Archival Material Of The Cabal’s History

I’m doing normal blog maintenance, approving comments and killing spam before it makes it into the public. I see a trackback, most of which are spammers trying to sneak in bogus links on this site to pages with God-only-knows what malware and ads for herbal erection pills.

But this was a legit trackback to this blog’s post written by Science Fiction Author Brian Niemeier (his books on Amazon are here. It discussed the corruption of the media machine and the control it exerts over who will become the public narrative-producers. It featured, in passing, this link to an Infogalactic page about a book:

A Confederacy of Dunces is a picaresque novel by American novelist John Kennedy Toole which appeared in 1980, eleven years after Toole’s suicide. Published through the efforts of writer Walker Percy (who also contributed a foreword) and Toole’s mother, the book became first a cult classic, then a mainstream success; it earned Toole a posthumous Pulitzer Prize for Fiction in 1981, and is now considered a canonical work of modern literature of the Southern United States.

Some of us have seen things, that illuminate the hidden mechanism everyone else is blind to. Once you see the machine, you begin seeing its effects everywhere, and soon you find a mere passing reference to a suicide by someone mentally sharp, who the machine could have viewed as a threat, triggers your interest – and an expectation of seeing certain events associated with the years leading up to the suicide. So I clicked over to the author’s page, vaguely worried there would be certain familiar indices accompanying the suicide:

Except for a few trips by car to Madison, Wisconsin to see army pal David Kubach, Toole spent most of the last three years of his life at home only leaving to go to Dominican. In the winter of 1967, Kubach, who had come down to visit Toole, noticed an increased sense of paranoia on Toole’s part; once when driving around New Orleans, Toole became convinced they were being followed and attempted to lose the car. The family moved to a larger rental house on Hampson Street, and Toole continued teaching, with his students noticing that his wit had become more acerbic… Toole began having frequent and intense headaches, and as aspirin was no help, he saw a doctor. The doctor’s treatment was also ineffective, and he suggested Toole see a neurologist, an idea which Toole rejected.

Toole tried to maintain a sense of normalcy and enrolled in Tulane in the fall of 1968 with the hopes of acquiring a Ph.D. He took a course studying Theodore Dreiser, on whom he had lectured while at Hunter, and was particularly interested in Dreiser’s close relationship with his mother and his anti-Catholic beliefs. The assassinations of Robert Kennedy and Martin Luther King Jr. in 1968 added to his feelings of grief and heightened his paranoia. Several of Toole’s longtime friends noticed he had an increasing sense of feelings of personal persecution. Toole went to see his friend Bob Byrne at his home in August 1968, where he again expressed sadness and humiliation that his book would not be published. Toole told Byrne that people were passing his home late in the night and honking their car horns at him, that students whispered about him behind his back, and that people were plotting against him. Byrne had a talk with him, which he felt, for the time being, calmed him down.

In the months before his suicide, Toole, who was usually extremely well groomed, “began to appear in public unshaved and uncombed, wearing unpolished shoes and wrinkled clothes, to the amazement of his friends and students in New Orleans.” He also began to exhibit signs of paranoia, including telling friends that a woman whom he erroneously thought had worked for Simon & Schuster was plotting to steal his book so that her husband, the novelist George Deaux, could publish it.

Toole became increasingly erratic during his lectures at Dominican, resulting in frequent student complaints, and was given to rants against church and state. Toward the end of the 1968 fall semester, he was forced to take a leave of absence and stopped attending classes at Tulane, resulting in his receiving a grade of incomplete. The Tooles spent Christmas of 1968 in disarray with Toole’s father in an increasing state of dementia, and Toole searching the home for electronic mind-reading devices.

Seeing the mechanism is a stress, I suspect mostly because it is a violation of expectation. And then the scale of it just keeps growing in your mind as you gradually realize it is everywhere. So the violation of expectation grows to a point it eventually can strain, and in some, actually break down the mind.

That is not law enforcement or intelligence. It becomes mentally absorbing, because it is not run for profit either, as far as I can tell. What will drive you the craziest is the total inability to understand the mechanism. I understand mechanisms innately, from the development of behaviors to the evolution of biological mechanisms. I see them everywhere. I can’t see a coin on the ground in the woods without reflexively running simulations of how and from where it likely fell and landed, where the previous owner was coming from and where he was heading, why the coin dropped, and visualizing what will happen to it after I leave.

But this is a mystery. Where it came from, how it thinks it might ever try to stay hidden, the economics, the motivations, where the orders come from, how they are delivered, where the information goes, who oversees it, why the grassroots operators even bother with it. It all escapes me. It is an enigma, hanging motionless in space, with no beginning and no end – and less perceivable purpose.

