They Live [Video Companion]
Well, I’ve finally upgraded my computer hardware and can do video editing on my own now. Hence, six months [no hard feelings to former editor, honestly] after recording the audio for the “video companion” to my They Live, We Sleep (trilogy), the finished product is finally available. Hope you enjoy:
PART 1 [V1.2]: The Movie, Aliens, Who, Aton, Television, Mankind’s State
PART 2 [V1.2]: Truth, Elites, South Park, Disinfo, Zionists, Religion, War
PART 3 [V1.2]: Agents, George Lucas, Relationships, Fear, Futurama, Hope
A visiting reader made a rather insightful observation on Ray Nelson’s short story “Eight O’Clock in the Morning” (which the film is based on). I have yet to read Nelson’s work, but feel the comment is pertinent enough to include here:
In the short story by Ray Nelson, which as you said was the catalyst for the film, there are no sunglasses (must be Carpenter’s idea) – he sees things as they are because he was at a hypnotist theatre show and took the directive ‘Awake’ further than expected. The short story definitely is about reptilians, so it’s not Carpenter’s theory. For instance, in “Eight O’Clock in the Morning”:
‘…carefully avoiding giving indication that he saw the green, reptilian flesh or the multiple yellow eyes of the rulers of Earth.”Even references to shapeshifting, “For a moment the reptilian head dissolved into the face of a lovable old drunk.” All references are to “reptilian”, “alien”, “lizard”, “Fascinator[s]” and “the masters.”
Also worth a mention is that subsequent viewing (and yes, a few of your comments) prove the sunglasses in the film being referenced as “Hoffman Lenses,” after the scientist Albert Hoffman. Per wikiπαιδεία:
Albert Hofmann [January 11, 1906 – April 29, 2008] was a Swiss scientist best known for having been the first to synthesize, ingest and learn of the psychedelic effects of lysergic acid diethylamide (LSD). Hofmann authored more than 100 scientific articles and wrote a number of books, including LSD: My Problem Child. On January 11, 2006, Hofmann became a centenarian, and the occasion of his 100th birthday was the focus of an international symposium on LSD.
I find this to be extremely relevant, as LSD (which, from what I understand, is near impossible to find in its original Hoffman formula these days) is a substance that allows one, under the proper conditions, and frame of mind, to expand one’s consciousness outside this 3D reality box. While I would have liked to include this aspect in the final product, it [redoing the audio] would have further delayed getting this out, and I wish to move on to other planned projects.
However, I will stress that I still feel that my interpretation and analysis on the nature of the sunglasses is still pertinent and considering the degrees of depth the film touches, valid. I recently watched Rob Ager’s analysis of The Matrix, and in it, he mentions yet another side of the sunglass metaphor that I had never considered: a method of hiding one’s “awakeness” from the masses [and infiltrators among them].
As I, or should I say “we,” have learned on this [a]synchronous journey of truth-seeking, there are few symbols and metaphors that are not multi-tiered and multi-faceted.
| They Live, We Sleep (Part I) | They Live, We Sleep (Part II) |
| They Live, We Sleep (Part III) | They Live [Video Companion] |
CREDITS (video): They Live (John Carpenter), Love and Death (Woody Allen), V for Vendetta (Alan Moore), South Park (Tray Parker, Matt Stone), Futurama (Matt Groening), Video Grab Bag (Global Reality), Brazil (Terry Gilliam), Music (The Pogues)
REFERENCED ARTICLES: the use[s] of movies (The Art of Revealing), Charles Fort (Are We Owned?), television (What Would You Say?), superliminal advertising (Post-Subliminal Era Has Begun), the “relationship” trap (Fight Club Revisited), hollow Earth (Our Hollow Earth), Stanly Kubrik (Eyes Wide Open), alien butt sex (The Alien Anal Agenda)
Related
~ by celticrebel on October 16, 2008.
Posted in Videos
Tags: aliens, amenhotep iv, consumerism, disinformation, embedded cinema, futurama, george romero, john carpenter, judaism, mind control, propaganda, reptilians, roddy piper, solar cult, south park, they live, truth, zionism
The Celtic Rebel 
Truly excellent analysis,
Babble on, Babylon… 😉
The South Parkers seem quite illuminated, check out Thuth’s PDF with his take on the four. And my latest double SP post.
The multi-faceted symbolism in general is fascinating, about the sunglasses. “And” replacing “Or”.
Much appreciated, I’ve spread the word on all of this everywhere I could
Thanks, peace.
