B Strong: My Alternative Perspective on the Boston Marathon Bombings

Let me just start this blog by saying how deeply saddened I was by the events that took place at the 2013 Boston Marathon. I had a lump in my throat for about two days following the bombings and I was walking around with a depressing heaviness to my walk. I was born and raised in a Boston suburb, but I attended Boston University, commuted there via train/subway and passed by Copley Square on a daily basis, right where the bombings occurred. I also frequently hang out at Boylston Street bars (Pour House/Lir) and habitually check out books from the Boston Public Library (right across from the first bomb). For these reasons, I consider myself a Bostonian and I'm deeply disturbed by the fact that a terrorist event occurred in an area I'm so familiar with.

I also had family and friends who - in some cases - were only yards away from the bombs. Nobody I knew was hurt, thank God. But it was a little too close for comfort...

I want to also say that I appreciate the heroic first responders - police, paramedics and civilians - and I have great empathy for those who died, those who were injured, and all the families affected by the dead/injured.

I'm writing this blog on Saturday April 20th, the day after Suspect #2 -  Dzhokhar Tsarnaev - was caught (two days after Suspect #1 - Tamerlan Tsarnaev - was killed). Last night everybody in Boston was celebrating in the streets like the Sox won the world series. They were singing the National Anthem, and chanting "USA! USA! USA!!!" See the video below:

I'm not quite sure why, but I didn't feel like celebrating. I didn't really think that it warranted celebration. Just because this person was caught, it didn't erase the sickness that made him (allegedly) commit the act, and this is a sickness that is prevalent elsewhere in our world; it doesn't all go away with one arrest. It's like people think they’re living in a movie, that they got the bad guy and all’s well in the world again. It’s not that simple. 

Besides, everybody who knew SUSPECT #2 - Dzhokhar Tsarnaev - had nothing but great things to say about him. He was nice and sweet...a good student, wrestler etc. Whatever happened to make him (allegedly) commit such an atrocity is truly tragic. And I didn't feel this tragedy was something to celebrate about. I felt like I needed time to think about and reflect on what happened.

Now, the reason why I keep on saying "allegedly" is that there may be a possibility that the suspects were set up as patsies (as the brothers' father/mother claim). After all, the whole story - from the bombings to the police shootouts - is completely bizarre and seemingly straight out of a movie, kind of like it was scripted. There were also several anomalies that the mainstream press never really discussed, the biggest of which was the presence of private security personnel (Navy Seals working for either Blackwater or Craft) at the sight of the bombings. See the photos below:

 

These men were seen wearing very shady-looking backpacks and they were stationed right near the location of the first bomb (see pic immediately above) not long before it was detonated. Why were they there? Was this normal for any marathon? Were they there for a bomb drill that turned sour? According to one marathon runner named Alastair Stevenson - a Cross Country coach at the University of Mobile, Alabama - there were announcements at the start and finish line about bomb drills taking place (watch the coach's interview HERE). But now the Boston PD denies those reports.

It's also important to keep in mind that - according to the New York Times - the FBI is responsible for setting up most terror threats, essentially as stings (watch Ben Swann's - a reporter at Fox news Cincinnati - story on this). Could the marathon bombings have been a sting gone sour? The FBI claims to have questioned Tamerlan Tsarnaev back in 2011, though the mother claims that the FBI was "spying on him" for the past five years and many reports also suggest that the brothers may have been double-agents. Does this all mean that there perhaps could have been something even deeper going on? Was the terrorist attack a "false-flag" (i.e. inside job) set up by our government with the sole purpose of gaining more control over the public, taking more liberties away, justifying a police state, creating more surveillance and much, much more???

Obviously I really hope this wasn’t a staged event. I really hope such atrocities weren't committed to make us more scared and to justify more wars overseas and to make the President look good and the government look good and to consolidate government's power and influence. Hopefully everything the FBI tells us happened with the bombing actually happened the way it did. But I'm always skeptical and - to be honest - I became a little more skeptical on the Thursday night after the bombings occurred, mainly because of the sensational shootouts that took place. At around 10:30pm April 18th, both suspects - heavily armed with guns and bombs - engaged the police in a Hollywood-style shootout after a dramatic car chase. There was also another dramatic shootout before the second suspect was captured a day later. 

