Tuesday, 10 September 2024

ENTERING THE RABBIT HOLE

Transitioning from normie to conspiracy theorist

 

When asked what started me off down the conspiracy rabbit hole I struggle to know where to begin. Like most people who were aware that most of what we are being told is a giant work of fiction well before the covidhoax, it wasn't one specific event, but a gradual series of penny dropping moments that took me to the point I'm at now of believing that pretty much everything in both the mainstream and it's supposed antithesis, the truther movement, is at least half fake.

Even that may be overlooking the fact that to some extent I seem to have always been a a bit of conspiracy theorist and was possibly born that way. I certainly had issues with school and authority figures from a very young age, and was fairly up to speed with vaccines being a scam by the time I was 14 and refused to have one. Unfortunately I had already received about five jabs in total up until the age of 10 that I wish I could also have avoided.


It's a mystery to me why some people are so resistant to learning that everything they have been told is a lie. I'm drawn to finding out that sort of stuff like a duck to water, and while my initial reaction to anything new tends to be skeptical, I can usually be found online trying to to dig up more information about it within hours.

In the 90's I was co-owner of a cycle shop, which was the perfect business for an ex cycle courier and bike mechanic who was obsessed with bike racing. My first trip into a rabbit hole was finding out just how much drug use there was in cycle racing.


Even at a local level, racing cyclists were always looking for anything that could give them an advantage, and in Wellington at that time the trendy performance enhancer was the stimulant ephedrine. Not quite EPO level doping but it actually is pretty grunty stuff.

I only tried using ephedrine once and felt superhuman for a few hours before having a physical meltdown and feeling ill for weeks. It certainly wasn't for me, but I learned a couple of things from that experiment. 


A person on the right drugs is going to annihilate any clean competition, and if even local amateur riders in New Zealand were on the juice, then there was no way most of the pro riders in Europe would be riding clean. But for me the side effects were nasty, and it got me wondering about alternative natural supplements.

My next step down the rabbit hole was getting an internet connection and a decent computer in 1997. But by then I was completely burned out from all the cycling and overworking I'd done and by 1998 I was having increasingly frequent headaches and dizzy spells, as well as being constantly exhausted.

So I ended up spending more and more time on the computer researching things on the internet. Although that was over 25 years ago, back then there was already a lot of really interesting stuff online and in some ways the underground information was easier to find then than it is now. 

 

There is even a theory that the entire internet is being gradually replaced by AI and while I wouldn't go as far as to say that process is complete just yet, certainly a look at the hits or the comments on YouTube, or the history of traffic on my old www.frot.co.nz blog, indicates that since around 2016 the entire internet has become increasingly fake.

These days a lot of good underground information does still remain, and some of the old sites I was reading in the 90's are still online, with some even looking exactly the same. Whale is a good example. But while it's hard to remove information from the internet, it's easy to bury it, especially using AI, and now a lot of the most revealing information has been buried under 20 years of globalist misinformation.



The combination of searching for information about performance drugs and natural alternatives, along with researching health and diet led to me finding out more about the corrupt medical system. 

 
There was a huge doping scandal in the 1998 Tour de France called the Festina Affair which blew doping in pro cycling wide open and seemed to lead me ever further down a bunch of rabbit holes.


By the time Lance Armstrong won his first Tour de France in 1999 I was up to speed and knew that he only won due to his better use of doping programs, rather than because he was a better rider. But even so it still took several years for it to dawn on me that his story of having survived cancer was fake as well.

Oddly the other thing that really caught my attention back then was reading an article in 1999 about the Oklahoma bombing which had taken place in 1995. That was the first time I'd seen a false flag event exposed, and the penny really dropped. It was like a scene from  "They Live" and from that point on I had a pair of the special sunglasses.

And that's what I mean about things coming together - when the Oklahoma bombing had taken place just four years earlier I had accepted the official story like nearly everyone else. In 1995 I was a "normie", but by 1999 I was a "conspiracy theorist". And it was learning about that particular deep state false flag that enabled me to later see the 911 false flag for what it was within a day of it happening.


