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Wednesday, February 10, 2016

Victorians in our Midst


Reprinted from Canadian Content:

I first discovered that Margaret Atwood and George Eliot are identical twins while visiting UCLA'S William F. Clark Library, in Los Angeles. Headed by an old acquaintance from Montreal, Bruce Whiteman, who used to be curator of Rare Books at McGill University, the Clark Library houses the world's largest private collection of Oscar Wilde manuscripts. While taking me on a tour of the building, Bruce showed me a room filled with portraits of Wilde's contemporaries and predecessors, including Dryden, Pope and Milton. Dwarfed by these likenesses of male literary giants hangs a tiny pen and ink sketch of Mary Ann Evans, known to the world as George Eliot. To my astonishment, I saw that it was the face of Margaret Atwood.

I motioned Bruce over to have a look. He said, "My God -- you're right!" Apart from the hairstyle (Eliot wore her dark unruly curls in the Puritan style, pulled back from a centre part to cover her ears), the resemblance was staggering. The same wide- apart, slightly crossed eyes, the aquiline nose, the full lipped Mona Lisa smile, the cheekbones, the rounded chin... Young George Eliot was Atwood in Victorian dress.

I recalled an interview I'd read a year or two before, in which Atwood confided that the only novelist she would claim as a major influence (apart from Dickens) is George Eliot.

Could Atwood be a continuation of George Eliot who -- after death -- chose Toronto as the best environment to continue her career? Canadian poet and novelist Robert Kroetsch once pointed out that Canadian Literature went from its Victorian stage into post- modernism with no intervening period of modernism. Atwood's career is emblematic. She attended the University of Toronto's Victoria College and got her first teaching job in Montreal in 1967, teaching Victorian and American Literature. In the 70's she rose to fame as Canada's premier woman writer.

Hot on the heels of discovering that Margaret Atwood was George Eliot in a past life, I stumbled across a portrait of Eliot's friend and mentor, John Chapman, in Frederick R. Karl's biography of George Eliot, Voice of a Century.

Bearded, handsome, sexy in a patrician kind of way, Chapman ran a lodging house cum publishing operation on the Strand in central London. Chapman was editor of the Westminster Review and a dead ringer for the late Robertson Davies.

Like Davies in his varied career as a journalist, playwright, editor and university man, Chapman was known for his egotistical manner and way with the ladies. Separated by an ocean and a century, he and Robertson Davies look as much alike as Eliot and Atwood.

Chapman introduced the young Eliot to British intellectual life in the early 1850s. In Toronto during the 1980's and '90s, Davies and Atwood teamed up in public, sometimes appearing as a neo-Victorian literary duo, and even going so far as to sing a duet of "Anything You Can Do, I Can Do Better" at a PEN gala in 1992.

Flipping through Karl's biography, I found an 1859 photo of Eliot's long time companion, George Henry Lewes, whose reputation as a novelist has been overshadowed by that of his famous life partner. There's no mistaking his resemblance to Graeme Gibson, Atwood's husband in this lifetime, whose most recent novel was err, ah...

Eliot and Lewes socialized with Robert Browning, and frequently dropped in at Dante Gabriel Rossetti's studio on fashionable Cheyne Walk in Chelsea. After Lewes' death, Eliot married James Walter Cross and the couple moved in to number 4 Cheyne Walk, almost next door to Rossetti -- which made them, in a way, neighbours of Henry VIII (whose 16th century manor house stood at the corner).

If, during the 1970s, Atwood and Gibson had decided to love back to their former Thames-side digs, they would have had to put up with the new kid on the block, Mick Jagger.

Jagger bears a haunting likeness to a second-millennium BC pharaoh, Amenhotep IV -- but that's another story.

parts of this work have appeared in Geist and Matrix magazines

Tuesday, February 2, 2016

BLACKENED


A very strange year, 1969. I'm surprised I can even remember back that far, but the release of Ninth Floor - which I still haven't seen - by the NFB has triggered memories that I'm now sorting through. See, I was there when it all happened.

When the Computer Centre Crisis began with the occupation of the ninth floor of Sir George Williams University, I was 17 and also the "news editor" of the student newspaper, the georgian.

The georgian office was on the sixth floor at the south-east corner of the downtown cube some people called the "air conditioned nightmare." When I wasn't going to classes, I spent most of my time there -- a short escalator ride down from the seventh-floor cafeteria and all the action. In a way, I grew up in the georgian office, during the crisis and afterwards. I even lost my virginity there -- in more ways than one.