After one of the debates Stephen Colbert said McCain: “reached out to the key swing vote … reptiles!” He showed McCain doing strange things with his tongue. I’m not sure what to make of that.
Very well done. More please.
dedroidify. Thank you for all your promotion, present and previous. Have read Truther’s take. It’s excellent, yet a lot kinder on the duo than I was and will be. I turned your text to a link, as I think the first part further shows how SP is agenda-driven.
Angelo, thanks for sharing that about Colbert. I also recall him pleading with the “Illuminati” to take him in, saying he is into population reduction and such (or something to that effect). Still don’t know exactly what to make of him.
Algiz, do hope to crank some more out. Thanks for commenting.
These vids are excellent bro! Am very glad you upgraded your system for video editing! thanks for sharing this with everyone!
They Live just happens to be one of my top 5 movies!
Peace man.
great work! Im excited your doing videos, im really lookin forward to more, and im gonna watch they live today, be well cr
Great eye(mind) opener!
I completely agree with all of this. Specially with PART 2 with the what the fight seen is suppose to represent. I try and acknowledge this into all the lives I come in contact with and they think of me as an “insane” person or that I’m the one that blind and completely crazy. My question is what the F**K em I suppose to do?
Excellent, I enjoyed the original written version very much. The video addition is a great piece of work a wonderful companion. Hopefully it will reach the right people and help in our struggle.
The pic of the pope was really creepy, I have always been creeped out by him but that pic was something else, nice find.
Kevin and Michael, thank you. I plan to focus the next video efforts on Idiocracy and George Romero.
SZEPPELIN, thank you. Yea, it really is a “crazy” paradox, the more awake/aware you become, the more insane you will seem to the average ignorant brain-washed person.
What are you supposed to do??? Realize you are on a sinking ship and there’s only so many life boats. At some point, you have to stop worrying about those around you and worry more about yourself. Some of us are so far gone, there really is no “saving.” This is another topic I hope to get into more in-depth in the future.
bardoftheabyss, I hope it will reach more people too. From those I know personally who’ve seen it, it seems to reach them deeply. Now, if only I had a way to get it in front of more people. And yes, that new pope should be creeping everybody out.
To everyone: any and all help promoting the video series is greatly appreciated. My YouTube channel. Feel free to embed/forward videos as you see fit.
Great new art Rebel! I wonder if to see things through “reality Hoffman glasses” w´d become the new un-offid-cial heresy, and the sheeple has been trained to spot, denounce, torture and excommunicate heretics that dare to see the real “GoOds” behind Real mass re-legions/bely,efs… Would any sunglasses be enough to hide our eyes?…(due to pandemic narcisistic confluence, mirror type w´d be better i guess)…
Well put together triptych.
Pondering Predictive Programming I thought of Z’biggerthanu Brzinski, claiming a threat comes from a ‘political awakening’which = an oxymoron. People always get persuaded that they can get ‘freedom’ through political means – freedom to do what exactly. Thus the ‘masses’ get distracted from using their intellect , deferring instead to ‘warring’, hot, cold , psychological and plain old bloody.
We see the ‘elite’ as politicos, celebs, sports stars as essentially all 3 professions share a certain vacuosity at the mainstream level. The Me!Dear tends to portray police, politicos, celebs, the police protect the celebs and the politicos, the celebs portray ‘social chaos’ and the politicos make laws to protect against those ‘scene-arios’ portrayed in film and soap-opera.
Using my sunglasses I did notice the title wibbled to produce: They livE WE SHEEP.
Cheers
PS Jump ship! To the Synching Ship
PSS Further on it may refer to EWES LEEP, shogging off the fluffy fleece of flummery
Hey Celtic Rebel, I really like the new vids, and great music by the way.
Concerning the references to Reptilians, I myself had a synchronistic experience last night. Basically I was trying to find new episodes of this web cartoon called the “Angry Dog” to watch. It’s about a dog with anger issues and his daily life. To make a long story short, I saw the most recent episode, in which the mayor of the city is killed by a reptile, and the new mayor (who also happens to be reptile) is seeking to take complete control of the city for the benefit of reptiles only.
Here’s the link to the vid if you want to take a look:
Interrestingly enough there are also no new episodes of this cartoon out there on youtube after August 25th. In a way it’s a bit of a shame, I was looking forward to the reptilians’s demise.