I'm just hoping the shootouts won't be exploited for the purposes of justifying more gun control. I mean, it's kind of too coincidental that these sensational shootouts occurred only two days after the Senate failed to pass new gun control regulations (required background checks, assault weapons ban etc). Hopefully the amazing shootout between the suspects and the police wasn't an extension of a staged event meant to alter the second amendment on top of everything else.

But what unsettles me more about the whole incident has nothing to do with the bombing or the shootouts or the possibility of a false-flag attack. What concerns me is the the pack mentality I witnessed throughout the whole week following the bombings and up to the killing/capturing of the subjects. I couldn't believe my Facebook feed. All statuses and posts and "memes" were products of a lynch-mob-like mania. Kill 'em! Don’t fuck with us! Finish him! You fucked with the wrong city! Even just a few minutes ago Red Sox player David Ortiz - Big Papi - yelled "This is our fucking city!" into a microphone before the start of the afternoon baseball game, the first home game since the bombings occurred.

I think people have forgotten that one great thing about our country is that everybody is innocent until proven guilty, or at least that's how it used to be. None of us actually witnessed the suspects planting the bombs (the FBI hasn't released this footage, which they claim to have). None of us saw these suspects engaged in a shootout, except for maybe a few panicked civilians and it was dark, so they're not really sure what they saw. I’m not trying to stick up for the guilty here, but the fact of the matter is that most of us haven’t seen actual incriminating evidence. We're just casting judgement based on what we've been told by anonymous authorities or maybe a few witnesses, the accounts of which are murky at best. And now, as we speak, they're interrogating Dzhokhar Tsarnaev - suspect #2 - without reading his Miranda rights. 

The Tsarnaev brothers may certainly be guilty; don't get me wrong about that. But that’s not what matters. What matters is that a whole new precedent has been set in our legal system and a whole new mentality has been created where we easily assume that a person is guilty - based on what we’re told by government outfits like the FBI - without seeing actual hard evidence that incriminates the subject. In other words, we're told what to think. We are passively complacent with what we’re told. We think less for ourselves.

But this "guilty until proven innocent" mentality isn't the only new precedent

that has been set. What kind of surprised me (and was a little creepy) was how - during the 24 hours after the initial shootout - everybody in Watertown willingly allowed their homes to be searched by the police, without any warrants whatsoever. I'm not a lawyer, but I'm pretty sure this is a violation of rights, or at least it used to be before the Patriot Act was passed. Now, obviously the suspect could have been in any home. And maybe it was necessary to search each house. But, again, it sets a new precedent where this kind of practice becomes standard and more commonplace. All police have to say is "Um...we think a terrorist is on the loose in your town" and then they apparently have the right to declare martial law, lock the neighborhoods down, search each home and everybody's rights apparently become nullified. 

In fact, the more I think about the Watertown lockdown (which seemed kind of excessive in retrospect), the more I feel like the whole thing could have - at least partially - functioned as a drill or a kind of test to see how well martial law could be executed and to see how the public would react to it. During each press conference, the FBI spokesman and State Police Sargent and Watertown Police Chief kept lauding Watertown citizens for how cooperative they were. Apparently the majority of people have no problem giving up their rights as long as some sort of external threat has been created. The "drill" was a success.

Immediately after "Suspect #2's" capture, there was a big round of applause all over Watertown. Everybody in the surrounding neighborhoods came out of their homes and cheered for the police. My Facebook feed lit up with statuses, posts and "memes" thanking the police for the great job they did, showing their appreciation and love for law enforcement. Don't get me wrong: I, too, had tremendous respect for the police and I have great respect for law enforcement personnel in general. They literally put their life on the line every day, even during something as simple as a routine traffic stop. This amazes and, incidentally, I also love the show "Boston's Finest" on TNT. However, I fear that if people "love" police too much, then they will learn to love the possibility and actuality of a police state. They'll be complacent or even happy about a bigger and bigger police presence. They will learn to welcome and embrace a society with police around every corner, surveillance on every telephone pole, checkpoints on every main road, random searches etc. And this is essentially what happened in Germany in the 1930s: German citizens were conditioned to love the police and give up their rights. And we all know what happened after that...

