Zero Equals: Talk Plus Action Minus Results

I think it was maybe 1974 or 1975, when my father drove away in our late model Pontiac station wagon, and returned in a brand new, red, Ford Pinto ‘faux-woody’ wagon. In less than a week, our first edition Monte Carlo was also replaced with a funky green AMC Gremlin X. Tiny trucks like the Ford Courier and Chevy LUV were popping up all over the place, as well as a multitude of other gas efficient American cars and imports. It would seem that on the surface it was a direct response to the Arab Oil embargo of 1973. Americans rallied in defiance by producing smaller, more gas efficient automobiles like those in Europe and Japan. Alternative fuels made from our own nation’s abundance of grain would allow us to run our engines on alcohols derived from corn, and there was talk of electric cars in the near future. We were sending men to the Moon way back then and nothing seemed impossible. Oil companies eased our fears by ‘leading the way’ in the development of cleaner and possibly non-petroleum-based synthetic fuels. We were already cleaning-up the planet from years of petrochemical pollution, and one would have thought that even Iron Eyes Cody would soon dry his lonely tear and jump for joy. But that was over 35 years ago. One would think that in all that time, we’d be driving cars like the Jetson’s, drinking free Bubble-Up and eating Rainbow Stew. But all this turned out to be like a promised birthday party that was never intended to happen. It was all just high-dollar big talk. Oil prices eventually went down, but never too far down. We had learned to adjust our lives over the following decades to the bipolar moods of the oil market. Unlike other commodities oil had a mind of its own, going up and down at the whim of the oil companies and/or speculators in the market place. Some refineries had even begun to disappear though our dependence on oil never seemed to wane at all. It was as if they wanted to create a shortage by bottle necking oil through fewer refineries. Yes it is true, automobile engines did become more efficient, but small cars suddenly began to grow larger again until mini-vans began morphing into big, gas guzzling SUVs. Today gas prices have gone way up again and settled once more to low, but never as low as before. Oil companies are once again blathering about ‘bio fuels’, algae fuels, and all the scientific research they are doing to get us away from dependency on foreign oil. Our witnessing their corny TV ads lets us know that their scientists are right on that problem; not! It’s all eyewash aimed at pacifying public distain. Today, cars are beginning to shrink again, and hopefully our American auto makers can survive long enough to sell them. We’ve once again pledged to clean-up the planet of all the green house gases (we called it pollution in the 60s and 70s) that are causing (wink) ‘global warming’. Fifty years ago, JFK pledged to put a man on the lunar surface within a decade and we did it. It is mind boggling that in a half century we have yet to wean ourselves from fossil fuels. What the hell happened to us?

After the United States abandoned the gold standard, we and perhaps the rest of the world unconsciously embraced the oil standard (or as I like to say, Standard Oil). Oil-driven tire and automotive industries pushed for improved roads and highway systems over mass transit (subways, passenger & urban commuter trains) in order to market more cars. The auto industry boomed as well as all the peripheral businesses that would contribute to it and feed off of it. It generated a lot of wealth and created a lot of jobs for the country. I was recently watching a series on television that focused on the ‘underground’ of cities in various places around the world. In the early days of the development of Los Angeles, they had begun a mass transit system, but it was halted by special interests. These interests placed the all mighty dollar over cheap, reliable transportation in and out of the new city. This transportation would mean that many people would not have had to rely on the oil/auto industry that is now responsible for the hallmark ‘dome of smog’ that looms over Los Angeles and older American cities. It seems a great shame that sensibility got in the way of the huge fortunes that were to be made discouraging one industry to encourage another. But that is the way it has always been. Shoot now, think later. Strike while the iron is hot. Make hay while the sun’s shining. Money is power and the more of it you can accumulate the more control over the elements you will have. The plan was to make the most wealth in a way that creates dependence. Dependency is equivalent to slavery. Dependency makes you pliable to the will of the New World Order. We have entire industries that thrive on people’s dependencies. We work for money, just as a dog will do tricks for a Scooby Snack. Our gratification is that we can go buy all the things we need to eat, to drink, to provide shelter, comfort, and protection, and raise our families in order to provide the next generation of product buying and service using slaves. During our lives we might also form other dependencies through addictions to alcohol, tobacco, physical illness, mental illness, and decadence. There are industries that accommodate all these elements and they, in turn, provide jobs and an economy that becomes hopelessly entangled and ironically dependent upon one another. If we cured cancer, what would become of the industries that discovered the cure, or the investors that poured their life earnings into those industry’s stocks? What would become of all cancer centers and the entire industry of care providers that specialized in various types of cancer? What of the sideline industries that provided hospice, and hospital equipment, office equipment, and construction of those related facilities? The answers to these questions are too ‘damned if you do & damned if you don’t’ horrific to contemplate. As with big oil, it has become an economy addiction that’s cure would leave a disastrous industry vacuum. Like Hotel California, “You can check out any time you’d like, but you can never leave.” They (or those whom we like to refer to as them) have no vested interest in finding a cure for cancer. However, a lot of money can be made in R&D for Band-Aids to manage the disease. It is likely that cancer has had a cure or at least a discovered understanding toward prevention of the malady for many years. Our dependence on oil should have died a hundred years ago, but because the wealthiest and most powerful people controlled it, they were able to dictate the rules while drawing the blueprints of our modern economy. They are also the architects of the New World Order we’ve been unconsciously abetting through our collective sacrifice of blood, sweat, and tears. They aren’t about to replace the very life-support system that provides the desired results to their objective. There will be no replacement for oil no matter how much money they pour into their phony efforts to appear as though they are working on a solution. One should marvel at such genius. It is still not fully appreciated nor is it receiving the glory it justly deserves for the simple fact that it has not yet revealed itself in its entirety to the world. Like a witty gag among snobby intellectuals, most of us won’t fully understand the punch line when it is finally delivered. We are to be forgiven however; the joke was on us and it was too far above most of our heads to get a good belly laugh out of it anyway.

How do we know we have been duped by the oil giants and more importantly their controlling New World masters? Any viable contenders that could challenge big oil are suppressed or destroyed through New World agencies, bureaus, or lengthy litigation. In some cases, people who have invented devices and processes or stumbled over them accidentally have been chastised and/or murdered as they tried to present them to the public. One such man was Stanley Meyer. Meyer used a technology that was at least one hundred years old that produced hydrogen from ordinary water. While many are popularly using similar simplistic homemade devices to use hydrogen on demand (verses contained under pressure) to give gasoline a boost, Meyer took it a step further. He scrapped the dual fuel concept all together by finding a way to regulate and burn the hydrogen safely stripped from ordinary water which eliminated the need for both gasoline and diesel. His car literally ran on water (yielding hydrogen) as a fuel source! Amazingly, Meyer’s adaptation of a century old technology was able to utilize the internal combustion engine with very few changes beyond carburetion and specially designed hydrogen injectors taking the place of spark plugs. If his innovations were combined with the latest engine technology in the auto making world today, the only industry that would have taken a blow to the gut would have been big oil. A Fox News affiliate in Meyer’s home state of Ohio actually aired Meyer’s amazing water car story locally as a feature on their area station. The news anchor was allowed access to video tape Meyer’s technology and took a ride in his water-powered sand rail car with Stanley’s few adaptations to a stock engine. No national news agency will ever air that video, and it will likely disappear from the internet as well. It is also said, that the DOD and other government agencies had their own private viewing of Meyer’s invention. This exposure sealed the fate of Stanley Meyer, and he soon died from a ‘freak’ encounter with a botulism-laced sandwich. The less paranoid version of his death is that he died of an aneurism. Despite how he might have expired, Stanley Meyer developed a car that ran on water. I am uncertain what happened to his vehicle, but I am sure that his contribution to the world has been bound in a never ending tangle of legal litigation since his death. In short, no one will benefit from Stanley Meyer’s death but the oil fields of the world, their owners, their investors, and their related industries. The energy leverage over the people of the world is safely intact once more. This isn’t the first sad story, and it certainly won’t be the last. There was Tesla before them, and later there was also Wilhelm Reich just to name a few. Some of Tesla’s works and possessions were nabbed by government agencies upon his death. Despite many patents and employment at one time with Westinghouse, Tesla died a pauper. Reich on the other hand, had discovered more subtle energies he tagged as ‘orgone’. Directing or manipulating this ‘orgone’ had very powerful consequences. Reich believed he could manipulate the weather and invented devices he claimed through documented scientific study that proved the existence of this mysterious energy. Though willing to share this knowledge for review by federal regulatory authorities, he was instead ordered to abandon his experimentation. They did not want to consider, read about, or test his findings. He refused, and the feds imprisoned him and destroyed all his inventions and documentation that they could impound. He eventually died in prison of a ‘heart attack’ (how convenient) before he could be released. His experimentation yielded devices that could seed clouds that he’d hope would create rain where there was famine. Another device, the Orgone Accumulator, was found to help people gain relief or be healed of various illnesses. Sweet Mother of Jesus, why would we want to rid ourselves of famine and disease?

The Earth, like all things in the universe, has a life cycle. She was born and one day she will likely die to be recycled or reborn into another reality. There is a shortage of nothing on our planet or indeed up in the heavens. Our constant desperation is created by premeditated or contrived shortages, so that we have to run through hoops trusting our leadership to provide solutions for us. Controlling economies controls people. There is plenty of everything when Nature has her way. She is the regulator, and mankind is the great adaptor. We have the skill to manage all her resources. But some men demand more from Nature than what she would oblige through her own unique brand of competition and survival. Lacking control over Nature, these entities chose to invent systems to impose their own will upon the meek. They manipulated knowledge, parsing out only what needed to be known to those they elected to know it. They rationed pathways toward a dead-end knowledge for the masses, while utilizing limitless highways of knowledge for themselves. I contend that the knowledge of Tesla, Reich, Meyer and many more have been known by those of other ages, and that careful guard stands ready to control or ban its use by any means necessary. It is said that when God granted any single gift to Solomon, he carefully thought of how he might obtain all things through one all-encompassing request. He accomplished that task by asking for ‘wisdom’, and God filled Solomon’s human brain with all the wisdom his mind could dare conceive. Even with this great gift, a just king like Solomon was still only a man. As we perceive those who are instrumental in the ushering of this New World Order, can we say that they are wise and just men? Perhaps just as in everything else we think we know, there must be opposing forces in a choreographed ‘Dance of the Ages’ as was written by M.R. Behr. I too, am not convinced that good and evil are so far a distance from each other, for there is a common point where they must meet to begin their inevitable and deadly waltz. Has this courtship been a necessity towards the same kind of renewal that we accept and understand in our own earthly seasons and of our mortality? Is it the ‘nature’ of these men, albeit their God given right, to orchestrate this seemingly inescapable drama of the birth and death of civilizations? Is my awareness of this ritual still naïve to some higher purpose that seems to justify all this redundant pain, suffering, and evil that I deem to be so obviously connected to the advocates of the coming New World Order? If our destiny is written in stone, and this process is to happen again and again for an eternity, than what purpose do writers like me serve for the cause besides a rhetorical, “I told you so.”? How do we stop the cycle? Should it be stopped? Would foiling it only delay its happening for another time? What are the ramifications of expelling tradition, of disrupting the cycle, and not completing the race? These are the questions that have begun to haunt me, because the deeper one probes the clearer the overall picture seems to become until suddenly, you think you understand. What you discover is troubling, disturbing, conflicting, and perhaps hideous, but you finally get it. At this juncture, you might wish you were oblivious to truth again. You realize how comforting it was to be one with the rest of the mutton-headed flock, munching away in green fields with blue skies, a warm sun, and wooly white clouds. There was nothing to worry about aside from following the ever watchful shepherd or the occasional nip at the rump from a policing border collie. We trotted through life leaving our welfare in the hands of others so that we could frolic and gather rosebuds. Chaos seemed a distant, outdated and savage trend that could never again emerge from its lowly chasm.