Notes From Gordon ~ My Journey To Divergence

"Few of us can easily surrender our belief that society must somehow make sense. The thought that The State has lost its mind and is punishing so many innocent people is intolerable. And so the evidence has to be internally denied." — Arthur Miller, playwright

"Scientific societies are as yet in their infancy... It is to be expected that advances in physiology and psychology will give governments much more control over individual mentality than they now have even in totalitarian countries... after pupils have left school, they shall be incapable, throughout the rest of their lives, of thinking or acting otherwise than as their schoolmasters would have wished... Ordinary men and women will be expected to be docile, industrious, punctual, thoughtless, and contented. Of these qualities probably contentment will be considered the most important..." — Bertrand Russell in Education in a Scientific Society (1953)

My Journey To Divergence

Ever since I was a young boy I have sensed that I was somehow living outside of society. That I didn’t quite fit in—that I was looking at the world through a lens that my friends didn't share.

This ability, later combined with decades of experience as a technical market analyst and trader, has enabled me to recognize patterns that most people don't seem to see, even when they're right in front of us.

Call it heightened awareness or enhanced pattern recognition—the ability to connect a myriad of seemingly unrelated dots into a coherent mosaic of reality has rendered my life variously adventurous and at other times, rather lonely.

I realized long ago that the one thing most people do not want to know is the truth. Tell them the truth and they will resent you, revile you, shun you.

In some nations on our small planet today (Germany comes to mind), laws are in place to incarcerate you for revealing certain rather unpleasant historical facts that go well beyond what many good Americans would care to believe are true.

I've always had a passion for knowing the truth—for understanding the history that I was living through, in my own life and times.

It started in 1965 when I was accepted to what was then the world's arguably most prestigious preparatory school, Phillips Andover Academy.

Four years later I graduated with the sense that, for all the money my parents had spent on tuition, I had not been taught anything that I really needed to know.

Many years later I discovered how America's top prep schools, working in conjunction with various secret societies, function as early stage conduits into select colleges, and from there into the higher echelons of global power and control.

In 1969 while studying at Boston University, I attended student sit-ins in protest against Dow Chemical Corporation which I learned was manufacturing the millions of gallons of toxic defoliant, Agent Orange, that American bombers were dropping all over Vietnam.

Countless Vietnamese children in decades to follow would be born with horrible birth defects because the world’s largest empire since Rome had tried to poison and defoliate millions of acres of Vietnamese jungles so that bombers cruising comfortably at high altitudes could get a good view of which ground targets to bomb.

“I sat there in agony thinking about all that had led me to this private hell. My idealism, my patriotism, my ambition, my plans to be a good intelligence officer to help my country fight the communist scourge — what in the hell had happened? Why did we have to bomb the people we were trying to save? Why were we napalming young children? Why did the CIA, my employer for 16 years, report lies instead of the truth? I hated my part in the charade of murder and horror. My efforts were contributing to the deaths, to the burning alive of children — especially the children. The photographs of young Vietnamese children burned by napalm destroyed me.” — Ralph McGhee, former CIA intelligence analyst

I learned years later that America’s aggression against Vietnam had nothing to do with "stopping the spread of Communism," but it did have very much to do with the spreading of various drugs across America.

In 1980 and while still a young man, I befriended some older gentlemen who educated me to the truth about gold and silver as real money, and how the American dollar (Federal Reserve Note) was mathematically doomed to fail one day.

This got me headed down a very interesting path of self-education. I can remember that this was the point in my life when I stopped watching TV, which I came to realize was a total waste of time, and began reading instead.

In 1986 I began reading every single Supreme Court decision starting with the administration of George Washington. As I read through decades of increasingly slippery sophistry that drifted far from the principles of liberty upon which America was founded, I saw our republic gradually and surreptitiously transformed into a socialist collective.

I came to realize that a raw democracy of law school graduates sits atop the judicial branch where a single “justice”—a mere human being who puts their pants on each morning like the rest of us—can change their mind, whether due to introspection or coercion, and flip a 4-5 decision to a 5-4 decision that affects the lives of millions of Americans, both living and yet to be born.

In 1998 I learned the truth about why the United Nations was created, even down to its funding by the Rockefellers—a globalist American family who “fronted” for the real financial powers and provided the land along the Hudson river in New York City on which the UN building was erected.

In 1989 I learned the truth about POWs and MIAs who had served in Korea and Vietnam, and were then knowingly and intentionally abandoned by the American government, left to die alone in dirty cells, on the other side of the planet.

Why? Because they had witnessed certain operations which could not be disclosed; operations that involved the exportation of massive quantities of drugs, all headed to the streets of America.

I learned that some of these drugs traveled in plastic packets sewn into the abdomens of deceased servicemen. I learned which U.S. Senators covered this up, and why. One of these sitting Senators ran for president not too long ago and is still alive today.

