https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lana8wLXp0o
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ayU_E9vyOUQ

Owen Benjamin does an in-depth analysis of Steven Spielberg and his career in this Youtube documentary. It is eye-opening, shocking, and revealing. As one viewer commented: “I feel like my whole childhood was a lie. Seriously. All the media I loved I now despise.”
Owen Benjamin is a comedian, pianist and actor from Fulton, New York. He has a Youtube channel with 228K subscribers.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZTC0lWWjhFg
Indiana Jones was an abusive creep (but he was almost much worse)
Ben Kuchera at Polygon, a gaming and entertainment website, felt compelled to write an article about the same topic a couple of years ago. A couple of creepy dialogues- one from the movie, and one between the directors discussing the ‘relationship’ between Indiana Jones and Marion- are included:
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The director’s discussing the relationship:
Lawrence Kasdan: I like it if they already had a relationship at one point. Because then you don’t have to build it.
George Lucas: I was thinking that this old guy could have been his mentor. He could have known this little girl when she was just a kid. Had an affair with her when she was eleven.
Kasdan: And he was forty-two.
Lucas: He hasn’t seen her in twelve years. Now she’s twenty-two. It’s a real strange relationship.
Spielberg: She had better be older than twenty-two.
Lucas: He’s thirty-five, and he knew her ten years ago when he was twenty-five and she was only twelve.
Lucas: It would be amusing to make her slightly young at the time.
Spielberg: And promiscuous. She came onto him.
Lucas: Fifteen is right on the edge. I know it’s an outrageous idea, but it is interesting. Once she’s sixteen or seventeen it’s not interesting anymore. But if she was fifteen and he was twenty-five and they actually had an affair the last time they met. And she was madly in love with him and he…
Spielberg: She has pictures of him.

God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change; courage to change the things I can; and wisdom to know the difference.
The “Serenity Prayer” is a cornerstone of Alcoholics Anonymous. The most important lesson for the alcoholic in the prayer is the realization that the only thing you can change, is yourself.
There are three principles in the prayer that are related to change- acceptance, courage, and wisdom.
Accepting that there are things we cannot change is not easy. We want to change people, history, the world… but we really can’t, and who is to say we should?
I let Bill Clinton ruin my life. Everyday I would become enraged by something he said, outraged by some action he took. I would rage in every direction, hopelessly and helplessly afflicted by Slick Willie. One day I realized that Bill Clinton was not trying to torment me; he had no idea who I was, and likely never would. And he certainly didn’t care or even know the angst I felt. I was giving a person who didn’t even know I existed, great power over my life.
I had to accept there was nothing I could do about Bill Clinton. If Bill Clinton was causing such emotional turmoil in my life, I had nobody to blame but me. It was me, not Bill Clinton that could change that.
Courage to change the things I can-me- can be hard. First we have to accept we need to change. This is made easier by understanding what we can’t change- everything else. You can’t change the weather, you have no influence over the powers that be, you cannot force people to do what you want them to- and should you even if you could?
Wisdom to know the difference. Understanding our part in things is the key. If we blame our problems on things outside of ourselves- co-workers, the government, society- we give up our power to change things. If co-workers are the cause of your problems, then you are dependent on them to change. It is likely they won’t.
Thus you have to accept your part- how you let them affect you- to find change. Courage to change requires the conviction to own and change those things. Wisdom to know the difference becomes easy after that.
If you want others to change, show them how. Be a light in darkness, a friend in tines of need, a person that people want to emulate. When you do that, you will realize you don’t need to change a thing.
Trump is the subject of an old TV show from the 1950s that eerily enough is about a man who wants to build a wall to protect the people of a fictional frontier town from being hit by an asteroid.

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The TV show called Trackdown, starred well-known actor Robert Culp. The show was a Western and is about the adventures of a Texas Ranger named Hoby Gilman after the Civil War.
In one episode called “The End of the World” (1958) a strange doomsayer named Walter Trump comes to town. He is a confidence man, and puts on a long robe and holds a tent meeting in the town of Talpa. He scares the townsfolk with talk that a cosmic explosion of an asteroid will rain fire on the town and that he is the only one that can save them from death- by building a wall. He also threatens to sue Hoby when accused of dishonesty.
Ranger Hoby Gilman attempts to prove Trump is a fraud. By the end of the episode, he is arrested as a conman and fraud. – https://www.groundzeromedia.org/1-8-19-mobius-barrier-the-plus-ultra-paradox/


Have you heard of the book Travels and Adventures of Little Baron Trump and His Wonderful Dog Bulger? It is the first novel in a sci-fi/fantasy adventure series loosely based upon the son of President Trump.
It was published in 1890.
The astounding parallels in this series to real life not only caught the attention of conspiracy theorists and paranormal commentators alike, but was even noticed by Newsweek magazine in July 2017:
Newsweek: Did an author from the 1800’s predict the Trump’s and America’s downfall?
The author, Ingersoll Lockwood, also wrote another book with the Baron Trump character in 1893- Baron Trump’s Marvellous Underground Journey.
You can read them in full here from archive.org:
Travels and Adventures of Little Baron Trump and his Wonderful Dog Bulger
Baron Trump’s Marvellous Underground Journey
from the Newsweek article:
Baron Trump, an aristocratically wealthy young man living in Castle Trump, is the protagonist of Lockwood’s first two fictional novels, Travels and Adventures of Little Baron Trump and His Wonderful Dog Bulger and Baron Trump’s Marvelous Underground Journey. The little boy, who has an unending imagination and “a very active brain,” is bored of the luxurious lifestyle he has grown so accustomed to. Trump’s adventures begin in Russia, and are guided thanks to directions provided by “the master of all masters,” a man named “Don.”
Before leaving for his voyage through the unknown, Trump is told of his family’s motto: “The pathway to glory is strewn with pitfalls and dangers.” Illustrations from the novels depict Trump dressed in lavish, old-fashioned clothing and jewelry as he departs from Castle Trump and begins his voyage, heading to Russia to locate an entrance into alternate dimensions.

