The game is afoot. The hackers have been let loose and the "evil, soulless, corporate giants" are finding they are no match for even the various minor league hackers that prowl the netherworld of the web.
I can't help but smile. I have no sympathy whatsoever for Wikileaks or its founder, Julian Assange - but it is an interesting display of power from a tiny group of individuals over the corporate, bureaucratic infrastructures whose business practices have well earned them the loss of revenue and won them no friends,even among those they supposedly serve.
We have often been placed in the position of sponsoring or mitigating cyber-attacks for the security of the nation and have long since identified and shielded the 12 fatal flaws of the world wide web as it exists. Events such as these put the volunteer hackers on one side and the paid hackers working for Ebay/Paypal and Mastercard/Visa to a minor test of skills.
Someday the corporates will tick off someone in a position to actually pull the plug on them permanently, accessing all financials and destroying data, including poisoning the web and archives to make rebooting these sites impossible. Such is the dangers of doing business on the web and a world infatuated by the laziness/ease of computer transactions and data which are inherently fragile and corruptible. Even now inside of companies as greedy and decadent as Ebay/Paypal or Mastercard/Visa or Google - many moles await "activation" to proceed and destroy these structures and their multiple back up data archives from within. No company is safe.
Nothing on the web has any security. No company that conducts financial transactions on the web is secure. The world wide web is as fragile as an egg held by a string over a block of granite.
Nothing is secure.
So think twice before entrusting your money or credit to these companies, because they are incredibly vulnerable and your wealth and data are extremely exposed. Dispersing your assets and using low profile financial institutions may yet save you a bundle as the 21st century plays out.
This minor Wikileaks attack is a warm-up for the day when these companies are completely wiped out and their records, financial assets in banks all over the world and YOUR money are all washed away by the actions of a REAL attack on these entities.
And if you think these companies or the government will cover your losses, or process your claims - think again. They'll wait in line for a bail out and like all the banks who received taxpayer dollars - they will keep it. You wont see a penny.
Where will the real attack come from when it comes? We've been asked this many times and there is no one culprit. However, there is one source with the motive and capabilities and manpower in place to pull it off:
China.
When China decides to break America's economic spine once and for all, these companies and many others will likely be destroyed in an attack that makes 9/11 look like a picnic in terms of economic distress and resultant ramifications.
Someday, the web will be shut down by a hostile and a new web will emerge in its place - serving only those who took down the old one. Like one spiderweb been torn asunder and a new web woven instantly to replace it, this will wreak havoc with the world and its growing dependency on the internet - a dependency that amounts to an unhealthy addiction.
Freedom will go with it. So these Wikileaks hackers are doing the West a favor - a wake up call to prepare secure alternatives to these companies existing business models and perhaps more importantly an overdue revival of capitalist ethics - namely customer service and generation of goodwill that will make them more sympathetic figures when their plugs eventually are pulled and they stand hat in hand at the governments feet looking for a handout from The People.
scc
Wednesday, December 08, 2010
Sunday, December 05, 2010
Depressed in a Diablo.
I am moping around in a particularly low consciousness after hearing some pretty disappointing news about the future of the United States (and western civilization for that matter) I need to get out of here, leave Shamballa and the endless stream of data. I stop by the vehicle garage to pick up something different from a fleet of vehicles they have been preparing for agents working out of the newly built SDAI directorate facilities in India.
I look around and my eye falls on assorted Ferraris, Lamborghinis, Bugattis and a plethora of SUVs and sedans. A jet black roadster catches my eye sandwiched between two white SUVs. I walk towards it and see it is a vintage 1994 Lamborghini Diablo roadster, complete with the tail fin.
I check out the vehicle, grab the keys, get debriefed quickly by Tech143 about the mods which this vehicle has been given and then hit the tarmac. I burn some rubber as soon as I hit the highway. The wind buffets me and I push the vehicle quickly to 130 on the private road that leads Shamballa to a remote highway and then bring it back down, having gotten the need for speed out of my system. I activate the remote hardtop and am startled that the engineers designed such a seamless and effortless power operated hardtop into the body and chassis. Soon the wind noise and buffeting stops and I can actually enjoy the music the stereo is pumping out.
