The Hammer & the Anvil [I]

For time immemorial, since the old secrets of metallurgy were lost, to the modern days were necessity and tradition have given way to automation, if you wanted to shape metal, the hammer and the anvil have been the tools of the trade. Without going into the entire process of forging, suffice to say for our discussion, the hammer was the primary shaping/molding tool, while the anvil was the pre-built awaiting immovable surface the malleable metals were hammered against.

An anvil can weigh upwards of 300 pounds. Thus, it is not a very practical device to move around or ferry to where your raw materials are. In a more modern sense, the kiln and the smelting plant are places where you take the raw materials for shaping. In a metaphoric sense, humans, aka human resources, are the raw materials you need to get to the anvil when forging a new society. This new society, is in fact the “New World Order,” a phrase once a mainstay of the alternative media, and now so bandied about by the mainstream media, it’s been [intentionally] trivialized.

There are several types of hammers used in the forging process. Let’s not forget that, in the real world, a hammer can also be used as an effective tool that drives the resources to the anvil. As even the site where I got the middle image from informs, “Hammers provide mass for friendly persuasion.”

That all said, back in the first half of the 20th century, two “visionary” futurists put out two seminal works of how they envisioned our future. Aldous Huxley wrote Brave New World in 1932 and George Orwell wrote 1984 in 1948. Both of these insiders, spent years working for British Intelligence, Orwell allegedly for MI5, Huxley for MI6 (i.e., the Queen’s drug distribution empire’s control centre).

I believe these two authors were exposed to different schemes/plans for the upcoming world, and based their vision on their own compartmentalized exposure. Of the two, I see Orwell, who’s real name is Eric Blair, as the humanist. His biography is worth a perusal for the unfamiliar, and here, I’ll just note that he even endangered his own life, taking up arms [and a bullet] to fight fascism in Spain.

As for Huxley, who was also a member of Tavistock Institute, and allegedly involved in the MK-Ultra program, having heard his matter-of-fact way of speaking about us, the commoners, I can safely surmise that while I’ll grant him “clever,” he is merely elitist scum who feels the womb he crawled out of grants him some type of right to lord it over us. His family also featured vermin like Julian (World Wildlife Fund, UNESCO, etc) and Thomas (aka “Darwin’s Bulldog,” credited with pushing Charles Darwin’s Herbert Spencer’s convoluted misleading “theory”). But, enough about that brood of Malthusian eugenicists.

The two books both became required reading at school programs throughout the crown colonies (that includes America), and I’d hazard a good part of the entire Western world. Speculatively, one could guess there was some mild [subversive?] form of predictive programming going on. I believe these two books foreshadowed the coming Cold War, as the two systems (i.e., the two futuristic visions) were tested against each other. As with any type of proper laboratory environment, you need to separate the test subjects to prevent contamination. Hence, the need for the “Iron Curtain” and the protracted Cold War that followed.

What we witnessed in 1987 when White House spokesman Ronald Reagan {*1} said the famous words, “Mr. Gorbachev, tear down this wall,” was the end of the experiment. What the experiment proved, beyond doubt, is that the best slaves are the ones who are under the impression they are free. After years of tyranny and oppression, the Soviets knew better than to believe a single word that came out the state controlled-media. Professors in universe-cities will give dissertations on how capitalism and the spirit of entrepreneurship beat out state-planning, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah … but logic dictates the simplest truth holds the most wisdom: a slave who knows he is nothing more than a slave, is not inspired to work very hard.

The best slaves are the fools who think they have a “free press,” and swallow wholesale whatever lies their media spews at them. The best slaves are those who encourage their children to go off to the indoctrination center and memorize and eschew all the propaganda they are fed, and then reward them for excelling at the regurgitation of falsehoods. The best slaves are those who work under the impression they are getting ahead, and don’t realize the system of progressive taxation you’ve place on them has effectively made them “for-hire slaves.” The best slaves are the ones who then spend their remaining money at your “company store” (the corporations you own), instead of using it to, god forbid, help build each other up. {*2} Simply put: Huxley’s “vision” won. Orwell’s lost.

