearded men in black robes.

Whatever fantasy you wish to construct to palliate that fear — be it
the heaven of good intent so aptly symbolized by the Egyptian concept
of Ma’at’s feather of truth, a goal precious few of us could achieve
nowadays — or the cruise through the bardo when the necessities of
your past life determine your choice for the next — you are
nevertheless following a path of your own device which may or may not
adhere to the obvious and observable laws of the universe.

Whether we can see the world depends on whether we can really see ourselves.

•••

Getting back to Fred Hoyle’s The Black Cloud, a giant black
intelligence blots out our sun and engulfs the solar system in
darkness. It accidentally kills one quarter of the Earth’s
population. This intelligence quickly internalizes every piece of
knowledge about the Earth and begins a humane dialogue. Could we
trust it? Did it trust us? What had happened was akin to a man
accidentally stepping on a nest of ants who could talk.

Today, our first forays into the farther regions of our solar system
have involved detonating preposterously large nuclear explosions on
the surfaces of Jupiter and Saturn. That is the human message sent to
the universe. What tiny microbial civilizations that might have
developed into beings of beauty could have been wiped out by such
disrespectful maneuvers? Seems like a trivial thing next to the
people America has murdered for the lies of the PNAC report, doesn’t
it?

We are responsible for this.

And taking it just a bit further, the poisons that rain down in
chemtrails, the sedative additives put into our foods, the misguided
voodoo practices of medicine, like the anesthetic fluoride, for
example ...

We are surrounded by deliberate programs to kill us. Face it. We have
built them ourselves.

So on Jupiter and Saturn as here on Landfill Earth.

A black cloud of our own design, a signal to the farthest reaches of
the galaxy that the human species kills first and asks questions
later, maybe. Probably folks most beings in the universe wouldn’t
like to hang out with ....

The unknowing

Thoughts last for only a millisecond, they flicker in the sky of our
mind like some fading fireworks barrage that vaporizes into the night.

For about the last 15 years I have not been able to watch fireworks
displays. It is because I always hear the people of Iraq screaming
when I watch them.

As we return to the place where we — all of us — spend all of our
nights, reflecting on the victories and vicissitudes of the day, each
of us sees in our own hearts what we have done to the world, and how
bad we are hurting because of it.

This is, if you have a conscience.

However, conscience is very much out of fashion these days. The
bottom line is what has been imposed on modern human society.
Efficiency. Profit.

Somehow, the most important things in life are left out of the
equation that runs the world. And unknowing people lie dead in the
dust as a result of our own unknowing.

Perhaps, at least in some minds, the lights are coming on. But it
seems as though the human species has left its conscience, the
hallmark of what we call our most essential ingredient, behind.

We have abandoned the most important things in our lives for a few
trips and trinkets.

And we refuse to hear the cries of those in pain, principally because
we are in pain ourselves.

Thusly do the bombs keep falling. The human blood ritual, sanctified
by all holy men in black robes, continues endlessly. And we, each of
us on our pillows, seek sanctuary from the insanity that increases
daily.

Who is the real enemy? Is it ourselves? Or is something being imposed upon us?

You and I wouldn't relish gunning down Iraqi families in cold blood.
Why do so many Americans participate in this gruesome blood ritual?
America never was in danger from Iraq. Why do we not stop it? It's
all about lies.

These are the lies we live with, and sanction by our silence.

•••

What is in this book? Any reporter knows a good story lists its
central theses right away, then outlines its supporting evidence,
then follows with unimpeachable evidence that the story is true.
That’s what I’ll set out to do, but you get to decide, of course,
whether the guideposts you’ve selected for yourself were your own
authentic choices or the implants of somebody else. Somebody you
might not like if you knew who it was.

Our journey begins with a tiny falling silhouette that disappears
into the nightmare clouds of pyroclastic dust that filled the streets
of New York that fateful day in September.

Our hearts clenched, but our ears could simply not believe the story
that twisted president told that day, especially when afterwards they
hid all the evidence and denied that surviving New Yorkers were being
poisoned by radioactive dust, which had been pulverized so finely
into talcum powder that even surgical masks couldn’t prevent the
microscopic particles from entering your lungs. The government
quickly said it was safe, but that was just one of many lies about
the whole thing, and even that caused many more deaths.

A trigger for permanent war was what it was. A Pavlovian green light
for an American government hijacked by psychopaths to demand everyone
march in lockstep order toward unjustifiable mass murder against a
number of different countries. Most Americans waved their flags and
started marching.

By the time this parade had got up to speed, the U.S. Constitution
had been suspended, and people were being put in jail without the
opportunity to either examine the evidence against them or confront
their accusers.

And as TV media told colossal lies about what was really happening,
the War on Terror spread its filthy radiation and corruption around
the world.

•••

This book is about the deliberate sabotage of the 9/11 skeptics
movement by agents still unidentified, historical replicas of the
perpetrators of mystery crimes down through history, from Jack the
Ripper to David Berkowitz, from Torquemada to Richard Perle. All were
Jews, BTW.

The movement quintessentially failed to gather obvious and voluminous
evidence about the Jewish Israeli pattern to the aspects of the crime
of 9/11, which, if you need to have this labeled for you, means you
have remained in the social coma I call the mindlock.

This failure enabled the destruction of the evidence to pass
practically unnoticed. So many anomalous “firsts” — notably steel
towers felled by fire — exist regarding the events of September 11,
2001, that we must admit we can’t really see the reality of our own
lives because what we saw and have observed since is so different
from the official story that has been widely reported as true: Arab
hijackers etc.

Since we are forced to accept the images provided for us, and we know
they are false, this cognitive dissonance fractures the remainder of
our perception about the other facets of our lives. As a result, we
send our children off to a war we know is unjust and fake and against
all good things human and holy.

This is how insane America, and the world, have become.

And it is all caused by the black cloud of fear of death, from which
each of us, as we hide in our various sacred labyrinths to convince
ourselves we have solved the problem, secretly cowers in terror.




Next: EFJ2: The god in your wallet




John Kaminski is a writer who lives on the Gulf Coast of Florida who
used to have a website until he ran out of money. Undecided about
what to say about 9/11 — except that the official story is a lie,
something millions now realize — aghast at the continuing wars for
lies that most people just ignore, and terrified of the imminent
prospects for irreversible environmental degradation, he has remained
silent for three months. Having been banned from PayPal for his
“goyim” story, the only way remaining to underwrite his work (which
he desperately needs) is by e-mail and snail mail.

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