Trying to forget what one has heard in a fast car isn't really mature or sensible. I reflect on my apparent immaturity as I downshift. Sometimes I realize I'm still very immature and I don't know exactly what the heck I am doing. For years I've worked for truth, justice and the American way. My life has been mute testimony to the application of intelligent knowledge guided by the highest moral compass for the greatest good. I've seen so much. Too much perhaps, as it's made it hard to interface with the rest of the world in a "normal" manner. How does one walk around with all these secrets and incredible knowledge and not feel simultaneously almost god-like and a complete prisoner? Every day there are some 21,000+ separate national security laws which I must abide by and for the most part I do so without a problem.
That said, every time I drive past a hospital I feel guilty. I know stuff that makes these places look like medieval blood-letting shops. I've seen the disease free futures and the electronic healing machines that make operations, drugs and all the rest obsolete. But that's not the worst of it. The worst is living in a world where everyone thinks this is it - this is their one life and they claw and struggle and suffer every little event in it. ANd what's worse they don't know how to make their lives easier.
That's the worst. Holding this knowledge amongst those who live temporally is so fundamentally incompatible it makes life sometimes very difficult. My entire paradigm is geared towards the long haul - not some x number of decades. Even at Shamballa, those that know of reincarnation and fundamental frequencies and all the rest are only 2 percent of the active personnel. And most of those work on compartmentalized projects in one of the sub-levels - I almost never see them.
Yeah, yeah, cry me a river. Its an uncustomary bout of self-pity and I'm sure if Yal-hune was here she would show me the parasitic entity that is, even now, feeding on my consciousness and lower emotions.
I guess that's why I blog some of these things - my own way of leaking out secrets for those who can relate to them and make some use of them. Sometimes I wonder what becomes of these things. How many out of some 7 billion get to have that "Galaxy Quest" epiphany:
"It's all real."
"Oh my God! I knew it! I knew it! I knew it!"
Then I have to worry what they will do with this information. Will it harm them or help them?
"Woaahhhhh!"
Yal-hune appears in the seat beside me. This is a first. She's never teleported in or out of a moving car before, much less a cramped Lamborghini buzzing along at 80 mph. I hit the brakes and pull over to the side of the highway.
"You really are out of it today...your self-pity rant is being broadcast all over the worlds...why?"
Suddenly, I recall that I'm an unpaid star in a galactic reality show and that everything I do, say is being broadcast to 100's of worlds and trillions of people. I keep trying to forget that. It's impossible to go around thinking that you live in a fishbowl.
"I'm sorry Yal-hune. I don't know. I guess it is some sort of human weakness. I see the world and can't help but feel all my best efforts have been in vain. I'm discouraged...to put it nicely.
"You can't save anyone - save yourself. And right now you're not even doing a good job of that. You need to realize what it is that obsessed you and brought down your consciousness. Yes...you realize it now don't you? You see the difference? Weed it out! Extract it and recapture your equilibrium."
She is right - as always. I realize I had had a conversation with someone who was down and depressed about two hours ago. Their obsessions latched on to me. I must now try to extract them with a counterfield generated by my true mind - one uninfluenced by such things as self-pity or lower emotions.
"Good. You wanted to know more about that woman you've fallen in love with?"
"Well....yes....but I didn't want to involve you in that."
"It's my pleasure to assist you in small ways when it will serve us both well. This woman is one you have known in numerous lifetimes. She is a polarity and a more positive one. Though you have had some negative pasts with her as well, so you should be aware that the attraction is not ALL positive."
"Any detail about which pasts?"
"Egypt. Greece. A lifetime in Mesopotamia. One in China in the 11th century. Another in Europe during the reformation."
"Any details? Do you have any of your good advice?"
"No details. It's best you recognize these things yourself, you will get much more benefit that way. And as for advice - try to stay on equilibrium."
"Easier said than done. I just hope I can ease her into some portion of the information stream with out it creating a shock."
"You must remember, we have different relationships with different people and on different levels. I interact with you on one level and with others at other levels - sometimes one has to share with others different parts of oneself."
"Is this your nice way of saying she's not going to be ready for any of this stuff?"
"No. What I'm saying is you need to value each person in a unique manner. Each soul has that infinite spark and you tend to prioritize certain aspects and then judge others against your own weighted rubric. Do you remember the deformed girl from the future? She tried to tell you this as well. You really should analyze closely the processes and ways by which you interface with others."
She's right. She's always right. I hurt others this way and I can't help it. I've distanced myself from thousands of people in this life alone because they did not quite live up to my standards of proper living. They didn't make the grade to stay in my inner circle and so my inner circle keeps dwindling. If it dwindles much more being Tech1 will have a whole new meaning.
