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Rivers of Blood: First They Showed Us Our Future; Then the Gaslighting Began...
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If ever you’re in the mood to frighten yourself out of your wits, then I cannot recommend more highly this podcast conversation between John Waters and Michael Yon. https://odysee.com/@johnwaters:7/anhonestconversation:3
It appears to confirm what a lot of us have suspected from time to time but have then dismissed as so scary it couldn’t possibly be true: yes, all those fighting-age men that our governments have mysteriously been allowing to creep across our borders and to be housed and maintained at our expense really are being imported in order to kill us.
I shan’t rehearse the depressing details, which are examined more than well enough in the pod. Rather, I want to try to answer the question: “How did we let it happen?”
More specifically, “How did our nations plumb such depths of stupidity and dumb, cattle-to-the-slaughter acquiescence as to have reached the point where hundreds of thousands of trained killers can be imported into their midst with barely a ripple of complaint from the invaded, occupied and eventually-to-be-massacred populace?”
As Exhibit A let me present an old edition of Desert Island Discs which I happened to listen to for the first time the other day on a long car journey. The guest was former Conservative MP Enoch Powell (who recorded it in 1989, nine years before his death in 1998.) You can listen to the episode here: https://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/p009mf3s
Desert Island Discs, I should explain for the benefit of non-British readers, is one of the BBC’s longest-running and most popular upmarket radio entertainment programmes. Each week a famous or distinguished ‘castaway’ is invited on to reminisce about their life and talk about how they imagine they would cope if alone on a desert island. They name the six favourite pieces of music they would like to take with them, their favourite book and their preferred ‘luxury item.’
Enoch Powell, I should also explain for the benefit of non-British readers, is possibly the most infamous figure in 20th century British politics. Children are taught, almost from birth, to revile him as the monster who in 1968 made a speech so inflammatory and racist - immortalised as the “Rivers of Blood” speech - that it rendered the public discussion of mass immigration off limits for at least one generation and possibly two or three.
But even in my Normie days, I recall not altogether buying the official narrative on Powell. For one thing, I knew from the Black Country side of my family that Powell had been a hugely popular constituency MP in the seat of Wolverhampton South West. People referred to him locally as “Our Enoch” - and not, I felt, because they were all rabid racists who knew a fellow rabid racist when they saw one. Rather, I think, it was because they felt he understood them and cared for them and worked for their best interests.
This is quite surprising, given the second thing I knew about Enoch Powell: that he was a fearsomely bright classical scholar with the kind of rarefied intellect (and correspondingly stiff, awkward manner) that normally goes down like a cup of cold sick with your typical piss-taking Black Countryman. Clearly, through their instinctive suspicion, they recognised something truly remarkable in him.
And Powell was remarkable. He rose from a fairly modest Midlands background to gain the top classics scholarship to Trinity, Cambridge. His mother had taught him Greek in two weeks and by the time he won his scholarship to King Edwards, Birmingham, he was known to be far ahead of any of his teachers. Though I do generally dislike quoting from Wikipedia, this paragraph on his Cambridge scholarship exam, which he sat aged seventeen in December 1929, is a gem.
“Sir Ronald Melville, who sat the exams at the same time, recalled that ‘the exams mostly lasted three hours. Powell left the room halfway through each of them’. Powell later told Melville that, in one-and-a-half hours on the Greek paper, he translated the text into Thucydides’s style of Greek and then in the style of Herodotus. For another paper, Powell also had to translate a passage from Bede, which he did in Platonic Greek. In the remaining time, Powell later remembered, ‘I tore it up and translated it again into Herodotean Greek - Ionic Greek - (which I had never written before) and then, still having time to spare, I proceeded to annotate it.”
The final interesting thing I knew about Powell was the trivia quiz fact that he was one of only two British servicemen - the other being Fitzroy Maclean - who during the War had risen through the military ranks all the way from private to brigadier. As with the first two interesting things, I found this to be a puzzling anomaly: how was it possible that someone so talented, capable and weirdly popular could yet also be the Twentieth Century’s most malign and notorious MP?
It made no sense, I now realise, because the very public destruction and humilation of Enoch Powell was yet another Cabal psyop. Like Lee Harvey Oswald, like Gavrilo Princip, like Muammar Gadaffi, Powell was one of history’s fall guys selected for calumny by the Powers That Be in order to achieve a desired effect and push a particular narrative.
The desired effect, in this case, was to counter and neutralise the British people’s perfectly natural disinclination to accept mass immigration. The narrative to be promoted was that being anti-immigration - even just thinking about it, let alone saying it publicly - was abhorrent, despicable, uncivilised, unnatural and wrong because it meant that you were ‘racist.’
What’s quite funny listening to Enoch Powell’s Desert Island Discs is that he clearly never accepted the role allotted him by the fake history lie machine. Sue Lawley the presenter (who has poshed up her accent but actually comes from an ordinary Black Country background not so far from Powell’s) variously tries to cajole, charm and bully Powell into admitting that he is the monster her BBC employers would like him to be. But Powell just isn’t having it.
When Lawley accuses Powell of having a sinister appearance, he politely - and bemusedly - replies that this is simply one of those tics of facial expression which we all acquire, one way or another.
