George Orwell's 1984
Video Study at YouTube:  1984

It is one of those interesting words that have two contradictory meanings. Applied to an opponent, it is abuse; applied to someone you agree with, it is praise. - Orwell on 'Duckspeak'

The following first pages from ‘1984’ contain a kind of code, one that is intimately associated with so-called mind control.  In fact, the entire book refers in the context of fiction to a certain reality, which a countless number of modern day examples do as well.  That kind of code was referred to obliquely in 'A Beautiful Mind' as "The computer can't find a pattern, but we're sure it's code." and as "embedded codes in newspapers and magazines" and in 'AI: Artificial Intelligence' as "there is an imprinting protocol consisting of a code string of seven particular words" and as "This imprinting is irreversible." that are fairly telling.

It was a bright cold [recall Indrid Cold from The Mothman Propaganda] day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. 

The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide: the face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for Hate Week. The flat was seven [good] flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine[no good (i.e. righteous-not)] and had a varicose ulcer [??] above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift-shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption beneath it ran. [The picture above is on the radio dial in the film ’12 Monkeys’.  Same approach.  Same pattern. 37 -> 777]

Inside the flat a fruity voice was reading out a list of figures which had something to do with the production of pig-iron[iron is a phallic metaphor - "Any old iron." in 'AI: Artificial Intelligence' and Steven King's ghost in a pig mask performing fellatio in 'The Shining' to cite two typical implied, always implied, definitions]. The voice came from an oblong metal plaque like a dulled mirror which formed part of the surface of the right-hand wall. Winston turned a switch and the voice sank somewhat, though the words were still distinguishable. The instrument (the telescreen, it was called) could be dimmed, but there was no way of shutting it off completely. He moved over to the window: a smallish, frail figure, the meagreness of his body merely emphasized by the blueoveralls which were the uniform of the party. His hair was very fair, his face naturally sanguine, his skin roughened by coarse soap and blunt razor blades and the cold of the winter that had just ended. 

Outside, even through the shut window-pane, the world looked cold. Down in the street little eddies of wind were whirling dust and torn paper into spirals, and though the sun was shining and the sky a harsh blue, there seemed to be no colour  in anything, except the posters that were plastered everywhere. The black moustachio'd face gazed down from every commanding corner. There was one on the house-front immediately opposite. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption said, while the dark eyes looked deep into Winston's own. Down at streetlevel another poster, torn at one corner, flapped fitfully in the wind, alternately covering and uncovering the single word INGSOC. In the far distance a helicopter skimmed down between the roofs, hovered for an instant like a bluebottle, and darted away again with a curving flight. It was the police patrol, snooping into people's windows. The patrols did not matter, however. Only the Thought Police mattered. 

Behind Winston's back the voice from the telescreen was still babbling away about pig-iron and the overfulfilment of the Ninth Three-Year Plan [Note the second occurrence of the 39/93 symbol.  There are a total of three in the novel.]. The telescreen received and transmitted simultaneously. Any sound that Winston made, above the level of a very low whisper, would be picked up by it, moreover, so long as he remained within the field of vision which the metal plaque commanded, he could be seen as well as heard. There was of course no way of knowing whether you were being watched at any given moment. How often, or on what system, the Thought Police plugged in on any individual wire was guesswork. It was even conceivable that they watched everybody all the time. But at any rate they could plug in your wire whenever they wanted to. You had to live -- did live, from habit that became instinct -- in the assumption that every sound you made was overheard, and, except in darkness, every movement scrutinized.  [The picture above also appears on the radio dial in the film ’12 Monkeys’.  Same approach.  Same pattern.]

[ “Sabrina, my courtroom day begins at 9:30 am.”
“Sorry, your honor..”.
“Which was 17 minutes ago.”
(From "The Execution of Emily Rose".  I’ll spare you all of the 3:00’s.) ]

Winston kept his back turned to the telescreen. It was safer, though, as he well knew, even a back can be revealing. A kilometre away the Ministry of Truth, his place of work, towered vast and white above the grimy landscape. This, he thought with a sort of vague distaste -- this was London, chief city of Airstrip One, itself the third most populous of the provinces of Oceania. He tried to squeeze out some childhood memory that should tell him whether London had always been quite like this. Were there always these vistas of rotting nineteenth-century houses, their sides shored up with baulks of timber, their windows patched with cardboard and their roofs with corrugated iron, their crazy garden walls sagging in all directions? And the bombed sites where the plaster dust swirled in the air and the willow-herb straggled over the heaps of rubble; and the places where the bombs had cleared a larger patch and there had sprung up sordid colonies of wooden dwellings like chicken-houses? But it was no use, he could not remember: nothing remained of his childhood except a series of bright-lit tableaux occurring against no background and mostly unintelligible. 