"Yal-hune?"
"Yes?"
"Do you get bored of Earth? Of me? I mean here you are and this has to be so...so...stifling. Dealing with humans must be like dealing with animals almost. The consciousness disparity is so great, I know if I find it hard it must be incredibly taxing for you."
"I explained this to you before and showed you how I feel as I let you enter my mind that first day we met. Nothing has changed. You still bias - I do not. That's why you're miserable and I'm constantly positively motivated."
"When I see others in pain...it hurts and I bias that negative. I can't yet find the strength to see clearly the good side of this pain. I guess I'm too retarded to see and extract the good. All I seem able to recognize and latch onto is the negative. Even this pending relationship has me perplexed and frustrated. I second guess my every instinct, feeling and desire. I then bias my own frustration and the loop just goes around compounding itself exponentially until everything in my life seems like a big pile of manure and I'm knee deep in it."
"Seeing the good is not always easy. Finding equanimity with all that surrounds you is a sign of true mastery. True masters don't find themselves born on Earth, they've long since evolved past this learning ground. So don't feel bad - you are here for a reason - to develop this mastery. And these terrible dilemmas are the tests you yourself set up before you were born in order to pass. This is YOUR class schedule - you wanted this. You just don't remember from this 3rd dimensional frame of reference and consciousness."
That last bit hits me hard. I realize she's hit the nail on the head. I set up this life...down to many little details. Each event, each moment a test I set up to try and pass. I'm failing pretty miserably...but I will redouble my efforts.
"That's the spirit...you can master this stuff. You will learn to see the good just as quickly as you see the bad. In death you will see life, in pain you will see growth and development. In all of those around you, you will cease to let their states emotionalize you or set off a chain of biases. You will achieve mastery over these 3rd dimensional streams of energy which are your life and when you do, you will move on to the next level and need not return.
"I love you Yal-hune..."
"I know...that's why you are able to hear this from me...because we have a strong set of balanced waves in common."
"Love conquers all."
"Yes."
She disappears from the Diablo. I pull back on the road and shortly thereafter I feel a the most gentle mental kiss on my right cheek.
I look around and my eye falls on assorted Ferraris, Lamborghinis, Bugattis and a plethora of SUVs and sedans. A jet black roadster catches my eye sandwiched between two white SUVs. I walk towards it and see it is a vintage 1994 Lamborghini Diablo roadster, complete with the tail fin.
I check out the vehicle, grab the keys, get debriefed quickly by Tech143 about the mods which this vehicle has been given and then hit the tarmac. I burn some rubber as soon as I hit the highway. The wind buffets me and I push the vehicle quickly to 130 on the private road that leads Shamballa to a remote highway and then bring it back down, having gotten the need for speed out of my system. I activate the remote hardtop and am startled that the engineers designed such a seamless and effortless power operated hardtop into the body and chassis. Soon the wind noise and buffeting stops and I can actually enjoy the music the stereo is pumping out.
Trying to forget what one has heard in a fast car isn't really mature or sensible. I reflect on my apparent immaturity as I downshift. Sometimes I realize I'm still very immature and I don't know exactly what the heck I am doing. For years I've worked for truth, justice and the American way. My life has been mute testimony to the application of intelligent knowledge guided by the highest moral compass for the greatest good. I've seen so much. Too much perhaps, as it's made it hard to interface with the rest of the world in a "normal" manner. How does one walk around with all these secrets and incredible knowledge and not feel simultaneously almost god-like and a complete prisoner? Every day there are some 21,000+ separate national security laws which I must abide by and for the most part I do so without a problem.
That said, every time I drive past a hospital I feel guilty. I know stuff that makes these places look like medieval blood-letting shops. I've seen the disease free futures and the electronic healing machines that make operations, drugs and all the rest obsolete. But that's not the worst of it. The worst is living in a world where everyone thinks this is it - this is their one life and they claw and struggle and suffer every little event in it. ANd what's worse they don't know how to make their lives easier.
That's the worst. Holding this knowledge amongst those who live temporally is so fundamentally incompatible it makes life sometimes very difficult. My entire paradigm is geared towards the long haul - not some x number of decades. Even at Shamballa, those that know of reincarnation and fundamental frequencies and all the rest are only 2 percent of the active personnel. And most of those work on compartmentalized projects in one of the sub-levels - I almost never see them.