When she insinuates that his family probably find him terrifying he replies that, au contraire, his grandchildren adore him, that he generally has a way with children, and that his wife must surely find something in him to have endured him all these years.
As for the ‘Rivers of Blood’ speech itself, Powell points out that he was doing no more than reiterating his party’s own policy, which in 1968 was to repatriate immigrants. When Lawley, unable to suppress her BBC sneer, insinuates that really it was those immigrants’ ‘skin colour’ that most bothered Powell, he replies that if Indians had been asked to accept an influx 40 million white people - the proportionate equivalent - they might feel they had just as much of a right to complain.
The conventional view on Enoch Powell that he was a brilliant man who yet never achieved the political eminence that could have been his because of that appalling error of judgement in his speech on immigration.
But like so much of what passes for history it is based on a huge lie. When Powell made that speech all he was doing was stating the obvious: that if you are going to import large numbers of people with different cultural and religious values into an established nation with its own very distinct identity, traditions and moral codes there are going to be unfortunate repercussions. His crime - and it was only a crime because the bought-and-paid-for media conspired shrilly to declare it a crime - was to have embellished his point by making a characteristic literary reference to Virgil’s Aeneid: “As I look ahead, I am filled with foreboding; like the Roman, I seem to see ‘the River Tiber foaming with much blood.’
“Your own party leader Edward Heath said it was inflammatory’, goads Lawley.
This, for those listeners in the know, is a cherishable moment.
Heath was a paedophile and a murderer - possibly, though in a pretty tight field given that he’s up against the likes of Tony Blair, Britain’s most nakedly demonic prime minister. Heath inveigled boys from care homes onto his yacht, Morning Cloud, and, having sexually abused them, killed them - or had them killed - before disposing of their bodies in the sea.
Lawley was likely unaware of these awkward facts when she brandished Heath as some kind of moral authority to prove her virtue-signalling point on Desert Island Discs. Still, you’ve got to love the irony.
But this, habitues of the rabbit hole will know, is often the way of things. The people celebrated by history as our greatest heroes are invariably the worst wrong ‘uns (that’ll be you, inter alia, Winston Churchill). And the people who’ve been relentlessly sold to us as the bad guys quite often turn out to have been goodies.
Was Enoch Powell, then, a goodie? We’ll come to that in a moment. But he certainly gives a plausible account of himself in that Lawley interview. The impression you get is of a man decent and honest to the point of naivety who still generously assumes that the way he was so ruthlessly and cynically stitched up by the Powers That Be was just one of those things that could have happened to anyone in the tricksy realm of politics.
It really wasn’t though. This was a deliberately planned and orchestrated historical moment designed to push a specific agenda. What’s fascinating, looking back at that period through Awake eyes, is realising just how close They came to losing control of the argument, how hard They had to work to wrest it desperately back and shape it towards their desired end.
The problem for the Powers That Be was that Powell’s message - mass immigration was going to be a disaster - was extremely popular with the electorate. In fact, it was probably the reason Satanic Ted Heath and his Conservatives won the 1970 General Election - despite the fact that Heath had repudiated Powell’s alleged ‘racialism’ by sacking him from his shadow cabinet.
In a poll taken shortly after Powell’s speech, 74 per cent of those surveyed said they agreed with what he’d said. Can you imagine that happening today? Almost certainly, you can’t. But not, I suspect, because most of the native population don’t feel just the same way in their bones. Rather, it’s that in the subsequent half century they have been subjected to such extensive and thorough conditioning that they are no longer capable of even expressing their own thoughts. “Racism”, they have been trained to think, is so manifestly abhorrent as to require the most stringent self-censorship.
This is the reason we are where we are today. Not because people are too stupid to realise it’s a bad idea to ship lots of fit, well-trained-looking, military-aged foreigners into the country, maintain them at taxpayers’ expense in small hotels and hostels in every town, all behind a massive wall of silence from the political and media class. But because most people would now quite literally rather die than be considered ‘racist’.
The ‘Rivers of Blood’ psyop was a key element in that brainwashing programme. It treated British people like hungry dogs in a cage desperate for meat. (I suppose in this analogy the meat they hungered for would be a combination ‘truth’ and ‘having a meaningful say on the kind of country they would like to live in’). What the Powers That Be did at this moment was to place huge bleeding chunks of that meat just outside the cage - and then electrified the bars of the cage. Every time the dogs - the British people - tried to stick their noses through the cage bars they would be given an electric shock. And so, little by little, they would come to accept that ‘truth’ and ‘having a meaningful say on the kind of country they would like to live in’ had been rendered totally off limit for them.
In order to achieve this goal, the Powers That Be first had to fake up the outrage and drama surrounding Powell’s speech, in much the same way that their modern equivalents did recently over those three children allegedly murdered by an immigrant in Southport. The corrupt media played a major part in this: so, for example, the Times - edited by the ineffably rank and compromised Cabal lackey William Rees Mogg - did its bit with an editorial declaring it ‘an evil speech’ and saying ‘This is the first time that a serious British politician has appealed to racial hatred in this direct way in our postwar history.’ And the tabloids did theirs by bigging up the supposed increase in racial hate incidents which had allegedly resulted from Powell’s speech.
Unless you’re wise to the game being played it’s quite easy to be taken in. But once you know how these things work it becomes transparent to the point of comical obviousness. Essentially, the rule is this: the truth is whatever the slippery, mendacious, bought-and-paid-for media declares it to be. So, if a tree falls in a forest and the media - or rather its shadowy controllers - says it didn’t fall then pretty soon it will become an established and eternal fact that that tree is still standing upright. Anyone who suggests otherwise, even the people who vividly recall personally chopping down that tree with axes and chainsaws, will be marginalised, ridiculed, ignored.
This is what happened with Powell’s speech. It only became notorious because it had been pre-decided it should become notorious and therefore the media declared it to be notorious. Under other circumstances it would have gone unreported and would quickly have been forgotten, as most political speeches are.
What’s so diabolically effective about this process is that most people in this evil lie machine are acting in good faith. They simply have no idea that they are pushing the agenda of a tiny, psychopathic, misanthropic Cabal hell bent on divide and rule. I know this, because I used to be one of those innocent dupes myself.
My job, as a comment journalist, did I but know it, was to gold-plate and copper-bottom all the various lies we have been told by academics, newspapers, historians and so on over the years. This is the real purpose of anniversary pieces and think pieces on epochal events, like, say, 9/11. Once the fake facts have been established as truth, you as a comment journalist or a think piece writer then cement these fake facts in the public imagination by reminding everyone, every now and again, about how evil and stary Mohammad Atta’s eyes were, or how tragic those final telephone recordings were from the doomed passengers were, or how heroic the story of the singing Cornishman was.
Every shade of opinion on any subject is represented in the mainstream media: but only so long as it doesn’t get too close to the knuckle.
Over the years since Rivers of Blood, for example, you might have read the odd article by designated right-wing Blimp characters like Simon Heffer expressing cautious sympathy, even mild admiration for Powell. They might go so far as to say he was misunderstood, or misrepresented, or unlucky. And they will all dutifully repeat the accepted nonsense that Powell’s words were so contentious, inflammable and divisive that they rendered reasonable discussion of the immigration issue quite impossible for the next few decades.
But what you’ll never ever get from any commentator of bottom or influence is anything approaching the truth: that in 1968, a prominent politician was publicly humiliated in an utterly fake controversy over which no one would have batted an eyelid (“Politician makes speech, shock”) if they hadn’t been ordered to do so by a co-ordinated series of newspaper headlines.
The purpose of this cooked-up furore was to soften up the British populace for successive waves of mass immigration from Commonwealth countries. Various excuses were offered for this mass immigration - ‘they’ll do the jobs native British people refuse to do’, ‘they’ll help support an ageing population’, ‘they’ll boost GDP’, etc. If the British people had known what was really behind all this, there would have been a revolution.
Mass immigration was being imposed on them to divide, weaken and ultimately destroy them. All the stuff about melting pots and the joys of diversity were just handy, distracting slogans. The native population - and indeed immigrants who’d now settled and consider themselves British - were never going to be consulted on this. And even if they were, their politicians were in no position to respond to their needs because those politicians were just puppets of the Predator Class.
The people who really called the shots had decided long ago - in the Coudenhove-Kalergi Plan of the 1920s, for example - that through a process of demographic attrition known as ‘white replacement’ the national identities of once proud, independent and distinctive European nations could be diluted and weakened to the point where they were no longer capable of resisting One World Government. This is roughly where we are now.
Try telling that to Simon Heffer next time you bump into him at a dinner party. And if you do, please take a video of him blustering about the utter insanity of your conspiracy theory. This is how people in the mainstream media think. As I say, I know this because I used to think that way myself.
So Enoch Powell: a good man hung out to dry by the Cabal for telling the truth?
Not quite, much as I’d like to think so given that among his other qualities, he was a dedicated fox-hunting man.
But he was also a raging paedo who abused his prestige and influence to secure the unwilling sexual services of hapless boys from care homes such as Kincora in Northern Ireland. Read on, here, for all the grisly details https://villagemagazine.ie/suffer-little-children/
So no, Enoch Powell wasn’t one of history’s cruelly misrepresented good guys. He wasn’t one of ours. He was yet another one of theirs.
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The reason I now know better is not because I’ve just learned new things about RFK Jr that I never knew before. Rather it’s because of that handy rule of thumb popularised by my old friend - and latest podcast guest - Miri AF: “If you know the name they’re in the game.”
Miri Ann Finch gets a lot of stick from a certain kind of conspiracy theorist (the fair-weather kind; I call them the ‘purple-pilled’because they can’t quite make up their minds whether they are ‘red-pilled’ or ‘blue-pilled’) because they consider her maxim either to be too cynical or too simplistic.
“Anyway, I’ve heard Miri’s name so that must mean she’s in on it. James Delingpole too, now I think about it,” they sometimes add, feebly.
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Someone like RFK Jr, on the other hand, you might actually listen to. He must know what he’s talking about because he hates Antony Fauci, knows that AIDS is fake and gay, and has taken heat for talking openly about the bad stuff they put in vaccines. So if he says some vaccines are bad, but not all vaccines, there must be something in it, right?
That’s how the game works. They’ve a player for every occasion. Some of their players, with names like Piers Morgan, are there to fool the kind of idiots who wouldn’t recognise there was a conspiracy going on even if you showed them round the studio where they filmed the moon landings, introduced you to the guys that wired the Twin Towers for demolition, and then gave them a guided tour round the Deep Underground Military Base in Antarctica where they breed the children for Adrenochrome.