I didn't always get the full extent of the deceptions straight away though. In 1999 a movie called The Matrix came out, and I remember seeing it at the cinema for the first time, and watching it enthralled, thinking it was a brilliant analogy that was exposing the deep state, because at that point I had no idea that it was yet another trick. I still think it's a great movie, but it took me nearly 20 years to even begin to understand how they were playing us "truthers" with that movie.

 The follow up Matrix movies seemed to try and undermine many of the insights from the original movie, and the Wachowski "brothers" later both transitioned and also went on to reveal many of their their true colours with the deviant TV series Sense8.

But to me all of this stuff was only like watching a movie and it didn't really get personal until 2002. At that point I finally had an MRI scan done and found why I had headaches and was going deaf in one ear, starting to lose the sight in one eye, and had no balance at all if I closed my eyes. It turned out I had a 3.4cm benign brain tumour.


At that point it became clear to me that the doctors I'd been seeing really had no idea what they were doing, because it took them nearly three years to stop saying I had ear infection and get an MRI booked. I found out years later that even after seeing the scans, the specialists had misdiagnosed the tumour, calling it an acoustic neuroma, which it wasn't.
 

After seeing the scans, the specialist doctors then told me if I didn't have brain surgery immediately I'd be dead within six months. But it all worked out for the best really because by that stage I not only had no faith in the medical system, I had come to actively mistrust it, so I told those doctors where to stick their treatment options without hesitation, which probably saved my life. 


In 2019, so 17 years on, I had another MRI scan done which showed that not only had the tumour not grown, it had reduced slightly to 3cm, so essentially it's a nearly golf ball sized lump that has been sitting in the middle of the brain for about 1/4 of a century. Even so, at that point specialists told me again that I needed surgery urgently. So while I had learned a lot, they were still stuck on the same page.


Having the incentive of needing to find out how to stop the growth of a brain tumour was the kick start I really needed to start properly going down more rabbit holes, starting with researching diet & nutrition which lead me to the Weston A Price Foundation and the Raw Milk Movement.
 

It also led to learning more about natural therapies and supplements, and when many of these things were hard to obtain in New Zealand, to setting up a supplement business called Nature Foods, and also starting a local WAPF chapter

Two years after finding out I had a brain tumour I met a woman who had been diagnosed with a very similar tumour around the same time as me. She did what she was told and had the surgery, and to be honest she was so messed up from the surgery that I was horrified. At what point would you rather be dead than another medical victim in the clutches of the sickness industry?


The medical system is one of the worst conspiracies of the lot, and I think we all need to be ready to stand strong against them, because when push comes to shove they will use the "you will die if you don't do what we say" tactic every time. 


They always use fear as a psychological weapon, as they later did with the covid hoax, and when you are at your weakest they circle like vultures. That realisation around 20 years ago was probably the point when I first understood that I was totally into the rabbit hole. Show no fear and the vultures will back off.




Monday, 9 September 2024

WHY DID ALL RAP MUSIC SUDDENLY TURN TO SHIT IN 91?

 

It’s hard to believe now, but back in the 80’s there were several really good rap albums. My own favourite is “Paul’s Boutique” by the Beastie Boys from 1989

Before you say Jews can’t rap (although that is usually pretty accurate), check this out:

The last good rap album I ever heard was “Traction” (1994) by New Zealand band Supergroove.

And before you say Kiwis can’t rap check this out:

I’ve long wondered why rap music turned to shit a full 10 years before all other music turned to shit.

And then I read this and everything made sense.

I have no idea who the guy was who wrote this, but that is the point really – if anyone knew who he was he probably would have been suicided…

Yeah, this does all sound like it could be true to me:

“After more than 20 years, I’ve finally decided to tell the world what I witnessed in 1991, which I believe was one of the biggest turning point in popular music, and ultimately American society.

I have struggled for a long time weighing the pros and cons of making this story public as I was reluctant to implicate the individuals who were present that day.

So I’ve simply decided to leave out names and all the details that may risk my personal well being and that of those who were, like me, dragged into something they weren’t ready for.

Between the late 80’s and early 90’s, I was what you may call a “decision maker” with one of the more established company in the music industry. I came from Europe in the early 80’s and quickly established myself in the business. The industry was different back then.