Of all the events I have witnessed in my life, this was one of the most traumatic. After it was over, punishment came down on all the participants. Names were blackened, lives wrecked, and some fine journalists never worked again in journalism. In the aftermath, everyone tried hard to forget and put it behind us.

The following year, drugs flooded the campus and the georgian office -- and even more memories were swept away. It was 1969, and our minds were being blown, almost daily, in overt and hidden ways.

Ninth Floor by Mina Shum, National Film Board of Canada

But seeing that Ninth Floor trailer brings it all back, and once again I'm in that classroom auditorium (room H-110) listening to the speeches and grievances of black students demanding justice. I'm with Alan Zweig, the advertising editor, taking notes. We are waiting for something to happen. We know something will. After two hours, it comes in the form of a call to occupy the Ninth Floor. From my seat in the middle row, I watch as students, mostly black, with some whites joining them, fist raised, file up the aisle and out the exit. Four hundred of them. The occupation begins. It will last for two weeks, and end in a mysterious fire and a lot of wreckage, including of the two state-of-the-art computers.

Then Alan and I go upstairs to write up the story for tomorrow's georgian. It's a cold night in late January. Tomorrow will be the beginning of a long, slow siege.

Also that February, David Bowie would begin recording Space Oddity months ahead of the Apollo 11 Moon Landing on July 20. Also that summer, Brian Jones would drown in his own swimming pool. It was the summer of Charles Manson and the Sharon Tate murders. And would be followed by the winter of the Altamont Festival and the Stones' deadly performance of Sympathy for the Devil.

1969 The year we were told everything was about to change for the worse. What we're finding out, all these years later, is that some of these "mind-blowing" events were outright hoaxes. Not one was what it seemed at the time.

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One of the people 'blackened' by his involvement in the computer centre affair, and by the stand he took at the time, was the georgian's Editor-in-Chief David Bowman. Interestingly, he has the same name as the astronaut in Stanley Kubrick's 2001: A Space Odyssey, which was the inspiration for David Bowie's 1969 song.

David Bowman, a thin wiry ultra-white 23-year-old whose British accent and pale blond Afro set him apart from the rest of the georgian crew, was a clear-thinking, principled guy. As editor, he came out strongly and never wavered in his support of the black students in their demands for an investigation into charges of racism against their Biology professor.

He and other journalists at the georgian were aware that Principal John O'Brien's administration had mishandled the case, and were not being straight with the students. These suspicions came to a head in a controversial letter allegedly written by someone in the Dean's office, suggesting that the occupation could be ended by "breaking a few windows" and calling in the cops to eject the occupiers. That is, by faking a riot.

In the days leading up to the final explosion of February 11, Bowman and others, including former georgian editor Frank Brayton and some journalists from the McGill Daily, attempted to leak this damning letter which exposed the administration as planning what today we might call a 'false flag.' But before the story could get out and embarrass the Dean and the university, Bowman and Brayton were accused of having fabricated the letter as a 'hoax' -- and soon after, the 'riot' exploded.

The following day, February 12, the entire staff of the georgian were fired by the administration, with support from the student council. Dave Bowman disappeared -- I'm not sure I ever saw him again. In the summer of 1975, I ran into Frank Brayton while I was visiting Vancouver. Recognizing me after six years, he said "We all come here to lick our wounds." I don't know what became of him afterwards. Though gifted and charismatic, he always struck me as too sensitive for a profession where sociopathic personalities rise to the top.

So in mid-February 1969 I ended my short (three-month) career as News Editor of the georgian, Canada's most radical student paper at the time, or at least a close second to the McGill Daily, then headed by the team of Marc Starowicz and Mark Wilson. Actually, as I recall, I was more of a proofreader/intern, and Alan Zweig was the real news editor. He showed me the ropes, giving me taxi chits so I could travel back and forth from the printers, late at night, where he and others sometimes came to do layout. In those days, the georgian came out twice a week -- although it increased to four times a week during the height of the crisis and occupation.

I couldn't join the occupation since I was still living in the suburbs with my parents. All I saw of the riot was what everyone else saw who was standing on the street on Bishop Street that morning. Helmeted cops herded us onto the sidewalk, as computer cards rained down from the windows that, earlier, had been belching smoke from the mysterious fire that, to this day, remains a mystery. Why would occupying students set fire to their own barricade? For that matter, why would a group of them have invaded the cafeteria at 4:30 am on that fateful morning, overturning food machines and destroying furniture, as they blocked the stairwells in their ultimate takeover of several floors? Up to then, it had been a peaceful sit-in. What was the point of all that violence, while most of the 97 occupiers were upstairs sleeping?