And some of their players are there to fool the people who know they’re better than that and think that they can’t be fooled.
It reminds me a bit of that scene in John Carpenter’s They Live! when the hero puts on the special glasses that enable you to see all the reptilian skull face creatures who really run the world. And what’s shocking is just how many of these reptilian skull face creatures there are, serving behind shop counters, bustling down high streets. There’s not just the odd one, here and there. They are absolutely bloody everywhere.
Normies are incapable of understanding this because they are too brainwashed. And purple-pilled types choose not to accept it because they find it too depressing. But this, I strongly suspect, is the deal - and has been the deal since pretty much the beginning.
It’s the thing that Shakespeare - aka Edward de Vere, Earl of Oxford, or, according to tastes, Francis Bacon - was telling you about when he wrote that ‘All the world’s a stage.’ And also the thing Plato was telling you about when he wrote about his Cave. It’s how the Few rule the Many: by controlling the narrative through the medium of theatre.
Sceptics ask: “But how could it possibly work? How could They practise deception on such a scale?” And they’re so busy trying to reassure themselves of the impossibility of such an arrangement that they fail to notice the evidence before their eyes.
So many of the characters paraded before us by the lying media - whether as politicians or entertainers or influencers or just ‘people in the news’ - are not what they seem to be. Often, if you can dig deep enough into their past, you’ll find that the positioning to get them where they are now began many years ago.
The term for these people is ‘lifetime actors.’ They were born into the milieu of the bloodlines that rule the world through deception - see, for example, all those children from military intelligence backgrounds in the late Sixties US who ended up as famous West Coast scene pop stars, despite being unable to play their instruments - and were groomed from early childhood to play yet-to-be-decided roles on the world’s stage.
Sometimes the lineage of these people is very obvious. RFK Jr, for example, has quite a familiar surname. Sometimes, it’s a bit more oblique. It took lot of us a long time to make the connection, say, that Greta Thunberg is a descendant of one of the earliest progenitors of the climate scam, the Nobel prize winning chemist Svante Arrhenius. And sometimes, most often I suspect, you really wouldn’t have a clue that these people were in any way connected to the Cabal, they just appear to have cropped up completely out of the blue. Neil Ferguson, epidemiologist behind the Foot and Mouth, BSE and Covid scams: I bet you, a pound to a penny, that if you dug deep enough, you’d find that he’d been groomed and positioned years back for the extraordinarily influential and destructive role this apparent nonentity has played in world affairs.
Maybe it helps if we think of these characters as being a bit like sleeper agents. They are put in place in every conceivable position of possible influence - from acting to academe, from business to politics, from the radical left to the hard right - there to await the trigger signal from their controllers which activates the asset.
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March 07, 2025
Who Really Runs The World?
One of the things I didn’t want to discover when I first started venturing down the rabbit hole was that ‘the Jews’ might be responsible for everything bad in the world.
This was partly for cowardice reasons: no one wants to be cancelled and being labelled ‘antisemitic’ is, for some odd reason, the world’s most cancellable offence.
But mainly it was for personal ones: how would my Jewish friends feel if I suddenly decided that they were all part of some sinister conspiracy?
I do hate to play the ‘Some of my best friends are Jewish/black/gay/trans/whatever’ card because I now know it’s part of the Enemy’s trap, designed to lure us into the dangerous and divisive idiocy that there are categories of people out there with protected minority status that ought to earn them special privileges. Nevertheless, it’s an inescapable fact that some of my favourite people from my past - raffish-uncles-by-marriage; generous benefactors; witty, loyal and well loved friends; mentors; adorable podcast guests; etc - do happen to be of a Jewish persuasion and I continue to love them as much as I did and would hate to cause them any upset.
That said, I’m on a mission. Since becoming a ‘conspiracy theorist’ and a fully-fledged Christian almost simultaneously, I have come to realise that the truth is just about the most precious commodity we have. “And the truth shall make you free” said our Lord and, as ever, He was on the money. Truth is pure. Truth is absolute. Truth is divine. Truth does not come with special provisos and get-out-clauses which permit you to shirk it under certain circumstances like, say, that ‘some people might find it offensive’ or ‘some races get a free pass because of historical persecution, so you can’t criticise them even if what you say is true.’
What I’m saying here is that I’ll go wherever the truth takes me, even if it means getting myself into hot water. If, when I eventually get to the bottom of the rabbit hole, I discover a big sign saying: “Yup. It’s the Jews. Sorry”, I’m not going to paint it over lest it get me into trouble or make a few people upset. Nor, though, am I going to join the “It’s the Jews” club unless I find more compelling evidence than I have so far.
My main difficulty with the “It’s the Jews” theory is the timeline. Most of the world’s “Jews” (which is a fake term anyway, probably no older than a 14th century mistranslation of the Vulgate Bible by John Wycliffe) are descended from the pagan khanate of Khazaria which mass converted to Judaism in the 9th or 10th century. I’m not going to suggest that the Khazarians - brigands, name-stealers, into child sacrifice - weren’t horrible, devious people. They’re likely descended from the Edomites whom God found so abominable He wished them to be wiped out of existence. But it still seems to me a bit of a stretch to believe that a bunch of goat-shaggers from what is now Ukraine could, in the space of just a millennium, go on to infiltrate and displace all the ancient power structures that existed prior to their appearance on the scene.
