Otherware Salutes: The Spiritual Cinema Circle

When you live your life with enthusiasm and spirit,
you can create miracles.
You can also wind up falling flat on your face if you don't back up your intent with action and intelligence.

I've done both, and last week I was reminded of the truth that anyone who's really on a "journey" has to do both. And that it's ok to fail, as long as you can see that failing at things sometimes doesn't mean that you are a failure.

Today I’d like to honour Stephen Simon from the gang at The Spiritual Cinema Circle. I've mentioned him before in the Indigo kids post, and it was he that reminded me of this fact, and as I have wanted to write a little something about “The Circle”, I now have the perfect excuse.

I was on a tele-conference call, participating in the first lecture of an eight-week Master Class in Spiritual Cinema. I became a Circle member earlier this year, and when I found out about the Master Class I knew I had to be part of it, No Matter What. I got that same energetic impulse that I got before the eclipse and at other times which have turned out to be key turning points in my life. I’ve learned over time to trust these inner promptings because my "Fiduciary" hasn't been wrong yet. I haven't always listened mind you, but that's another story...The ancient Egyptians called the voice in the head the Ka. It was considered to be a double, or another version of the self used for guidance or inspiration. It's also your "intuition" or "higher self". The P's call it the "fiduciary". Whatever name you like best, it's nowhere near as important as the relationship you build with it. It will help you make the shift from linear to multidimensional living.

Straight after I read the invitation I just knew that I was already a part of the Master Class group. That Group. All I had to do was to connect with them now, in 3-D. I couldn't afford the enrolment fee though and wondered what I could do...I tried getting some extra dj work. Nada. A few extra students turned up to yoga but it wasn’t quite enough. A week before the course was to start I got this nagging feeling that wouldn’t stop, and had to find a way to make it work, so....I wrote one email. It was to someone I had never met, and still haven't. The person wishes to remain anonymous, but a week later I learned that my tuition fees had been taken care of. What!? Oh wow.

That first class, as Stephen Simon said himself, felt "electric", and the course is going to totally rock. James Twyman and Neale Donald Walsch are coming onto the calls over the next few weeks to speak about their experiences and answer questions about their movies, and every aspect of the movie business is going to be covered, from screenwriting to finding the right producer, as well as the inside scoop on what makes the Hollywood machine tick. The best part is that Stephen Simon’s honesty and encouraging attitude set a very positive tone from the get go. He took a few minutes to tell us about the kind of space he intended to help us create as well as a bit about his background.

He’s one that certainly knows a thing or two about miracles. His life is a good example of someone who's beaten the odds more than once. He spoke of how important it is to be able to be ok with failing sometimes, as many of the people on the call were aspiring filmmakers, actors or writers themselves. He described some of his own encounters with failure in the past, but said how essential it is to not equate that kind of failure with feeling like a failure as a person. And he's right. But no matter how many times I think I've gotten it, it's always reassuring when someone else who's walked a similar path says that. He now directs major film projects in Hollywood (Indigo being the latest one), he chooses the films distributed by the Spiritual Cinema Circle and helps to run it, and he now spearheads the movement behind this much needed new film genre.

personally, it took me a long time to get that it’s ok to fail, as my life has certainly had its fair share of ups and downs, and I always blamed. I had a bad case of the "poor me's" for a long time. But a few years back, after a particularly dark period, my lover at the time told me that he didn't “do” the "poor me's" and it really woke me up. He left me shortly after that, but his statement was a huge gift. I knew his stance was the right one, so I picked myself up, for what seemed like the thousandth time, and made a deal with myself that if my life fucked up again, I'd try my best to not only see the lessons, but to be more objective, and stop believing that I was creating all this crap because I was a total loser. It was good advice, and since then life has improved dramatically!