It was time to take the best of the defunct Soviet system and incorporate it into Huxley’s dystopia. The current events we see taking place around us would not have been possible under the Soviet system. Had the 9/11 Ritual been broadcast on Soviet Television, maybe 10% of the public would have believed that dimension shifting Arabs somehow pulled it off, while I’d guess that on that 11th day of September, somewhere near 99% of the American public swallowed the fairy tale.

The theatrical release of 1984 begins with the above quote from Orwell’s book. As I suggested, here in our Brave New World, this “choice” tenet will be incorporated into the “free” state. A few months ago, a friend came across an example in a little fear-mongering book (The Little Book of Pandemics, not recommended) featured next to the register at Barnes & Noble stores across America:

“Just under a month after the 9/11 attack on the World Trade Center, 63 year old Robert Stevens died in a hospital in Atlantis, Florida, two days after developing breathing problems and a high fever. It turned out that he had inhaled anthrax spores while in his office. He worked for American Media, a Florida based company that owned a tabloid newspaper that had been publishing insulting articles about Osama bin Laden. Over the next few weeks, spores and infected people showed up in only a few places, but the resultant panic affected the entire United States.” {*3}

My friend was so infuriated by the above, he drove all the way up to my house after seeing it. “Can you fucking believe this? They’re changing history at will now, right in front of our eyes. First of all, this guy wasn’t even a writer, he was a photographer. Second of all, he never wrote anything about Osaba bin Laden. The guy was pissing off George Bush because he kept publishing pictures of Jenna Bush stumbling about like a drunk whore.” Qui bono? Qui bono? Qui bono? {*4}

In fairness to Jenna, she’s just a typical end-product of our Brave New World, so shouldn’t necessarily be held to a higher standard than the average American young lady woman female. The last image above, while the least conspicuous on the surface, however, suggests she’s by no means innocent (assuming she’s not as mind-controlled as her father). {*5} Coincidentally, after the photographer in question died from anthrax, the documentation of Jenna’s lurid escapades abruptly ended. I hope you’re happy now you dirty murderin’ Osama bin Laden!

Speaking of bin Laden, I know several have already made the logical comparison to Orwell’s Emmanuel Goldstein. I mean, the similarities are beyond obvious (and maybe that’s why the book has been taken off the curriculum in most public schools across America). Hence, I feel no need to explain how they are one and the same.

Read the following interrogation from the 1984 book critically. Upon contemplation of those words, I was tempted to replace “Photo Not Yet Available” in the above image with “Paste Your Own Photo Here.” WE are the enemy of the system. We, those heretics among us, who dare question the banality of our controlled society, are not an organization by any means, but a conspiracy of [liberating] ideas. The spirit of “true” (i.e., not programmed) rebellion [¡ooh!] is what the system fears most. Nonconformity is terrorism. [see definition]

O’Brien: There are thought criminals who maintain that the resistance is not real. Believe me, Winston, it is very real. Perhaps you are not familiar with how it operates.

Winston Smith: I am attentive to the news.

O’Brien: Indeed. Then perhaps you imagine a huge network of conspirators prepared to commit any atrocity to weaken and demoralize the order of our society. The reality is infinitely more subtle. If Goldstein himself fell into the hands of the Thought Police, he could not give them a list of his agents. Such a list does not exist. They are not an organization in the sense we know. Nothing holds it together but an idea. Individually, they cheat, forge, blackmail, corrupt children, spread disease and prostitution, in the name of spreading knowledge from generation to generation, until… in a thousand years…

Since we’ve stepped into the arena of fear, I’d like to take us back to the hammer. The hammer which serves as the fear-generation tool, used to frighten those brave sheep (i.e., those who question), whom dare stray off the path towards the anvil, and steer them right back towards the anvil they are hoping so desperately to avoid (albeit, via a different path). One such hammer, is that paralyzing feeling of anxiety/despair you feel after listening to Alex Jones for three hours.

Look at something as simple as the Homeland Security “advisory system.” Many have pointed out this system makes little to no sense, and suggest it was crafted by morons. Were there actually a group of “terrorists” hell-bent on causing chaos, they could check the daily “color” and execute their attack on the day Homeland Security lowers security precautions; gives them the “green” light, so to speak.