The Ministry of Truth -- Minitrue, in Newspeak* -- was startlingly different from any other object in sight. It was an enormous pyramidal structure[I include the old illuminati sign in pure speculation of what Orwell might have been hinting at] of glittering white concrete, soaring up, terrace after terrace, 300 metres into the air. From where Winston stood it was just possible to read, picked out on its white face in elegant lettering, the three[good] slogans of the Party


The Ministry of Truth contained, it was said, three thousand rooms above ground level, and corresponding ramifications below. Scattered about London there were just three other buildings of similar appearance and size. So completely did they dwarf the surrounding architecture that from the roof of Victory Mansions you could see all four of them simultaneously. They were the homes of the four Ministries between which the entire apparatus of government was divided. The Ministry of Truth, which concerned itself with news, entertainment, education, and the fine arts. The Ministry of Peace, which concerned itself with war. The Ministry of Love, which maintained law and order. And the Ministry of Plenty, which was responsible for economic affairs. Their names, in Newspeak: Minitrue, Minipax, Miniluv, and Miniplenty. [Photographs from ‘Close Encounters of the Third Kind’.  The inclusion of the name Goldstone was intended to be reminiscent of “renegade and backslider” Goldstein.  (Orwell’s words)]

The Ministry of Love was the really frightening one. There were no windows in it at all. Winston had never been inside the Ministry of Love, nor within half a kilometre of it. It was a place impossible to enter except on official business, and then only by penetrating through a maze of barbed-wire entanglements, steel doors, and hidden machine-gun nests. Even the streets leading up to its outer barriers were roamed by gorilla-faced guards in black uniforms, armed with jointed truncheons. 

I’ve been curious about the eerie similarities between the novel and modern day MC persecutions for some time.  Now I understand why.  Ironically, Orwell was an 'inner party member', himself, probably part of the fledgling postwar intelligence ‘brotherhood’.  Not really the libertarian champion that he is so widely regarded as being, as a simple surface reading of the novel would suggest.  I expect that he had no idea that his book would become the libertarian bible and the novel was probably just one early example of the kind of strategic mirroring of the clandestine neurotechnological and social slave system that is more viable today than ever, which has withstood any legal challenge for six decades or more, and whose common denominator is forever avoiding any outright and unambiguous admission that it exists at all, while perpetually hiding behind the invisibility of electromagnetics and in plain view via innuendo and fiction.  The tale is not really so different from any number of modern incarnations from ‘The Devil’s Advocate’ to ‘Close Encounters’ to ‘The Final Cut’ to ‘Blade Runner’ to ‘A Beautiful Mind’ to 'The Matrix' to 'The Game' to '12 Monkeys', each with its own unique context and structure. 

Certainly, when Orwell speaks about hate week and the viability of hatred as opposed to love, he means it.  When you understand that the novel mirrors a reality, you'll find that it is quite relevant to that reality.  It is exaggerated in some ways.  For example, we still can’t be simply dragged off to prison without at least a good excuse (unless you accept the implied premise that dead man Winston is already in trouble).  It is understated in others.  For example, the Winston and Julia characters are at least able to find some privacy together, while alone in the woods.  Today (perhaps back then as well), a targeted individual can go nowhere at all at least within the continental US and be free from the surreptitious surveillance and harassment presence that may include remote pain induction and truly constant babbling of one form or another.  The inaccuracies are a product both of the casting of the reality into the form of a novel (no single reflection of it is entirely accurate nor is one real world persecution exactly like another), the flexibility of that medium of insinuation, and other reasons like changes in the technologies, popular metaphors and modes of application over time.

The passage about the Ministry of Love refers more or less to the very real impenetrability of so-called mind control (MC) and that it often concerns itself with nonconventional and/or aberrant sex.  'War is Peace' reflects the fact that the 'war' is ongoing in the media, in the minds of targets and their persecutors (even within the hidden electromagnetic spectrum), but to all outward appearances it is peace and does not exist at all. 'Freedom is Slavery' reflects that slavery of the mind in which one is free to move about, but is psychologically caged and tortured.  For example, the Pink character from inner party member Roger Waters' film The Wall, you'll notice, is gifted with a headache just as the attractive female groupie makes sexual advances upon him and then he quite understandably proceeds to destroy everything in sight.  Wouldn't you?  Anyway, 'Ignorance is Strength' reflects the way of keeping targets ignorant of the machinations happening around them (including the surveillance of themselves before it is ultimately revealed, if ever) and the strict avoidance of straight talk in favor of 'signing', targets and the public ignorant of the actual machinery of MC (which is known to a relative few) and incredulous about the emphatic claims of targeted people themselves.

The more perceptive may spontaneously wake up to the code embodied in the text.  For targeted people, its perception can be trained in via surreptitious means.  I know I was oblivious to Orwell’s role as an insider until recently after being immersed in the trappings (pun intended) of MC (particularly the media aspect) and studying them for years.  MC long ago absorbed the media, though you may never feel its presence at all, or more precisely, be aware that you have already felt its influence upon your culture, which often comes in the form of puns, jokes, clever wordplay and so-called subliminals.  The film 'The Matrix' accurately (and intentionally) captures that aspect of mind control.  These days, many artists and filmmakers, after simply sensing the patterns which are by now everywhere, may just be building on the patterns (bouncing around monkey, cat and other metaphors and borrowing from each others' works), sensing and assuming a righteous purpose behind them and finding it all too easy to ignore, disbelieve or disregard MC's Constitutional and lawful transgressions.  Cooperating may by now be a great way to get ahead in life and it may be by now all but impossible to get a noncooperative script even produced.  The dissenters on the other hand get stuffed into the institutions, silence and fear and are excluded from the media, most never really understanding what hit them, why they didn't get that job, why they had to wait so long for service in the shop, why the police or their representative refused to act upon their complaint, why they’re sitting in jail (ref. – Twilight Zone episode ‘Valley of the Shadow’ in which Mr. Redfield is told that the nearly empty hotel is too full to accommodate him).  It's a kind of moral mafia.  People who are knowledge about the thought surveillance and other surreptitious technologies and tactics involved continue to pretend and speak as though those are still a long way off and within the realm of science fiction or imagination.  They will as long as possible.

According to prolific and published MC writer, Alex Constantine:

Operation Octopus was in full swing by 1948, a SURVEILLANCE program that turned any televison set into a transmitter with a range of 2.5 miles..agents of OCTOPUS could pick up an audio and visual image with the equipment..

Interestingly, 1949 is the year that 1984 was copyrighted, a book with a central premise of television screens that monitor the citizenry.  Although Mr. Constantine made no connection between those two details to the best of my knowledge, I do.

Octopus itself (and the TV screens premise of 1984) might be a kind of sheer disinformation, released at about the same time and in complement to each other, with the true surveillance holy grail being remote thought surveillance itself, information from which can always be employed in a limited fashion in terms of what information is bounced back at targets so as to create the illusion that the surveillance is limited to TV screens.  In fact, when I knew very little about my own situation, I believed only that some sort surveillance of my computer screen was in use, because my persecutors would at first respond both to its content and to noises that I would make within my home.  I believed that I at least enjoyed visual privacy and privacy in other places away from home - an illusion that was probably useful to my persecutors/surveillors.  And one that ultimately proved quite false.

Interestingly, inner party members Howard and Goldsman saw fit to include a clever reference to 'Umbrella' and 'Octopus' in their biography of outer party member John Nash, ‘A Beautiful Mind’, a film that borrows from a biography that suggests only schizophrenia as the source of Nash's problems, but true to form, insinuates something else entirely, practically screams at you between the lines.  It in fact insinuates a reality that I and other targeted individuals know all too well to be a reality - a clandestine surveillance presence and a collection of clandestine harassment, communications and psychological methods that disguise their influence as being delusion and schizophrenia (or ghost, ESP or religious phenomena) that justifies itself primarily in the creative media.

Although inner party member Orwell did include the name 'thought police', he did not clearly include its presence within the novel.  But he did say within the appendix:

There are therefore two great problems which the Party is concerned to solve. One is how to discover, against his will, what another human being is thinking, and the other is how to kill several hundred million people in a few seconds without giving warning beforehand.