I feel incredibly fortunate to now be a part of this network and for the potential that it has opened up. And there are so many unspoken understandings in this kind of heart-centered environment, enabling one to concentrate on just being one’s best. Dj-ing, in it's purest sense for me, is all heart, but in order to get to that space with the right bunch of people, you've often got to battle your way through all these tiresome things. There are the clueless door bitches with bad attitudes, the know it all club-owners who just want you to "pump it up", the carting of heavy records down dimly lit, sometimes smelly back alleys, often at 5am, or in heels, or both, the names being left off the door list, the promoters who promise,"you'll get paid properly once we've built up the night" then sack you once they've built up the night, and that's just skimming the surface, but suffice to say that I've had enough of the lower-chakra work environments to last several lifetimes. Anyway, I think I might even try pitching a film idea I’ve been aching to do at some point too.... Funny, when I first had the idea for it, I never in a million years thought I might actually be able to pitch the idea to a Hollywood director! We live in incredible times. The invisible world is getting easier to navigate.

I haven't even begun to touch on my passion for cinema in my posts so far, but let's just say, I really love good film. Art house, cult, foreign films, documentaries, Sci-Fi - stuff that’s a bit edgier, mostly. And a really good black comedy or Japanese animation can't be beaten.

Last year I started a film fest called "Underground Knowledge" and organised a couple of screenings of the Power Hour's "911 In Plane Site" as well as William Henry's "Stargates Of the Gods". I got in touch with the filmmakers themselves, organised a very lush private cinema, and split the costs with all the people who came to see the docos. It worked really well, and I was extremely relieved when the response was so positive, and I covered my costs. Over the last few weeks I've been busily organising more screenings, more venues and more movies, and I feel really good about the way it's all been coming together.

When I first got the urge to start a film thing I hesitated at first. My inner critic, who was sporting boxing gloves that day, cornered me in the ring and said while striking me with a left hook, "Who are you to put on a film festival? You never went to film school. You’ve never even worked in the industry, what gives you the right?"
My sexy inner Systems-Buster wasn't going down that easy though and countered with a jab to the Critic’s ribs saying,
“I wouldn’t be so sure about that, darling. I can pick killer stuff (holding up a compact and fixing her lipstick). I spend every spare moment researching underground knowledge. I know this.” But it was a stalemate. For all my inner battles, it still took an acquaintance of mine to convince me one day to just go for it. He said, "Maybe you had the idea because YOU'RE the one who's meant to do it." Smart guy.

So, my desire to be in the Master Class was fuelled by wanting to learn as much about the industry as possible, and considering my tastes, the concept behind it is just brilliant and I'd love to help promote spiritual cinema here in Australia. Synchronistically, I was offered access to a state-of-the-art cinema here in Melbourne a few days earlier, where screening these types of films would be ideal. V. Exciting.

I’m caught off guard in a way, by all this, but it’s so good to realise I’m seeing the manifestation of what I thought was just a dream, right before my eyes.

Critical Mass

One definition is:
"the minimum mass of fissionable material that can sustain a chain reaction".

It has been said that if a critical mass of people can reach expanded states of consciousness, that is all it will take for the whole to be affected. Think the Hundredth Monkey. The "expanded state of consciousness" in the monkey's case involved going from eating unwashed yams, to, after generations of this behaviour, discovering that washing them in the sea made them less sandy and more salty, so a few started doing it, then others began to copy them. Soon other monkeys on other islands inexplicably started washing their yams too. At least that's the legend, and it may not be a completely true story, but you get the drift.

James Twyman has tested this out by organising group meditations with numbers of people representing 1% of a city's population and had them meditate on the city's fringe. During these times, it was noted that war-like activities decreased, emergency room visits decreased, violent acts against others decreased, car accidents and thefts decrease, and in one case in Ireland a few years back, a heavy political situation was diffused the day after one of these events. See James Twyman's site for more info on that story.

It helps to know this when encountering people who are stuck in their current paradigms of limiting or wrong beliefs. I don't expect everybody to drop everything in the pursuit of enlightenment, because they can't. I do, however, believe that if you're reading this, then perhaps you're not one of those people, and I want to share my experiences in the hope that something deeper will stir and awaken within you.