My overall point is that - since 9/11 - there has been a subtle and slow attack against the Constitution. The Boston Marathon bombings will only perpetuate this trend. New precedents are being set and little by little we’re losing liberties. But it’s being done in a sly way so that we don’t even realize it’s happening or even protest that it's happening. We really need to be careful about this. We can't allow ourselves to be put under a spell. We need to truly "B STRONG" and not be easily manipulated by powers who may not have our best interests in mind.

Before I conclude, let me just say I'm not trying to contrive any conspiracies here and if one wants to label me as a "conspiracy theorist", you're really just criticizing me for being a person who asks questions, thinks for myself, refuses to be passively complacent etc. I find it kind of unsettling that the term "conspiracy theorist" has become the new word of social taboo, kind of like "communist" during the Cold War or - to go back a few hundred years - the term "witch". In fact, I don't think it's any coincidence that Paul Kevin Curtis - the man accused of mailing Ricin-laced letters to president Obama and other political figures - has constantly been described in the media as a conspiracy theorist (see this Washington Post headline). The mainstream media and the government seem to be out to demonize so-called "conspiracy theorists". There is a witch-hunt-like stigmatization of those who actually question what they're being told by the government. And I don't think it takes a genius to realize how unhealthy and dangerous this is. 

My "Time in the Desert"

…But first I mean [ 155 ]
To exercise him in the Wilderness,
There he shall first lay down the rudiments
Of his great warfare, e're I send him forth
To conquer Sin and Death the two grand foes,
By Humiliation and strong Sufferance: [ 160 ]

- from Book One of John Milton’s PARADISE REGAINED

It was only about a couple weeks ago that I was a guest on a paranormal radio show where I discussed various pieces of my writing and documentary work, especially that which involved exploring certain aspects of the paranormal world. The show lasted about two hours, but the last half-hour of the program consisted of a discussion about past lives between the show's two hosts, a psychic medium named Lucy (name changed) and myself. It wasn't long into the discussion that Lucy started telling me that I had 23 past lives. I had already known about one life I had in Poland and another life I had in Hollywood, but Lucy said that another life I had was as a doctor and in another life I was actually part of a knighthood at a roundtable (whether this had anything to do with King Arthur's roundtable is unknown to me, as Lucy didn't elaborate).

Needless to say, it was pretty interesting to hear about these two additional past lives and I was especially excited to hear that I was once a knight. But my excitement quickly dissipated when the medium started telling me some other things about myself. She said that I was still sort of living with certain past-life traumas in my subconscious mind and – for whatever reason – they were making me very indecisive in my current life. When an opportunity came my way, I would have a very tough time deciding whether it was a good opportunity to take advantage of. I would carefully weigh the pros and cons of the opportunity, almost to an absurd point. This extreme indecisiveness consequently allowed a number of opportunities to pass me by, mainly because I waited too long to act on them. Lucy then started talking about how I had the potential to "go such great distances" in life but I "hold myself back", because I’m so indecisive and I don’t take advantage of enough opportunities.

Now, let me just say that this medium Lucy is somebody I completely respect. There is no question in my mind that this lady is very nice and warm and kind, skilled and legitimate. But I have to admit that this information was probably the worst thing that somebody like her could have said to me at that given point in my life. It COMPLETELY messed with my mind, awakening one of my worst fears: mainly, that I have let key opportunities pass me by and consequently haven't lived up to my full potential as a human being. Yes, some people fear death or heights or spiders or clowns, but, lately, my worst fear has been that I haven't been making the right decisions in life and seizing the right opportunities. So when I heard Lucy – a respectable medium – say what she said, my mind was thoroughly, pardon my French, FUCKED with.

And, yes, let me reiterate that Lucy is a respectable medium. I mean, I would be singing a different tune if some Joe-six-pack Schmo from off the street said these things to me, or even if a friend or a family member or a grandmother said them (which they have in the past). In fact, I've heard these words come out the mouths of all sorts of people in my life, but I never felt in my gut that what they were saying was true for me. My mind may have been screwed with a little bit, but, ultimately, I would just say, “who the hell are these people?” and remain confident about the path I had taken in life.

But then when a MEDIUM came along and said these kinds of things, it was a whole different ballgame. I know a lot of people out there don’t even believe in mediums, but - for whatever reason - I take mediums VERY seriously, almost as though they are a conduit from which God Himself speaks, and I know this is silly but I have to admit it’s pretty true for me. So when I heard a medium say that I was missing opportunities and holding myself back and not living up to my full potential etc., my mind was fully screwed with. For a good week or so after I spoke to Lucy on the radio show, I felt very angry and depressed...even doomed. I felt that I had missed crucial opportunities, “missed the boat” in life and that there wouldn't be another boat for a very long time or maybe forever. Yes, I felt like I was stranded on some desert island and a boat had come to save me, but I didn't get on it because I didn’t feel like it was the right one for me, and - if I hung in there just a bit longer - a better one would come along. But, shit, what if another one wasn’t going to come? What if I was doomed to roam this desert island forever?!

A whole week went by where I was filled - and I mean FILLED - with doubt about the general direction and atypical pathway I had taken in life. I prayed to God, hoping that I hadn't made any fatal errors when it came to making certain decisions about opportunities. I was cranky around people, had a snappy temper and was depressed. My nephews would come over to play and I had a tough time mustering up the ambition to play with them, because I couldn’t get my mind off the past. Yes, it was that damn "coulda, shoulda, woulda” mindset messing with me again (read more about this mindset in my previous blog). I was anywhere but in the moment, completely dwelling on past decisions. I was absolutely filled to the brim with doubt.

At some point, however, I had a revelation. I realized that I was worse off now than I had been before. I mean, I was actually feeling kind of happy and confident up until Lucy started telling me these things about myself. I know she was trying to help, but she paradoxically just made me feel worse. So what was even the purpose of telling me such things if it was only making me feel bad? It didn’t really make any sense to me. But then came the epiphanal moment. It suddenly hit me that Lucy may – just may – have been messing with me, but not intentionally. What I mean is that Lucy was unintentionally playing the role of devil’s advocate (so to speak) for the purpose of testing my confidence in my self. And when I say ‘unintentionally’ messing with me, I really mean it; again, Lucy is an extremely skilled medium and a very nice, warm, well-intentioned person. However, I believe that - to at least some degree - the voice that channeled through her in this particular instance came through as misguided judgment, all for the purpose of testing my faith and strengthening trust in my self.

In fact, this idea of trusting the self amidst a sea of voices that say things contradictory to your inner feelings has been a very big theme in my life, for several years now. And I have always perceived these 'outside voices' as collectively comprising the voice of the devil. Yes, I know what you’re thinking: “The devil!? Have you lost your friggin’ mind, Matt? You sound like a crazy person!” I realize that I sound crazy and weird and extreme but allow me to further explain what I mean:

If you are at all familiar with the story of Jesus, then you know that - immediately following his baptism by John the Baptist at the Jordan River - the Son of God subsequently spends forty days and forty nights roaming the desert and being tempted by the devil. John Milton's PARADISE REGAINED (the sequel to PARADISE LOST) does the best job portraying this time in Jesus' life. Where the Bible just talks about turning stones into loaves of bread and throwing yourself off cliffs so angels will lift you up, Milton's poem goes into much greater detail about the very complex and clever methods the devil uses in order to wrest Jesus off the unique, seemingly-pathless-pathway he was taking in life.

Late into Jesus' time in the desert, the devil gets very desperate. His temptations don’t seem to be working very well so he essentially starts trying to mess with Jesus' mind, awaken his fears, and fill him with all sorts of doubt:


These God-like Vertues wherefore dost thou hide?
Affecting private life, or more obscure
In savage Wilderness, wherefore deprive
All Earth her wonder at thy acts, thy self
The fame and glory, glory the reward [ 25 ]
That sole excites to high attempts the flame
Of most erected Spirits, most temper'd pure
Æthereal, who all pleasures else despise,
All treasures and all gain esteem as dross,
And dignities and powers, all but the highest? [ 30 ]
Thy years are ripe, and over-ripe, the Son
Of Macedonian Philip had e're these
Won Asia and the Throne of Cyrus held
At his dispose, young Scipio had brought down
The Carthaginian pride, young Pompey quell'd [ 35 ]
The Pontic king and in triumph had rode.
Yet years, and to ripe years judgment mature,
Quench not the thirst of glory, but augment.
Great Julius, whom now all the world admires
The more he grew in years, the more inflam'd [ 40 ]
With glory, wept that he had liv'd so long
Inglorious: but thou yet art not too late.

