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SHINE ON YOU CRAZY DIAMOND

When a narcissist launches a smear campaign, it’s usually because the person they’re targeting shines in ways the narcissist can’t. Compassion, emotional intelligence, kindness, integrity—these qualities are like sunlight to a vampire. Narcissists can’t stand them because those qualities expose everything the narcissist lacks. It’s demonic. There’s no other word that fully captures the chilling mindset of someone who wants to crush others not for doing harm, but for being good. The idea that they’d rather poison people’s minds against a good-hearted, trustworthy person than risk being seen as inadequate... that’s a terrifying kind of insecurity. -- Ryan Daigler Serial killers also just want to shine.

Yawn Christian Smut

"I most sincerely wish Ann was telling the truth. But everything from the quote from Liminalist podcast to her love of "Mr. Midnight Rambler" (Mick Jagger) militates against this self-defense. Not sure what would be worse. Pushing smut because she likes it or because it's popular." There are people too detached from reality and immersed in "religious" narcissism that they cant be reached through normal channels, or human discourse. They're so determined to attack their target they keep firing off into space. The truth is, Camille's small minded obsessive and repetitive carping arw probably signs of a personality disorder. Nothing can deter her from her appointed rounds. Jesus would advise her to quit throwing stones and just get a life. The simple truth is: everyone in the 60s was mind controlled. The rock stars and fashionistas, their fans, their girlfriends, their rivals, their enemies and even the Jesus freaks who followed in their wake. ...

Why dont you Montauk?

The Stones started their second North American tour in Montreal in 1965. Mick came to our house the day of the first concert April 23 at my mother's invitation. I had just turned 14. It was Easter Vacation. He was wearing a brown corduroy jacket and was very neat and polite. My mother said why dont you go down into the basement to talk? We went downstairs. He stood by the door to the garage. I was leaning against the ping-pong table opposite the piano. He said.......I said.......... Then everything went blank for 50 years. Montreal had been the jazz capital of Canada but it was not the place for the Stones to explode into the band they would become. There was too much anti British sentiment in Quebec. But the London-based Tavistock Institute was the brains behind McGill's MKULTRA program and they promoted rock and roll as mass mind control. The Stones needed to escape that stifling architecture. They did it by taking rock and roll to a whole new level of Dionysian specta...

CRINGE ALONG WITH CHRIST

Here's an email Camille actually bothered to send to Mark Devlin in March 2023, likely at the urging of MucKUltraGirl Eileen Atkin. For some unknown reason, he never invited either of them on his show. **** Dear Mark Devlin, I have enjoyed your work in the past (especially the Paul is Dead material), and I'm an online friend of Matt Sergio. Matt & I started corresponding a few years ago because of a post I made on the Facebook Laurel Canyon page about Jane Asher & Indica Bookstore. I went to the same school in London that she did with her sister Clare, and I have met Peter and Jane as well. My father, William Russo, was a Jazz composer in London and I went to live with him in pre-Beatlemania London (1963-4). Which was a coincidence because my step-father, Maurice Lathouwers, Sr. (aka Mauri Lathower) was, at the time, working for Capitol Records in the States. He eventually became VP of A&R in LA working *with* the Beatles & in particular with Pau...

This is a private blog

This is where I do my thinking out loud. It has nothing to do with the London music scene. Or Chicago blues. Or Camille's dad whom I had never heard of until recently. It is entirely about my life growing up in the shadow of the Allan Memorial Institute in Montreal in the 1950s, 60s and 70s. And meeting Leonard Cohen in 1977, after a failed trip to New York to meet Mick Jagger. And slowly learning the inner workings of the mind control program that operates inside the entertainment world, by living next door to one of its most famous operatives, a master hypnotist, assassin and MK programmer. And how all this ties together with the alleged Zionist plan to engineer a "Holocaust of the Gentiles" in our lifetime. And how this needs to be stopped.

You Want It Darker

If you are the dealer, I'm out of the game If you are the healer, it means I'm broken and lame If thine is the glory, then mine must be the shame You want it darker We kill the flame Magnified, sanctified By the holy name Vilified, crucified In the human frame A million candles burning For the help that never came You want it darker Hineni, hineni I'm ready, my Lord There's a lover in the story But the story's still the same There's a lullaby for suffering And a paradox to blame But it's written in the scriptures And it's not some idol claim You want it darker We kill the flame They're lining up the prisoners And the guards are taking aim I struggle with some demons They were middle class and tame I didn't know I had permission To murder and to maim You want it darker Hineni, hineni I'm ready, my Lord Magnified, sanctified By the holy name Vilified, crucified In the human frame A million candles...

Thanks and good night all

Thanks for the memories, ladies and gentlemen. Thanks for the erasures. I never wanted to write this pathetic final chapter to The Man Next Door, exposing Leonard as the cowardly false Messiah he really was, encircled by followers who took his money gladly and never asked questions..Camille and Dianne - you are good little slaves. In your next lifetime try to stay off drugs. And next time some "journalist" invites you down his wormhole, just say no. I told Posner this story back in 2018 but it was just too morally complex for his thick skull so he went for the "stalker" bs 🤥😶😶🫢🫢🫢😑😑😑😑😑which you swallowed whole Congratulations on enabling another pervert. There's a judgment coming so please get ready. Thanks for helping me finish my story. I wouldn't have done it without your "input."