The Sound Healing Day was a huge success. My experience was fantastic, and I got to share it with an old friend Alex, who's in town visiting from London. He and I have always gotten on famously, probably because we're both Pleiadian. Check out his site, it's a hoot.

We both had to postpone appointments to join in, but that's half the fun. It was definitely one of the best organised World Puja broadcasts. Jonathan Goldman did a wonderful job of explaining the power of healing with sound, and Dr Emoto spoke to us through a translater at the same time Deepak Chopra and Gregg Braden joined the link up. Very Auspicious (say with dubbed Kung-Fu movie accent).

We heard about the water ceremonies that were taking place all over, where people had gathered at sunrise in different locations to pour water with the "love and gratitude" frequencies imprinted into it, into waterways small and large, to cleanse and heal our planet's water. The Hopi have a prophecy that through the waters we will know when Earth is in real trouble, and the signs are everywhere. Check this link for a special report to the Pentagon on severe climate change.

We were to tone the "ah" sound, which is completely non-denominational so that no-one felt uncomfortable. It opens the heart chakra and pulses at the same rate as the Schumann Resonance, the base resonant frequency of the planet. It's worked out on the data that it takes just under 1/8 of a second to transit the circumference of the globe at the speed of light, so we can understand that will be on the order of ~8 cycles per second, or 8 Hz. Alex and I had gathered some rain water and tap water and put it in glass jugs in front of us so that it would pick up the frequencies that carried our "attitude of gratitude", as Jonathan put it, into the water. Can't wait to see what the water crystals from today look like when Dr Emoto puts them up on his site.

We had a great time toning together. Sometimes high, sometimes low, sometimes in the middle, and we sent out some gorgeous harmonics along with those we could hear during the broadcast.
It sounded like Jonathan Goldman had gathered quite an assembly of harmonically adept friends and students. The undertones and overtones they created were wild as usual, with bell sounds, and rumbling bass sounds emerging out of the choir's voices. It always gets me when I hear that stuff. What is it?? I don't know, but I love it! After awhile I felt like doin' some om's and each breath beforehand would seem to make the chant last for the longest time, like I had twice as much breath as usual.

It wasn't a long session, lasting for under ten minutes, but afterwards we turned to each other and grinned like Cheshire cats. It was Alex's first time, and it was pretty fab to see how much he loved it.

I'm taking one of the jugs down to The Yarra river tomorrow and pouring the whole lot in. The rest I'm drinking.

Om's Not Bombs

The 3rd Annual World Sound Healing Day
happens today Feb 14, at 7:00pm New York time,
with global tone at 8:00pm.
Melbourne times are Tuesday Feb 15th at 11:00am,
with global tone at 12 midday.


I'll be here at home, logging on to World Puja at the right time so I can listen live, connect up and help create "The Sound Heard Around the World". Hoping that you may be inspired enough to do the same, in private, or in a group.

Special Guests:
Jonathan Goldman, Sarah Benson, Kimba Arem & the fabulous Dr. Masaru Emoto, whose amazing book "The Hidden Messages In Water" should be accessible to everyone on the planet (especially as we are 75%-90% water ourselves, hello). In my home it has become a permanent coffee-table fixture and it has changed the lives of many who've come through these doors. I daresay the Doctor will have a glass of water on hand to "listen" to the frequencies we all create and then photograph the resulting water crystal so we can all see how beautiful we sound as a unified planet!


Anyway, I LOVE global meditations. One of the first times I participated in one of these was in 1987, during the Harmonic Convergence. I was still just a sweet innocent yoga student then, with a record-shop job and an alternative music radio show, and really had very little idea of the significance of the meditation I was doing. It was just another function at my school, or so it seemed. I found out years later that the man whose vision it was to alert the world of this rare and magnificent planetary alignment was Dr. Jose Arguelles, who I later came to know about through his seminal work, "The Mayan Factor". He's someone for whom I now have the deepest respect for, and after seeing him speak in person, love for. I don't think I've ever believed this about anybody before, but I consider him to be a bona-fide prophet, as he has demonstrated by example though his life's work - the outstanding decodings of the Mayan civilization and their calendar, and the global network he has administered for the dissemination of this crucial knowledge. He does it for nothing too, which speaks volumes to me.