I haven't seen Ninth Floor -- maybe it has answers to these questions. But even people who were there don't really know what happened, or who did it. How could the people on the ninth floor know what was going on down in the seventh-floor cafeteria? Or on the other side of their own barricade, for that matter? Nevertheless, all were arrested -- "white revolutionaries, Negroes, and ladies" as they were quaintly labeled -- and instantly branded as guilty criminals. "Why should we not throw the book at them?" the administration asked, with amazing confidence and self-righteousness, the very next day in the special issue evening students' newspaper. Awfully fast, when you come to think of it -- almost as if they had the presses ready to roll in the aftermath. Along with condemnation of the destruction came the blurred photos of the smashed computers, piled-up furniture and the famous lineup of arrested students with their hands up against the cinderblock wall.

On January 21, using questionable judgment, the georgian had run a front-page interview with a photo of black power leader Eldridge Cleaver, and the headline: STICK EM UP, MOTHERFUCKER - WE WANT WHAT'S OURS.

Who made that decision, I can't remember, but it certainly sent a message of cross-border escalation. This was no longer just about six students and their Biology grades at a second-rate university in a provincial city noted for mainly for its night life. Who was stoking the story, blowing it out of proportion, turning it into a race war in the making?

But now, the little details didn't matter. What mattered were the headlines. Shame, shame. The shock. The glare of international attention and condemnation. In any case, the staff of the only paper with an interest in investigating, had all been fired. We were in disgrace for supporting the 'rioters.'

From that moment on, we all began to dissociate. We were ripe for psychedelic takeover.

Monday, January 11, 2016

MKULTRA GIRRRRLS


Reportedly the now-famous photo of the little girl strapped down to a table under a sign saying STRAIN ALL URINE, first surfaced on a Japanese blog in 2008. I first saw it at Aangirfan blog, where it has been used repeatedly as an illustration of classified experiments done on children in the MKULTRA project.

When I first came across it in around 2010, I was shocked, as most people would be. I know children were subjected to this, and worse, by scientists funded by the CIA and governments. However I also questioned its authenticity. Where was the photo taken, and in what year? Who found it and how did they get hold of it? Does anyone know? Is it a real photo, from a real experiment, and if so, from which which program or MKULTRA subproject.

It's important to note that all records of experiments on children were destroyed by CIA chief Richard Helms in 1973. Although many victims have come forward recounting their experiences as children in this program, a huge effort has been made by all the institutions involved to hide or destroy any evidence, for obvious reasons. The biggest being, the possibility of a massive class action suit on behalf of the estimated hundreds of thousands of survivors.

Blogger and aerial photographer Ellen Atkin recently posted this image at her blog, alongside a photo of herself, possibly a school photo, in which she appears at "about eight years old in 1969". Give or take. So she stated, somewhere, but I recently learned Ellen is now 53 -- meaning she was born around 1963. Ellen, whose mother was a patient of the notorious MKULTRA psychiatrist Dr. Ewen Cameron, claimed in a recent interview that she is the little girl in the experiment. I think there is no denying a certain physical resemblance. What's lacking are details to back it up, e.g. details about when and where this disturbing photo was taken.

It's harder to estimate the age of the girl in the experiment but she seems about the same age. However, based on the fact that MKULTRA ran from 1953-64, if the information in the caption is correct, this little girl would have been a lot older than Ellen. Even if she was 8 in 1964, in 1969 when Ellen says she was 8, but was really only 6, this MKULTRA chikd would have been 13. However, the copy I found on the internet is dated "1961" - so if she were 8 in 1961, by 1969 she would have been a teenager, at least 16.

Like other survivors I have spoken to, Ellen grew up on the Canada-US border, an area where many similar classified programs operated in the 1950s and 60s. I have met MKULTRA survivors - all women -- from that area of southern Ontario who claim they were trafficked across the border to laboratories and facilities in upstate New York, e.g. military bases with connections to Cornell University in Ithaca.

Joan Baez is a famous survivor of the Cornell mind control program. Another is the late Lynne Moss Sharman, whom I had the privilege of meeting and knowing briefly -- featured in a video posted at Aangirfan blog in 2008.