I’ll argue that the system was crafted by intelligent people. For one, the sheep in the population (those who’ll believe ANYTHING) get their daily dose of fear or comfort, falling into a cycle of consenting that others manipulate their emotional state. The smarter sheep, will naturally, understand the absurdity of the system, AFTER someone points it out to them. They will then pass this learned perspective off as their own knowledge, patting themselves on the back for being clever enough to see through it. They, with their newfound “awareness,” are now ripe to conspiracy culture, and its gatekeepers … i.e., the persuasive hammer used to guide the sheep who dare stray off the path to the forge/awaiting anvil.

I really cannot envision there ever coming a day where we are rounded up at gunpoint and forced to get vaccinations, or be microchiped. Vaccinations may be an afterthought. Most of the sheep do it willingly, and think themselves the better for it. A relatively new neighbor brought her kid over to play, boasting about how he “didn’t cry” when he got his vaccination. My friend who doesn’t vaccinate her kids suggested she might wanna talk to me before she does that again. The woman just “shut down” for lack of a better phrase. She could not process the possibility, as if some nested logic loop prevented her mind from even going in that direction.

As for microchips, by the time the masses start to get them, they will be lining up and fumbling all over each other to get one. Hannah Montana, or whoever the biggest Disney child-influence of the time is, will get one on her show. MTV will be plugging how “cool” and “rebellious” the latest chip is. The hottest Nintendo or X-box games will require a chip interface. Bars will be offering VIP treatment to guys with chips (already happening). Guys, unlike women, are not as responsive to direct programming (e.g., they don’t change their entire wardrobe every year because shoe fashion is rotated). However, they have their known flaws and can be counted on to do most anything that they think will help them “get pussy.”

Note that the symbols for the former Soviet Union were the hammer and the sickle, not the hammer and the anvil. The hammer, when not heeded as a warning, does have yet another function, it can crush the skull of whomever dares to oppose it. However, you need raw materials if you are planning on forging any type of society. Hence, the hammer is a more useful as a tool to drive sheep rather than kill them.

Come to think of it, the symbols of the Soviet Union were overly appropriate. The sickle is something used to cut down wheat. Without a harvester, it is only a tool of destruction, not growth. Synchronicity may have been telling us from the start what the Soviet Union, a nation which killed somewhere between 20 and 60 million of its own citizenry, was all about. Growth and shaping of a society aren’t possible when all you have is a harvester-less sickle and an anvil-less hammer.

Well-trained monkeys, I’m sorry, I meant smart-people with college degrees, will debate how there was some type of proletariat/worker/common man “revolution” [¡ha!] along the lines of Karl Marx’s “ideas” [¡ha again!] and that the symbols were representative of the down-trodden masses. Those with synchromystic insight and who’ve taken any amount of time to research history on their own, will understand the function of the symbols and the functions they served. Those wiped out were the intelligentsia, and as an added bonus for the Vatican, a huge population of non-Catholic [Orthodox] Christians was thrown in the gulag meat-grinder; carried out gleefully by the most derelict members of the Jewish mafia.

While still on the subject of hammers, I’d highly recommend a viewing of Pink Floyd’s The Wall, and suggest watching it sober. I’m sure anyone who’s seen it will recall the ever-present hammer metaphor, and may do a double-take upon seeing the basketball fans below (especially after contrasting it with the prior 1984 image).

I previously pondered the significance of hammers from a different perspective, that of a mind-control trigger. Reaching briefly into the multi-tiered functionality and interpretation of the meme, I’ll note how a hammer can be used to nail us to the cross, the unfolded cube of our reality box (see Octopi, Phalli, Cubes of Life).

The below right image is modeled after the infamous Apple commercial which was first-broadcast in 1984, on January 22nd of all days. The wikipedia page produces a lot of interesting numerical syncs, and just having read it, was a little taken aback myself to read the commercial featured a brass hammer (the three “persuasive” hammers in the center image at the beginning of this article) [the commercial]. Worth noting, Ridley Scott, just having finished Blade Runner, was the director. Big Blue. Big Brother. Shattering Glass. Oh, the rabbit hole is tempting, but I’ll abstain.

For those wondering about Pink Floyd, and whether they should be grouped with controlled assets of Tavistock and the Queen like the Beatles and the Stones, or proven CIA assets like the Grateful Dead and Jimmi Hendrix, the [my] answer is no. According to Michael Tsarion, the book Saucerful of Secrets, talks about how Pink Floyd was approached by the Cult of Dionysus, but rejected them. {*6}

Another good indicator is Roger Waters insistence on writing “Tear Down The Wall” and “No Thought Control” on that travesty known as the Apartheid Wall in Palestine. The same Western media which was “rejoicing” when the Berlin wall came down, remained relatively [¡understatement!] quiet as the Israelis constructed their monolithic tribute to injustice, separating Palestinians from their places of work, their fields and in some cases, even their next-door neighbors.

Roger, I must say, showed good sense and humanity. Rather than withdraw, citing that he “wouldn’t refuse to play in England just cause he disagrees with Tony Blair,” went ahead with the show, but only after making his statement, and insisting the concert play in an Arab-Israeli village rather than anywhere from which Palestinians were cut off. To any of my somewhat regular critics who are now getting ready to hit that comment button and accuse me of unfairly criticizing Israel, followed by the standard repertoire of tired nonsensical phrases, I will preemptively respond, “I will stop when the Israelis stop killing children and then blaming their victims for the atrocities they themselves commit.” Fair enough?

Getting back to topic, and to ponder solutions, instead of just detailing agendas and nefarious realities, any [New World] Order or “shape of things to come” relies on one crucial element, aside from us arriving at the forge by hook or crook. Unlike non-sentient [for the sake of this discussion] raw materials , we must consent to being molded. Whether we ignorantly race headlong to the anvil, or back into it for fear of the consequences of not doing so, we are doing so consensually.

Hence, to frame this discussion in the proper context, I am including a video I made to the song Big Brother by Hazel O’Connor [must hear if unfamiliar]. The solution[s] are the minor rebellions; those I feel are the real “final revolution:” {*7}

Hazel was reaching deep into the universal mind within this album [if you enjoyed the song, here’s an amazing live performance]. Should I have time, I may look into Breaking Glass (movie too) further. She was part of a unique time in music history, when the last (some may argue ONLY) major grass-roots rebellion took place. I may have to devote some time to the topic a later day, but the music of that period, is among the most lyrically poetic and incisive ever, true rebellion in the making.

The industry was caught flat-footed, and had to readjust, consolidate and seize control again. I believe Malcolm Mclaren’s (another MM) Sex Pistols were part of that effort to commercialize and trivialize. Unless the masses (or mASSES I recall some synchronaut saying recently), reject ALL of the music industry’s offerings (as I implied in the video), I can’t see another musical revolution happening again.

For those who refuse to acknowledge the system of control, I will add that it’s not some grand conspiracy in the making. It’s actually quite simple. Industry consolidation has left few outlets (outside a minor window of opportunity via the internet, one that will likely be closed/trivialized in due time). The people working in the upper echelons of the record companies are just mindless repeaters of what they believe they’ve learned from their training/experience. Their ego tells them they have a bead on the pulse of the youth’s tastes, and are putting out product to meet that taste and make money. They are too ignorant to realize that another division of their own company is dictating to the youth what their taste is.

All it takes is a few key people, in a few key places, to tell the sycophants around them “what time it is” (to borrow a tired phrase). There is no proverbial “creme” rising to the top. It’s more like a toilet bowl where the shit floats to the top. The headline music acts of our day are not part of some grand plan to destroy music or the minds of our youth [though, Jay-Z may be an exception to this). They are the natural results of the physics of water being denser than shite. I imagine about six years ago, the following took place within the halls of some record conglomerate:

Unknown Artist: “My songs are about the oppression of the self. I write about the hypocrisy of conforming to a world that devalues the human spirit. I also write about how every time a true black leader arises, the system cuts him down and gives us a soulless materialistic Uncle Tom for a substitute.

Record Company: “Next.”

50Cent: “Yo! Wass up dog!!! WAZ UP!!! I writes songs about booty, hoes and coochie … i like the coochie … yez, and i also got some songs about slapping bitches and shootin nigga’s … and uh, uh, uh, sometimes I writes about titties too.”