With much help through the underground networks of lightworkers (in '87 the internet was still in its infancy), millions of people all over the earth gathered in their communities and sacred sites to link hearts and minds. It was a beautiful ceremony, and I'm so glad I always kept the original handout from that event.

Things have certainly changed since then. More people are aware of meditation practices in general and even more are regularly participating themselves. This is helped along tremendously by the work of many dedicated scientists, who are finally able to confirm one of those things that yogis, mystics and metaphysicians have been saying for literally Ages: that our inner realities have a tangible, measurable effect in our outer world. A recent study into prayer, for example, has shown conclusively that it works. No surprises there for a lot of people, but fuck it's nice when there are double-blind studies to confirm it!

I now know that the Harmonic Convergence was pivotal in creating a new set of frequencies for the planet, one of the effects being the emergence of these indigo/crystal kids. It was the signal many of them required from us, prior to incarnation, that enough people on this planet were ready for The Shift that they are ushering in. Although I have no way of proving this to you, it doesn't matter, because the kids will, one way or another.

I first found out about the World Puja (puja=prayer) website a couple of years ago, when the word went out about the Harmonic Concordance, another global meditation around an extremely rare planetary alignment.

It was my first time as a participant "online", and I was at home alone, sitting cross-legged on my loungeroom floor listening to the broadcast. I really wasn't prepared for what happened next. Once the introductions, welcomes and thank-you's were complete, Jonathan Goldman, who was hosting that one, asked everybody to slip into their hearts and connect up with all the other people who were participating.

I had no idea until weeks later that an estimated 11 million people worldwide were with me in that very moment, but what I felt! It was sublime, there are no words for the feelings and revelations I had. It was as though I could feel everybody breathing, at times it felt so real I had to check that no-one was actually standing behind me. Most of all, in my heart I could feel everyone's intent for peace, their desire to contribute in a positive way, and their love. All our hearts were open and broadcasting the most incredible love frequencies that only millions united at once can create. I felt these frequencies everywhere, as a part of me, and all around me. I was struck deliriously dumb by the whole thing for a few moments, but once we began the toning, I was even more shocked to find that I'd mysteriously aqcuired what sounded like a pipe organ in my chest! So there I was, bellowing my lungs out (and scaring the neighbours no doubt), my voice mingling with the voices coming out of my speakers, and the sounds were truly astonishing, as well as mesmerisingly beautiful. We continued to tone for another 20 minutes, and when it was time to end, I would've given anything for another 20. I just didn't want to leave that place yet, it was so powerful and real. The broadcast sadly had to end, but over the next few days the feelings, insights and sense of peace I'd gained stayed vibrantly alive within me, as a profound sense of joy, and as a re-newed faith in humanity. Since then, I've shared in many World Puja events and their archives have been a much needed retreat at times. Please consider supporting this free service in whatever way you can. If nothing else, please pass on the link to at least one person you know.

I will no doubt elaborate further at a later point as this is a subject very dear to me, but if you're really doubtful that meditations work, check out the top 3 "classic otherware" links on my side bar, for some scientific proof that I may not be talking out of my ass (and because I had to spend an hour learning the right CSS language to put the links up there in the first place). There's plenty of proof out there.

Our imagination is the most powerful tool humanity has at its disposal. Look around at your surroundings, your home, office, the seat you are sitting on....everything you can see was first imagined before it came into physical form.

Our thoughts are things. And our feelings can help propel our thoughts into all dimensions, with results we perceive to be positive or negative. As you continue to look around your world, can you see that your fear, anger, bitterness, apathy or lack of compassion in your personal life may have helped create these same conditions on a global scale? As individuals we must start taking some of the responsibility for what we create collectively, and for where we are headed if we don't learn to evolve out of our current worldviews.

Thankfully, the future isn't set in stone. We can consciously co-create our future with the choices that we make from this point on. Just because you've done something a certain way your whole life doesn't mean you must stay that way. The point of power is in the present, and just as we can recognise our abilties to create unhealthy situations, so we must also own our power to create positive change, as individuals of course, but also as a species. Can you imagine how our whole world would be transformed in an instant if each one of us chose to live by this maxim:

"Let there be peace. Let it begin with me."

Happy Valentine's Day.

Greetings, Earthlings!

Greetings Earthlings
Originally uploaded by lizmuzik.

Couldn't resist putting this one up.

Mediavillage.net has discovered "something odd about the Washington [webcam] image feed."

Essentially, this image was captured by the National Parks Service Police in Washington on Feb 10 at around 3am local time.
In some screen shots, a UFO appears to be hovering in the sky over Washington DC. The sighting was immediately reported to NUFORC.org. Read more here.

The only question now is, "Is this our stuff, or their stuff?"

"The Man"

Our duty, as men and women,

is to proceed as if limits to our ability did not exist.

Pierre Teilhard de Chardin

(1881-1955)

Originator of the term "noosphere",

in case you were wondering.

If you only read one piece about him ever,

Wired Magazine published this must-read feature

about his life, his vision and his prediction about the emergence of cyberconsciousness 50 years before the internet was born.

Unreal.

Greetings, Pleiadian! (Part 1)

Liz and Gerard Eclipse 2002
Originally uploaded by lizmuzik.

That's the message I receive every time I log onto e-bay, which is nice. 

I've been wanting to write a post about my Pleiadian roots all week, but how does one begin such an undertaking?

I mean, it's fine to blither on about my interests to a point, but do we really need to bring extra-dimensional beings and ET contact into it??
Well, yes we do actually. Bugger.

In Dec 2002, on the spur of the moment, I decided to head to South Australia to watch the total solar eclipse in the Australian Outback. I had no idea how I would make it all happen, with less than 18 hours to spare and about a thousand miles between me and my target, and er, no car. I had been dreaming of going for weeks but it wasn't until the night before that it really hit me. I HAD TO BE THERE. I started thinking, "Yes! Yes!! I can do this. I just have to get myself to Adelaide, and then somehow, it will all fall into place."

As you can see by the picture, I made it. 

Plane, train and bus tickets to the South Australian capital had been sold out for weeks, but my whole trip was thankfully graced by the most amazing series of synchronicities, and so, after a couple of hours of hardcore searching, I managed to secure the last ticket on the last bus that would get me there. 

I know now that I was being guided the whole time. I had just begun reading the "Conversations with God" series, and on the overnight bus journey to Adelaide, I read the final chapters of Book 3, and vowed to live the teachings for the duration of my adventure, at least. It's in the living of wisdom that the truth really emerges. And it's a beautiful thing, when you make the leap from understanding to actually knowing. 

Back to the story though. I was going alone, without any clue as to how I would actually get to a location to view the eclipse, which was going to be at least another 2-4 hours away by car, in any of the directions I could've gone. Once I arrived in Adelaide at around 7 am, that left me the barest slice of time to get my bearings, find a ride, and be comfortaby set up at a spot without any clouds by the time it hit. 

I didn't even know why this sudden mission to "see the eclipse" became more important to me than anything else in my life, including my regular Djing spots which were my only source of income. But, I had no problem brushing off whatever work was going for the next 3 days. The only thing I knew was that nothing was going to stop me, and if I had to stand on the highway with a bit of cardboard that said "ECLIPSE', I was going to do it. As a precaution, I packed a big black marker pen, just in case.

I first read about "eclipse watchers" in an article in The Face magazine, sometime in the mid-nineties. I had no idea there was a whole sub-culture that revolved around chasing solar eclipses, and that thousands of these "crazy" people would plan their trips years in advance and fly the globe in search of their next hit of eclipse ecstasy.

Although I didn't really think much of it at the time, I realized that when it was my turn to join the ranks, their voices still echoed in my memories. Tales of the dazzling sight of the eclipse in "totality" reverberated throughout my body, sending waves of excitement and anticipation into every cell, activating, I think, some ancient remembrance of my connection to the Sun. I tingled all over. I breathed more deeply. Forces much larger than me were at play, and I surrendered completely to them. 

I packed with the barest amount of "stuff" to weigh me down, just one small maroon old-school Qantas bag from the 70's, with the ivory coloured plastic handles, and a pillow. I knew that packing light would be a good move, especially because I wanted to take up as little room as possible in the event that the lift I'd been visualizing actually eventuated. I figured that I needed to get to the spot where NASA and the bulk of the world's media would be, Ceduna, on the South Australian coast. The eclipse watchers would be there too, of course, and I wanted to say hello.

So many things were going around my head that night on the bus. I had plans forming on top of other plans. I reasoned that my best bet would be to go to the temporary eclipse-glasses stand at a nearby shopping mall, which would be open for a couple of hours in the morning, and hopefully hook up with someone there. Or I could try getting a seat on a bus headed for Ceduna. If by some miracle, I could get a ticket.There was always the road sign of course, as I remembered the marker I had diligently packed, but then it dawned on me....hey, why go to all that trouble? Maybe there's someone HERE, on THIS BUS, that is going too...hmmm, why not strike up some conversation at the diner stops along the way? Having decided on my best plan of action, I dived headlong into the final chapters of CWG3.
Many hours and at least three tomato and cheese sandwiches later, I still hadn't found a lift, but it didn't matter. I'd taken a few quantum leaps in consciousness, shed a few sweet tears, found out that God was down with aliens and other lifeforms (amongst other things), and my heart told me that that everything was going to be ok.

So, at around 7:10 am, our bus arrived safely, and I was halfway there. I scoped the place for the ticket counter, which hadn't opened yet, and the cafe, which was busily preparing steaming cups of cheap coffee and what looked like a half-decent breakfast for the early morning travellers. Then I scoped the crowd. Maybe all those years of having to find fellow clubbers in dim lighting, and still spot a great outfit, had served me well. "Telescope", I kept thinking, "Find a telescope, a tripod, camera gear, geek with map, anything!!!" 

It was then that I spotted it. A wooden case, roughly 4 ft by 2 ft, surrounded by tripods, bags, cameras, and two guys next door who bore more than slight resemblances to Tom Selleck and, sorry Gerard, Mr Bean.
Holy MOTHERLODE Batman, my prayers had been answered!

TO BE CONTINUED....here


In the meantime, here's an excerpt from Gerard's hilarious account of our adventures over the next three days. He sent it to me via email a few days after we returned home. I always promised him I'd write my own, and here it is, finally. It's some dialogue that the two of them recited sections of to me several times the over the next 3 days, much to our collective amusement. Enjoy.

Scene: A forest outside South Park. It is night.
Cartman: You guys, I have to get home.
Kyle: Don’t be such a fraidy cat Cartman, this rope will make sure they can’t take you on board again.
Cartman: Oh man, this sucks!
Stan: How come the visitors aren’t coming for him?
Kyle: I think we have to signal them somehow.
Cartman: (sound of farting fire) Ohhhhhh!
Stan’s girlfriend: Hey, he’s like Rudolph!
Kyle: Yeah, all you have to do is fart some more Cartman and the visitors are sure to come!
Cartman: Really? Ah, I don’t think I have to fart any more tonight.
Stan: Sure you do!
Kyle: Come on Cartman, fart!
Cartman: I don’t wanna!
Stan: He can’t hold it in forever.
Kyle: Fart damn you!
Cartman: (angry) Okay, that does it! Now listen! Why is it that everything today has involved things either going in, or coming out of my arse! I’m sick of it!(sound of eighty-foot satellite dish unfolding from Cartman’s arse). It’s completely immature!
Kyle: It’s happening again!
Stan: Wow, look at that! Now do you believe us Cartman?
Cartman: You guys can’t scare me, I know you’re making it all up.
Kyle: Cartman, there’s an eighty-foot satellite dish sticking out of your arse!
Cartman: Sure you guys. Whatever…

God...."on my side"

Indigo Kids and the Galactic Core!