What about the Black Nobility, for example, who can trace their lineage at least as far back as Ancient Rome? Where do the 13 Satanic bloodline families fit in? What about the Grey, Black and White Popes? And whither the Phoenician Navy? Each of these factions has its champions in conspiracy circles - “No! It’s the Jesuits!” is one of the more fashionable arguments - but I don’t believe it’s that simple. Rather I think we need to think of them all as competing crime families united by a common cause - doing evil - and all ultimately answerable to the capo di tutti i capi.
That capo di tutti i capi, as John tells us three times in his gospel, is the devil himself - ‘the prince of this world.’ Non-Christian readers might differ on this one. But to me the Christian explanation makes perfect sense. God has granted the devil temporary permission to rule the world as the price we must pay for free will. If we didn’t have free will, we’d still be prancing naked round the Garden of Eden - which would be lovely, except that we’d be like NPCs in a video game. Now that we’re cast out of Eden, we get to be heroes who decide our own adventure but our path is fraught with temptations designed by the devil to lure us astray, which is what makes doing the right thing more challenging and ultimately more rewarding.
In the end Christ returns and God wins. But the families who run the world - Satan’s minions - prefer to overlook this inconvenient truth and to focus on the more immediate, viz, if you suck up to the current Chief Executive you are given all manner of perks. What the ruling class understands and most Normies don’t understand - despite all the massive clues they were given in the Satanic revelation-of-the-method series Harry Potter - is that magic does actually work. If you perform the right rituals, commit yourself to evil, seeking constantly to thwart God’s will, then Satan and his demonic forces can reward you with all manner of earthly riches. This has been known to the ruling elites since at least the era of Babylon, whence much occult tradition - ‘the Babylonian mystery religions’ - emanates. So far it has worked very well for them, which is why they’ve managed to amass all that intergenerational wealth. And why they are generally so reluctant to marry outside their traditions: they want to keep it all in the family, within the bloodlines.
If you find this sort of thing interesting - and how could you not? - then I highly recommend you check out immediately the podcast I’ve just recorded with Tobias Nuttall. Of course I love all my children equally but I have to admit that this is among my favourite podcast chats because Tobias - despite being Australian and - briefly - a former member of Aleister Crowley’s deeply dodgy Ordo Templi Orientis cult - is very much a man after my own heart: excitable, irreverent, slightly silly but clever really, well read, relentlessly curious, determined to get the bottom of everything even if he ends up being killed trying…
In the course of our meandering conversation, Nuttall provides some useful pointers towards how the system works. These are partly gleaned from an encounter - described in more detail in this Waking World podcast episode - with an upper class Englishman, whom he met hiding out in a remote part of Australia and whom he believes to be connected to one of the Illuminati bloodlines families. Of course, you can never be sure with these inside-the-Illuminati whistleblowing types whether they are for real or whether they are just bullshitting. It’s a bit like Special Forces. For every person you’ve ever met who has actually been in the SAS, there’s another half a dozen who claims to have been but wasn’t.
So how can you be sure what they are telling you is true? Well you can’t. Obviously you can’t. The nature of secret societies, especially the higher up the ladder you go, is that their inner workings tend to remain quite opaque, not least because there are dread penalties for those who spill the beans. But that doesn’t mean that, over the centuries, sufficient information hasn’t leaked out one way or another for us curious non-Illuminati types to have been able to construct a reasonably accurate picture. So when a new person speaks out - like this Illuminati-adjacent Englishman in the Outback - you can set his claims against what you know already and judge accordingly.
The comment from the Illuminati-adjacent Englishman that most struck a chord with me was when he said something to this effect: “If you’re not bloodlines, you’re never going to get anywhere. They’re just not interested in you.” Even if he’s just relaying high-level gossip he heard, I think he’s on the money here. We all know about the nuances of the English class system, with all the various subtle traps laid to catch out the unwary, such as how to pronounce surnames like Cholmondeley, whether you put your milk into your tea first, what kind of dog you own, etc. Americans have their own version. But though these stratified systems are sold to us as pure snobbery I think that this is a handy cover story which conceals something much more sinister. I’m not saying the snobbery isn’t real, and deeply felt, and instinctive: it is. But the reason it has been nurtured and developed over time is because it ingrains in people of the right caste the vital importance of keeping outsiders out.
And why would that be so necessary? Because of the other most revealing thing the Illuminati-adjacent Englishman said: that the old families are mostly practitioners of what they call the “Old Religion”. This is a euphemism for those occult practices dating at least back to Babylon. Officially and publicly these families may identify as Catholics, Mormons, Baptists, Jews or even Atheists. But behind the scenes they observe the same barbaric, pagan rites - up to and including sacrifice of the first born - which God repeatedly rails against in the Old Testament because they are an affront to His creation and because they deify His enemies, led by the fallen, rebel angel Lucifer.
“Oh, by the way, when we have our first child we will of course be expected to sacrifice it to Satan so we can keep the grouse moor/the home in the Hamptons/the shack on Martinique…” is a tough sell to a prospective wife/husband who wasn’t born into the tradition. That’s why these bloodline families prefer to intermingle with other bloodline families where everyone knows the score and where everyone can be relied upon to serve the same master and no one is going to do anything so foolish as squeal about the family secrets.
