Sunday, June 18, 2017

Kidney Pressure

My kidney pressure is building again... But as it turns out I was totally wrong on where my kidneys were. The doctor told me they were halfway up my back. Then she referenced my bone scan of 07-2016 and said that it was likely arthritis. Just what I need; another ailment to contend with.

I have been on an alien kick of late, reading "Alien Agenda" by Jim Marrs, after reading "The US Navy's Secret Space Program and Nordic Extraterrestrial Alliance" by Michael E. Salla. Both recommended.

Of interest and mentioned in "Alien Agenda", a foremost astrophysicist, though controversial in his day, Sir Fred Hoyle, said this at a 1971 news conference;
"human beings are simply pawns in a game of alien minds that control our every move. They are everywhere in the sky, on the sea, in the earth.... it is not an alien intelligence from another planet. It is actually from another universe which entered ours at the very beginning and has been controlling all that happened ever since".
Elsewhere, on the web, I get this similar quote from the same time. On May 10, 1971, the noted British Astrophysicist and Astronomer, Sir Fred Hoyle called a news conference and made the following, startling announcement:
“human beings are simply pawns in a great game, being played by alien minds, which control mankind’s every move… These alien minds come from another universe, one with five dimensions… These super-intelligent entities are so different from us that to apprehend them or to describe them in human terms, is impossible… They have been here for countless eons and they have probably controlled the evolution of Homo-sapiens. All of what man has built and become was accomplished because of the ‘tinkering’ of these intelligent forces.”
I don't believe that Sir Fred Hoyle divulged his sources, but the best that I can make out is that he evaluated the complexity of life and determined it could not of evolved from a primordial soup, even if charged with primitive DNA. As to how he concluded that we are all "alien pawns", and were are here as a result of "alien tinkering" I don't believe he explained it at the time, though perhaps obliquely in his many books. Interestingly, in addition to his scholarly articles, he wrote science fiction, which in my finding is a cover for the aliens to  reveal their activities; e.g. Star Trek, Twin Peaks, X Files. So the question remains; how did he know and from whom did he receive this information, and how did he validate it so that he was willing to risk public scorn? Normally such public pronouncements would beget the "crazy" label and professional banishment. Not he; his knighthood was awarded in 1972, though he may have been snubbed for a later Nobel Prize. The Wikipedia precis is here. Wikipedia in its ever stultifying defence of the status quo, mentions that Sir Fred Hoyle's belief in the abiotic origins of oil and rejection of the "big bang" theory are not supported by his professional colleagues. That is because Sir Fred was 40 years ahead of everyone else, and Wikipedia still hasn't caught up.

From Truth Control, something similar from “The Gods of Eden”, by William Bramley, Avon Books, 1989.
“Human beings appear to be a slave race languishing on an isolated planet in a small galaxy. As such, the human race was once a source of labor for an extraterrestrial civilization and still remains a possession today. To keep control over its possession and to maintain Earth as something of a prison, that other civilization has bred never-ending conflict between human beings, has promoted spiritual decay, and has erected on Earth conditions of unremitting physical hardship. This situation has existed for thousands of years and it continues today.”
Again, I find it interesting that the concept of "Prison Planet" has been floated by someone who claims to have done their research.

Onto the prosaic; forced spilling stunts, this time in the kitchen; I shook up the pomegranate juice over the sink with the lid on, and lo, the lid was askew, and the juice came out of the container and spilled in the sink when shaking it up. I was screaming enraged over this obvious jerkaround.

Then once I had cleaned up the mess  and poured 250ml of pomegranate juice in a glass, and then mixed in an supplement powder and stirred it up, the assholes yanked the glass from my hand, and dumped the glass and its contents into the sink. I was screaming rage-ified over that extra obvious stunt. More mess to clean up. And what was the purpose of that? To test pomegranate juice from the bottle into the sink, and another round from my glass, albeit with the supplement in it. The perps are fucking crazy about things going down the sink; even floating items are difficult to chase down the drain.

Yoga tonight, just three yogis for hot yoga on a hot day. I am definitely losing my mojo; it is not as much fun and am borderline dragging my ass. Well done perps; you take away my useful testosterone Rx in 2016 and going back 15 years, my dopamine. Both work together for motivation and better mood, and you assholes have taken both of them away after it took decades to get to the bottom of the problem. Four shrinks blew me off about not having ADD and when I got a SPECT scan, it came back as ADD, exactly as I called it. Needless to say, shrinks are the establishment of the Liars' Club in my opinion.

Vineyard shoot thinning all day today, the weather sunny, but around 24C, not too hot. A big aircraft day (20+), as in aerial stalking. On its second pass, the aerial fire fighting tanker must of been 200' over the vineyard, making its second turn of the day. Other fixed wing aircraft made multiple passes, one being a two engine propeller aircraft that also makes regular noise runs overhead at my residence. And plenty of helicopter variety today; EC 135, EC120, Bell 206, a larger Bell, and a few others. No gyrocopter though,- a once per three week event at best.

Another day of shoot thinning in the vineyard all day. A helicopter came to the pad for a wine tasting tour. We were about 100m away, far enough to avoid any sandstorm from the down wash of the rotors. It was the glossy black and blue Bell 206 (Jet Ranger) again, the same model of helicopter that I flew in for two months some decades ago on a summer forestry job. That model of helicopter is very popular in W North America for whatever reason, long before the AStar came along. I see the 206 is being replaced by a composite body model, the Bell 505X, just recently certified. After being around Bell 206 and 206L helicopters since 1971 in summer jobs (cargo loading, as a passenger), I don't expect them to go away anytime soon, as they are such a venerable flying machine. As to why the perps find helicopters such interesting aerial stalking vehicles I do not know. I noticed today they followed the 206 with a biz jet within a minute of its departure, heading the same direction. They like doing aerial "follow-ons", rotary wing, then fixed wing or vice versa.

A urologist's appointment at 0915h, so beforehand I got my driver's license renewed, a $75 hit, up $25 from last time. No wonder we have a minority government in BC now. I went to Starbucks to kill time before the appointment and lo, if the construction babe from the house building job next to my employer's vineyard didn't "happen" to be there. I didn't have time to say more than "hello" as her name got called for her order and I was heading out anyhow. She looks even better close up, and I did see her by "chance" a month ago when I was traversing between a grocery store and the auto repair shop. In both circumstances she was visible before I actually met her face to face. (Before meeting her today, he traversed past me at my table on her way to the washroom and back.) Another fine coincidence, two for two on "pre-meeting" face-to-face engagements.

The urologist visit was the expected futility over any dopaminergic treatment options; no peer reviewed literature he says. I am stuck in "anecdote land", the automatic disparaging term doctors give to patients that don't fit the predetermined profiles the research machine has supplied to the medical profession. How can one call it health care when the system is hidebound by precedent?

Saturday, and I worked at the alternate vineyard, same as last week. After I work tomorrow, that will be three weeks of non-stop work

Two Bell 206 helicopter visitations to a nearby winery, maybe 1km away at most, as I could hear the engine rpm variation as it shut down and started up later. On the second pass it was some 200' above terrain, nearly overhead.

Just finished "My Secret Sister", a gut-wrencher of a book (though with a happy ending) if one has experienced parental abuse. I have, but not to the level one co-author experienced. They were twins and separated at birth; one adopted out and the other kept in an abusive situation. And while the father could be intensively abusive, if not strange, the mother was rather unhelpful and unsupportive. The sister that was adopted out was in a very happy and supportive family. Both were raised as single children, no sisters or brothers. And the lies that were kept to support this ran through the family, and even to cousins who knew but didn't say anything.

Family lies; don't I know that one too. The First Feral Family knew I was a human nonconsensual experimentation subject and kept it secret for 47 years, and then knew 6 years beforehand that this intensified abuse was coming down in 04-2002.  (Abuse made known to me after 47 years of being set up and messed with covertly). I will never forgive the assholes for that, ever.

One chapter in the book "My Secret Sister" is titled, "Too Many Coincidences"; a common perp theme in this ongoing Fuckover at the hands of the Psychopathic Confederacy. Which made me wonder if the perps didn't orchestrate the separation of the sisters in the above story, put one through childhood hell (and then some), and the other had a relatively normal upbringing and went onto success as a professional golfer. Speculative to be sure, but it does all make we wonder, especially in keeping with the above quotes about humans being kept on this here planet. And too, how could the medical authorities of the day (about 1948-1950 in the UK) call a twin birth "normal" in the record and further note, "infant breastfeeding", "child adopted" in an ambiguous reference to each child from a twin birth? Reprehensible to say the least, and of course, feeding my ever increasing loathing of the medical profession (if that), and pondering if they too aren't in on this arranged Fuckover scene to some extent.

Vineyard work this Sunday, keeping going to pay the bills as it seems I just never have enough with manual laboring jobs. And then I get hit with expensive vehicle repairs, e.g. the power steering pump and the sensor switch of three weeks ago.

Just when I put on my headphones to listen to music while shoot thinning, why, the rain started up. Enough to send me back to put them away in the vehicle for the remainder of the day. Well done; more music listening sabotage.

Another Bell 206 helicopter visitation, this time a two tone brown one some 300' above terrain. Where do they dig these helicopter colors from; but given the attention they devote to vehicle colors around me, why would I be surprised?

And speaking of surprises, my daughter phoned on Father's Day, though her card didn't make it in time.

My efforts to combat prostate cancer  have taken a downturn. I haven't done squat in two weeks, since the test result. I wonder why?

Anyhow, enough news for the week to get this posted.