Since technology and media weren’t accessible to people like they are today, the industry had more control over the public and had the means to influence them anyway it wanted.

This may explain why in early 1991, I was invited to attend a closed door meeting with a small group of music business insiders to discuss rap music’s new direction. Little did I know that we would be asked to participate in one of the most unethical and destructive business practice I’ve ever seen.

The meeting was held at a private residence on the outskirts of Los Angeles. I remember about 25 to 30 people being there, most of them familiar faces.

Speaking to those I knew, we joked about the theme of the meeting as many of us did not care for rap music and failed to see the purpose of being invited to a private gathering to discuss its future.

Among the attendees was a small group of unfamiliar faces who stayed to themselves and made no attempt to socialize beyond their circle. Based on their behavior and formal appearances, they didn’t seem to be in our industry.

Our casual chatter was interrupted when we were asked to sign a confidentiality agreement preventing us from publicly discussing the information presented during the meeting. Needless to say, this intrigued and in some cases disturbed many of us.

The agreement was only a page long but very clear on the matter and consequences which stated that violating the terms would result in job termination. We asked several people what this meeting was about and the reason for such secrecy but couldn’t find anyone who had answers for us.

A few people refused to sign and walked out. No one stopped them. I was tempted to follow but curiosity got the best of me. A man who was part of the “unfamiliar” group collected the agreements from us.

Quickly after the meeting began, one of my industry colleagues (who shall remain nameless like everyone else) thanked us for attending. He then gave the floor to a man who only introduced himself by first name and gave no further details about his personal background.

I think he was the owner of the residence but it was never confirmed. He briefly praised all of us for the success we had achieved in our industry and congratulated us for being selected as part of this small group of “decision makers”.

At this point I begin to feel slightly uncomfortable at the strangeness of this gathering. The subject quickly changed as the speaker went on to tell us that the respective companies we represented had invested in a very profitable industry which could become even more rewarding with our active involvement.

He explained that the companies we work for had invested millions into the building of privately owned prisons and that our positions of influence in the music industry would actually impact the profitability of these investments.

I remember many of us in the group immediately looking at each other in confusion. At the time, I didn’t know what a private prison was but I wasn’t the only one. Sure enough, someone asked what these prisons were and what any of this had to do with us.

We were told that these prisons were built by privately owned companies who received funding from the government based on the number of inmates. The more inmates, the more money the government would pay these prisons. It was also made clear to us that since these prisons are privately owned, as they become publicly traded, we’d be able to buy shares.

Most of us were taken back by this. Again, a couple of people asked what this had to do with us. At this point, my industry colleague who had first opened the meeting took the floor again and answered our questions. He told us that since our employers had become silent investors in this prison business, it was now in their interest to make sure that these prisons remained filled.

Our job would be to help make this happen by marketing music which promotes criminal behavior, rap being the music of choice. He assured us that this would be a great situation for us because rap music was becoming an increasingly profitable market for our companies, and as employee, we’d also be able to buy personal stocks in these prisons.

Immediately, silence came over the room. You could have heard a pin drop. I remember looking around to make sure I wasn’t dreaming and saw half of the people with dropped jaws.

My daze was interrupted when someone shouted, “Is this a fucking joke?”

At this point things became chaotic.

Two of the men who were part of the “unfamiliar” group grabbed the man who shouted out and attempted to remove him from the house. A few of us, myself included, tried to intervene. One of them pulled out a gun and we all backed off. They separated us from the crowd and all four of us were escorted outside.

My industry colleague who had opened the meeting earlier hurried out to meet us and reminded us that we had signed agreement and would suffer the consequences of speaking about this publicly or even with those who attended the meeting.

I asked him why he was involved with something this corrupt and he replied that it was bigger than the music business and nothing we’d want to challenge without risking consequences.

We all protested and as he walked back into the house I remember word for word the last thing he said, “It’s out of my hands now. Remember you signed an agreement.” He then closed the door behind him. The men rushed us to our cars and actually watched until we drove off.

A million things were going through my mind as I drove away and I eventually decided to pull over and park on a side street in order to collect my thoughts. I replayed everything in my mind repeatedly and it all seemed very surreal to me. I was angry with myself for not having taken a more active role in questioning what had been presented to us.

I’d like to believe the shock of it all is what suspended my better nature. After what seemed like an eternity, I was able to calm myself enough to make it home. I didn’t talk or call anyone that night. The next day back at the office, I was visibly out of it but blamed it on being under the weather.

No one else in my department had been invited to the meeting and I felt a sense of guilt for not being able to share what I had witnessed. I thought about contacting the 3 others who wear kicked out of the house but I didn’t remember their names and thought that tracking them down would probably bring unwanted attention.

I considered speaking out publicly at the risk of losing my job but I realized I’d probably be jeopardizing more than my job and I wasn’t willing to risk anything happening to my family.

I thought about those men with guns and wondered who they were? I had been told that this was bigger than the music business and all I could do was let my imagination run free. There were no answers and no one to talk to.

I tried to do a little bit of research on private prisons but didn’t uncover anything about the music business’ involvement. However, the information I did find confirmed how dangerous this prison business really was. Days turned into weeks and weeks into months.

Eventually, it was as if the meeting had never taken place. It all seemed surreal. I became more reclusive and stopped going to any industry events unless professionally obligated to do so. On two occasions, I found myself attending the same function as my former colleague. Both times, our eyes met but nothing more was exchanged.

As the months passed, rap music had definitely changed direction. I was never a fan of it but even I could tell the difference. Rap acts that talked about politics or harmless fun were quickly fading away as gangster rap started dominating the airwaves.

Only a few months had passed since the meeting but I suspect that the ideas presented that day had been successfully implemented. It was as if the order has been given to all major label executives. The music was climbing the charts and most companies when more than happy to capitalize on it.

Each one was churning out their very own gangster rap acts on an assembly line. Everyone bought into it, consumers included. Violence and drug use became a central theme in most rap music.

I spoke to a few of my peers in the industry to get their opinions on the new trend but was told repeatedly that it was all about supply and demand. Sadly many of them even expressed that the music reinforced their prejudice of minorities.

I officially quit the music business in 1993 but my heart had already left months before. I broke ties with the majority of my peers and removed myself from this thing I had once loved. I took some time off, returned to Europe for a few years, settled out of state, and lived a “quiet” life away from the world of entertainment.

As the years passed, I managed to keep my secret, fearful of sharing it with the wrong person but also a little ashamed of not having had the balls to blow the whistle. But as rap got worse, my guilt grew.

Fortunately, in the late 90’s, having the internet as a resource which wasn’t at my disposal in the early days made it easier for me to investigate what is now labeled the prison industrial complex.

Now that I have a greater understanding of how private prisons operate, things make much more sense than they ever have. I see how the criminalization of rap music played a big part in promoting racial stereotypes and misguided so many impressionable young minds into adopting these glorified criminal behaviors which often lead to incarceration.

Twenty years of guilt is a heavy load to carry but the least I can do now is to share my story, hoping that fans of rap music realize how they’ve been used for the past 2 decades. Although I plan on remaining anonymous for obvious reasons, my goal now is to get this information out to as many people as possible.

Please help me spread the word. Hopefully, others who attended the meeting back in 1991 will be inspired by this and tell their own stories. Most importantly, if only one life has been touched by my story, I pray it makes the weight of my guilt a little more tolerable”


Want to see this bullshit actually starting out back in 91? – Ice T – Original Gangster

Now watch his moronic video and say this isn’t part of a zionist control plan:

And read the comments underneath and say it didn’t inspire some retards to get their sorry arses straight into a prison!

Share this about a bit – I suspect that was the authors intention

http://humansarefree.com/2014/10/the-secret-meeting-that-changed-rap.html


SO HOW MORONIC WERE ICE T’s LYRICS? – just try this utter crap for size:

SOME RANDOM EXTRAS

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A tricky question is how much of rap is done from within and how much from above? I think all popular music is being done from above, and modern musicians are too talentless to write any of it themselves, but there are lots of agendas – transgender and satanism being big ones at the moment…

These two tranny freaks are quite a story – Start with swapping their sexes over and then throw in some satanic shit..