Memories of Dianne

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Here's what i remember about Dianne Lawrence whom I met in May 1996 at Rinzai-ji Zen Center on Cimarron Street in Los Angeles. She was tall and came from Toronto. Her mother was Latvian and her dad was a black American soldier. We were the same age and got on quite well at first. Soon after I arrived we drove to Malibu Beach where she brought up "Leonard Cohen". I think this was a fact-finding mission for the Zen Center and Leonard who was its major funding source. I told her I was in LA to speak to him, if possible -- I wasn't optimistic because back in Montreal his daughter Lorca had overdosed after telling a bunch of his friends he had molested her in childhood. I lived next door and the toxic fallout from her near-death was making my life very unpleasant. I had been broken into twice and was the object of a slander campaign. I felt he should own up to causing the gossip that swirled around Lorca's accusations of incest, and his own deep fear of women an...

Dead Man Running

great documentary on Kim the Busker https://youtu.be/PuB4jto7tYE?si=iTHLunm7RjTs_JrW

Incredible Inc.

Books by children of two US Presidents that are not just "incredible" but also life-changing. Jean Eisenhower: RATTLESNAKE FIRE https://www.amazon.com/Rattlesnake-Fire-memoir-extra-dimensional-experience/dp/0615185843 https://share.google/Gly5kF1PvppYlo5pa Book overview A memoir of psychological healing, with shamanic initiation, flashbacks of childhood abuse, shadowy networks involved in mind control, and extra-dimensional experiences, all of which challenge and/or assist her healing. Eisenhower's journey through the murky, paranormal shadowlands begins when she, the idealistic young former minister's wife, is working as a media activist for a radical environmental group...being violently attacked and simultaneously framed by rogue law enforcement entities allied with timber industry interests. She finds herself under surveillance and subject to weird and terrifying altered states with obvious hostile intent, that challenge her idealism, her worldview, and ...

Child of the Moon

And what's with the Star of David headband? Avis' short career as a fugitive in America raises several red flags. https://www.pressandjournal.co.uk/fp/news/inverness/6414058/angie-kim-avis-gordon-inverness-dead-man-running-bbc/ Monastery Beach where he faked his drowning is only miles from Esalen Institute, a famous MK programming centre from the early days of the CIA-managed counter culture. Colorado Springs where Kim hid out as "Cameron MacGregor" until his capture by the FBI, is the site of a NORAD base and a notorious underground facility known for secret black projects and supersoldier training. I wonder if this old Stones video relates to Busker Kim, who identified as a Wolf and was known to howl at the Moon. https://youtu.be/mIP-oImO-B8?si=hoBasUYqKcpCKZ2c (Child of the Moon, Rolling Stones, 1968) Wolves, it turns out, don't really howl *at* the moon. Wolves howl *with* the moon. They even howl during the day but since they're often o...

On the trail of Busker Kim

Neither Inverness nor the BBC has forgotten Kim Gordon aka Kim Avis, whom I met in 1997 while I was touring Scotland. I wrote about that encounter back in 2021 after I discovered he had become an international fugitive charged with multiple rapes, who faked his death in California before being captured a few months later in Colorado. http://lunamoth1.blogspot.com Just to be clear: I have vivid memories of Kim Gordon who was in his early thirties when I met him and almost seemed like a clone of Mick Jagger. Not to mention how he appeared as if on a blast of Highland magic, almost in answer to my wish to meet the “ghost of Bonnie Prince Charlie.” It all seemed quite innocent, just one of those mystical adventures I seem to be prone to whenever I'm in Scotland. Did I sense anything evil or predatory about Kim? Not really- but I was aware that the balance of power seemed to favour me as I was considerably older. Otherwise I would have been more wary of this pixie-like figure out of...

Talking Not Stalking

People who never knew Leonard Cohen have repeated the rumor that I "stalked" him so often it has taken on a life of its own. Lately two women on Twitter started a new smear campaign around this false claim, with nothing to support it but more hot air and envy. It's sad to see women who, had they ever got as close to him as I did, would likely have concluded he was a predatory creep and run the other way. Back in 1977 when I met him in Montreal (he phoned me one night in November out of the blue, or more accurately I guess, out of the dark) many women found him repulsive and dangerous. I was warned to stay away from him and several times had refused to engage when we crossed paths in the street. The fact that I'm 6 feet tall has always been a protection. Leonard was 5'8" - but he could project dominance and a friend who met him at a party said he was sexually aggressive with her to the point that she had to leave to get away. In 1977 he was 43 which seem...

BtW, this is my online journal

It's my personal journey. It is not "journalism".

Supersoldiers R Us

Four years ago I was working as a caregiver to the elderly, for a private Montreal company that catered to well-off clients, including two senators, the wife of the man who designed the Montreal metro, the mother of a McGill psychiatrist specializing in adolescent schizophrenia, and other fascinating people. One of my last clients was a beautiful, elegant 70-year-old woman whose husband had recently passed away. She now lived alone in their two storey duplex in a middle class neighborhood. Her client description was nothing special ("Highly intelligent. Likes to talk. Can be repetitive.") but didn't prepare me for being a live-in companion to a woman who I began to realize had been MKed while growing up in a remote northern village, and had likely killed people -- at least that would be my guess judging from her scattered references to violent events in her past. The more she talked about her life (in long staccato monologues delivered across her tiny table in a crampe...