My early teenage years were during the beginning of the hippie movement, when the youth spent much of their time listening to music. I was listening to the Beatles on the radio in Germany a few years before they became popular in North America in 1966, on the Ed Sullivan Show. This was watched by 73 million people and I watched it as well. It was actually pre-recorded and they were lip-synching in front of a hired audience of young girls, who were instructed to act so enthusiastic that some of them supposedly went unconscious.
The Beatles on The Ed Sullivan Show
I learned more recently that the Beatles didn’t write much of their music. And as their manager admitted, didn’t play some of it. They didn’t perform in public after their North American tour. Paul McCartney apparently died along the way, and was replaced by a look-alike actor, who was noticeably of a different height. His name was Billy Shears, from what I remember, and they mentioned his name on the Sgt. Pepper album. The line in the song went: “May I introduce to you, The one and only Billy Shears! And Sgt. Pepper's lonely hearts club band”.
The Intelligence agencies, including Military Intelligence, had their hands all over the beginning of the “counter culture” music. Much of it was located in Laurel Canyon in L.A. where Frank Zappa, The Doors, The Byrds, Crosby, Stills, Nash, Young and many others hung out. Many of their families had roles in the military agencies. Jim Morrison’s dad was the Navy commander, who instigated the hoaxed Gulf of Tonkin incident that got the US military to immerse itself in the Vietnam War.
Jim Morrison, by the way, publicly said that he had never played an instrument, or written a piece of music, before they formed the Doors and churned out 5 albums within a few years. Almost every song was a hit and Jim Morrison supposedly penned it all. Yeah right. He faked his death right after and disappeared as did so many other “musicians”. They called it the 27 club, because so many chose or were asked to exit at that age after playing their role. This included Brian Jones, Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin, Jim Morrison, Alan Wilson, Ronald McKernan, Dave Alexander, Pete Ham, Chris Bell, D. Boon, Mia Zapata, Kurt Cobain, Kristen Pfaff.
There were many other musicians who disappeared at other young ages, and the strong connection of their families to the intelligence agencies caused a lot of suspicion. Yes, some of these deaths may have been real, but suicides or accidental deaths are easy to fake for these agencies. They were even willing to sink their own ships with sailors on board to start wars.
Crosby, Stills, and Nash in Laurel Canyon
Jimi Hendrix, Michelle Phillips and ‘Mama’ Cass Elliot, hanging out in Laurel Canyon
Joni Mitchell, David Crosby and Eric Clapton, Cass Elliot’s House Laurel Canyon
Frank Zappa on a Tractor, Laurel Canyon, 1968, Photograph by Baron Wolman
Word was that Frank Zappa watched porn with his children and on the day when his 2 year old daughter drowned in the pool, he went to a party that evening. What the fuck!
All of this music period was intertwined with drugs and promotion of sexual freedom and wearing clothes with beads. Woodstock, which also had a lot of fakery about it, happened shortly after. All of a sudden, lots of young people, including myself, were swept up in the psychedelic experiment. Social engineering at its finest. Timothy Leary, a known CIA agent, told everyone to tune in and drop out. The CIA is still heavily invested in the drug supply coming into North America. They run the cartels, grow the opium supply in the middle east, supply the fentanyl and oxycontin market. Drugged and poisoned people are easy to manipulate.
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Don’t think for a second that the military and spy agencies have any interest in protecting us from other countries. All the countries are controlled by the same entities as the fakery of the last “pandemic” showed us. They were all in on it, as they are all in on the fakery of space travel, or the nuclear bomb hoax. Even Iran or North Korea. These are stories for another time, though.
This now takes me back to my interest in consciousness and the mind. After experimenting with psychedelics for about a year, I stopped that completely and instead got motivated to learn Martial Arts, of the Chinese persuasion. My 2 teachers, at the school in Toronto’s chinatown reminded me of Laurel and Hardy, both in looks as well as personality, except they were orientals. One was thin and lanky, good with his feet. The other was like a brick outhouse, looking like one punch would be the end. He had huge hands.
I was going four times a week for 2 and a half hours each time and I was constantly working out at home too. This meant that all the alcohol drinking stopped. Pot smoking also ceased completely because pot makes you lazy and less motivated.
Strangely it was the drinking that motivated me to start training in martial arts. When I was 16 years old I took great pride in looking like I was 18. I was visiting, with my 2 years older brother, a small town in Ontario called Port Hope. We went with one of his friends to the local hotel bar to have a few beers. A drunk customer from another table stood in front of us and started mouthing off. Another local told him to stop harassing us, and like a flash, the whole place was fighting, but not with us. Tables getting overturned, the whole 9 yards. Someone brushed my metal-framed glasses off my face and they landed under a table. I was trying to retrieve them while the fight was going on above me. The cops quickly arrived, broke it up and started hauling people away.
After that escapade I realized that I didn’t have a clue on how to defend myself so my older brother and I signed up for a 1 year membership, at that martial arts club. He only lasted for a few months.
This is me later at the club that I taught at, where one year we peaked at 1200 students throughout southern Alberta, Canada. Of course with about 40 volunteer teachers helping.
Soon after I started martial arts, at the age of 17, I was employed in a provincial government job. I lied about my age, and when they made me a permanent employee, a year later they found out, but they just let it slide. Even though it was a full time job, I was only busy about 1 hour per day, so I read a lot. Books like Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance by Robert Pirsig, The Crack in the Cosmic Egg by Joseph Chilton Pearce and the Carlos Castaneda books. So after a few years, I decided to head to the wilderness of Mexico, in search of a mystical Don Juan character.
Part 2 coming soon…