But by Lockwood’s third novel, The Last President, things become even more eerily linked to the present day. The Last President doesn’t follow the same fictional narrative of Lockwood’s previous novels, though the links to Trump are once again abundantly clear. The president’s hometown of New York City is fearing the collapse of the republic in this book, also titled 1900, immediately following the transition of presidential power. Some Americans begin forming a resistance, protesting what was seen as a corrupt and unethical election process.
The story begins with a scene from a panicked New York City in early November, describing a “state of uproar” after the election of an enormously opposed outsider candidate.
“The entire East Side is in a state of uproar,” police officers shouted through the streets, warning city folk to stay indoors for the night. “Mobs of vast size are organizing under the lead of anarchists and socialists, and threaten to plunder and despoil the houses of the rich who have wronged and oppressed them for so many years.”
“The Fifth Avenue Hotel will be the first to feel the fury of the mob,” the novel continues, citing an address in New York City where Trump Tower now stands. “Would the troops be there in time to save it?”
By the way, Trump Tower is located on 725 5th Ave, in New York.
A few days after Nikola Tesla died on January 8th, 1943, his possessions were seized by officials from the amazingly-named government Office of Alien Property. About 3 weeks after that, all of Tesla’s things and documents were given a thorough examination by a group of FBI agents that included none other than John G. Trump, the uncle of President Trump. (https://www.groundzeromedia.org/1-8-19-mobius-barrier-the-plus-ultra-paradox/)
Did Tesla invent a time-machine? Maybe “Don” has it now.

All the lonely people, where do they all come from?

these are all computer images
From a computer. This is scary cool stuff. Puts a whole new twist on that old “is it live? or is it Memorex?”
This technology isn’t limited to human faces:

none of these are real
Here’s the video from Nvidia that shows how they do it:
Nvidia’s Scary AI Generates Humans That Look 100% Real

ghosts in the machine
an informative documentary on the new world order for those who wonder exactly what it is:
We have a little pond in our backyard. During the summer, it will dry out and I will clean the debris out of the bottom. A couple of months ago, I noticed it was almost dry. As I checked it, I noticed there were some tadpoles in the little pool that was left. Judging by the thin layer of water and how hot it was, I thought ‘well looks like today is the day tadpoles.’
Just as I was turning away, something caught my eye. I looked down into the puddle and saw two tadpoles next to each other. As I watched, one of them would swim away in a circle, then come up behind the other one and bump him. Then, the other one would take off, loop around, and come up behind the other one and bump him back.
The tadpoles were playing tag.
And it affected me deeply. I went and got the water hose, and that day and everyday for the next couple of weeks, til it rained, I kept a little water in the hole. For life.
I remember once hearing Clyde Lewis on his radio show talking about the salt on snail trick kids try out. If you pour salt on a slug or snail, it dissolves them. He poured salt on a snail, and he said the snail turned and looked at him, like ‘why did you do that?’
He said he felt terrible, like a big jerk. For taking a life.
All squishy for squishy things. What gives? I think it is the sanctity of life. All of us have that spark, the breath of life. Everything is connected, living in the power of the Creator. We are all kin, all creatures great and small with that same force, that same power, that same love.
If you feel that love, live in it, you will reverence and appreciate the Life in all things.
Have you ever heard about the various animal therapy programs? The connection between the living things, the power of the love that comes from the life is healing. Everything God put here is to teach us how to love.
And then you learn, what you give is what you get.
My despair over the tadpoles was amusing to my wife. It got me to pondering- little tadpoles did.
I wonder if the tadpoles weren’t really playing tag, but trying to get my attention. Desperately trying to be noticed- so that their plight might be revealed.
I know they are just tadpoles that had no idea the water was almost gone. But I like to think something else- that the tadpoles called out for help, they prayed for a miracle.
“Good Master, have mercy on us here. Please send water lest we die.”
That’s what I like to think.

When I was a child, I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye
I turned to look but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
The child is grown, the dream is gone
And I have become, comfortably numb. -Roger Waters in Comfortably Numb

I like the way a surreal experience we all have is described in that song. A fleeting glimpse. Have you ever had one?
One time, for a second, I could comprehend eternity. It was a fleeting glimpse of forever.
And then, it was gone. I remember the experience, but not what I saw and felt in that millisecond- the flash of enlightenment. But I was changed. I can’t explain- that knowledge and experience was added to me in a way that it became a part of me. I never saw it again, but I don’t need to because now I know it.
Does that make any sense?
Epiphanies, inspiration, dreams, ESP, a bolt from the blue, revelation, deja vu, visions, premonitions. Pierce the veil. There are many words and descriptions for the phenomenon that involves some sort of communication with the beyond.
Many of us pray. That is one side of what should be a two-way communication. Those dreams and inspirations are the other side coming back at you.
It is spirit talking to spirit. In that moment, you hear it and receive it, and then you know it and understand it.
There used to be a conceptualization of the Spirit being like a radio station. You get in touch with God by turning your radio on.
God speaks to you always. It takes patience, faith, and practice to hear it. It takes belief and understanding.
And discernment.
Just like on the radio, there are other stations besides the God station on the radio.
Find God on your radio and leave it there. You don’t need to hear anything else.
If you listen to FM K666, you might start to like it. Too much.
God’s fleeting glimpses are better.

Go old-school. Get in touch with God- turn you radio on: