OPERATION SUNRISE by GRIMLY WHETFOX

Chapter 3 - The Phone Call (Part 1) - False Flag Fantasies


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"I pulled up to the front of your driveway with magic soaking my spine..."
~ The Killers

"We cannot consider ourselves truly informed unless we also shoulder the suspicious-looking rucksacks of empathetic knowledge."
~ Jeff Wells

"Am I therefore become your enemy, because I tell you the truth?"
~ Gal 4:16 KJV


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"You do understand that everything you know is wrong, don't you? The world is not what it appears to be, not what we perceive it to be, not what we have been taught. You have been lied to, consistently, every day of your life, from the very start."

She was dimly aware, as he spoke, that they had been talking for nearly an hour, and that this particular hour was the strangest of her life so far, and possibly the strangest that she would ever have. She looked at the page of handwritten notes in front of her, keywords and concepts that had flooded out of his mouth, through the telephone wires, to the exchange, off a satellite or two, then to the antennae of her little blue mobile phone, and finally onto her notepad, pen ink scrawled haphazard over lines, and a little shaded doodle in the corner that she must have scribbled while he spoke, although she did not remember doing it. Looking at the doodle she realised it resembled an apple. She wondered what that meant. So many co-incidences. So much information. What had she done?

"So you don't believe anything will come from this conference? You don't believe that they will make any difference with it at all?" She spoke fast, trying to keep up with him.

"No, baby. Not at all."

"Will you go to protest?"

"No, that would be a total waste of time, they don't listen to that crap, they do exactly as they please. Also the cops will have their cameras on everything, noting who does what to whom and who is motivated enough to be present. With the facial recognition systems they have they will be able to identity people, pick out people they deem a threat, and those people will be databased. I don't want to be on that database. Protesting makes no difference anyway. They will send out agent provocateurs to cause trouble and make the whole demonstration and thus the whole movement look anarchic on the news bulletins. Going there will only aid their agenda."

This was a slightly different take on what she had heard previously. But it did make sense, she supposed. If you were deliriously paranoid.

"You see, the thing is that they know what they are doing. They really know what they are doing. If you make an effort to combat them, in any way, then they will either kill you, compromise your reputation, or simply send in people to misguide your efforts, turning whatever you think you are doing into something beneficial for them. They are experts at that, making you think you are working against them, when really you have been duped into furthering their agenda. It has always been this way."

She sighed, aware that there was probably a little truth in what he was saying, certainly most of what he had said to her that night was truth, from one angle or another. That was the thing, she thought, the real theme of what he's talking about, what he is, in a chaotic, tumultuous way, trying to explain. When you start to look closely, to really analyse yourself and your environment and what the world is doing, why it is the way that it is, you soon come to realise that there is no one specific truth about anything, no one way of taking in all the information that relates to that truth and making it all fit one ideology, one factual angle that is 100% correct. It just does not happen. Everything impacts everything, nothing can be blamed solely on one factor. It is all one thing. There are multiple levels of truth to any singular fact, or thought, or action. There are a hell of a lot more than two sides to every story, as the old cliché goes, there are multiple sides, multiple perceptions, infinite, even. Eternal. From this concept a realisation of the fabric is born.

"The end is the beginning and the beginning is the end, it's all the same thing anyway." he said cryptically, going on to attempt to clarify. Her hand stopped dead on the pad where it had been unconsciously shading in more of her doodle.