I wish I could have seen the suicide note. I’d also like to have known more about the mother, and why she was so triggered by the note she had to destroy it and never mention it again. She sounded evil, which I almost think could be related.

I think what spares the vast majority of people Toole’s fate is that none of them ever actually try to step into the public arena, and do what the machine’s professional actors do, to create the controlled culture the machine wants everyone to see. So the mechanism passes them by their entire lives, and they never think to look up from their daily existence. Even if they did they would never think that what exists in front of them could possibly be, and with no orders from above the machine doesn’t push the issue.

I am sure the significant parts of Toole’s story will go over most people’s heads, and that is a good thing. There are corners of the nation you really don’t want to recognize when you see them. I hesitate to go into them in detail, lest others end up seeing things that will degrade the quality of their lives. But I hate to admit, there are specific elements of that story which seem precisely familiar. Sadly not everyone is cut out to function well within that life, though I don’t want to sell Toole short. It is entirely possible, and maybe even likely, his suicide wasn’t a suicide.

I find it interesting he began to sense a presence after he submitted the book to publishers and it was rejected. My suspicion is the editors who read it sensed he was of such a talent he might pose a threat to the machine’s hegemony over the narrative, and they alerted the higher-ups, and for some reason the higher-ups felt they needed to get more direct control over him. I can only surmise their control over the luminaries and influencers of the literary world back then was more tenuous than it is now.

But the broad strokes of the machine’s structure were certainly the same as today. I think Cabal assets are spread throughout the media, and as much as they act as gatekeepers, and control the flow of events and resources, they are also sentinels, watching out for competition and alerting the higher ups of anyone who they feel needs to be controlled or removed. Write a letter to a newspaper, proffer a book to a publisher that is a little too good, or begin a website that starts to get organic traffic, and you will be on the radar, and they will strive to either take you out or get control over you.

Why they didn’t simply publish the work and draw him into the machine before he noticed them is beyond me. He had a history of service in the military, but then so did Brian Mancini, so that apparently has no bearing on acceptability to the machine. Indeed, it may be a detriment because it may signal you cannot be coerced to cross certain lines.

Perhaps he wasn’t a pedophile, and his psychological profile indicated he would have scoffed at satanism. Or maybe he had ideas about freedom which were inconsistent with the existence of the machine. Still, he was talented, and could probably have been controlled with other levers such as loyalty or ego. But perhaps that is not enough. Or perhaps he was right, and someone else in the machine wanted the book to publish it themselves. Perhaps that is where the first missing manuscript disappeared to. Or maybe there is some other metric by which the machine absorbs members.

There does seem to be cult-like aspects to some elements of the machine, though many at the lower levels seem to be relatively normal, some even nice. I suspect others may try to steer you away from activities which will put you on too much of a collision course with the Cabal, knowing how that ends. But whoever is running it at the topis killing innocent people, and they clearly have forces under their control who will run those ops.

Regardless, the machine has become a gigantic hot mess today, and unless the leadership finds a way to pull everything back into the shadows, it will be the catalyst for something major in the next thirty years, maybe much sooner. It has just become too big, and too extensive to remain as it was, and the democratization of information dissemination is not compatible with it remaining in the shadows. I will be shocked if 80% of the public doesn’t know about it in the next ten years.

When Q threatens the Cabal, by saying he is going to destroy them simply by turning the lights on, I am sure most who read that don’t understand the mechanism, or how much that shows that Q knows the story behind the scenes. But when you know what the machine is doing, on a broad scale, you realize that only someone who was really about to destroy the machine, and who knew how, would make that specific threat. He doesn’t need to kill the leaders, or cut off their money to really set off the conflagration, though doing some of that will make the ultimate conflagration less violent. All he needs to do is turn the lights on.

Let him turn the lights on, and you will very likely see the machine in your own life, doing things you would never accept. If you are here, it may very well be all around you. I assume, based on what I see, Trump is in a place where he now has no choice. Either he turns the lights on, and reveals all, or his genes will eventually be wiped from the earth. Honestly, I have no idea how he has gotten this far. That he has is a clear sign he operates on another level.

Even if Trump is victorious and reveals all, I suspect we will probably never know the true details about Toole, though. But even so, if his story is added to the public narrative, then in death he may yet have the effect on culture he wanted to have in life.

I record this here for archival purposes. There is a fascinating aspect to America, and perhaps the globe, which I assume will be of some interest to those in the future some day. This is among the earliest case studies I have seen, and so I record it here for those who will eventually document it’s earliest origins.

Until the lights come on.

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