This is what a real survivor sounds like. She's not vying to be 'MKULTRA Girrrrl" -- the poster child in the photo.

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The typewritten caption pasted in next to the STRAIN ALL URINE sign reads: "Unidentified white female between the age of 8 and 10 years old. The subject underwent 6 months of treatment using heavy doses of LSD, electroshock and sensory deprivation. Experiments under codename MKULTRA about early 60s. Subjects memory was erased and her brain is that of a newborn baby."

I don't know the source of the typewritten information, and I haven't tried analyzing the typeface to see if it is from a typewriter of the period, but the last line ("her brain is that of a newborn baby") suggests it could be from her 1960s medical file. If it is from written records, why would her name and date of birth not be included, along with the nature of the treatment? Why would she be called an "unidentified white female between the ages of 8 and 10." Why would her country of origin also be a mystery?

To me, this is reason to question the authenticity of this photo, or at least it raises the same issues mentioned above, re: its original source. Another problem is that the angle of the photo and the mask covering the lower part of the face, make it difficult to accurately compare the two faces.

Who took the photo? My best guess is, it was snapped by a nurse or orderly. Reportedly, temporary workers were hired to feed the laboratory children -- and ordered never to speak about what they saw. Some were forced to flee for their own safety.

Finally, what happens to an 8 year old child after her mind is wiped to that of a newborn baby? In the case of adult patients of Dr Cameron and others, they returned home unable to function, needing to be retrained to eat and use a toilet. So, where did that little girl go with her newborn brain? She would not have returned to her Grade Three class, or posed for a normal-looking school photo, and her school records would show an absence of many months. More than likely that brain-wiped child would have need 24/7 care in an institution.

Many children in these experiments ended up dead. Some, allegedly, went on to become 'mind controlled operatives', 'sleeper agents' and 'super soldiers.' Chances are, things did not turn well for the anonymous girl in the photo, but we will probably never know.

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At about the same time this photo surfaced on the internet, I came into possession of a photo of a man in what appears to be a similar kind of experiment. This photo was captioned "McGill Hebb experiment, McGill 1951" and featured a man I suspect is Leonard Cohen. Some people disagree with me on that, but since Cohen also told me (and others including his ex-manager Kelley Lynch and her mother) he was in sensory isolation tanks in the MKULTRA program, and was an undergraduate at McGill in 1951, I think I'm justified in arguing it could very well be him.

I have another photo which someone sent me, which I believe is of Dr. Josef Mengele, in 1949, taken at a notorious Quebec City mental hospital where Duplessis orphans were incarcerated, abused, tortured and even killed in heinous medical experiments. For several reasons, I think it's Mengele -- but people at the Montreal Holocaust Centre laughed and shrugged when I showed them the image. In the first place it's too small for clear identification.

One person's photographic proof is someone else's cause for skepticism, or even ridicule.

In trying to prove that I, as a child, was taken to military bases and used in secret Cold War experiments, I've had to rely on all kinds of sources including:

my own fragmentary childhood memories

things I was told (and not told) by parents, relatives, and family friends as I was growing up

historical records that place my family and me at the centre of the MKULTRA project at McGill and around Montreal in the 1950s and 60s

a single file card (obtained with great difficulty from McGill's patient records department) stating my father was a Cameron patient in 1962

an emptied 'Psychiatry' file for me, dated 1955, i.e. age 3-4 which I was shown by McGill Records, but not allowed to keep. I was definitely hospitalized for 'Pneumonia' that winter, but no records exist for that hospitalisation during which my parents were told I 'nearly died.' By far the likeliest explanation is that my bout of pneumonia was the cover for slipping me into Dr. Cameron's secret LSD experiments on children, for which all records were later emptied, hidden, or destroyed.

my school records from 1958-59 (when I was in Second Grade) show I was absent for exactly 100 out of 200 school days) -- which was remarked on but never explained at the time. That was exactly when Cameron's subproject 68, involving drugs, hypnosis, ECT, and sensory isolation was at its height -- and there are CIA records to show that, which allude to "new research tools" he was using, probably children.

The following photos from our family album would appear to be about a year apart, possibly snapped en route to some kind of 'annual checkup.' I have been told that the destination was always a military base outside Montreal. It seems to me my parents were documenting these trips for some reason that they certainly never talked about to us while we were growing up.