Yeah, yeah, cry me a river. Its an uncustomary bout of self-pity and I'm sure if Yal-hune was here she would show me the parasitic entity that is, even now, feeding on my consciousness and lower emotions.
I guess that's why I blog some of these things - my own way of leaking out secrets for those who can relate to them and make some use of them. Sometimes I wonder what becomes of these things. How many out of some 7 billion get to have that "Galaxy Quest" epiphany:
"It's all real."
"Oh my God! I knew it! I knew it! I knew it!"
Then I have to worry what they will do with this information. Will it harm them or help them?
"Woaahhhhh!"
Yal-hune appears in the seat beside me. This is a first. She's never teleported in or out of a moving car before, much less a cramped Lamborghini buzzing along at 80 mph. I hit the brakes and pull over to the side of the highway.
"You really are out of it today...your self-pity rant is being broadcast all over the worlds...why?"
Suddenly, I recall that I'm an unpaid star in a galactic reality show and that everything I do, say is being broadcast to 100's of worlds and trillions of people. I keep trying to forget that. It's impossible to go around thinking that you live in a fishbowl.
"I'm sorry Yal-hune. I don't know. I guess it is some sort of human weakness. I see the world and can't help but feel all my best efforts have been in vain. I'm discouraged...to put it nicely.
"You can't save anyone - save yourself. And right now you're not even doing a good job of that. You need to realize what it is that obsessed you and brought down your consciousness. Yes...you realize it now don't you? You see the difference? Weed it out! Extract it and recapture your equilibrium."
She is right - as always. I realize I had had a conversation with someone who was down and depressed about two hours ago. Their obsessions latched on to me. I must now try to extract them with a counterfield generated by my true mind - one uninfluenced by such things as self-pity or lower emotions.
"Good. You wanted to know more about that woman you've fallen in love with?"
"Well....yes....but I didn't want to involve you in that."
"It's my pleasure to assist you in small ways when it will serve us both well. This woman is one you have known in numerous lifetimes. She is a polarity and a more positive one. Though you have had some negative pasts with her as well, so you should be aware that the attraction is not ALL positive."
"Any detail about which pasts?"
"Egypt. Greece. A lifetime in Mesopotamia. One in China in the 11th century. Another in Europe during the reformation."
"Any details? Do you have any of your good advice?"
"No details. It's best you recognize these things yourself, you will get much more benefit that way. And as for advice - try to stay on equilibrium."
"Easier said than done. I just hope I can ease her into some portion of the information stream with out it creating a shock."
"You must remember, we have different relationships with different people and on different levels. I interact with you on one level and with others at other levels - sometimes one has to share with others different parts of oneself."
"Is this your nice way of saying she's not going to be ready for any of this stuff?"
"No. What I'm saying is you need to value each person in a unique manner. Each soul has that infinite spark and you tend to prioritize certain aspects and then judge others against your own weighted rubric. Do you remember the deformed girl from the future? She tried to tell you this as well. You really should analyze closely the processes and ways by which you interface with others."
She's right. She's always right. I hurt others this way and I can't help it. I've distanced myself from thousands of people in this life alone because they did not quite live up to my standards of proper living. They didn't make the grade to stay in my inner circle and so my inner circle keeps dwindling. If it dwindles much more being Tech1 will have a whole new meaning.
"Yal-hune?"
"Yes?"
"Do you get bored of Earth? Of me? I mean here you are and this has to be so...so...stifling. Dealing with humans must be like dealing with animals almost. The consciousness disparity is so great, I know if I find it hard it must be incredibly taxing for you."
"I explained this to you before and showed you how I feel as I let you enter my mind that first day we met. Nothing has changed. You still bias - I do not. That's why you're miserable and I'm constantly positively motivated."
"When I see others in pain...it hurts and I bias that negative. I can't yet find the strength to see clearly the good side of this pain. I guess I'm too retarded to see and extract the good. All I seem able to recognize and latch onto is the negative. Even this pending relationship has me perplexed and frustrated. I second guess my every instinct, feeling and desire. I then bias my own frustration and the loop just goes around compounding itself exponentially until everything in my life seems like a big pile of manure and I'm knee deep in it."
"Seeing the good is not always easy. Finding equanimity with all that surrounds you is a sign of true mastery. True masters don't find themselves born on Earth, they've long since evolved past this learning ground. So don't feel bad - you are here for a reason - to develop this mastery. And these terrible dilemmas are the tests you yourself set up before you were born in order to pass. This is YOUR class schedule - you wanted this. You just don't remember from this 3rd dimensional frame of reference and consciousness."