Celtic, Rebel. Just watched your critique of “They Live”. Thanks for reminding me what a remarkable film it was. It’s far more than just sci-fi; it’s a parable for the human condition that was not matched until the production of “The Matrix” a decade later. You’re assessment of “They Live” was spot on. It gets especially interesting later in the mocie when it turns out that the aliens recruit willing and compliant humans to aid them in their agenda.
DANA, well, we could also, as Rob Ager said, “look cool” why we hid our eyes from the trolls among us. 🙂
Afferismoon, great feedback. Always enjoy your unique insight. Time for the EWES to LEaP? Out of the frying pan and into the fire?
I [maybe overoptimistically] hope the awakening Zbig fears is the one where the sleep realize the political “system” is indeed a sewer where the only thing one can accomplish within it is to cover one’s self in shite.
Emil-Szarvas, that cartoon was quite interesting to say the least. Particularly relevant was the David Icke vs. the Zionists hidden-metaphor propaganda, along with the show mentioning the low percent of the population the reptiles made up.
Ben Emlyn-Jones, thank you. I am reminded of Alan Greenspan, Winston Churchill and many others, who early in their life wrote against they system of tyranny, and then became all-too-willing servants of it.
That was great. I downloaded They Live & watched it last night for the first time. I’ve only just got high speed internet so yours is the first production I’ve watched & what an excellent way to start 🙂
amazing trilogy here man.
especially that south park find.
great work
Nice vids, I wish I could make videos too but my computer can barely handle watching them, let alone making them 😦
Here’s a picture to go along with what you said at the end of your third video.
monkeys
wise woman, I am overjoyed to know that I was your first. 🙂 Seriously!
ben collins, thank you. This was a labor of love. Hope it breaks the hypnotic trance some of the SP fan[atics] are held in.
ViolatoR, that is an excellent addition. EVERYONE should read the link.
Ditto…just…DITTO!!!!
Great work! I love they live, such a great movie. Did you know that shepard fairey’s Obey art was inspired by this movie? His work is interesting, he is definitely adept at sacred geometry, and symbolism. He seems to have sold out to corporate clients and is very rich now.
Eight O’Clock in the Morning
— Ray Nelson’s —
Eight O’Clock in the Morning
At the end of the show the hypnotist told his subjects, “Awake.”
Something unusual happened.
One of the subjects awoke all the way. This had never happened before. His name was George Nada and he blinked out at the sea of faces in the theatre, at first unaware of anything out of the ordinary. Then he noticed, spotted here and there in the crowd, the non-human faces, the faces of the Fascinators. They had been there all along, of course, but only George was really awake, so only George recognized them for what they were. He understood everything in a flash, including the fact that if he were to give any outward sign, the Fascinators would instantly command him to return to his former state, and he would obey.
He left the theatre, pushing out into the neon night, carefully avoiding any indication that he saw the green, reptilian flesh or the multiple yellow eyes of the rulers of the earth. One of them asked him, “Got a light buddy?” George gave him a light, then moved on.
At intervals along the street George saw the posters hanging with photographs of the Fascinators’ multiple eyes and various commands printed under them, such as, “Work eight hours, play eight hours, sleept eight hours,” and “Marry and Reproduce.” A TV set in the window of a store caught George’s eye, but he looked away in the nick of time. When he didn’t look at the Fascinator in the screen, he could resist the command, “Stay tuned to this station.”
George lived alone in a little sleeping room, and as soon as he got home, the first thing he did was to disconnect the TV set. In other rooms he could hear the TV sets of his neighbors, though. Most of the time the voices were human, but now and then he heard the arrogant, strangely bird-like croaks of the aliens. “Obey the government,” said one croak. “We are the government, ” said another. “We are your friends, you’d do anything for a friend, wouldn’t you?”
“Obey!”
“Work!”
Suddenly the phone rang.
George picked it up. It was one of the Fascinators.
“Hello,” it squawked. “This is your control, Chief of Police Robinson. You are an old man, George Nada. Tomorrow morning at eight o’clock, your heart will stop. Please repeat.”
“I am an old man,” said George. “Tomorrow morning at eight o’clock, my heart will stop.”
The control hung up
“No, it wont,” whispered George. He wondered why they wanted him dead. Did they suspect that he was awake? Probably. Someone might have spotted him, noticed that he didn’t respond the way the others did. If George were alive at one minute after eight tomorrow morning, then they would be sure.
“No use waiting here for the end,” he thought.
He went out again. The posters, the TV, the occasional commands from passing aliens did not seem to have absolute power over him, though he still felt strongly tempted to obey, to see things the way his master wanted him to see them. He passed an alley and stopped. One of the aliens was alone there, leaning against the wall. George walked up to him.