In 2004-6, while I was piecing t,ogether my family's story I was contacted by a group of psychics who were able to locate and talk to murdered children in the spiritual world, interview them, and in one case even read their 1960 MKULTRA files hidden in the catacombs under the Allan Memorial Institute. In the case of one little girl, strapped for months in a chair with electrodes in her skull, I was able later to find birth and death records for her in the Montreal archives. She also appears in a drawing by survivor Carol Rutz who was in experiments at the Allan that same year, 1960.

I would be the first person to admit that the above list doesn't constitute proof in the legal sense and would probably not get me past the first interview with a lawyer -- and I have spoken about my case with Allan Stein, of Stein and Stein, who has successfully represented other survivors. He advised me not to pursue compensation, and showed me a thick file of letters he has received from dozens of people across Canada who were in programs similar to the most infamous one at McGill, as he explained why he was unable to help them.

It would be wonderful, in a way I suppose, if I had photos of myself lying on a table in a McGill experiment. I'm not 'MKULTRA Girl' but I have had flashbacks of being electro-shocked by a team of white-coated men. MKULTRA doctors and their military colleagues worked in secrecy and didn't leave many traces -- just scars on those who survived. The other children lie in unmarked graves.

I recently looked more closely at another photo of me, below -- taken in 1954 (the colour of the license plate is proof of the year). It's one of the series showing my brother and me at different ages, wearing different clothes, at various locations: always, apparently, in springtime in deserted roadside locations.

The interesting thing about this photo -- apart from my cute outfit (sturdy pants, probably overalls, worn under a spring coat) and innocent smile -- are the reflections clearly visible on the hood of the Ford Consul -- my dad was always a "Ford" man. On the left, a square-shouldered male figure in a fedora, which must be my father. On the right, not so visible, the photographer (probably my mother) who is getting me to pose. And also on the right, clear reflections of a flag flying in the wind, and some buildings: one of them low to the ground, the other with two storeys.

Yes, it definitely looks as if we've just arrived at the military base and are about to go inside, and my parents are recording the moment when I begin my career as a Cold War soldier, age three.

It's another piece of the puzzle. But proof? Proof is elusive.

Let's not dishonour the real victims by spreading baseless fantasies over the internet.

Saturday, January 9, 2016

Interview with Ellen Atkin


I think we did this about two years ago, jammed together in Ellen's tiny house at Sun Lotus Yoga Centre, near Duncan on Vancouver Island. We talked about our shared history of having parents who were treated at the Allan Memorial by Dr. Ewen Cameron (of CIA MKULTRA notoriety). Of growing up in the 1950s and 60s under this secret program. Of electroshock machines piled to the ceiling in rooms at McGill. Of Robert Pickton and missing women and 'disposable orphans' and great names in Canadian medicine. Of pedophiles and Nazis and British eugenics, and how this society now embodies and practices mind control in every domain. Ending with the need for a spiritual perspective. Looking back, this was an intense chat -- Ellen's story is at her blog

Saturday, July 4, 2015

THE PIED PIPER OF PEDOPHILIA


In his book THE PEDOPHOCRACY, Dave McGowan demonstrates how western society has fallen under the control of a corrupt gang of pedophiles. This “conspiracy theory” keeps gaining ground as news stories continue to break exposing scandalous amounts of violent pedophilia in high places. It’s not just that the elite are inbred, uncontrollably corrupt and prone to perversions (as we used to think, naively) – pedophilia is also a well-established system of vetting, grooming and controlling the men in power.

So far there has not been an exposĂ© of pedophilia in Canada although one is long overdue. Organized child abuse is rife in this country, and anyone documenting it should include more than a footnote on John Seeley, “The Fool of Sociology” who could rightfully be called the Pied Piper of Pedophilia.

Nobody I know has ever heard of Seeley, but he’s revered in academia. His name is all over the pages the secret eugenics movement that has shaped Canadian society since the beginning of the Cold War. Cambridge University in the UK has a biannual history lecture series named for him – but then Cambridge also made headlines last year by hosting a conference where participants were told: 'Paedophilia is natural and normal for males' - Telegraph

Seeley would have fit right in, but he has been dead since 2007. Nevertheless, in Toronto, where began his stellar rise to fame and notoriety, his name has popped up lately in support of the Ontario Liberal regime’s radical new sex ed curriculum, which some critics suggesting will groom children for sexual activity -- a pedophile's dream come true.

In his lifetime Seeley boasted of being friends with with Presidents and Prime Ministers –JFK, LBJ and Pierre Trudeau – who invited him to spend weekends at 22 Sussex Drive.

The abused son of a mother he once described as a “cesspool… got of the slime, ” in 1929 at age 16 Seeley left his "cheap English boarding school" on a ship bound for Canada. In Ontario, he laboured on farms, became a cub scout leader in Muskoka, then joined the army in WW2. Studying sociology at the University of Chicago, he moved to Toronto to each at U of T and become Canada’s “most brilliant sociologist.”

Nicknamed “the Fool of Sociology” by a colleague, he was linked with radical causes like the Berkeley Free Speech Movement in the 1960s and wrote books and hundreds of articles for magazines including Ramparts.

Even according to his supporters, John R. Seeley was a brilliant fraud. Fleeing Toronto in 1963 in disgrace, he floated like a hot air balloon from one prestigious university to the next. Brandeis, Stanford.

Seeley was famous as the sociologist who introduced psychiatry into Toronto schools way back in 1948, when he ran the Forest Hills experimental community in a ritzy suburb. Except he wasn’t a sociologist any more than he was a psychiatrist.

His biographer, Paul Bentley goes farther and calls him “a martyr for mental health.”

Toronto journalist and media personality Rick Salutin, called his old mentor, John Seeley, an important “educational philosopher” and “the smartest, kindest guy I ever knew”.

That’s strange because Clayton Ruby, Toronto’s beloved civil liberties lawyer, dubbed him “the wisest, kindest man he ever knew.” Is this the Toronto Boys’ Choir?

How about this other little red flag: as a boy when Clayton Ruby attended Forest Hill Academy, John Seeley tutored him in weekly private sessions from age ten. Nothing strange about that. Or the fact that Ruby’s recently defended Benjamin Levin, Ontario’s former deputy education minister, on child pornography and related charges. Levin is now serving a three year sentence.

If Dave McGowan’s “pedophocracy” really does rules western societies, then that rule would extend to Canada, wouldn’t it? It also could explain why a dead ‘sadist and pedophile’ is being dragged from his grave by cheerleaders for expanded mental health and sex education programs in Ontario.

For Seeley, “mental health” was obviously a way to get close to children. In the 1950s, he had himself analyzed by a sympathetic crony, Toronto psychiatrist Martin Fischer. Fischer allegedly ran some strange experiments at spooky Lakeshore Psychiatric Hospital, notorious for destroying all patient records and burying dead inmates three-deep in unmarked graves.

Fischer also appears as the psychiatrist in the Canadian film Warrendale. Located in another Toronto suburb, Warrendale was a “home for emotionally disturbed children” that leapt to world attention when the film won the 1967 Jury Prize at Cannes. Another “experimental community” tucked away in aToronto suburb (Etobicoke), Warrendale mainly taught kids social deviance: drinking, smoking, swearing, having sex with other children – and not much else. With this as their basic training, many ex-Warrendale kids came to sad, early deaths or became life-long misfits and petty criminals.

But it was the sixties. Seeley shared his violent pedophile fantasies with Dr. Fischer, who never reported them to authorities. These confessions appear in an early version of Paul Bentley’s PhD thesis on Seeley which he posted online on Scribd but has since revised, removing all references to pedophilia.

A trove of information it exposes two influential frauds, both connected to British intelligence and elite Toronto.

Bothe were Jewish. Seeley’s absent father was named Friedeberg, and abandoned him to his unspeakably sadistic mother. So the future ‘sadist and pederast’ grew up in England with perfect accent and diction, needed to make it as an immigrant in Toronto.

Martin Fischer had come to Canada as a refugee from Nazi Germany. Known to practice psychoanalysis without a licence, he was accused of abusing students at two of his Art Therapy Institutes in the 1980s and 90s. When Paul Bentley interviewed Seeley in Los Angeles in the 1990s, he was shocked to find the great thinker living in a seedy neighbourhood of west L.A. and posing as a ‘child psychiatrist.”

Seeley was eager to talk about the “military agenda” that had recruited him for peacetime projects. Eugenicists behind the Forest Hill experiment planned on using ‘mental hygiene’ to completely ‘reorganize Canada.’

The first step: brain-wash children and parents, weaken families. Having “humanized the Canadian army” through applied social science, the elite spooks from Ottawa’s Department of Defence planned to militarize humanity next. In a nice way, though.

John Seeley was chosen to head Forest Hills on the basis of his ‘communication skills’. (You’d think they could have found a skilled communicator who wasn’t also a sadistic pedophile.) He later boasted the World Health Organization (WHO) and its Charter were designed in his office. New definitions of health and disease aimed to create a new race of humans. Less aggressive, more controllable.