I read ‘kill’ as metaphorical (mostly) and the number a bit exaggerated, but Orwell may have provided some insight into those million ‘alien abduction’ reports – people who were most likely being punished for their crimes and sins and in such a way that no one need ever be responsible for the punishment (or the suspension of presumed Constitutional protections) or disclose the psy-ops arsenal itself, which would be a legal mess.  Brilliant.  Orwell justifies the system by hinting at what society would be like in a thousand years without it – a slow devolution.  He might be right.  What happens when the children of the sixties enter political office?  And their children.  And theirs.  Anyway, Orwell hinted at thought surveillance not once but three times in quick succession within the text:

Winston was struck, as he had been struck before, by the tiredness of O'Brien's face. It was strong and fleshy and brutal, it was full of intelligence and a sort of controlled passion before which he felt himself helpless; but it was tired. There were pouches under the eyes, the skin sagged from the cheekbones. O'Brien leaned over him, deliberately bringing the worn face nearer.

'You are thinking,' he said, 'that my face is old and tired.'
Then why bother to torture me? thought Winston, with a momentary bitterness. O'Brien checked his step as though Winston had uttered the thought aloud. His large ugly face came nearer, with the eyes a little narrowed.

'You are thinking,' he said, 'that since we intend to destroy you utterly, so that nothing that you say or do can make the smallest difference -- in that case, why do we go to the trouble of interrogating you first? That is what you were thinking, was it not?'
Although the pain had brought the sweat out on his forehead, the worst of all was the fear that his backbone was about to snap. He set his teeth and breathed hard through his nose, trying to keep silent as long as possible.

'You are afraid,' said O'Brien, watching his face, 'that in another moment something is going to break. Your especial fear is that it will be your backbone. You have a vivid mental picture of the vertebrae snapping apart and the spinal fluid dripping out of them. That is what you are thinking, is it not, Winston?'

The O'Brien character also says to Winston,

We will meet in the place where there is no darkness.

which probably also hints at the surveillance of thought (or at least surveillance in general and the proverbial room 101 - itself a probable pictograph of a human head in a vise or trapped between walls.  I don’t read it as ‘one nobody won’, since Winston obviously lost to big brother in the end, as all targeted persons ultimately do).  In any case, wartime expenditures for the military in WW2 were enormous and unlike the atomic bomb, a technology for surveilling thought could be kept perpetually secret and would undoubtedly find itself woven into some pretty weird strategies to both exploit it, keep it secret and to hide it indefinitely sometimes in plain view like 1984 itself. 

These days, the complaints of targeted individuals are so cliche and old that you could probably illustrate every aspect of MC within legitimate mainstream news and many people would not believe it at all.  More precisely, it doesn't really matter how many people believe in it, since they can never really verify or do anything about it anyway and ‘inner party members’ never talk for a variety of reasons.  Nothing disturbs the status quo.  Approaching it legally is all but impossible.

And then there are interesting passages like:

"Oranges and lemons, say the bells of St Clement's." That was a rhyme we had when I was a little boy. How it goes on I don't remember, but I do know it ended up, "Here comes a candle to light you to bed, Here comes a chopper to chop off your head." It was a kind of a dance. They held out their arms for you to pass under, and when they came to "Here comes a chopper to chop off your head" they brought their arms down and caught you. It was just names of churches. All the London churches were in it -- all the principal ones, that is.'

Certainly reminds me of the way that I thought I was a free man one day and was in hell the next (and every day since).  'Head' is probably readable as phallic.  ‘Oranges and lemons’ is probably suggestive.  And some targeted persons do report that churches are involved.  I would expect them to be.

And then there is:

It's a beautiful bed, if you can get the bugs out.

Mic bugs?

Also according to Alex Constantine:

Psi-Tech. was founded in 1989 by a clique of former intelligence officers.

It [remote viewing] is a very structured technique. Founder, Ed Dames, says "I have been involved in a lot of very very deep, dark black occult projects". He is qualified for covert military operations spiked with classified psychotronics.

He joined the army in 1967. He worked with three "elite units". His familiarity with advanced technology involved highly advanced espionage hardware which he called "boxes in the sky that look down and through buildings .. and he said.. "there are agents underground and sophisticated technology"..

"THE PSYCHIC SPY UNIT" , Dames admits , " has provided services to the CIA , NSA, DIA, DEA, NAVY, AND AIR FORCES.......under watch of an ARMY BOARD.

Ed Dames claims the Taos hum is a 17Hz time beacon, that pumps pulses of gravity into space as an invisible light-house for time-travel and ET's. Psi-techs' telepaths claim discovery of a breed of alien from Mars, connected to a remote civilization called "THE FEDERATION". 

That last quote may convince some that so-called remote viewers like Dames are kooks and crazies themselves embedded in the usual aliens disinfo/code/mystique.  That is not the case.  It may help to throw many people off the reality.  What it is is pure code talk.  It is, in fact, an admission of the claims of numerous targeted persons (including the pain, harms and deaths they have suffered), just in a language that no-one can prove is a language at all, except by cross-reference to other similar uses of its implicit and flexible dictionary.  Clever.  In that lingo, targeted people like me are the 'aliens from Mars' (note its use in Tom Hanks' film 'Cast Away'), Dames and people like him are 'the federation', "pumps pulses of gravity into space as an invisible light-house for time-travel and ET's" is translatable roughly as all the forms of clandestine harassment (technological and otherwise) by which we 'aliens' are persecuted, ‘psychic’ is readable as neurotechnological.  The observant may note the use of the 'time travel' and 'aliens'/ETs' metaphors in ‘Close Encounters of the Third Kind’ and '12 Monkeys' play on the time travel premise (which in the case of some targets may be an outright cultivated delusion or a predictive or assisted fulfilment of 'prophecy').  Gravity roughly translates as ridicule / mirroring / chastisement and other mind gaming.  Interestingly, that use of code may satisfy that human need to share a secret - to be able to express it (albeit in veilled form) - and thereby give the secret a pressure outlet of sort.  But of course it has a practical purpose too or Mr. Dames would not have spoken at all, just as those and other referenced films have a practical purpose.  It is an example of hiding in plain view.  Interestingly, the film ‘Doctor Strangelove’ includes the quote “Tell Dames to get Premier Kissov on the hotline.”  I don’t know if that is coincidental or not (since that film precedes Dames joining the army), but I do know that all of the names in that film have meaning (from Colonel Puntrage to General Turgidson).

Oddly enough, the film 'Constantine' probably contains some triggers and mirrors for Mr. Constantine, himself (at least by virtue of the title of the film).  Being one of the best and most prolific writers in the field (and probably a target – reportedly dead of a bruised knee), he made himself a bulls-eye for some of that semi-transparent ridicule too on the one hand and is ignored in the mainstream press on the other, though it can be considered a kind of semi-transparent badge (of honor or dishonor is your call).  Now you know a bit of what they are suggesting when they put the demon in the mirror that the Constantine character is attempting to fling out the window.  I'd also expect a few veilled references to the Constantine who was responsible for the rise of Christianity in the transforming Roman empire too, though I haven't looked at the film closely enough to be sure.

You will be turned into gas and poured into the atmosphere. Not a name in a register or a memory in a living brain.

The Colbert Report’s Tek Jansen series is a small part of my own ‘dissolution’ and being a fat man riddled with bullet holes about whose demise the crowd roars with laughter to use Orwell’s own terminology within the first chapter.  No, I never invited any kids to spend the night with me in any cave and no, there was no berserker berries incident.  You see, I don't own the past.  Colbert owns that little corner of it.  Before you disregard that claim or that the Teddy Bear in Spielberg’s AI:Artificial Intelligence is aimed primarily at me (however generally applicable it may be in a more general way), just ask yourself – Who else is critically analyzing Spielberg’s and others’ works in terms of so-called ‘mind control’?  No one.  That alone is enough to draw their attention and ire, although my own sins probably started that snowball rolling years ago and/or I was ‘inducted’ for other reasons.  Recall that he and his brother know EVERYTHING.

There was no law, not even an unwritten law, against frequenting the Chestnut Tree Café, yet the place was somehow ill-omened. The old, discredited leaders of the Party had been used to gather there before they were finally purged.
In Oceania there is no law. Thoughts and actions which, when detected, mean certain death are not formally forbidden, and the endless purges, arrests, tortures, imprisonments, and vaporizations are not inflicted as punishment for crimes which have actually been committed, but are merely the wiping-out of persons who might perhaps commit a crime at some time in the future. A Party member is required to have not only the right opinions, but the right instincts. Many of the beliefs and attitudes demanded of him are never plainly stated, and could not be stated without laying bare the contradictions inherent in Ingsoc.

In the Colbert Report's Tek Jansen series (a play on my name), it’s astronaut this, astroglide that, alpha squad this, parumpum that, chocolate blades of thunder this (associating me with that silly film), etc., regardless of ‘Lawrence vs. Texas’ and the continuing prevelance of such material within the adult film industry (even just down the road here in bible belt Georgia).  For my part, as long as such material is legally available and beamed to my TV via Dish Network, I will feel free to view such material (and even engage in the act if I care to and the opportunity ever arises – no pun intended).

In MC, it's not the laws that are always so ambiguous, since MC is certainly inclusive of those.  It's the certainty and nature of the penalties and the full breadth of MC’s reach that are kept under such a tight secrecy, defined only by amorphous signs that are inclusive of somewhat acceptable (or at least controversial) behaviors.  MC pretends to be law, when it needs to.  Psychiatry when it needs to, encapsulated well by inner party member Steven King's "Kill the crazies!!" from The Stand.  Bible and morality when it needs to, encapsulated well by Spielberg's "Angels to watch over you.", the angel on the rope in inner party member Terry Gilliam's '12 Monkeys' or the angel in playland in 'AI' or Twilight Zone's angel in the mirror that no one else but the instantly homeless and jobless Mr. Bevis (pronounced Beevis) can see (produced in 1961).  Public health when it needs to (usually in the form of HIV - implied or otherwise), encapsulated well by King's, "Stay away from East Texas!  The PLAGUE!" or ”Flu buddy” or by mention of "Health code" in the film 'Devil's Advocate'.  It's wonderfully flexible that way.

So, walk into a porn shop and someday before you even know it, they may have already brought their hands down and caught you.  'The Game' suggests that women who don't wear panties in public... So, watch out ladies.  Always follow the straight and narrow... Or else.  I believe that is the mindset that they want non-targeted people to have.

No one who had once fallen into the hands of the Thought Police ever escaped in the end. They were corpses waiting to be sent back to the grave. - Orwell

If I were to draw attention to the presumed connotations of the phrase 'Junior Anti-Sex' or 'Fruity', I would get ready and enthusiastic agreement (deniably, of course) from the network.  If, on the other hand, I drew attention to:

'Do you begin to see, then, what kind of world we are creating? It is the exact opposite of the stupid hedonistic Utopias that the old reformers imagined. A world of fear and treachery is torment, a world of trampling and being trampled upon, a world which will grow not less but more merciless as it refines itself. Progress in our world will be progress towards more pain. The old civilizations claimed that they were founded on love or justice. Ours is founded upon hatred. In our world there will be no emotions except fear, rage, triumph, and self-abasement. Everything else we shall destroy everything. Already we are breaking down the habits of thought which have survived from before the Revolution. We have cut the links between child and parent, and between man and man, and between man and woman. No one dares trust a wife or a child or a friend any longer. But in the future there will be no wives and no friends. Children will be taken from their mothers at birth, as one takes eggs from a hen. The sex instinct will be eradicated. Procreation will be an annual formality like the renewal of a ration card. We shall abolish the orgasm. Our neurologists are at work upon it now. There will be no loyalty, except loyalty towards the Party. There will be no love, except the love of Big Brother. There will be no laughter, except the laugh of triumph over a defeated enemy. [There will be no art, no literature, no science. When we are omnipotent we shall have no more need of science. - apparent fluff to accomodate the overall storyline] There will be no distinction between beauty and ugliness. There will be no curiosity, no enjoyment of the process of life. All competing pleasures will be destroyed. But always -- do not forget this, Winston -- always there will be the intoxication of power, constantly increasing and constantly growing subtler. Always, at every moment, there will be the thrill of victory, the sensation of trampling on an enemy who is helpless. If you want a picture of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a human face -- for ever.'