“Move on,” grunted the thing, focusing his deadly eyes on George.
George felt his grasp on awareness waver. For a moment the reptilian head dissolved into the face of a lovable old drunk. Of course the drunk would be lovable. George picked up a brick and smashed it down on the old drunk’s head with all his strength. For a moment the image blurred, then the blue-green blood oozed out of the face and the lizrd fell, twitching and writhing. After a moment it was dead.
George dragged the body into the shadows and searched it. There was a tiny radio in its pocket and a curiously shaped knife and fork in another. The tiny radio said something in an incomprehensible language. George put it down beside the body, but kept the eating utensils.
“I can’t possibly escape,” thought George. “Why fight them?”
But maybe he could.
What if he could awaken others? That might be worth a try.
He walked twelve blocks to the apartment of his girl friend, Lil, and knocked on her door. She came to the door in her bathrobe.
“I want you to wake up,” he said
“I’m awake,” she said. “Come on in.”
He went in. The TV was playing. He turned it off.
“No,” he said. “I mean really wake up.” She looked at him without comprehension, so he snapped his fingers and shouted, “Wake up! The masters command that you wake up!”
“Are you off your rocker, George?” she asked suspiciously. “You sure are acting funny.” He slapped her face. “Cut that out!” she cried, “What the hell are you up to anyway?”
“Nothing,” said George, defeated. “I was just kidding around.”
“Slapping my face wasn’t just kidding around!” she cried.
There was a knock at the door.
George opened it.
It was one of the aliens.
“Can’t you keep the noise down to a dull roar?” it said.
The eyes and reptilian flesh faded a little and George saw the flickering image of a fat middle-aged man in shirtsleeves. It was still a man when George slashed its throat with the eating knife, but it was an alien before it hit the floor. He dragged it into the apartment and kicked the door shut. “What do you see there?” he asked Lil, pointing to the many-eyed snake thing on the floor.
“Mister…Mister Coney,” she whispered, her eyes wide with horror. “You…just killed him, like it was nothing at all.”
“Don’t scream,” warned George, advancing on her.
“I won’t George. I swear I won’t, only please, for the love of God, put down that knife.” She backed away until she had her shoulder blades pressed to the wall.
George saw that it was no use.
“I’m going to tie you up,” said George. “First tell me which room Mister Coney lived in.”
“The first door on your left as you go toward teh stairs,” she said. “Georgie…Georgie. Don’t torture me. If you’re going to kill me, do it clean. Please, Georgie, please.”
He tied her up with bedsheets and gagged her, then searched the body of the Fascinator. There was another one of the little radios that talked a foreign language, another set of eating utensils, and nothing else.
George went next door.
When he knocked, one of the snake-things answered, “Who is it?”
“Friend of Mister Coney. I wanna see him,” said George.
“He went out for a second, but he’ll be right back.” The door opened a crack, and four yellow eyes peeped out. “You wanna come in and wait?”
“Okay,” said George, not looking at the eyes.
“You alone here?” he asked as it closed the door, its back to George.
“Yeah, why?”
He slit its throat from behind, then searched the apartment.
He found human bones and skulls, a half-eaten hand.
He found tanks with huge fat slugs floating in them.
“The children,” he thought, and killed them all.
There were guns too, of a sort he had never seen before. He discharged one by accident, but fortunately it was noiseless. It seemed to fire little poisoned darts.
He pocketed the gun and as many boxes of darts he could and went back to Lil’s place. When she saw him she writhed in helpless terror.
“Relax, honey” he said, opening her purse, “I just want to borrow your car keys.”
He took the keys and went downstairs to the street.
Her care was still parked in the same general area in which she always parked it. He recognized it by the dent in the right fender. He got in, started it, and began driving aimlessly. He drove for hours, thinking–desperately searching for some way out. He turned on the car radio to see if he could get some music, but there was ntohing but news and it was all about him, George Nada, the homicidal maniac. The announcer was one of the masters, but he sounded a little scared. Why should he be? What could one man do?
George wasn’t surprised when he saw the road block, and he turned off on a side street before he reached it. No little trip to the country for you, Georgie boy, he thought to himself.
They had just discvered what he had done back at Lil’s place, so they would probably be looking for Lil’s car. He parked it in an alley and took the subway. There were no aliens on the subway, for some reason. Maybe they were too good for such things, or maybe it was just because it was so late at night.