Record Company: “Baby, we’re gonna make you a star!”

Simple automation. Big Brother not required. Speaking of, 1984 transferred fairly well to the big screen in Michael Radford’s adaption Nineteen Eighty-Four (1984), though I found Terry Gilliam’s Brazil (1985) to be the most impressive interpretation to date. The question most pressing is, why has there, to date (as far as I’m aware), not been a big-screen adaptation of Brave New World? The below poster from Huxley’s radio broadcast does imply/give-away volumes though, no?

There was a lame made-for-television version put out in 1998, featuring future “Adam” Peter Gallagher and Kabbalist Leonard Nimoy, and superior (in comparison, yet campy) made-for-television version in 1980 (worth a view for humor and sync value if you can find it). I think I can safely say why there has not been a major adaptation of Huxley’s novel yet. Because, if you wanna see what that Brave New World looks like, all you need to do is walk outside your house or tune into any of the “reality” shows on television.

It is because we are already living in the Brave New World. It has been and continues to be built up all around us, and no one is obligated to flat-out tell the masses of sheep about it. Though, hints do abound for those who strive to see above the level of the “profane,” and those willing to trust their feelings over their ego. As Hazel O’Connor laments in yet another incisive song from Breaking Glass, “Have you seen the writing on the wall? The shape of things to come.”

I think we/I have spent enough time looking at the hammer. The only other thing I feel the need to mention is that when you hammer an object without bracing it against the anvil, lacking the force of resistance, the material hammered will move and react according to its nature. That, is not permitted. There is no room for “nature” in the new society being forged.

Next, I’ll be taking a deep look at the omnipresent “inevitable” [or so they’d like us to think] immovable anvil. O brave new world, that has such people in it. I suggest you bring a vomit bag along.

 

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*1: In case anyone is unaware the Reagan assassination attempt was effectively a minor coup d’é·tat, transferring control of the Reagan white house over to Skull & Bonesman, CIA “company man” George Bush Senior. You can read some of the details here. Reagan had actually started looking at how the government functioned, where the funds went in his early days in office and that had to stop. Hence, the coup was likely sanctioned, and Reagan was properly reminded he was in charge of nothing.

Also worthy of consideration: after following orders and bringing about an end to the Soviet experiment, Mikhail Gorbachev moved into his office at the Presidio, former top-secret military base, and now alleged to be a “globalist” kettle. [LB]

*2: One facet of American culture I found particularly disgusting upon returning to these shores, is how the masses have been brain-washed into dining at chain restaurants, instead of supporting independent restaurants. In some parts of the country, it is near impossible to find that latter. How does one convince the public that knowing what you’re getting and inferior ingredients are better than experimentation and supporting one’s neighbor? Never underestimate the power of the machine. [LB]

*3: Outside of the conspiratorial implications, there seems to be a deeply occult synchronicity (alternately, ritual) to his dying in Atlantis, and him being 6*3 years old, hence 666. [LB]

*4: In a humorous bit of timing, at a recent social function, I met someone who worked for one of the agencies investigating the anthrax case. Stern frowns and kicks under the table, kept me quiet on the topic, but said person expressed interested in my blog. Thus, if you are reading this, I present you with Crime Solving Tip 101: Ask the question, “Who benefits?” 90% of the time, that person is also the perpetrator of the crime. [LB]

*5: I had at one time, included the subsequent image of Jenna changing into her bathing suit, but thought the better of it. Wouldn’t want to risk getting on Osama bin Laden’s bad side and receiving a strongly worded missive of my own. If you really want to see Jenna’s, er, “bush,” it shouldn’t be too hard to find using Google. [LB]

*6: Per IMDB, an actress named Margery Mason played Marjorie Mason in The Wall. Also worth noting, is that the film starred BoB Geldoff, who as I and Ben at Pseudo-occult Media have pointed out, “chose” to name his daughters Pixie and Peaches. [LB]

*7: I’m parodying Huxley’s “final revolution” in his Tavistock speech I feature in They Live, We Sleep (II) video. What he means is my antithesis: “brainwashing enhanced by pharmacological methods.” [LB]

~ by celticrebel on November 20, 2008.