The network that keeps the machine in motion DOES include some of the most hateful, vengeful, bigoted, intolerant and self-righteous people in the nation (not to mention some of the richest and most powerful).  How do they share their hatred?  Very, very carefully with a great deal of sophistication and a lot of thought towards cover, self-protection and self-promotion within entertainment venues.  Try to find a movie that DOESN’T touch upon the subject either as its core underlying premise or at least in passing.  As a target, I am almost entirely estranged from my own family due primarily to my persecutors’ machinations and the suspicion those cultivate.  I regularly see points like that ignored altogether by the network or suggested in safe (deniable) contexts like 1984 itself or considered something like, "Oh that's just the fictional context.  A bit of fluff.  Pay it no mind.  Absurd." or “Oh, that’s just for monkeys like YOU.” (whatever THAT means).  But the network should pay more attention to its own old testament bible ‘1984’, in my opinion, and to their own grandfather, Orwell.  The only common denominator of a CIA/surveillance state is, after all, fear, and over time in not being accountable to anything but itself could be expected to gradually whittle human variation down to a grey sameness with a very few in ultimate charge.  Maybe I’m over projecting.  What I do know for sure is that none of the people on the inside, not one, will ever come forward, hold a press conference and tell it exactly like it is.  No one.  Those who don't love it or consider it a necessary evil are too afraid to risk the ire of the rest of the network.  They have much to fear.  And they know that doing so would do precious little good, if the effort even made it past the network to the airwaves at all.  The major news media are already involved.

One thing 1984 obviously is not and that is simply some projection of the Stalinist USSR into the future, having as it does more to do with sex than communism, which is the largest common denominator of the clandestine harassments of so-called ‘mind control’, at least as the network paints its own picture in the airwaves.

The CIA was christened in 1947 and presumably its British counterpart was in a similar state of formation at the time, following the close cooperation of the US and Britain during and after WWII.  According to Nicholas M. Harrock of the New York Times in his article “CIA Documents Tell of 1954 Project to Create Involuntary Assassins” dated February 9, 1978, in which Mr. Harrock describes a plan to assassinate a prominent politician or if necessary an American official [if elected?], the CIA’s research into so-called ‘mind control’ dates back to 1949, ironically the same year that 1984 was published.  Roger Waters of the band Pink Floyd appears to agree independently that World War II was about time that modern mind control came into being and presumably the technologies underlying and enabling it, evidently referring to it, I believe, as 'the post-war dream' in the final Floyd album 'The Final Cut', making as he did an occasional comment like "I used to read books with kickufahkickufah." (sp?), evidently referring to porn of some kind.  'The Wall' (both album and film) was/were obviously about mind control from beginning to end.  That I know.  Interestingly within 1984 the film in comparison to the novel, Julia's confessed sexual history was changed from "dozens of times" to "hundreds of times", evidently to keep her past continue to seem extreme even within a changing Western world.

Whether the actual technology of thought surveillance existed at the time as it does today or if ‘thought police’ and ‘the place where there is no darkness’ were simply metaphors, I do not know for sure, but many millions were being poured into wartime research at the time and unlike the bomb, which could not be kept hidden, THAT one could and has been woven into some very esoteric schemes of (mainly psychological) application.  Any fool would expect it to be sought after as greedily as the ultimate intelligence tool with every bit as much determination as the bomb was sought as the ultimate weapon, a greed that probably first occurred to someone when the first frog leg was made to twitch with the application of an electric current.

In 1984 and in a larger and clearer degree the film 'Doctor Strangelove', you’ll notice a coupling within the ‘red’ symbolism between the athiesm and enemy-hood of communism of the time and the immorality that the leaders of the American purges considered non-conformist sexual behaviors and homosexuality.  It’s difficult to say which came first (no pun intended – whoever came up with that word duality – duckword – was a genius).  But they were seeking to purge both from the ranks of the film industry and government during the McCarthyist fifties framed by those two media works.  So, you may have somewhat more insight into some of the tools by which those purges took place and by which American opinion was and continues to be manipulated.

I would assume that the Oceania, Eastasia, Eurasia war premise mirrors the abrupt change from hot war with Germany to cold war with the Soviet Union, which had already begun even before the hot war had ended, as the victorious powers were already racing to carve out their separate shares of Europe and the surviving Germain brain trust.  Maybe it is also inclusive of sexuality as well with the message being that society is at war with whomever the telescreens, the majority and the leaders TELL you we are at war with.  After all, like Doctor Strangelove, 1984 is every bit as much about sex as it is about war, though in both cases it is difficult to tell where the talk of war leaves off and implications of sex begin amid the talk about millions killed, which is the way that both artists appeared to like it.  These days, they want you to be absolutely convinced when they hold up the image of a child in your face, unconvinced when they babble (or we scream) about mind reading, but with a touch of fear (or satisfaction depending on your point of view) at the back of your mind that it could all be real and (once again depending on your past and point of view) that you could be next.  Or, if you lost that job, perhaps you already are. When no one talks and only signs and implies, when people conspire in large numbers with the support of the state, when the news media will not report the news, when the complaints of the persecuted are systematically disregarded and ignored, when surveillance, harassment and torture technology leave no trace, when the fox not only guards the chickens but paints a picture of itself and the chickens in the cartoon news, when a system never officially acknowledges its own existence, then even a saint can plausibly be stuffed into that box too.  Was Doctor David Allen, who questioned the Bush administration’s claims about nuclear material in reference to Iraq and was later found dead of a self-inflicted gunshot wound to the head and who left behind a note with the words ‘numerous dark actors’, another victim?  You’ll never know.  You don’t own the past.