When one finally did get on, George got off.
He went up to the street and went into a bar. One of the Fascinators was on the TV, saying over and over again, “We are your friends. We are your friends. We are your friends.” The stupid lizard sounded scared. Why? What could one man do against all of them?
George ordered a beer, the it suddenly struck him that the Fascinator on the TV no longer seemed to have any power over him. He looked at it again and thought, “It has to believe it can master me to do it. The slightest hint of fear on its part and the power to hypnotize is lost.” They flashed George’s picture on the TV screen and George retreated to the phone booth. He called his control, the Chief of Police.
“Hello, Robinson?” he asked.
“Speaking.”
“This is George Nada. I’ve figured out how to wake people up.”
“What? George, hang on. Where are you?” Robinson sounded almost hysterical.
He hung up and paid and left the bar. They would probably trace his call.
He caught another subway and went downtown.
It was dawn when he entered the building housing the biggest of the city’s TV studios. He consulted the building director and then went up in the elevator. The cop in front of the studio recognized him. “Why, you’re Nada!” he gasped.
George didn’t like to shoot him with the poison dart gun, but he had to.
He had to kill several more before he got into the studio itself, including all the engineers on duty. There were a lot of police sirens outside, excited shouts, and running footsteps on the stairs. The alien was sitting before the the TV camera saying, “We are your friends. We are your friends,” and didn’t see George come in. When George shot him with the needle gun he simply stopped in mid-sentence and sat there, dead. George stoond near him and said, imitating the alien croak, “Wake up. Wake up. See us as we are and kill us!”
It was George’s voice the city heard that morning, but it was the Fascinator’s image, and the city did awake for the very first time and the war began.
George did not live to see the victory that finally came. He died of a heart attack at exactly eight o’clock.
hello celticrebel. i believe you are an awesome synchromystic. really enjoyed your synopsis of the movie and just found out they are planning on remaking…would like to offer a theory (thanks to you, btw) concerning why the fight scene was so long…could it be, perhaps they were both one and the same? …representing left brain fighting right brain? (could the alley be a symbol for the corpus callosum? and to take it a step further. could the cardboard box…/garbage truck be a metaphor for the pineal gland?…and the struggle to come to grips with finally accepting the truth? after their painfully long but well choreographed scene, they finally are in unison. Their hand gestures, and body language in the subsequent scenes are unified…when they take off their glasses- they are even both betrayed the same…anyways, please keep sending the signals. just. amazing. :peace
Thanks Scott
Brian, I was unfamiliar with Shephard Fairey. Found some of the artwork intriguing until I came across the Obama art. So, he may have been inspired, but is still clueless (judging by his reliance on the “peace” i.e., “decay/destruction” symbol), or as you say, has completely sold out now.
Jonathan, thanks for including that. I was going to change it to a link, but it truly is a “short” story. Love the part about aliens not taking the subway. When I was living in New York, I knew some who “wouldn’t take the subway” cause of all the “low-class scum” on it. Hm.
eman laer, I like your take on the scene. As I said above, there are multiple valid interpretations and many levels to a film of this caliber.
A remake? So, the rumors are true. My guess is we’ll be seeing a dumbed-down agenda serving version. These are the same guys who remade dawn of the dead. Made it a lot slicker than Romero, but took out the most poignant of social commentary.
HUH! Shmoooke and MIRRORS man!, channel 54, 45, Flip the 5 and mirror and its a 2, 42, 6×7, 6<7 DUH!, 01, end-beginning!
This was freaking great. I loved every second of it. I would love another one. Here I go researching what you pointed out and writing about what I have learned. Thank you so much for opening me up to do my own research.
Hi celticrebel,
Wondering if you could tell me in what book the Aldous Huxley quote near the end of your video can be found? Would you email me with the book title? Very appreciated! You’ve done an incredible job on this presentation!
Kudos to you.– Dennis
Carlos Carmona, interesting perspective!. I wondered about the station, but nothing jumped out at me. Also Jupiter then… and, come to think of 1/2 a revolution past a full one (36), nearing completion of that all important 2nd spin around the nucleus.
Leon, I’d like to see another one too, but they take so much time. 🙂 Hopefully, soon. Thanks for sharing your thoughts.
Dennis, as far as I’m aware, I don’t think it made it into any of Huxley’s published works. The text is taken from a speech he gave @ Berkeley in the 50’s. And, thank you!