Obviously some of the families I describe here will have Jewish surnames. But in terms of the world’s Jewish population we’re talking probably less than the richest one per cent of the richest one per cent. I doubt very much that any of the Jews that I know or you know are secretly worshipping Satan. They just happen, in the lottery of life, to have been born to a woman whose mother was also Jewish. They’re no more responsible for what the Evil Rulers of The World do to us than, say, I am just because I happen to have been to university with some of these evil rulers and possibly met them at the occasional house weekend.
Now that I am properly down the rabbit hole I think I have a much better idea of what F Scott Fitzgerald meant when he said that ‘the very rich’ are ‘different from you and me.’ It’s not so much that they have more money than they know what to do with; rather it’s that deadness of the soul which comes from belonging to a caste whose membership requirements include setting yourself in opposition to God. These people can be witty company, generous hosts, even give you the illusion of having a degree of intimacy with them. But there’s a divide between them and you that you're never going to be able to cross, and just occasionally, in their rare unguarded moments you see it.
What it is, you realise, is that they don’t consider you to be fully human. They might appreciate you as an engaging plaything or an amusing conversationalist or an agreeable pheasant-shooting companion or an invaluable source of girlie gossip. But they’ll never view you as an equal because you’re not one of them. You haven’t been through the personality-shattering, ritualised sexual abuse they had to experience as a routine part of their upbringing. You’re not privy to the secrets of the occult which grant them their money and power. You might even have been fooled by all that childish nonsense about Jesus being your saviour and God being the good guy. Again, “JK Rowling” is your guide here. The bloodline families view us a bit like the magical families in Harry Potter view the Muggles: with a superior air of puzzlement, amusement and light disdain.
In some ways, you can’t blame them for thinking as they do. Not only has it been beaten into them, over generations. But also, they only have to look around themselves - at their magnificent homes, their fancy cars, their island retreats - to be reassured that the ‘Old Religion’ is the way to go. In fact, all the evidence has shown over the centuries, it enables them continually to get away with murder.
They are like the ungodly in Psalm 73 who gloat that they can defy God’s will with impunity:
Tush, say they, how should God perceive it?
is there knowledge in the most High?
Spoiler alert. It doesn’t end well for them, according to the psalm.
Oh how suddenly do they consume,
perish, and come to a fearful end!
Couldn’t happen to nicer people…
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The Delingpod@JamesDelingpole
February 26, 2025
Why You Can No Longer Listen to The Dark Side of the Moon
How Pop Music - ALL Pop Music, Even Music By Your Favourite Artistes - Is The Devil's Work
On a recent podcast, my Special Guest Ben Rubindescribed how he could no longer bear to listen to Pink Floyd’s The Dark Side of the Moon. What he now finds untenable are lyrics like “Quiet desperation is the English way” which, with Awake hindsight, he realises is a sly invitation towards existential despair. Here a bestselling album - 45 million copies sold - is being used to programme its audience into that state of apathetic surrender which our Dark Overlords find so beneficial to their controlling agenda.
Obviously, if you are still a Normie, this is going to sound like hogwash. “C’mon. It’s just Roger Waters being Roger Waters. He’s just riffing on Henry David Thoreau’s ‘The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation’. You’re reading too much into this.”
Oh. Am I?
One of my jobs in my twenty-five or so years in the mainstream media was as a music critic. I reviewed hundreds of rock and pop albums, attended many dozens of gigs (including about 15 Glastonbury festivals) and interviewed any number of stars. I shared cocktails at 2am with Jimmy Page in the Beverley Hills Hotel and was so drunk when he agreed to do the interview immediately afterwards that I could barely ask a coherent question. I got abused as a ‘tad journalist’ by Lou Reed. I believed - though perhaps I shouldn’t have - Jon Bon Jovi that the secret of staying faithful to his wife on tour was regular masturbation. I smoked some of Tricky’s predictably excellent weed. I innocently asked Tracy Chapman whether she had a man in her life. (lol). I found Beck away with the fairies. I attended the excruciating premiere of ‘Sir Paul McCartney’s’ Liverpool Oratorio. I pissed off Dave Gilmour by telling him my favourite Floyd album was Atom Heart Mother. I saw REM’s legendary Bingo Hand Job gig. I took Stephen Fry to see EMF play Unbelievable…
But just because I’ve been there, done that, doesn't necessarily mean I had the slightest clue what was going on behind the scenes. In fact I know I didn’t. I was, as most of us are, under a spell. Also, I believed like the reporter in The Man Who Shot Liberty, that ‘When the legend becomes fact, print the legend.’
When you’ve been so deeply immersed in pop culture for so long it becomes hard to quit the addiction. All these heroes - Bowie, Led Zeppelin, Radiohead, Underworld, Eat… - have written the soundtrack to your life. Rejecting them is like discarding parts of yourself, your personal history, some of your most treasured memories. Which is why not just Normies but even many Awake people are so resistant to the notion that, yes, even the music industry is part of the psyop. Indeed not just even the music industry but most especially the music industry. It exists to grab you, sneak under your skin, at the very moments in your life when you are most susceptible: you’ve just broken up with your partner; you’re off your face on drugs; it’s your birthday; you’re bored; you’re cruising down the highway and your brain is wide open. That is why music is so particularly valued by the Dark Overlords. They’re not doing it because they love you, you realise?