Similar experiments, like Dr. Ewen Cameron’s “psychic driving” of patients at the Allan Memorial Institute were soon underway in Montreal –but closed down in 1963 by the Quebec government and CIA.

On Seeley’s watch, York University opened in 1961. It’s mission: to educate “Canada’s future leaders.” Seeley’s vision for York was aborted when he was fired: he had wanted to make it the Harvard of the North. His proposed curriculum read like a training program for CIA operatives. Seeley soon became head of California’s Center for the Study of Democratic Institutions, a CIA front organization.

By then Toronto was the new buzzing hub of British eugenics. The Ontario Institute of Education, influenced by the Rothschild-owned Tavistock Institute in London, turned out teachers who would rip Ontario from its stodgy, Presbyterian backwater, making it the brave new world of social engineering it is today.

“A small cell within the military elite” including Seeley and WHO chief Brock Chisholm were the masterminds whose vast National Health Project brought together psychiatrists, psychologists, social workers, educators, recreation specialists, and sociologists to achieve “gratifying results.” Today we would call them “community partners.”

Social control had a new disguise: “enlightened” therapy targeting the whole population.

The only thing missing was the media. The National Film Board had started out as a wartime propaganda agency, but in the 1950s its military chiefs turned to domestic psychological warfare projects, such as a documentary series for Canadian parents on the new, ‘permissive’ child-raising methods popularized by Dr. Benjamin Spock.

Are we surprised that a mental health program designed by military eugenicists and a sadistic pedophile was not an ‘improvement’ ? The new, self-regulating Baby Boomers would grow up rejecting parental authority only to become pawns of mass media and the emerging drug culture.

By the late sixties, the “reorganized” Canada was exporting culture to the world. The award-winning “Warrendale” documentary unveiled the first generation of emotionally-disturbed kids raised under Canada’s secret eugenics program set up by military pedophiles.

Thank “Toronto the Good” and heritage institutions like CBC for keeping this secret under wraps, and for lately bringing it of the closet dressed in new, progressive clothes. To question all this is like questioning the air we breathe.

BIBLIOGRAPHY: https://www.scribd.com/doc/224709175/David-McGowan-the-Pedophocracy-By Brian J. Low, The Hand that Rocked the Cradle: A Critical Analysis of Rockefeller Philanthropic Funding, 1920-1960 http://library.queensu.ca/ojs/index.php/edu_hse-rhe/article/view/434/581 Paul Roberts Bentley: Martyr for Mental Health: John R. Seeley and the Forest Hill Village Project, 1948 – 1956 https://tspace.library.utoronto.ca/handle/1807/43489

Sunday, June 28, 2015

CRISIS REPORT FROM A GREEK ISLAND


by Ann Diamond

(first published at http://henrymakow.com)

It feels like any other summer, people are strolling in the plateia, yachts in the harbour, restaurants opening. All is calm on the surface, but this past week Greeks were finding new places to invest their money: flower pots, mattresses. My Greek friend "Zorba" was in the port and spoke to a woman who said 'Havent you taken all your money out of the bank yet?"

Crisis: a greek word meaning "decision".

The far-left government of Alexis Tsipras had just declared the Greek debt to the IMF Troika 'odious' and 'illegal' meaning the country was headed for default. So last Friday 'Zorba' stood in line to withdraw his paltry savings, and now they're in an empty dog-food can in our kitchen.

Rumours were flying that when (or if) the banks reopen on Monday, there will be no more Euros, and the country will be back on the drachma. The European bankers were sharpening their fangs. Monday came - that was this morning -- with news of a reprieve. A late-night, last minute, €18 billion bailout offer could postpone disaster for another six months.

After 6 years of dire news, there is little panic, just a country sailing slowly into the sunset.How many more cruise ships - or last-minute bailouts - will appear on the horizon before Greece sinks?

We live on an acre of land next to an ancient fortress known as the Castro, on a northern island called Lemnos which is opposite Troy, 50 km east on the Turkish Coast. Getting here this time was a problem as the ferries keep breaking down. Lemnos has been a strategic island ever since the Trojan War and more recently was a stepping off point for the Gallipolli campaign, with troops stationed here en route to the battlefields of the Crimea.

Now the island is also reputed to be the centre for electronic warfare in the Aegean, and 'Zorba' tells me he has seen one of the main underground facilities near the mountain village where he owns land on the slopes of an extinct volcano.

