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UNREAL REALITY

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ITHE CIA CULTURAL WARf you are watching television on this planet, you are witnessing an “artificial reality”, contrived and controlled by the CIA and other agencies whose only purpose is manipulation and control of your personal universe, and the physical universe.
A top German Journalist and Editor Dr. Udo Ulfkatte has admitted that the entire mainstream media is false information. He talked about how the CIA gets control over all of the major journalists.  If you would like to understand the details of when and how the control of media is done, read the well documented book,  “THE CULTURAL COLD WAR: THE CIA AND THE WORLD OF ARTS AND LETTERS” by Frances Stonor Saunders, which documents in intricate detail the secret operation of the CIA, since 1945, to manipulate the artists, the intellectual community, the entertainment industry, and mainstream media to create a “false facade” of mind-control mis-information and dis-information to serve the Rothschild Banks and their servants, the Military / Industrial / Congressional Complex.  However, there is a simple remedy to this affliction, as an immortal spiritual being:  unplug the TV, remember who you really are, and create your own universe!

Also read the book ALIEN INTERVIEW, to discover who is “behind the curtain” on this planet, and why.

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CRICKET CHOIR

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If you do not already appreciate the marvel of biological engineering found in life forms on Earth, and the inherent “harmony” of the physical universe, this sound recording may give you an new perspective.

Crickets have a short life span compared to humans.  A composer by the name of Jim Wilson recorded the sound of crickets and then slowed down the recording to the relative equivalent of the human lifespan.  The crickets sound like they are singing the most beautiful chorus of a human voice choir, in perfect harmony.  Though you may think it is human voices, everything you hear in this recording is in-fact crickets themselves!

 

 This recording contains two tracks played at the same time: The first is the natural sound of crickets played at regular speed while the second is the slowed down version of crickets’ voices.

Read more http://www.trueactivist.com/gab_gallery/someone-recorded-crickets-then-slowed-down-the-track-and-it-sounds-like-people-singing/

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WHISTLIN’ PAST THE GRAVEYARD

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Whistling Past The Graveyard, by Tom Waits. (Covered by Screamin’ Jay Hawkins)

“Well I come in on a night train
with an arm full of box cars
on the wings of a magpie
cross a hooligan night
and I busted up a chifforobe
way out by the cocomo
cooked up a mess a mulligan
and got into a fight.

Whistlin’ past the graveyard
steppin’ on a crack
i’m a mean motherhubbard
papa one eyes jack.

You probably seen me sleepin’
out by the railroad tracks
go on and ask the prince of darkness
what about all thet smoke
come from the stack
sometimes I kill myself a jackel
suck out all the blood
steal myself a stationwagon
drivin’ through the mud
whistlin’ past the graveyard
steppin’ on a crack
I’m mean motherhubbard
papa one-eyed jack.

I know you seen my headlights
and the honkin’ of my horn
I’m callin’ out my bloodhounds
chase the devil through the corn
last night I chugged the mississippi
now that suckers dry as a bone
born in a taxi cab
I’m never comin’ home

whistlin’ past the graveyard
steppin’ on a crack
I’m mean motherhubbard
papa one eyed jack

myeyes have seen the glory
of the drainin’ og the ditch
Ionly come to baton rouge
to find myself a witch
I’m-mona snatch me up a
couple of em every time itrains
you see a locomotive
probably thinkin’ its a train

whistlin’ past the graveyard
steppin’ on a crack
I’m a mean motherhubbard
papa one eyed jack.

what you think is the sunshine
is just a twinkle in my eye
that ring around my fingers
just the 4th of july
when I get a little bit lonesome
and a tear falls from my check
theres gonna be an ocean in
the middle of the week.

whistlin’ past the graveyard
steppin’ on a crack
i’m mean motherhubbard
papa one eyed jack

I rode into town on a night train
with an arm full of box cars
on the wings of a magpie
cross a hooligan night
i’m-ona tear me off a rainbow
and wear it for a tie
I never told the truth
so I can never tell a lie

whistlin’ past the graveyard
steppin’ on a crack
I’m mean motherhubbard
papa one eyed jack.