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Travels in Oz Part III

The bus past Pine Gap on the way out of Alice Springs, the station is run by the C.I.A the NSA and the NRO. About one thousand people work here within the confines on a full-time and part-time basis. Pine Gap station is part of the Echelon program, which is a surveillance operation, one of the “Five Eyes”. The Echelon program was formed in the 1960’s to monitor military and diplomatic communications of the Soviet Union during the farcical “Cold War”. The facility then upgraded to a broader range “global surveillance”. From my window I could see the white “radomes”, which are radars hidden within a domes. The domes are meant to protect the radar antennas. The fiberglass radomes looked like large white mushrooms sprouting up in the flat red desert landscape, they looked like an abstract art installation, they looked farcical, like a landscape folly – and that is what they are – a landscape folly. That is the secret of Pine Gap – it’s a joke, actually there is nothing inside the domes that works, they are just for show.

Now let me quote something, and show how the truth is often hidden in plain sight, as the old saying goes:

“A global network of electronic spy stations that can eavesdrop on telephones, faxes and computers. It can track even bank accounts. This information is stored in Echelon computers, which can keep millions of records on individuals. Officially, however, Echelon doesn’t exist.” – The Guardian Newspaper

Yes, that is correct, Echelon doesn’t exist, and everybody who has anything to do with Pine Gap knows that it does not exist. Those one thousand people who work there do nothing, they just maintain the propaganda and clean up the place. They guard nothing!!!! They just look after empty fiberglass white mushroom-like things. There is no such thing as “spy satellites”, they don’t exist… Other than farcical propaganda, Pine Gap is utterly meaningless, it is a fraud, a fantasia… But it is a fraud that has paid quite well for many decades.

The bus driver finished his spiel with, “and nobody knows what really goes on in there”. I mumbled under my breath, “Nothing goes on in there.”

The next stop was Lake Amadeus. The lake still retains its Germanic name, because German-Australians were the first to sight it. There were no aboriginals in this area before white man explored it. Lake Amadeus is a dry salt crust. The “discoverer” was said to be an Englishman named Ernest Giles, in 1872, however Gile’s benefactor was Baron Ferdinand von Mueller, the lake is said to be named after a Spanish king, but, of course none of this makes any sense, unless Germanic history has been transferred to Spain at some stage.

After a few more adventures I finally arrived at the base of Ayers Rock, the name of which has been aboriginalized to “Uluru”. The whites themselves did this to attempt to prove that they were not the first explorers of this area but it was the aboriginals that were. The “aboriginals” of this area now are not full “aboriginals”, they are mixed race, in fact, in many cases they are now more white than black, so extensive has the interbreeding been between “aboriginals” and white men, but any mixed breed, of course only acknowledges the black ancestry and not the white, even if they are now more white than black. There are “aboriginals” in Australia now that could easily be mistaken for being whites, however they call themselves “black”… It’s very strange, but the primary motivator is that they get given more money if they call themselves black and have some black ancestry, nobody give a shit about the white ancestry in Australia, that does not pay…Being “aboriginal” seems to have a pecuniary motivation, and the pecuniary motivation to be black is provided for by the whites… When I was young, the mixed-race “aboriginals” were given money and jobs by the white Australian government, they were treated like royalty, given scholarships, fawned upon, patronized, awarded, and named The traditional owners of Australia. Aboriginals always had more than us poor white kids, who were looked upon as second class citizens, this was the predominate prejudice in the poor public schools where I was educated.