'Zorba' says Alexis Tsipras (the new PM) is just another Zionist agent destroying the country.

People are suffering -- shops are closing. Two years ago, the owner of a cyber café (whose Russian waitresses moonlighted as prostitutes) shot himself because he could no longer face his debts.

The local grocer can't pay his electricity bill and has installed a noisy generator. He owed so much money to creditors, they came around to his store and forced him and his elderly brother to take off their trousers and be paraded around the port with ropes around their necks in broad daylight, in front of the men in the cafe neon.

The old-line Communists no longer stage many rallies with speeches and playing of old Theodorakis tapes on the loudspeaker -- they have been replaced by the new, far-left Syriza party which won the election back in January. Many new cars speed on the roads, allowing people shop at a new chain supermarket that offers cheap prices.

Not long ago, the baker shut down his oven in the market because he couldn't afford the gas bill. We can no longer use his oven for our household baking - which used to be a tradition in Greek villages and towns.

Because the electric bill in Greece often arrives with a property tax notice, 'Zorba' cancelled his account three years ago, and installed a basic solar system - enough to run a refrigerator in summer for 8 hours a day. At night we switch it off. Much of our food comes from our garden, including edible weeds (purslane and amaranth).

NATURE

Nature used to be our friend, but Greeks can no longer even count on their weather.This year has been much wetter than usual. Destructive windstorms are also more common. 'Zorba' says this is because the Zionists are trying to destroy this year's food crop and further impoverish Greece. He sees geo-engeering and GMOS as part of that same agenda. Unlike North Americans, Greek TV and radio sometimes discuss chemtrails and other conspiracy theories.

We have also seen the effects in our garden of GM seeds which produce food for one year only, then become sterile. Traditionally, on this island, people save (and share) seeds but that has become risky with the invasion of hybrid plants and Terminator seeds.

Lemnos (which used to be self-sufficient in agriculture) is far enough from Athens that it remains a laid-back easy-going place. There are still shepherds here: one told us he can't pay his mortgage. A few years back, he made the mistake of taking out a loan. "What will happen? Will the police come and take away my house?"

The island also has its drug traffickers - not surprising since young people have no jobs, and the police are corrupt. We know a photographer and citizen journalist whose store front was attacked by unemployed kids. The police did nothing, and the kids involved turned out to be a gang of police informers. For complaining, he was place in a psych ward, drugged and held for a month.

I spoke to an American friend who has been living on another island for several decades. When she arrived in 1972, the drachma was worth almost nothing, and life was incredibly cheap. At 76, she has no pension, and a house but the rent consumes almost all her tiny income. She told me she got through last week by fasting for three days.

As for Zorba and me, we have a garden. Monsanto has made inroads here and you can't depend on other plants -- we have seen strange hybrids etc. and even though we have honey bees, we're still not sure about this year's cucumbers. This week I made purslane pesto, purslane stirfry, purslane with rice. And dolmades, from leaves from our grapevine. We are also growing lots of beans this year because you never know when supplies might run out, Zorba says. Today I'll probably make potato salad with beans and purslane, which we'll wash down with retsina and ouzo.

Forty years ago, when people were poor and the drachma worth little, there was the consolation of a way of life that had existed for centuries." Now they ask" "How are things in Canada?" I say our banks are strong, and we are living on dirty oil.

"The party is over" is a phrase you heard often a few years back, when new taxes were announced every week. Greeks would be taxed for having children, making their own olive oil, or growing vegetables, in addition to the new property taxes which could double if left unpaid. There was no end to the Draconian measures the right wing government introduced to please its European lenders.

I was here the night Syriza won the election back in January. As the votes were being tallied on TV, a fisherman walked into the harbourside restaurant with a basket of sardines and called out "These are for Alexis Tsipras!" - people laughed. It made the results seem all the more heartwarming. Later I saw the €60,000 sonar device that locates schools of fish so he can eke out a living in depleted seas.

If Greece returns to the drachma, will it go back to being the way it was when I first came here 35 years ago? Not likely. It isn't only Greece that has changed -- the global pursuit of wealth has eliminated the earthly paradises by devastating the eco-systems that made them possible.

. We have a New Age friend who claims by 2018 we will all be living in the 5th dimension -- according to her, we will have no bodies thus no need for food or money. Which is a good thing, since the money has gone there already.

As for the purslane - we still have tons of it...

I forgot to mention the beaches: the best in the Aegean.

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