- from Book Three of PARADISE REGAINED


In layman’s terms, Satan is essentially saying, “What are you doing out here in the desert anyway? You're just wasting your time out here, letting life pass you by when there is important work to be done. Most of the world’s noble and great leaders accomplished so much more when they were much younger than you are. Here you are, 30-years-old, you're letting life pass you by and you're not getting any younger. Leave this pathless desert path now and go DO something!”

Now, do Satan’s words sound familiar at all? Yes, he’s basically saying to Jesus that he's letting key opportunities pass him by while he’s in the desert hardly doing anything. He’s holding himself back being out there in that godforsaken place. He’s not living up to his full potential…

Of course, when I draw a parallel between Jesus' struggle and my own struggle I don’t mean to put myself on the same level as Jesus, nor am I implying that I’m Jesus-like in any way. In fact, I’ve always viewed much of Jesus’ life (especially his time in the desert) as a metaphor for a very universal spiritual struggle most people go through at least at some point in their lifetime. The “time in the desert” is a story about taking a leap of faith, trusting in your self and ignoring the outside voices that give you bad advice and misguide you. It's also a story about doing something that - on the surface - looks foolish and stupid, even like a waste of time, but below the surface is very important and in your own personal best interest to accomplish. I mean, you would think the Son of God should be out doing big things - living up to his full potential, seizing big opportunities - instead of just hanging out in some deserted wasteland. But even though he’s not doing “great things” that appear to others as great and will garner him honor and nobility from his fellow man, on a spiritual level he is doing very important things, developing his faith and strengthening his trust, becoming more confident with what his inner self is telling him to do while ignoring outside voices that are so brilliantly personified in this story as the devil.

So, yes, the story about Jesus and his time in the desert gives me strength and inspiration, but I must admit that I could be very, very wrong when I compare my situation with his. When Lucy told me that I'm missing opportunities and not living up to my full potential in life and that I'm "holding myself back”, she could have been absolutely right. Once again, this lady is a very skilled medium and a very nice, warm person (I can't reiterate this enough). It may be absolutely absurd for me to label her voice as one of many outside voices that collectively comprise the voice of "the devil". So, yes, I still have my doubts about everything.

However, I have to admit that my inner self is telling me that, yes, this is your "time in the desert", a time to develop your faith and your trust, and don't let these outside voices bother you, because all they’re doing is creating conflict with your inner feelings and filling you with doubt. And doubt is bad; in fact, I would go so far as to call doubt evil. And if there's an outside voice telling you something that’s filling you with extreme doubt, then you can't really do anything else except ignore that voice. What ELSE are you going to do? Keep letting it bother you and drive you insane? No, letting it mess with your mind will only bring you down and make your life worse off.

So, yes, right now I'm identifying the voice of Lucy, the medium, as, perhaps, one last desperate attempt by "the devil" to wrest me off the path I have taken in life, a path that I feel is in my personal highest and best interest to be going down. And, again, I need to stress that when I say "the devil", I'm speaking metaphorically. I don't mean that an actual demon named Satan is messing with me. Like I said before, the devil is a personification of the misguiding outside voices; he is the anti-self, embodying everything opposite from what you personally feel inside your soul to be right and true.

I also want to reiterate that my "time in the desert" is NOT unique to me or – at least in my opinion - Jesus. Certainly Jesus was a unique individual, but his story that took place in the desert was a universally relatable struggle. EVERYBODY has their time in the desert at some point in their lives, going down a path in life that you feel is right but that outside voices say is foolish or dumb. This path may seem pathless (hence the desert metaphor) and at certain points you may feel forsaken. You don't know how long you'll be on it or where it leads. The devil will pull out all the stops to try and mess with you and knock you off the course that you are on. His temptations will come in many shapes or forms. He will show you an easier, well-defined path, where there is better money, more security, good-looking women or men. Maybe he'll drain your finances, take your car away or other material items. Then he'll take away your respect and your honor and your prestige in the eyes of men, make you out to be the fool or maybe even make you feel like a fool. But when all that doesn't work, he'll simply just try and mess with your mind. The "outside voices" will begin to assault you with their thoughts and judgments and opinions. He'll probably start out with people like friends and family, all of which will tell you that you should be going down a different path. Then when that doesn’t work he'll take on the form of people you respect a lot more. In my case, it was a medium. In your case, it could be a teacher or mentor or grandmother you have great respect for; or maybe a priest, minister or rabbi. They'll tell you that you're missing opportunities in life and you're holding yourself back, not living up to your full potential and, heck, you're just wasting your time out here on this godforsaken desert path. You can listen to these voices and take some time to assess their value, but ultimately you have to honor the voice that is inside yourself, because it’s this voice that is God speaking to you.

All in all, your time in the desert will be a blind leap of faith, but - sooner or later - you will reach a point where you will be rescued. In PARADISE REGAINED, Jesus eventually gets saved from the desert (after Satan pulls out every last trick) and a group of angels feed him a delicious banquet as reward for keeping his faith. I highly believe this banquet is out there for everyone. It's the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, the moment you realize you were right all along. You just have to have faith, trust in your self and filter out those devilish outside voices that will only distance you from the INNER voice that is God.

My Guest-Appearance on "Paranormally Correct"

On Thursday November 29th, I was a featured guest on Paramania Radio's "Paranormally Correct" with hosts Chad Mckenzie and Sara Spencer. I discussed my experiences with paranormal activity, my discovery of my spirit guides with medium Liam Galvin and my exploration of my two most recent past lives in Poland and Hollywood. Listen to the first 45 minutes of the show below, or go listen to the entire two-hour show at THIS LINK.

PART ONE




PART TWO

Coulda, Shoulda, Woulda...

Over the past few months now, I have been actively pitching my various film projects to agents, managers and producers. These people are - for the most part - in LA, so I've been pitching to them over Skype since I'm in Boston. Some of these pitches have gone well (the person liked the pitch/wanted to read the script) and some of the pitches haven't gone so well (the person had absolutely no interest in the script).

For the pitches that didn't go well, I constantly found myself unable to shake that horrible "coulda, shoulda, woulda" mindset. Maybe I SHOULDA pitched another one of my projects - he was probably looking for a drama, not a comedy! Maybe I COULDA focused more on my accolades - man, I forgot to mention that script I wrote that placed well in that contest! Maybe I was too nervous-looking. Maybe I wasn't enthusiastic enough. Maybe if I changed my shirt. Or maybe if I wore boxers, not briefs. Yes, if I only I had done such and such, I WOULDA had better luck getting my script read!

I don't know about you, but this "could, shoulda, woulda" frame of mind has been something I've been struggling with a lot lately, especially when it comes to certain choices I've made regarding my writing 'career' (sorry, 'career' is such a lame word). Part of me acknowledges the fact that this mindset is pure negativity; it is an indication of me being hung up with something that happened in the past and my failure to exist in the present. But another part of me keeps on saying "coulda, shoulda, woulda...coulda, shoulda, woulda..." over and over again like some neurotic demon is inside my head. Obviously the only thing one can do is shake this terrible mindset - because you can't go back in time and change the past - but that's easier said than done.

Earlier tonight, I was watching the show "Long Island Medium" on TLC. It was actually a day-long marathon of the series but I only watched the tail-end of one particular episode. There was a man being 'read' by the medium and his situation was very relevant to mine, only much more serious. A few years ago, this man's five-year-old son had been taking a bath one night and his father left him alone for a minute while he tended to some business in the master bedroom adjacent to the bathroom. While alone in the tub, his son suffered some sort of brain convulsion that caused him to pass right out and he consequently drowned in the tub. His father found him unconscious and tried to revive him but he was too late; his son was dead. Of course, this man was devastated by his son's death and always blamed himself for what happened. If only he COULDA stayed in the room. Maybe he SHOULDA checked on him sooner. If he was more responsible his son WOULDA been alive.

Anyway, during the psychic reading, the medium (Theresa Caputo) said that the man's son was "coming through" strongly and wanted to tell his dad to stop blaming himself for what happened. It wasn't his fault. He had to let go of the blame. There was nothing he could do to change what happened in the past.

Again, this man's situation was much more difficult to deal with than my own, but the struggle is similar and it made me realize that wrestling with the "coulda, shoulda, woulda" frame of mind is a very common, universal challenge for all people, although the situations that create the mindset come in all shapes and forms.

The bottom line is that there is no sense or purpose to living in the past and there's never any good that comes out of it. Maybe we SHOULD have done something different, but that's irrelevant now. We have to let go and move on, no matter how difficult that may be. The "shoulda, coulda, woulda" mindset is a demon inside of us that we must learn to overcome. Only until we learn how to transcend this mindset and live life unaffected by the past are we able to live the fullest, most uninhibited life in the present.

Super-Storm Sandy: Obama's October Surprise?

For the past few days now, all we've been hearing about is this Super-Storm Sandy wandering its way up the East Coast. It's been all over the news, radio, Internet etc. To say the media's really hyping this storm would be an understatement. Frankly, I don't remember the last time meteorologists have had such a dooming tone to their forecasts. You would think Armageddon was imminent.

But even though I've been hearing about this storm for days, it wasn't until today (Sunday, October 28th) that I thought about the timing of the storm (about a week before one of the biggest presidential elections in history). Sandy comes just in time to counteract all the momentum Romney has been gaining on the campaign trail. With the media placing its main focus on the super-storm and its aftermath, Romney's campaign is going to lose all the attention it's been getting while Obama is going to come forward as the "savior" in this time of national disaster. Yes, this impending national disaster could be the one thing Obama's campaign needs in order to guarantee a victory over Romney; history has shown time and time again that citizens usually rally around their current leader in a time of crisis (think Bush after 9/11). So could the timing of this "perfect storm" be any more perfect? Is it just a coincidence???

Of course, most people would look at super-storm Sandy and say, "Well, it seems like perfect timing, but we're talking about mother-nature here and you can't 'time' mother-nature." Well, what if it's possible that this super-storm Sandy ISN'T a product of mother-nature? What if it's possible that the worst storm in a hundred years may actually be engineered...by man?

Yes, I know this may sound very fantastical and, to be honest, I HOPE this storm is, indeed, a product of mother-nature, but I would be remiss if I failed to remind people that weather-control is a very real phenomenon; in fact, it's been possible for scientists to control the weather since the 1960s. All you have to do is type 'weather-control' into a search engine and you can read all about the phenomenon. There are fields of antennas around the globe (HAARP in Alaska being one of them) and they can ionize the air with electromagnetic waves, creating electrons that attract dust; moisture condenses around this dust and then produces clouds/storms. This means man can essentially play mother-nature - create storms, manipulate them, strengthen them, weaken them and even guide their pathways. Read more about weather-manipulation HERE.

Now, I really hope super-storm Sandy is not a desperate attempt by the Obama administration to deal the final blow to a Romney campaign that has been gaining more and more strength over the past few weeks. That would be one evil 'October surprise' and it makes me sick to think that such a thing could even be possible. But the reality of the matter is that storm engineering IS very possible and the perfect timing of this perfect storm smells fishy and looks kind of ugly to me.

Before I sign off, I need to make it clear that I am not pro-Romney or anti-Obama (I don't even know who I'm going to vote for, if I vote) so don't interpret this blog as a jab at any particular presidential candidate. In fact, I'm not completely sure the storm - if it IS a man-made "October surprise" - would be Obama's surprise, as it could possibly be an attempt by Romney's camp to delay the election, giving him more time to win more votes. But, then again, I would think that it would be only Obama's administration who would have access to HAARP-like devices, so the possibility of Sandy being Romney's surprise seems less likely, although still possible. Either way, I encourage you to do your own research on weather control and you can be the judge of what may be going on.

For more info on weather control:

http://youtu.be/iDfwHU7Cw6g (former Minnesota governor Jesse Ventura's documentary on HAARP)

http://www.wanttoknow.info/war/haarp_weather_modification_electromagnetic_warfare_weapons

http://science.howstuffworks.com/nature/climate-weather/meteorologists/cloud-seeding.htm