The following is from the essay Hacks and Spooks by Richard Keeble – Professor of Journalism at the University of London – writing for Media Lens

Going as far back as 1945, George Orwell no less became a war correspondent for the Observer -- probably as a cover for intelligence work. Significantly most of the men he met in Paris on his assignment, Freddie Ayer, Malcolm Muggeridge, Ernest Hemingway were either working for the intelligence services or had close links to them. Stephen Dorril, in his seminal history of MI6, reports that Orwell attended a meeting in Paris of resistance fighters on behalf of David Astor, his editor at the Observer and leader of the intelligence service’s unit liasing with the French resistance.

The release of Public Record Office documents in 1995 about some of the operations of the MI6-financed propaganda unit, the Information Research Department of the Foreign Office, threw light on this secret body -- which even Orwell aided by sending them a list of “crypto-communists”. Set up by the Labour government in 1948, it “ran” dozens of Fleet Street journalists and a vast array of news agencies across the globe until it was closed down by Foreign Secretary David Owen in 1977.

Now, let's take a quick look at one of the CIA's many lies called Psi Tech:

PSI TECH Mission Statement

A message from Jonina Dourif, President and Dane Spotts, CEO 

PSI TECH's mission is to evolve human consciousness through the development and training of mind technologies. We assert that all people are born with natural psychic or sixth sense abilities, however, in most, it lies dormant. By training our cutting edge Technical Remote Viewing® skills, this innate PSI ability or "PSI muscle" as we like to call it, becomes activated. Awakening this dormant capability in the human race is PSI TECH's goal. Once human beings have installed this learned skill, not only will it expand an individual's potential but when enough people become activated, it will shift consciousness on a global scale. 

PSI TECH had its beginnings in the covert world of military intelligence. The company was created in 1989 by a few renegade officers in a top secret military intelligence unit who risked their careers to transfer this classified technology into the private sector. Those individuals knew that when the Defense Intelligence Agency's Remote Viewing Operational Unit lost its funding that this ground breaking technology would be lost forever. PSI TECH was formed to prevent the loss and to secure its subsistence. Several highly placed government individuals chose to look the other way, thus, helping to usher Remote Viewing and PSI TECH into the private sector. 


Imagine a world with no secrets. A future where human beings have developed their innate sixth sense and have integrated these abilities into their everyday life. When enough people on Planet Earth have installed this skill, it will change the face of consciousness. The world will be a very different place. You play an important role in that future. A player in the biggest and most important game in the universe. All of us at PSI TECH invite you to join us. We look forward to assisting you in developing your potential while you assist us in reaching our goal. This is just the beginning. 

No secrets for others and complete secrecy for themselves and their large and growing 'posse' with disinformation like that in abundance and a notable absence of the crueler aspects of 'remote viewing'.  What a mass of dangerous lies and half truths by an intelligence community that specializes in those.  This, believe it or not, is part of the way that the intelligence community (nope, no ‘renegade’ offshoot) is seeking to build a future where some have all the information (and hence power) and others have very little – can literally sneak into your home and even your mind.  There is no physical mechanism for natural psychic abilities.  That part is sheer lie.  There IS hard evidence (the little that has not been destroyed or classified) that the intelligence community has funded and developed surreptitious technologies of extraordinary surveillance and has been applying them for decades in cruel and esoteric ways that leapfrog all Constitutional protections of citizens and that protect themselves in sheer lack of proof and that they ARE drawing in a big part of the conservative community to leverage those technologies, perhaps without many of those persons even knowing that the ‘abilities’ are based on surreptitious technologies at all (or that they themselves can also fall prey to them).

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