I had hired a bike to ride around the base of Ayers Rock. This mountainous monolithic form raises up from a base that is completely flat, one can ride a bike right up to the point where the rock, incredibly, just rises vertically out of the ground! There is no elevation to the surrounding area running up to the base of the giant rock! This is truly astounding… At the very base of the rock was just a sand bed, not even small rocks or a build up of “millions of years” of falling stones, sediment and rocks, nothing, just flat sand, then leaping vertical hard rock! But this is sandstone…It struck me as a petroform, but alien… I felt engrossed by the thing… Another man approached the rock, he could not stop laughing, manically, “Ha ha ha, looooook, it’s acute, the angle is acute, ha, ha.”…. Parts of the rock face were acute angles rising from a completely flat base, but there were no loose rocks or boulders about… The face of the rock was smooth, the fissures and cracks were sparsely located, what a strange form! It was beguiling, I felt like laughing myself at this impossible geo-structure…What the fucking hell is this thing! I have read about the “geology” of the area and “scientific” descriptions of the formation of Ayers Rock, and they are a joke. Many men who have come here to the centre of Australia on some pilgrimage to see the “dead heart” to see this wonder, know very well that nobody has any idea how this thing got here or what it actually is.

The Rock’s skin was scaly, flakey in parts, yet no sedimentary build up at the perimeter of the base… I continued my journey, on a bike! Riding around the base. One can do a full circuit of the base of Ayers Rock on a bike. I stopped at a shallow cave, it appeared to be unnatural, a strange expression from this giant mineral being, I had no explanation for it, an information board attempted to explain it in “scientific” terms, it made no sense, the thing was fucking inexplicable! I felt its alien presence, as if it was like that movie “Close Encounters of a Third Kind”, but this was real, right in the middle of Australia, the Ozzie Externsteine! This thing even sucks in moisture and then expires it, it drinks water! There was a small puddle of stagnant black water, a water hole, in a little oasis, shaded by ghostly gum trees, apparently this is where the “indigenous custodians” of the land got their drinking water from…LOL… There is no way any group of people could survive here… Not enough water, and nothing to eat, “bush tucker” is a fraud, nobody can survive very long eating what is available in the outback, especially not the centre of Australia – but as the white folks say – “the aborigines have lived here for 40,000 years, they are the world’s oldest culture.” What bunch of camel shit! Talking of camels, they reckon there are 1 million wild camels in the outback, that’s a lie, camels can’t survive out here, there are no wild camels, just like there are no wild horses! This is all a show, they even pretend to round-up wild camels and cull them, bullshit, they are all domesticated and bred by humans, sure some get lost and wander out into the desert, and there they die, fast. It’s a show, das ist nur Schau, all this “wild nature” stuff, a fucking show! They make it up and pretend, the truth is very, very different. How can I explain that? It’s these thoughts that come into my head; a heavy, heavy burden, perhaps it would be easier to let it all go, stop the pain…

Further on I came to some “aboriginal rock art”, the information board stated that it was painted by Paddy Uluru in the 1950’s. The paintings have been touched up several times since, as they would have to in order to make them visible, given the erosion effects on rock formations, of course any geologist or artist would know this, yet they all claim falsely that rock art is very old and the work of “ancient”, “primitive cultures”.. All “ancient rock art” is 20th century abstract expressionism, which is unskilled type of artwork, minus the discipline of perspective. If it is not 20th Century, at most it is 19th Century. It’s not very old. Yet the White folks will claim alongside their Black mating partners that this art is “40,000 years old”, against all reason and logic. It’s a fraud in other words.

I circumvented the site, and came to the place where one can climb up the Totemic Rock. What the hell is this thing, I thought to myself, it’s like some old alien being, sentient, living elder thing of the desert, incomprehensible… It was hot, over 40 degrees Celsius. It’s dangerous to climb this rock at any time, dozens of people have died climbing it. I began the accent. Up an iron chain, holding on to the chain and pulling myself up, the first 50 meters were draining, it was much hotter on the blasted surface of the rock, no shade, the sun beat down on me like a hammer, I took out my water bottle and had a swig, the water was hot! It was so hot that I was dry, no sweat on my skin, the hot air was sucking the moisture out of the pores of my skin…I continued on, it was 4pm in the afternoon, the hottest time of the day, it seemed like a foolhardy decision, but I pressed on, this time only 10 meters before stopping and resting, I kept on like this until I was resting for longer than climbing, it felt like it was about 50 degrees now… Another climber was coming down, he looked half my age, he looked utterly exhausted… I was about half way up… I turned and looked down the steep face, yes, one could easily pass out from heat exhaustion and just roll off the face of the rock, and die. What a stupid way to die, I thought to myself. I looked out into the direction of the Olga’s, the only other visible rock formation rising out of the dead flat lands… The Olga’s had a feminine shape, it must be the wife of this mineralized being I was scrambling up, his wife was over there, where he could still see her. It was like a Revelation, some powerful psychic thought-transference, from this old being of the desert, just designed to trip me out some more! “Oh that is my wife over there, you see her.” What the fucking hell is this thing? I kept climbing… Starting to fatigue…Some calculations in my head, and it seemed that I could make it to the top, but getting down was an unknown venture. There was a definite risk here. I could have done it if it was early morning, or dusk, but this was the worst time to climb, it was seriously hot… I sat down, clinging to the chain, alone, upon this inexplicable blasted red rock. I have trekked and climbed in mountain ranges all over the world, in the Himalayas, in the Andes, the Carpathians, many places, but I have never been on such a weird rock as this…I started to climb back down.

Ayers Rock

The Olgas

 


Travels in Oz, Part II

In the hotel lobby I picked up a book whilst waiting for the taxi, “A History of Adelaide”…I patiently perused the expensive, glossy pages of lies…And within the text something jumped out at me, as it often happens, as if arresting me with force, a confirmation, a seeming confirmation from the Void of textual weavings…This often happens whilst reading through various publications, from academic text books to holiday brochures, from obscure philosophical treatises to common advertisement signs, sometimes words jump out and arrest me with force… In this case the book disclosed that there had been several times in Adelaide’s history where the German population had changed their names en masse. The latest instances being during World War I and II, where the German population of Adelaide and all over Australia had their names Anglicized and the reason was stated for this was to “avoid persecution”… So, the persecuation of Germans was a defining factor in the Anglicization of Adelaide and the rest of Australia…I know this to be true, it seems evident to me, and it is also admittedly so, the System Itself admits this to be so…It follows that if the German people changed their names, even when they must have been a majority at early stages of colonial settlement, then the geographical place-names would have been changed also, which I see evidence of, all over Australia, and all over the world, names being changed from German to English (and also “Aboriginal”… More and more names will  become Aboriginalized in the future as the linguistics of the System deteriorate over time, much Hullabaloo Dumpty Doo Timbuktoo over nothing me thinks. Imagine, if you will, how it must be for me, to have such constantly paradoxical thoughts that contradict the world…A lonely enterprise assigned to me…But a process of Individualization that seems necessary nonetheless..But the world itself proves its own contradictory nature… In a social sense…My Nazism, contradictory, began with not a feeling of National Socialism, but with Anti-Nationalism and Anti-Socialism sentiments… Nationalism as Alienation and Socialism as Delinquency… So has been the experience.

The German persecution of Germans, appears to be a German concept, as is Nationalism and Socialism… There are still many original German Social Clubs in Australia, as there are all over the world, the first “Social Clubs” were German in origin, and they persecuted themselves…It is not possible for the 2% to persecute the 98% when the masses rule Zion by Force of arms alone… This is something of a revelation, and it needs to be considered in depth.

On the train, I looked out at the vast expanses of semi-arid desert and bushland, an inhospitable place… One cannot survive out here without help…Nothing lives out here except for a few plants and lots of rocks and dirt… Lost here amongst the gray bush are the ghosts of emigrants:

“Come listen to my sad lament

About the bush of Australia,

the cattle dies, the sheep they rot,

Savage is the land of Australia

It really is a horrid spot

way down here in Australia,

Better to earn seven bob a week

than to die a freak

searching the wilds of Australia…”