That last bit hits me hard. I realize she's hit the nail on the head. I set up this life...down to many little details. Each event, each moment a test I set up to try and pass. I'm failing pretty miserably...but I will redouble my efforts.
"That's the spirit...you can master this stuff. You will learn to see the good just as quickly as you see the bad. In death you will see life, in pain you will see growth and development. In all of those around you, you will cease to let their states emotionalize you or set off a chain of biases. You will achieve mastery over these 3rd dimensional streams of energy which are your life and when you do, you will move on to the next level and need not return.
"I love you Yal-hune..."
"I know...that's why you are able to hear this from me...because we have a strong set of balanced waves in common."
"Love conquers all."
"Yes."
She disappears from the Diablo. I pull back on the road and shortly thereafter I feel a the most gentle mental kiss on my right cheek.
Thursday, December 02, 2010
Wikileaks & Mr. Julian Assange
I hear you. After about fifteen different emails asking what I think about Wikileaks and Julian Assange, I’ve decided to make a short curtain lifting entry on the matter.
First of all, there is no such thing as a spontaneous leak of data or intelligence. If someone is leaking data, someone sponsored that leak of data. Much more damaging information exists out there… what Wikileaks has posted is pretty tame. Mr. Assange wouldn’t last a week if he were not acting in the interests of a qualified party. The question you should be asking yourself is - who benefits? Which nation(s) benefit when it is revealed Saudi Arabia wants us to take out Iran’s nuclear capabilities and facilities? Which nation(s) benefit when Argentina’s leaders psychological stability is questioned? Mr. Assange is now wanted on rape charges in Sweden and is allegedly hiding out in in the UK. Anyway you slice it, Julian Assange is not in an enviable position. He is the visible point, a useful tool, and is being used to further an agenda. When his utility is expended, he becomes expendable. Whether that means living out the rest of his life in a jail somewhere or simply being on the run or worse- none of these are great futures.
The embarrassing documents leaked about the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan further one agenda, and other documents leaked seem to further other agendas. Some leaks seem designed to mask the agendas of the sponsors. Misdirection is always a useful and effective tool.
The world, as a whole, cares amazingly little about affairs of state - or anything else that does not directly deal with their own self-interests. These leaks are targeted leaks and Wikileaks becomes much like any corporate media outlet, serving the agendas of its owners. Mr. Assange is, in this sense, the equivalent of a media news mouthpiece of any particular interests, whether they be a Larry King, Matt Drudge or Bill O’Reilly. He’s not operating of his own interests and has a sponsor.
What you really want to know is, who is Julian Assange's sponsor? And that is a question I don't intend to answer.
;-)
First of all, there is no such thing as a spontaneous leak of data or intelligence. If someone is leaking data, someone sponsored that leak of data. Much more damaging information exists out there… what Wikileaks has posted is pretty tame. Mr. Assange wouldn’t last a week if he were not acting in the interests of a qualified party. The question you should be asking yourself is - who benefits? Which nation(s) benefit when it is revealed Saudi Arabia wants us to take out Iran’s nuclear capabilities and facilities? Which nation(s) benefit when Argentina’s leaders psychological stability is questioned? Mr. Assange is now wanted on rape charges in Sweden and is allegedly hiding out in in the UK. Anyway you slice it, Julian Assange is not in an enviable position. He is the visible point, a useful tool, and is being used to further an agenda. When his utility is expended, he becomes expendable. Whether that means living out the rest of his life in a jail somewhere or simply being on the run or worse- none of these are great futures.
The embarrassing documents leaked about the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan further one agenda, and other documents leaked seem to further other agendas. Some leaks seem designed to mask the agendas of the sponsors. Misdirection is always a useful and effective tool.
The world, as a whole, cares amazingly little about affairs of state - or anything else that does not directly deal with their own self-interests. These leaks are targeted leaks and Wikileaks becomes much like any corporate media outlet, serving the agendas of its owners. Mr. Assange is, in this sense, the equivalent of a media news mouthpiece of any particular interests, whether they be a Larry King, Matt Drudge or Bill O’Reilly. He’s not operating of his own interests and has a sponsor.
What you really want to know is, who is Julian Assange's sponsor? And that is a question I don't intend to answer.
;-)
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