Next movie for you to analyze: Blade Runner
Why? Well, in the opening scene, we are flying over the wasteland that is L.A., 2016. Closeup images of the iris and pupil of a replicant, Leon, are interspersed with images of the truncated pyramid that we are approaching, where Leon is being administered the Voight-Kampff “all-seeing” eye test.
When Deckard goes to meet Tyrell, same eye, approaching same truncated pyramid.
And Tyrell comes in… Plenty of other stuff. “More human than human — that is our motto.”
Really, ***so*** much more going on here. Which again begs the question, Ridley Scott: info rebel or disinfo agent?
The Celtic Rebel is the man! We know who we are and what we can do. We are not held down by these telepathic visions! Best<3 ARR
Great presention. evrything seems to relate back to rock and roll and marijuana and LSD. abby HOFFMAN lenses
francis bacon
DB, uncanny timing of my coming back to answer old comments. I, at one time, would have thought Blade Runner illuminating in a very positive manner. Which, speaks contrary to Scott being selected to do Future War and Brave New World.
However, the girl’s name being “Rachel” and the multiple eyes for seeing, suggest there’s a strong layer underneath Blade Runner, NOT for our benefit.
BaRyNx, thank you much. Let’s add “psycopathic visions” to the list. 👿
Steve, per my understanding, the “hoffman” formula of LSD is no longer available, except to the initiates of certain programs. Indubitably, Shakespeare and Bacon were one and the same, and the plays contain as many, if not more, codes than the Bible name in honor of the poofer, KJ; a “killing joke,” or “just kidding?”
And the Owl — don’t forget about the owl…
[subliminal]
Bohemian Grove
Molech
[/subliminal]
That’s actually what gave me the icepick in the forehead one day when I was watching the movie for the 100th time…
Great job! I’ll have to check this movie out sometime. I admire your interpretations and your analysis.
The way you explained that fight scene made me think of my own life, and how I can’t seem to wake up friends and family. They all think I am crazy, that I am in fact brainwashed, not they.
I am finding when I say this kind of truth the response if adverse and angry responses. My sister screams at me to shut up so she can get back to her fantasy world of tv, without really thinking about what she’s watching. People don’t like to hear the truth and hold their beliefs so strong they will lash out and get angry.
If the people I love won’t believe me, what can I do with all this information?
I feel as if I’m in a crossroads sometimes.
I wear my sunglasses at night
So I can, so I can
Watch you weave
Then breathe your story lines
And I wear my sunglasses at night
So I can, so I can
Keep track of the visions in my eyes
While she’s deceiving me
It cuts my security
Has she got control of me
I turn to her and say
Don’t switch the blade
On the guy in shades, oh-no
Don’t masquerade
With the guy in shades, oh-no
Hello CelticRebel! I recently got wind of this very well put together piece you guys created for the critical thinkers out there. I paid my contribution too by posting it for the few readers that I have (smiles).
I hope you’ll appreciate that I too am trying to wake up some people. You can see the post here: I’m going to try this from another angle… NSFW. CAUTION: Critical Thinking is ADVISED…
I hope it will meet with your approval and does justice to your efforts. Keep up the good works because we truly are all in this (crazy thing) together.
Peace,
Jazz
doug, enjoyed the “coding” bit. Don’t forget though the owl may not necessarily be a reflection of “Molech.” Much of that comes from The Dark Horse General and the [intentionally] misguided Christian Truth Movement.
ShatteredButterfly, thanks for sharing. It’s a tough call whether to try and share your new insight with them, and hence, as the movie shows, end up in the longest drag out fight of your life, or just move on to those with an open ear.
rilla, ok.
yoy50, thank you very much for the promotion mate! My only suggestion is that it should be considered MSFW, as in mandatory to stay sane for work, or something to that effect 🙂
Hi again! Thanks for the approval, man! And I love the suggestion “MSFW”… very cute! 🙂
Thanx for the insights ,,, I really appreciate it…,,It would seem we are in layers of awareness or sleep. I thought I was awake when I 1st saw they live , it blew me away. now you have blown me away,,& the Rabbi hole goes deeper.thank you,,
There’s an interview with Ray Nelson concerning “They Live” and other subjects here:
[audio src="http://beyondthegrassyknoll.com/audio/nelson.mp3" /]
Wow, it’s been over a year since I’ve seen these now and it’s really telling how all your videos are just disappearing from youtube and the internet, especially Don’t Go West.
It would be nice if you had some new videos coming out soon, since you’ve grown so much in the past year with the direction you’re taking (as well as I, a big thanks to you) but they would just disappear anyway…