Nothing survives out here, there is nothing to eat, nothing to drink, you will die of heat during the day, and freeze to death of a night, you wont last very long out here in the Outback, not without help… No grass out here, unless it is introduced and cultivated with water delivered in trucks and trains… The native “grass” is Spinifex, which has the same content as glass… Try eating glass, feed your cattle glass, see how far you get, does not matter, you can always lie about it afterwards…The expense that the first emigrants went to in order to build a railway up through the center of Australia is mind-boggling, I cant even imagine how it would be possible with just horses, camels, men….Seems impossible…. You know they say, out here that the “cattle Stations” are so huge they are millions of acres in size? This is very strange because cattle cannot survive out here without fresh water being delivered to them via rail (and trucks now also, since the roads have been built in places)… That’s right…No reliable water sources out here…The humans lie that they can sometimes find water by digging down into the dry hard salt laden ground to find “pockets” of fresh water! LOL….Yea sure…That’s a good joke… The water evaporates in the outback so quickly, that even when it does rain once every few years, the water often evaporates before it hits the ground! If ponds of water are created by rain, then they dry out, they dry out faster then the cattle could be mustered and driven towards the water… Sorry to say, but one cannot raise cattle out here without help, without water and feed being delivered to feed-lot stations the cattle dies within 7 days… So, no such thing as huge “cattle stations” in the Outback, the cattle herds stay within small enclosed areas near the railways tracks and roads waiting for water and feed to be delivered to them…. What is out there on the huge “cattle stations”????  Nothing….Nothing…. Not even kangaroos live out there, matey… Kangaroos live near golf courses and farms that are regularly fertilized…. They can survive near the main Rivers of Australia, like the rest of the fauna, but they cannot survive in the Outback. Even the reptiles and insects dont go out there….Only if they get lost, and then they die out there too…. Mostly, the reptiles and insects stay close to human farms…Because that is where the fucking food and water is!!!!! Generally, “wild-life” is not wild, but also dependent on co-habitation with the human settlements, usually on the outskirts of human populations, or they follow humans where they go.,,, I have heard, around the traps, at various times, that the Animals are the old “Slaves of Atlantis”, that they were workers at some stage, created to work as slaves but that they have been re-assigned to another role – as “wild-life… They were used by the upper class as target practice for guns… That’s how wild-life Tourism started out… And then they were classified as “vermin” and shot at again by middle class settlers and farmers (still this way now), but they also developed a wild-life industry, pretending that Animals are “wild” and “native”….Animals are no more native than humans…

Anyway, the Flies out here, they need moisture, a tremendous amount of flies descend upon you trying to suck the moisture from your pores… Flies go with animals, cattle, and humans, flies dont survive without these essentials… And Lies, so many lies, lies go with animals, cattle and humans… I was informed in Alice Springs, that the name comes from the fact that there are no “Springs” in Alice….Which makes sense, because there are no water Springs in Alice Springs… But as all Australians inform, with their Double-Speak, the water can be found under the dry Rivers… The River run upside down in the Outback – they are “Up-side down Rivers”, so although they are as dry as dead dingo’s donger on top, they run with cool fresh drinking water underneath!!!! LOL… But they are serious…Its true, you can look it up, or go here yourself – the Rivers are upside down! This is how the native, royal, “traditional landowners” survived for 40 billion years, in harmony with the land, 40 billion, trillion years before stupid ole whitey turned up, bumbling round and fucking things up with his lack of respect for the bountiful land of sweet harmony… How the Settlers bred with their the Lilliputians, I have no idea, but they did, and now, the half-castes are really something with the lies and the flies…I mean, Yeastus Baby Barley Corn, there is something to be said about about monastical life! And they called themselves “Lutherians”…. Because the first settlement out here was not Alice Springs, it was “Hermannsburg”, now one can go and visit the original Lutheran German old town, its on the tourist itinerary, one of those arresting forces that the Matrix throws up in your face, and yet nobody notices it… But there it is, sitting there in stone – Hermannsburg….They will change all that though, and re-name it “Arunda Namajeraa” or something like that… And everyone, German Lutheran to Anglo-Saxon to Aboriginal to half-caste mongrel, will pretend that you dont need to construct a great big railway to get water here and supplies, you can just do as the local “traditional owners” used to do, but dont do anymore, you can just dig down and you will find cool, clean drinking water, amply supplied by Mother Nature Herself…. It’s all about the spiritual harmony out here….One can easily survive on “bush tucker” and “upside down rivers”, no need for railways and roads and petrol stations….Just ask the locals, they will tell you…