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SENTIENTS BEING

“Every sentient being is an immortal spiritual being.”

~ from the book, Alien Interview ~Image:  https://500px.com/katerina_plotnikova

HISTORY OF USURY

USURY:  the lending of money with an interest charge for its use; especially :  the lending of money at exorbitant interest rates

I am a student of history. I am not a Christian or Jew or

Democrat or Socialist or proponent of any other cult of power. However, this two part interview with Dr. Eugene Michael Jones is a very informative expose of the battle for domination over the minds, bodies, resources of Earth and spirit of humanity.  Men are men.  Financial usury, political power and coercion of every kind are the everyday routine of psychopathic “rulers”.  Religion AND politics are justification for debauchery, murder AND usury.  This is a good reason to study this information.

Eugene Michael Jones (born May 4, 1948) is a writer, former professor, media commentator and the current editor of Culture Wars magazine (formerly Fidelity Magazine).  He was born in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania and was raised in the Roman Catholic Church, but he lost interest in it in early adulthood. He became involved in the counterculture of the 1960s. He found little satisfaction after leaving his faith and eventually returned to it after reading The Seven Storey Mountain by Thomas Merton. Jones then obtained his Ph.D. from Temple University.

Jones’s work has primarily been concerned with the relationship between the Catholic Church and secular culture as well as the sexual revolution and the wider cultural effects of the Second Vatican Council. Later work has focused on the historical friction between the Catholic Church and Jews.

In recent years, Jones has focused on and has written numerous articles examining usury and wider economic issues. He wrote a book entitled Barren Metal: a History of Capitalism as the Conflict between Labor and Usury.

WINE LOVE SONG

Wine and love are fine, but, like bodies, reveal no truth beyond death. ~ LRS

CREATING LIFE FROM MATTER

Metropolis is a 1927 German expressionist epic science fiction drama film directed by Fritz Lang. The film was written by Lang and his wife Thea von Harbou, and starred Brigitte Helm, Gustav Fröhlich, Alfred Abel and Rudolf Klein-Rogge. A silent film, it was produced by Erich Pommer in the Babelsberg Studios by Universum Film A.G.. It is regarded as a pioneering work of science fiction genre in movies, being among the first feature length movies of the genre.

Made in Germany during the Weimar Period, Metropolis is set in a futuristic urban dystopia, and follows the attempts of Freder, the wealthy son of the city’s ruler, and Maria, a poor worker, to overcome the vast gulf separating the classes of their city. Metropolis was filmed in 1925, at a cost of approximately five million Reichsmarks, making it the most expensive film ever released up to that point.

In this film, the mad inventor Rotwang kidnaps the heroine, Maria.  You see he’s created a robot to be a replacement for a woman he loved.  But it needs a soul!  So when the need to get Maria out of the way in the general run of the plot presents itself, he imprints the image of Maria onto his Robot. The lady is in a confined little bed-thing with a big steel helmet on her head with wires coming out.  Rotwang throws switches and levers.  Chemicals boil, electricity flies, the robot on her throne is surrounded by energy and suddenly changes into the image of Maria.  Though when she opens her emotionless eyes, they seem to glow with an inner light.  IT’S ALIVE!

 This revolutionary film addresses the subject of animating inanimate organisms.  Biological engineering and animation of bodies by spiritual beings is thoroughly discussed in the book ALIEN INTERVIEW:

“How else can you explain the source of spiritual animation which defines every living creature? To say it is the work of “god”, is far too broad. Every IS-BE has many names and faces in many times and places. Every IS-BE is a god. When they inhabit a physical object they are the source of Life.”

Metropolis (short synopsis of the film)

Sometime in the future. Johann Fredersen is mastermind of Metropolis, a gigantic high-tech city, under whose surface masses of workers lead an archaic slave existence. His son, Freder, is witness to the inhumane working conditions and rebels against his despotic father, discovering a spiritual community in the catacombs of the city: Maria, a young woman, preaches the virtues of love and reconciliation. But Fredersen discovers Maria as well and conjures up a sinister plan. He commissions the scientist Rotwang to develop a robot form of Maria, which he will use to gain influence over the workers. The plan works, but Freder and Maria are able to hinder the catastrophe in the last minute. The mass hysteria turns and directs its rage toward the robot Maria, who is burned at the stake. Freder and Maria form a new brotherly community among the classes – Fredersen offers his hand in reconciliation, true to the motto of the film: “the mediator between the hand and the brain must be the heart”.

I Know You Love Me — Now Let Me Die

Dr. Louis M. Profeta is an emergency physician practicing in Indianapolis. He is the author of the critically acclaimed book,  The Patient in Room Nine Says He’s God .

“In the old days, she would be propped up on a comfy pillow, in fresh cleaned sheets under the corner window where she would in days gone past watch her children play. Soup would boil on the stove just in case she felt like a sip or two. Perhaps the radio softly played Al Jolson or Glenn Miller, flowers sat on the nightstand, and family quietly came and went. These were her last days. Spent with familiar sounds, in a familiar room, with familiar smells that gave her a final chance to summon memories that will help carry her away. She might have offered a hint of a smile or a soft squeeze of the hand but it was all right if she didn’t. She lost her own words to tell us that it’s OK to just let her die, but she trusted us to be her voice and we took that trust to heart.

You see, that’s how she used to die. We saw our elderly different then.

We could still look at her face and deep into her eyes and see the shadows of a soft, clean, vibrantly innocent child playing on a porch somewhere in the Midwest during the 1920s perhaps. A small rag doll dances and flays as she clutches it in her hand. She laughs with her barefoot brother, who is clad in overalls, as he chases her around the yard with a grasshopper on his finger. She screams and giggles. Her father watches from the porch in a wooden rocker, laughing while mom gently scolds her brother.

We could see her taking a ride for the first time in an automobile, a small pickup with wooden panels driven by a young man with wavy curls. He smiles gently at her while she sits staring at the road ahead; a fleeting wisp of a smile gives her away. Her hands are folded in her lap, clutching a small beaded purse.

We could see her standing in a small church. She is dressed in white cotton, holding hands with the young man, and saying, “I do.” Her mom watches with tearful eyes. Her dad has since passed. Her new husband lifts her across the threshold, holding her tight. He promises to love and care for her forever. Her life is enriched and happy.

We could see her cradling her infant, cooking breakfast, hanging sheets, loving her family, sending her husband off to war, and her child to school.

We could see her welcoming her husband back from battle with a hug that lasts the rest of his life. She buries him on a Saturday under an elm, next to her father. She marries off her child and spends her later years volunteering at church functions before her mind starts to fade and the years take their toll and God says:

“It’s time to come home.”

This is how we used to see her before we became blinded by the endless tones of monitors and whirrs of machines, buzzers, buttons and tubes that can add five years to a shell of a body that was entrusted to us and should have been allowed to pass quietly propped up in a corner room, under a window, scents of homemade soup in case she wanted a sip.

You see now we can breathe for her, eat for her and even pee for her. Once you have those three things covered she can, instead of being gently cradled under that corner window, be placed in a nursing home and penned in cage of bed rails and soft restraints meant to “keep her safe.”

She can be fed a steady diet of Ensure through a tube directly into her stomach and she can be kept alive until her limbs contract and her skin thins so much that a simple bump into that bed rail can literally open her up until her exposed tendons are staring into the eyes of an eager medical student looking for a chance to sew. She can be kept alive until her bladder is chronically infected, until antibiotic resistant diarrhea flows and pools in her diaper so much that it erodes her buttocks. The fat padding around her tailbone and hips are consumed and ulcers open up exposing the underlying bone, which now becomes ripe for infection.

We now are in a time of medicine where we will take that small child running through the yard, being chased by her brother with a grasshopper on his finger, and imprison her in a shell that does not come close to radiating the life of what she once had. We stopped seeing her, not intentionally perhaps, but we stopped.

This is not meant as a condemnation of the family of these patients or to question their love or motives, but it is meant be an indictment of a system that now herds these families down dead-end roads and prods them into believing that this is the new norm and that somehow the old ways were the wrong ways and this is how we show our love.

A day does not go by where my partners don’t look at each other and say, “How do we stop this madness? How do we get people to let their loved ones die?”

I’ve been practicing emergency medicine for close to a quarter of a century now and I’ve cared for countless thousands of elderly patients. I, like many of my colleagues, have come to realize that while we are developing more and more ways to extend life, we have also provided water and nutrients to a forest of unrealistic expectations that have real-time consequences for those frail bodies that have been entrusted to us.

This transition to doing more and more did not just happen on a specific day in some month of some year. Our end-of-life psyche has slowly devolved and shifted and a few generations have passed since the onset of the Industrial Revolution of medicine. Now we are trapped. We have accumulated so many options, drugs, stents, tubes, FDA-approved snake oils and procedures that there is no way we can throw a blanket over all our elderly and come to a consensus as to what constitutes inappropriate and excessive care. We cannot separate out those things meant to simply prolong life from those meant to prolong quality life.

Nearly 50 percent of the elderly US population now die in nursing homes or hospitals. When they do finally pass, they are often surrounded by teams of us doctors and nurses, medical students, respiratory therapists and countless other

health care providers pounding on their chests, breaking their ribs, burrowing large IV lines into burned-out veins and plunging tubes into swollen and bleeding airways. We never say much as we frantically try to save the life we know we can’t save or perhaps silently hope we don’t save. When it’s finally over and the last heart beat blips across the screen and we survey the clutter of bloody gloves, wrappers, masks and needles that now litter the room, you may catch a glimpse as we bow our heads in shame, fearful perhaps that someday we may have to stand in front of God as he looks down upon us and says, “what in the hell were you thinking?”

When it comes time for us to be called home, those of us in the know will pray that when we gaze down upon our last breath we will be grateful that our own doctors and families chose to do what they should instead of what they could and with that we will close our eyes to familiar sounds in a familiar room, a fleeting smile and a final soft squeeze of a familiar hand.”

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CHEMTRAILS: WHO IS SPRAYING US AND WHY?

World War III and global depopulation have already started.  The war is not in the Middle East.  The war is in THE SKY OF EVERY CONTINENT on Earth.  Watch this video and learn how you and the Earth are being murdered.

GENGHIS KHAN: HISTORY REVISED

“The Mongol army led by Genghis Khan subjugated more lands and people in twenty-five years than the Romans did in four hundred. In nearly every country the Mongols conquered, they brought an unprecedented rise in cultural communication, expanded trade, and a blossoming of civilization. Vastly more progressive than his European or Asian counterparts, Genghis Khan abolished torture, granted universal religious freedom, and smashed feudal systems of aristocratic privilege. From the story of his rise through the tribal culture to the explosion of civilization that the Mongol Empire unleashed, this brilliant work of revisionist history is nothing less than the epic story of how the modern world was made.” – (publisher’s note)

I found this book to be a highly illuminating examination of the actions and influences Mongolian conquest and civilizing influences of Genghis Khan during his brilliant administration of the largest empire ever established on Earth.  In the West almost nothing is known about Genghis Khan and the civilization he and his family built.  He has been villainized and marginalized through misinformation and disinformation of western “scholars” who serve the vested interests of European church and state to defend and protect their power and control.  This book is a marvelously well written revisionist history of the Khan Dynasty based on recent scholarship with access to the previously forbidden materials from China and Mongolia.    – LRS

BRAINWASHING AN INFANT

“Earth started being used as a dumping ground and prison for IS-BEs who were judged “untouchable”, meaning criminal or non-conformists.  IS-BEs were captured, encapsulated in electronic traps and transported to Earth from various parts of the “Old Empire”. 

“…electronic monitoring points create force screens designed to detect and capture IS-BEs, when the IS-BE departs the body at death.  IS-BEs are brainwashed using extreme electronic force in order to maintain Earth’s population in state of perpetual amnesia.  Further population controls are installed through the use of long range electronic thought control mechanisms.”

— Excerpt from the book Alien Interview

ETERNAL NOW AHEAD