"Everything is one thing, and nothing is true, not fully. Which, I have read, means that everything is permissible, anything is possible, if nothing is fully true. We have not begun to understand the real implications of that, us, I mean, as a species. On the other hand, I'm a bit of a pessimist sometimes and it therefore strikes me that if nothing is true and everything is permissible then surely, conversely, everything is true, and nothing is permissible. Which is, I guess, the sensation of being trapped in your environment, unable to control it, to influence it, feeling as if it is the one that dictates to you your actions, and how you must be and what you have to do today, immediately, right now. Busy busy busy. No time to think, to consider. Still, I guess that is why we have survived as a species. We are a bit flighty, always worrying about what could go wrong, what's going to happen next, if IT will get us or not. But those sorts of survival mechanisms are becoming outdated, we are evolving, through controlling our environments, into a different organism, something that exists in vast hive cities with vast hive minds. I mean, you can see it right now, happening before your eyes on a GLOBAL scale, with the internet, which, I mean, you have to really understand, has pissed all over the printing press as far as mass impact on society goes, if you are looking at the numbers game. Hardly anyone could read when the printing presses started firing out their new invention, the printed word, without the use of monks or scribes or chainsmoking simians or whatever the hell they did back in the day. Now, the number of people on the planet that are logged on RIGHT NOW is probably greater than the entire population of the planet back then, never mind how many of those olden days people could actually read, I mean, that number that could read was a tiny fraction of that population, which as grown EXPONENTIALLY since then. Think about it. And all of these people, from so many vast different cultures and experiences are all on there, on the web, reading each others ideas and incorporating them into their own world views and reality tunnels or rejecting them but still being influenced by the very act of hearing something new, something from outside their usual perspectives. Now the collective KNOWLEDGE of all these people, well some of these people, anyway, is growing exponentially too. Knowledge, we have been told, is power. Information is the new currency. You have to appreciate that change that all this has had on us, in a very short time, sociologically, and from that you get a glimpse of the future, haw this is going to continue to affect us, and where it will lead to, what we will become because of it. You can see it, can't you? I mean, we, you and me, have been on the very first powerful wave of this communication revolution, we have been there from the start. I remember when I used to carry around a little address book, full of phone numbers, and I knew half of them off by heart because I had to type them every time I wanted to speak to anyone. Now I don't know ANY numbers, not even my best friend's, but I 'speak' to them a HUGE amount more than I used to through text messages on the mobile and on the internet and emails, obviously. A friend of mine arranged to meet an old friend who had moved to France at a festival down south, just ok, you guys are near there and we are there, lets hook up. It wasn't a big festival, couple of thousand people probably, but they all were there for three days and never saw each other, because there was no mobile signal in the fields where the festival was being held, and they had no idea how to find each other. They were so used to having contact with ANYONE IN THE WORLD, WHENEVER THEY WANTED, right there in their hip pocket. It was only when that power was taken away that they realised how much they had relied on that technology, how it had woven itself into their lives and how they had no back up plan, no spare. Like I told you, you should always carry a spare. Anyway, my point is that what we are witnessing evolve right now is impacting on us as a species, one of the most important developments in consciousness that has ever happened to us, at least in the timeline of history that we have been taught. There are other versions, you know? Different from what we were shown in school. Do you know it takes about 30 hours to learn to read? After that you can read so therefore you can learn for yourself, you are not taught things really, you teach yourself, although having someone to show you what to teach yourself can be handy, sometimes. Once you have learned to read, though, you can teach yourself just about anything, and sometimes having someone show you THEIR way is more of a hindrance than a help, firstly because you learn things better by problem solving them yourself, you understand them deeper by figuring them out, and secondly because if you learn by wrote then you then doing things the way you have been taught, which is not always the best way, I mean, the predominant way of doing something in a society or civilisation may not be the BEST way, just the easiest way, just that way caught on, through word of mouth, rather then personal learned experience, because everyone was too lazy to try to find another way of doing that thing. What is the defining human characteristic? The choices are fear, or laziness? I think it is laziness, although that may just be a form of fear, fear of failure. It is easier and quicker to be shown something, to learn from someone else's time and effort, than to work it out for yourself. That's just the facts. Anyway, it takes 30 hours to learn to read, and around 50 to learn basic math. So I have got to ask myself, really, why I spent 13 years going to school if I could have been given the tools to teach myself whatever I wanted in a matter of a few week's gentle study? What, exactly, were they teaching us in all that time we spent there? I mean, it was fucking awful, and from the perspective of hindsight I am actually annoyed, very very angry and annoyed that the majority of my formative years were wasted learning a bunch of incorrect shit that I have never used, even the stuff that was relatively correct, I haven't really used it, any of it. I believe we were there, we were put through that, for three reasons. Firstly, to teach us to be punctual. 9am and no mistake or you are getting detention. Secondly, to teach us to be distracted. After forty minutes, the bell rings, forget what you are doing, pack up and move on to the next thing. You can get a lot done by multi-tasking but I believe excellence is achieved through concentration, but that doesn't mean that things have to take a long time. And thirdly, to teach us that life is boring, you have to sit and do things by wrote, over and over, that change is slow and hard to achieve, and that the human experience is all very well and good, it's all very nice and everything, but there is some cold, hard graft to be done, and not one person gets to avoid it, we all have to do things we don't want to, all the time. I don't believe that to be true. I don't think that is true at all. And I believe we all have the capacity to change our environments to suit our purposes... Now, then, I ask you, if that is true, hypothetically, a real 100% verifiable truth, the type I'm saying doesn't exist but just hypothetically, as a thought experiment, just for a moment believe that idea and tell me... What is your purpose? What do you want to change your environment into to achieve that purpose?"