Most of us who’ve been down the rabbit hole know this - up to a point. We know how dangerous, evil and manipulative the music industry is. We know what went down at those P-Diddy parties. We know that Lady Gaga is - probably - a bloke. And that so - probably - is Taylor Swift.We’ve probably read Dave Goldman’s Weird Scenes Inside The Canyon, which blew the whistle on the CIA-manufactured origins of the entire Peace & Love West Coast music scene. We might even suspect that Paul is dead…
But still far too many of us supposedly Awake types want to have our cake and eat it. We are afflicted with what I call ‘But Not Kate Bush’ Syndrome. That is, we perfectly well accept that pretty much every star in the musical firmament is a mind-controlled, soul-selling stooge of the beast system. Just not our personal favourite artistes who are magically exempt because their music is so great it couldn’t possibly have been written for them by the Tavistock Institute and because they have such compelling backstories that they must be genuine talents who emerged naturally, rather than having been created by a committee of mind-bending technocrats run by the Illuminati.
I understand this impulse for I too would like to believe that there is nothing weird and sinister and occultist about our Kate. And I’d dearly like to believe the same thing about David Bowie, not least because of the hours I invested of my precious youth getting into him. My brother Dick and I made it one of our projects. Obviously we already liked Ashes to Ashes because it was the top of the charts at the time with that cool video on the beach featuring various New Romantics dressed as nuns and the line we mistakenly thought said ‘I ain’t got no money and I ain’t got no hands’. But we had to work hard on some of the earlier stuff. “Yeah, I really like Life On Mars and Oh You Pretty Things but I’m not such a fan of Quicksand or Bewlay Brothers.” “Don’t worry, you’ll get there. I think Bewlay Brothers is now almost one of my favourites.”
But I think we need to be honest with ourselves, we Awake Bowie fans and judge our hero according to the same rigorous criteria we apply to all the other conspiracies out there. Are we really to believe - honestly? - that the guy who began one of his songs ‘I’m closer to the Golden Dawn/Immersed in Crowley’s uniform” and concluded, gnostically, that ‘Knowledge comes with death’s release’ was one of the goodies?
There’s a reason why we pored over those gnomic lyrics. Because they were meant to be pored over and mulled upon and eventually absorbed into our vulnerable adolescent consciousness. It wasn’t an accident that they messed with our heads and made us feel weird and rebellious and dissatisfied and alienated. That was the whole point.
Same goes for Pink Floyd. I’ve watched so many documentaries about the Floyd, read so many books, listened to so much of their music that of course I can give you the fanboi/muso chapter-and-verse on their early experimental days at the UFO club, the tragic tale of Syd, the miraculous marketing power of their sleeve designers Storm Thorgerson and Aubrey Powell and so on and on through the floating pigs and on to The Dark Side of the Moon which (if you don’t count The Bodyguard soundtrack, which I don’t) is still the world’s biggest selling album after Michael Jackson’s Thriller and AC/DC’s Back in Black. But so what? Given what we know about the music industry how are we to trust a single word of what it tells us about itself? Remember that quotation about printing the ‘legend.'
It’s the stuff They don’t - and won’t - tell you about the music industry that we should focus on, not the stuff They put out in press releases and back-slapping, chin-stroking retrospective documentaries on the Sky Arts channel. Obviously it’s rarely going to be spelled out for you, except in stuff that occasionally slips through the net like the obscure interview where Dylan ruefully describes his pact with the ‘chief commander.’But it’s not as if They don’t offer plenty of clues - because of that Satanic/Luciferian obligation They have to ‘reveal the method’ and to hail the object of their true allegiance.
That Wish You Were Here cover, for example. Designed by Hipgnosis (geddit?). What’s all that about, do you reckon? Well the official narrative, of course, encourages you to focus on the crazy creative genius of Storm Thorgerson, or the difficulty of setting up the shot with the stunt actor in the flame retardant costume. But the real meaning is obvious when you see it, as someone kindly explained to me in the comments on my Substack the other day.
The deal-sealing handshake with the flaming man? Yup. It’s about the same thing Bob Dylan is on about in that interview I mentioned. And the same thing Freddie Mercury is singing about in Queen’s most famous track Bohemian Rhapsody. Sure, Bohemian Rhapsody spent weeks at number one because it’s incredibly catchy with some sublime vocals from Freddie and some great guitar breaks from Dr Poodle Hair Badger Botherer and its air of cod-operatic, kitsch sophistication. But it also got there because that’s what They like to do: to shove their clandestine message right in your face so as to mock you with the obviousness you are yet too stupid to understand.
“Beelzebub has the devil put aside for me.”
Gosh. What can that possibly mean?
We all know that to get a record deal you have to sell your soul. It’s a part of music lore.
But the reason it’s part of music lore is because they want the secret hidden in plain sight. That is, by telling you about the pact with the devil, they want to make the mature, discerning, rational part of your brain to go: “Well of course they don’t mean literally a pact with the devil. It’s just a trope. A metaphor. Goes back to the days of Robert Johnson etc. etc.”