In 1990 I learned the truth about the June 8, 1967 attack on the American spy ship, the U.S.S. Liberty, as it cruised in international waters of the coast of Egypt.

I learned which foreign nation dispatched fighter jets to strafe, machine gun, torpedo and otherwise attempt to kill every American sailor on board, and how this act of outright treason was covered up at the highest levels by the same sitting president of the United States, Lyndon Baines Johnson, who in 1962 had orchestrated the daylight mob/CIA/Mossad rubout of his arch enemy, John Fitzgerald Kennedy and then covered it all up.

In 1991 I learned the truth about the Federal Reserve System—how it was modeled after the privately owned central banks of Europe and created at a clandestine meeting held at a luxury resort on a private island off the coast of Georgia in 1910, where representatives of the international banking cartel plotted in private after swearing each other to secrecy.

I learned how the Fed operates as a silent financial mechanism to transfer wealth from working peoples to the foreign families who own and control the Class A preferred voting stock of the corporation that created the Federal Reserve Bank of New York.

In 1992, after coming to understand how a small group of hidden families could take over the riches of entire continents without a single shot being fired, I began looking for the truth about the income tax. I wanted to know its true purpose and history, including how it was sold to the public. 

It took me a year to read the entire Internal Revenue Code—from cover-to-cover, all 9,600 pages of tissue-thin paper in a 9-point font—and learn really owes the income tax… and it’s probably not you, dear reader.

In 1993 I learned the truth about the FBI’s military-style attack on a religious community living and worshipping peacefully in a church in Waco, Texas.

I was part of an underground fax network in those days whose on-the-ground reporters revealed that army tanks that had been lent to the FBI had punched their barrels through church walls and pumped in lethal, military-grade CS gas which at the time was banned internationally under UN treaty.

I learned why the entire community—women, babies and the elderly—had to be murdered or otherwise silenced at all costs, because of what their charismatic leader knew about certain operations of the federal government.

In 1995 I learned the truth about the bombing of the Murrah Federal Building in Oklahoma City, Oklahoma.

I learned what explosives were actually used, where they were planted, who was behind this false flag operation, and how it was intended to rush legislation through Congress that would undermine the Second Amendment’s protection of the right of Americans to arm themselves against the kind of dangerous threat that would burn a church to the ground in the name of national security.

In 1994 I learned the truth about vaccines—the manufacturing processes, the hidden ingredients, and who was behind the concerted agenda to push them onto the public.

In 1995 I learned which foreign power controls Congress; owns 90% of the American media; has access to 100% of all American telecommunications, and is closely tied to international banking, finance, weapons sales and human trafficking.

If America can be thought of as the large, lumbering monster, this most friendly of nations is the brain.

In 1996 I learned the true history behind the creation of the American public school system. I learned of the beliefs and philosophies of its founders, and of its true purpose and objectives, which was not, first and foremost, to educate children.

It was at this time that I discovered and began to support the home schooling movement.

In 1997 I learned the truth about the Apollo space program, antigravitics, zero energy and other advanced technologies.

Now I understood the real space program, the one that didn't need rockets to get to the moon “and beyond,” even as Americans were kept riveted to their TV sets watching imperiled astronauts and disastrous space shuttle explosions.

In 2001 I learned the truth about "9-11"—how the World Trade Center towers did not actually collapse, since most of their mass never reached street level.

Giant skyscrapers, each 104 stories high, had ended up as a piles of rubble no higher than their original lobbies. How was this possible? Where did the towers go?

And not a single piece of a porcelain toilet or metal filing cabinet to be found anywhere, just a thick coating of dust all over Manhattan.

I learned that on that very day, September 11, 2001, a Category 3 hurricane, Hurricane Erin, had come within 30 miles of New York City at 9:00 AM, and then—seemingly impossibly—veered away and was never reported on by any news or weather channel across the entire U.S.

I learned about multiple layers of financial fraud that were perpetrated on that day, fraud that involved billions of dollars of stolen gold and bonds, combined with the world's biggest insurance scam.

I learned about the years of planning that went into it—who set it up, who carried it out, how it was covered up, which foreign power was the key player behind the entire operation and, most important, who benefited the most.

In 2003 I stopped writing, lecturing and guesting on talk radio shows and started keeping pretty much to myself.

The weight of all that I had learned had been pressing down on me. I realized that I was transitioning through the recognized stages of grief and was coming to accept where civilization was headed.

We were going to a place that most people would not want to know about, or would refuse to believe if you showed them.

And then I came to understand that this was not a conscious path to living. That we are all here for one, sole reason: to help and love each other.

That I had been shown these things so I could share my awakening with others of like mind who, to the extent practicable, sought to live apart from the predations of the criminal cartel that rules America.

Even if it meant getting divorced, losing many friends and being shunned by my entire extended family.

No problem! A pleasant, good riddance to all, I say! We’ll meet again one day in the quantum information field. Until then, there are friends to befriend, life to be lived and work to be done.

Will someone please hold my beer?