The telephone was hot against her ear. This boy could talk. She had forgotten to do her usual ear swap each few minutes, used to communicating this way from countless years of idle teenage chat, learning, formative. The scattered concepts were coming through the tiny speaker so thick and fast her head was spinning slightly. She understood what he was saying, she was very familiar with a great deal of it, it was just his take on it all, his angle, some startling little gems, and his delivery, the constant, quick, insightful delivery. It was continual, like a torrent, a stream of consciousness, thoughts flashing by at such a pace as to leave her breathless, dazed, almost entranced, and there was something about his voice, something in his voice that she couldn't quite place, something fascinating. Perhaps he is hypnotising me, she thought to herself with a wry humour. Excuse me my friend, are you a hypnotist?

She realised she had been asked a question, a damn hard question at that, and there was a hanging pause on the line, a second's silence for what seemed like the first time in an hour. Purpose? She thought, cursory, glancing, knowing she would never get the right answer to his cryptic psychobabble, wherever the hell he was looking to take her next on this warped magical mystery tour was too veiled for her to guess... To live, happily. Is that right? Is that what he wants to hear?

"Um, I don't know..." She trailed off.

"C'mon, you must have thought about your purpose, what you think you are here on this planet to do?"

His tone was mocking, slightly, still friendly but teasing, as if he knew she was stuck, walled in by his torrent of thought. He seemed to like being in control here, she thought, he seemed to want to call the shots... Well then, call 'em. baby. Show me how you roll.

"To be happy..." she said, slowly. "To have a family and to be happy?"

"That's a very good answer." He meant it, she could tell. "Much better than the first one you gave, don't you think?"

She nodded, and somehow he heard that, or felt it, and he moved on, further into the feeling, deeper, relishing it. It's a strange life, isn't it? Maybe it's because most of the time, people just see what they want to see. And people, it has been said before, are strange...

"I believe you can discern a reasonable interpretation of the truth of the world and things that you experience by trusting your gut, by going with your instincts, or your intuition, or whatever you want to call it, assuming your intuition hasn't been drowned in a sea of false information and faulty stimulus, and you are clinging to some piece of driftwood that is all you can bear to understand because you don't want to look and face things because you are scared. Fear is a primary survival mechanism, but it is counteractive in this arena. I have been reading and researching for nearly three years now and I'm only just starting to get it, just starting to begin to learn how to understand. It takes a while to let go of the driftwood. I don't think the things I am beginning to realise are new concepts, I don't think I'm by any means the first to explore these avenues, I mean, all I'm doing is reading other people's thoughts, other people's books, I have never experimented, really, I'm an armchair researcher, not a scientist or an alchemist or a practical worker. But I am bypassing the learning by wrote and laziness I have been taught by going THROUGH it, now that I've been brought here by my school education I can't get out of that mindset, not fully, I can't unlearn completely, but I can go THROUGH it, through to the other side, by overloading the mechanism, giving it so much stimulus and new information that my mind is forced, by the very act of confusing myself, to make decisions for myself, without trusting anyone else's opinions, without relying on someone else's version of the truth, seeing as I have read so many opposing opinions, so many contradictions, I can only consider them, all of them, as many different opinions as I can find, consider each of them, one by one, and then go with my gut. You will often find this with such reality tunnels and models of behaviour and habits and addictions, which is all we all are, really, a compendium of habits and rituals, that the way out, if you want to change things is not back, you can't go back, can't reverse time and remove those experiences from your memory. You can't pull out, you can't undo. Your perceptions are formed by a summation of your experiences, which is just your environment and how you have interacted with it. Your behaviour is a direct result of your perceptions, how you consider things to be, and therefore your behaviour is a direct result of your environment, your perceptions being the conduit. The way out is THROUGH. And I have found that if I put my head down and concentrate and just will myself and all that I am to go through, put in that time, put in the effort, learn these things, expand my concepts, stimulate, if not fully control, at least stimulate my environment and piggy back myself onto other people's experiences and intake as much information as possible, constantly, I can achieve just about anything. Anything at all. And sometimes with some completely unexpected results on the side. Do you know what I mean?"

Another question. 'Nuff questions. Just talk, boy. Just talk to me. I love it.

"Yes. Go on."

"So, back to this conference, and these world leaders, all meeting up like they give a fuck and talking earnestly about peace and prosperity. Meanwhile, back at the ranch, all of them have financial interests with the weapons manufacturers, pharmaceutical institutions and the food distribution complex, the 3 huge corporations that completely control the world's food supply, the 5 that control the worlds drugs, both legal and illegal, and I'm telling you that as a fact babe, a cold hard fact, even though you know I think cold, hard facts are pretty thin on the ground in this particular reality. And have you ever considered how and where they are testing all those new drugs for human consumption? Have you ever really thought about that? It's not a pretty picture, I can tell you. And then they lie about the results anyway and sell the drugs even though the tests prove the drugs are terrible. Makes you wonder what they are really testing for... Do they want it this way? And this is not even mentioning the environmental lobbies or organised religion, which are both completely compromised. Anyway, these eight guys, who PERSONALLY are multi millionaires if not billionaires because of their financial ties and investments are running governments that were created by and are entirely supported by these companies, through lobbies and committees and paid off consultants and back room deals and freemasonic ties and trustee commitments and family kinship and good old, old fashioned corruption, the odd cigar smoking man with a huge baize desk and an even larger portfolio wielding unelected power for profit though these mechanisms that we believe are there for the benefit of all of us, the population as a whole, rather than specific power groups with specific interests. I think the evidence speaks for itself, if we look around, by their fruits you shall know them. By their genetically modified, hydroponically grown, pesticide ridden, DNA altering, rotten stinking fruits. They have created crops that don't produce seeds to control the farmers, and the pharmaceutical industry is inventing new diseases by the day so we will buy the new drugs that treat the new diseases. Nine times out of ten it emerges after a generation that these drugs cause more diseases than they cure, but by that time we have all been taking more drugs to combat the side effects of the first drugs, and in turn these drugs are causing more diseases. The weapons manufacturers are funding the wars, overtly and covertly funding the terrorism and the freedom fighters and the revolutionaries and the governments, and then selling them their weapons as the wars escalate, selling both sides guns and bombs and landmines and planes and tanks and ships and taking all their money, all of the countries wealth, so by the time the war is over the weapons makers own everything, everything has been given to them by the citizens and by the government and by the militias because the weapons were the most important thing, they had to be paid for, no matter what, or the bad guys will get us. Somebody is cleaning up, I'll tell you that for nothing, And it ain't the people fighting or the countless innocents that are being slaughtered or the displaced, the desperate refugees who have found themselves powerless, completely powerless, do you see? It's that powerlessness that they love to cultivate. That's the main aim, it keeps the ball rolling, it keeps the control on their side. So they propagate misery to keep people powerless. We are all refugees, in a way. It doesn't matter what form of trauma is induced. The results are always the same. I believe the purpose is always the same, too."

Seems like he has a point.

"Sometimes I think things might change, some days I can see it optimistically, like the evolution of the human spirit will see us through this, see us to the other side, but I know, I mean I really believe, that change will not come through conference of world leaders with their glib soundbite speeches and politically correct agendas, that under the surface are controlled by power groups that use the very institutions and governmental departments that are set up for the purposes of engineering positive change to keep things very much as they are, make things worse in fact, and reap the profits as the time passes, whilst they cheerfully tell people that things are slowly improving, with some deranged Orwellian double think.... Do you know what the Department of Defence used to be called? Can you guess?"

Silence.

"It was called The War Department. Can you guess when they changed it?"

Again, silence.

"1914. For obvious reasons. Language is very powerful."

Of that there is NO doubt.

"My gut tells me that this conference is going to be a total sham, I mean, even worse than just crappy speeches and hammed up political backslapping, the phoniest fucking thing you can ever witness, probably. My gut tells me, with all those presidents and prime ministers in one place, that they will use the focus of the world's media to play out some little game, another terrorist fiasco, and then instead of discussing the real points, the wars, the climate, world poverty, corporate control, they will be able to avoid all that, some of the real tricky questions they actually face and instead band together in condemnation of today's horrific terrorist attack, with lots of crappy speeches and hammed up political backslapping, we must fight them on the beaches and bite them on the features sort of chat. It's just too good an opportunity to miss, we are due an attack in this area of the world, to keep the ball rolling, to keep the news scary, and the entire population of the earth will have the conference as one of their top news stories anyway, I mean, that part is already handled for them."

"Do you think it will be in this city?"

"No, the security will be too tight up here. There are a hell of a lot of secret service in this area at the moment preparing for the conference, I mean, every major security apparatus from every large nation, all watching us and each other, and several minor ones we have never heard of no doubt running around in between them all, keeping an eye on the competition and us and the politicians and everything, scanning the airwaves and the emails and watching the known operatives. I mean, they don't trust each other, either. Better to attack down south, where there is security but it's all focussed up here. Especially on that day, it will all be concentrated in the north. They will run a drill, it's always a drill, apart from the patsies are live, when they think they are just dummies. Poor bastards. I mean, they actually think they are helping out, working for the country, working for the good guys. I guess it is very possible to be in what we would consider the wrong place at the wrong time. I think they will do something... mid range. Some people are going to die. But not thousands. A small operation. Maybe four bombers, rucksacks timed to explode or triggered by mobile phones from a makeshift command centre, and they will do the usual, train stations or the subway or a bus or two. Picking on the public is the first thing to look for in these things. Terrorists are fucking passionate people, the real ones, I mean. They have a sense of moral outrage that has usually been triggered by something like their entire extended family being tortured and murdered in front of their eyes. Now I'm not saying there's not psychos out there, people with no conscience, or people too angry to be rational. What I'm saying is terrorists know suffering, they don't go around inflicting it lightly. So when you see massive public casualties, there's a good chance this is more of a false flag, politically motivated operation, to make the people react against the supposed enemy, the ones getting the blame. Those real terrorists are much more likely to pick military and political assassinations over public attacks, blowing up grannies and children doesn't get them very far, do you see what I mean? It has the opposite effect from what they are trying to achieve. It does, however, have the effect that our supposed leaders seem to be lapping up right now, with our two phoney wars and the ongoing demonization of twenty percent of the population of the country on the news broadcasts every day. Nice looking, well dressed ethnic reporters you rarely see anywhere else but on these broadcasts telling us with perfect accent-less voices about the ongoing epidemic of ethnic terrorism growing within our borders, in our cities, on our street. Classic double bluff psychology, stumps the mind for a second while they slip through the subliminals, hammer home the point, put it in every TV show and comedy and redefine the very terms, the very words in our minds, a new situational ethic, creating a new, harsher meaning to those words that resonates fear with us even though we are used to hearing them, a low level fear we are not even aware of, until something terrible happens. Then it wells up, stronger than we had realised and we all start to run in one direction, like pack animals, away from the horror because we know what caused that, we know because everyone knows, because we hear it every single day. Repetition works, my love, it really works. Black becomes white if you are told that for long enough. Environment, perception, behaviour."

To be continued....