I first heard about the Indigo Kids a few years back when James Twyman published his wonderful book, "Emissary Of Love".

My gorgeous friend Gina recently sent me the link below and if you're wondering what these kids are about, you've gotta check it out.

Akiane is an extraordinary young child prodigy, whose staggering output of stunning art and poetry typify her as an Indigo, coming of age.

Take note of her painting entitled "The Journey".

The disc-shaped object the young child is pointing at looks remarkably similar to the Harvard-Chandra X-Ray Observatory illustration above.

Coincidence? I think not.

Look out for Indigo the movie too. This is a big story told beautifully.

"Conversations With God" author Neale Donald Walsch & James Twyman have hooked up with Hollywood director Stephen Simon and - it's out this month.

The Australian premier was held in Byron Bay last month, with queues going around the block. So glad that films like this are finally being made.

Sir Rense-a-lot Strikes Again

NWO ahead
Originally uploaded by lizmuzik.

One of the best things about being a blogger is that I get to wax lyrical on any subject that takes my fancy. This is a good thing, as I have SO much to say. The only drawback is that if I could, I would probably spend all day attached to this damn computer. Luckily, I have a pretty full life away from it, or I like, totally would. The dopamine-inducing site meter alone is proving to be rather irresistible...but I digress.

If you got a chance to check out Jeff Rense yesterday, man, how hot was that show? I've been a huge fan of Jeff's since 2000, which was pretty much when I started searching the net for interesting talk shows that discussed edge subjects. In 2005, I rate him in my Top 3 of investigative journalists who do radio. The others are Alex Jones of infowars.com and Joyce & Dave Von Kleist from The Power Hour. I cannot thank them enough for their efforts and bravery. It just so happens that the Genesis Communications Network have given all these guys airtime, with Jeff being the latest addition. GCN, one of the few independently-owned media companies left in America, should be given a medal. 50 years ago there were over 1500 media corporations in the US. Today there are just 6.

I've been an avid radio listener all my life, and have had long stints on air myself, with Triple R Fm, Kiss Fm, and PBS, since 1985. I think by now I have a pretty good idea when people are speaking their truth, and even though I may not agree completely with these people's personal beliefs, they are bang-on at reporting news that the mainstream don't touch, or if they do, it's weeks later with some pathetic watered-down version of events or out-and-out disinformation. Purleeese...Don't just believe me though, do your own research and prove me wrong.

Yesterday's guest Michael Tsarion is an alternative historian and author. He's also also one of my favourite speakers, and I've heard him interviewed on numerous talk shows. An expert on the occult history of Ireland and America, as well as a researcher into Atlantis, alien genetic manipulation and occult bloodlines (amongst other things). Yesterdays discussion was one of the best verbal rallies I've ever heard. Call me crazy, but hearing these two eminently qualified and articulate men cover everything from the total enslavement of the masses through television and the media, to the global elite's agenda to wipe out 90% of the population with the avian flu or some genetically-markered bio-weapon, to the connections between Sharon and the Zionist Neo-Cons, to genetic experimentation by the Annunaki... well, they covered a lot of ground...lets just say that anyone willing to discuss that stuff intelligently in the public arena gets my wholehearted support. Thanks Jeff! Thanks Michael.

If this sounds like your thang, listen live here, 2-5pm Melbourne time Tues - Sat. If you miss that, the re-feed is on from 5-8 pm at the same link. Failing that, do yourself a favour and subscribe to Jeff's archives, and I'm not being paid to say that either.