Meanwhile, selling their souls to the devil is exactly and, yes, literally what all successful musicians have done in return for their career and to which they cannot help alluding now and again because, as they often come to appreciate more as they get older - see eg late career Johnny Cash - it’s not necessarily the most edifying or long-term beneficial of exchanges.
Before he was cast out of heaven for leading one third of the angels in rebellion, Lucifer was in charge of music. Or so I’ve heard and it does make sense. It’s no accident that Stairway to Heaven sounds so moreishly addictive. Nor Hotel California. That music was personally supervised by his Satanic majesty, the god of this world, patron of axe maestros from Jimmy Page to Keith Richards, and deliberately, through sundry cunning wiles and much diabolical skill, made so attractive in order to make you want to take more drugs and have more sex with lots of unsuitable partners.
That’s the devil’s job. To entice you towards sin. And he’s really, really good at it. If sin were easy to resist we’d have no trouble resisting it. Unfortunately, sin is very closely aligned with all the things our fleshly bodies find most agreeable and which, by spooky coincidence, pop music tends to celebrate: rhythmically-enhanced hedonism, gluttony, profligacy, druggy abandon, alcohol abuse, degeneracy, rebellion (let’s not forget who the first rebel was…) and, of course, lashings and lashings of sex.
“How could something that feels so good be so wrong?”, people are wont - half tongue-in-cheek - to enquire. But the answer is contained in the question.
So, all those ‘fundamentalist’ Christians we were encouraged to mock were right all along. Pop music is the work of the devil. Once you understand this, everything about the music industry - the characters it promotes, the behaviour it encourages, the effects it has on you - makes so much more sense.
I sometimes used to wonder, for example, why all the music I used to love listening to - and I really did have excellent, recherché taste: In The Aeroplane Over The Sea by Neutral Milk Hotel, that kind of thing - made me sort of happy but never, ever so happy as I would have liked it to have made me. There was always something in it that was slightly off, something that said: “Yes, of course you are enjoying this but you realise the best is over, don’t you?” You get this feeling especially, I find, with my all-time favourite rock band Led Zeppelin. And the reason for this, I suspect, is explained in this superb essay:
https://ursulabielski.substack.com/p/stairway-to-hell-the-spiritual-and
by Ursula Bielski - Stairway to Hell: the Spiritual and Cultural Costs of Led Zeppelin.
Bielski is a Christian, a Catholic more specifically, so is equipped to understand the supernatural warfare being waged against us through songs like Stairway to Heaven which, it appears, may have been dictated to Robert Plant from the spirit realm.
It was 1970, and Jimmy Page was sitting in an old country house with bandmate Robert Plant, a fire flickering in the hearth. A storm rolled in outside, the wind rattling the windows, shadows shifting in the corners. The two musicians had been writing, playing, waiting for something to emerge. And then, without warning, it came.
Robert Plant, in a trance-like state, picked up a pencil and began to write. Words spilled onto the page as if they were being whispered into his ear. He barely remembered thinking them, barely recognized his own hand as it moved.
He pushed the page over to Jimmy. In the flickering light, Page read the words aloud:
"There’s a lady who’s sure all that glitters is gold…"
Later, the two would try to describe how the song—“Stairway to Heaven”--was not composed in the usual way. It was not labored over or refined.
It was received.
The Devil, infamously, cannot create (which is God’s prerogative), all he can do is imitate. I wonder whether perhaps that isn’t the problem I’m trying to identify with the work of Led Zeppelin. It’s a simulation of divine ecstasy, but it’s not the real thing.
There may be other factors at play too, here, one of them being pitch. We discuss this on my podcast with Conspiracy Music Guru, one of several Awake musicians to have noticed that music tuned to 432 Hz has warm, healing qualities whereas the current industry standard of 440 Hz unsettles you. And if you really want to go down the frequency rabbit hole, I commend this eye-opening essay by Agent131711, but read this onefirst. In it, Agent131711 argues that the chord sequences in different music genres are calculated to cause specific ill-health problems in their target audiences. Hip hop is designed to destroy your immune system; rock and country is designed to cause cardiovascular disease and cancer. Apparently. It’s a good read anyway.
Anyway, to return to the point from right at the beginning: yes, I agree with Ben Rubin that there is nothing innocent about albums like Dark Side of the Moon. Anything that is allowed to get that big - same rule applies to movies, books, celebrities - does so with the full approval of our Dark Overlords. And what is good for them is definitely not good for us.
Does that mean, then, that when Roger Waters sat down and wrote that line ‘Quiet desperation is the English way’ he was going ‘Mwahahahaha! This will destroy them, those poor ignorant hippie fools! How little they understand our Satanic masterplan!’? No, of course it doesn’t. Rather I think the creative process here was not dissimilar to the one that went into the composition of Stairway To Heaven. Once artistes have made the Pact - as Waters would certainly have done by this stage of the Floyd’s career - they tap in to a kind of Satanic consciousness. It gives them a creative helping hand (the devil, after all, has all the best tunes) but at the same time it exerts a slily corrupting influence and steers the product in a particular direction.
It’s what people don’t understand about conspiracies. The line you’ll often hear expressed by Normies is: “But look, people just aren’t that competent. No one could ever arrange a conspiracy on such a scale.” And they’re right, up to a point. No one human could…
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