I think it was that early SOTT video Pentagon Strike that finally cracked my edifice of denial. And now here we are 20 years on going through the endgame that was set in motion that day… it seems like an eternity ago but also just more of the same never ending dream like state that we slipped into that autumn and never really awoke from. I try to remember this when I get so despairing about how it is possible that so many educated people have totally fallen foul of the Covid con; the bewitching started a long, long time ago and 9-11 was one of many – if still the most absurdly obvious – spells along the way. And if that didn’t wake enough people up back then to their impending peril, nothing else to follow surely could…
Hello Micheal, thanks for sharing your story and well said on the part of slipping into a dream-like state. Oh how so many are still a sleep. I remember seeing the Pentagon Strike Video as well and thinking - "Aha, I knew I smelled BS from the start!" Anyway, I'll share some of what I remember that tragic day. Oddly enough, I have no idea what I was doing the day before, but I do know I never bought the official story then or now...
I was living in small studio apartment in San Diego in the area known as Banker's Hill. My apartment was right over the flight path of the San Diego airport. Planes flew over so often you hardly noticed them nor did I wake up to them flying over head. When I got up in that morning nothing seemed out of the ordinary. I had no cable and was never in the habit of watching the morning news -- never trusted those "talking heads" anyway. I had recent started reading books again as a way to disconnect from the constant media and entertainment from my "up bringing" and was mostly focused on my art and music.
Every morning on my way to class (second year in the graphic design program at the local City College) I had to pass the main thoroughfare to the airport - constant cars, shuttles, taxis speeding people to their morning flights. I would leave early enough because sometimes I'd sit there waiting a long time for my moment to step on it and quickly get across without getting hit. Not on 9/11. I really didn't think anything of it except something like "Hey! It's my lucky day - no cars!"
I kept driving along, mostly noting how little traffic there was and how easy it was to find parking on campus! So, I strolled along to my class and when I get closer everyone is a buzz. I see my teacher and ask what's going on and she looks at me strangely as if thinking - "You don't know? How do I explain this to someone right now..." she finally says something to the affect that there's been an attack on the East Coast at the World Trade center in New York. "Ohhh," I say, "what'd we do this time?" (my humor can be blunt, dry and mistakenly dark and ineffectual - my meaning was, what did the US (aka War Pigs) do to another country that warranted a Pearl Harbor style attack on American soil? For my teacher, her response was something like well they say it's terrorists that have high-jacked some airplanes.
I don't remember much after that except meeting up with my girlfriend at her place and watching it all unfold on the news with some of her friends. She was very distraught being from the East Coast and having friends and family in New York. I was all a bit removed from it emotionally as all my family had been in California for many years and this was just surreal to watch - plus I wasn't actually surprised that it happened. But seeing the second plane hit, the towers eventually falling, specs of people jumping, the WTC-7 free falling and the newscaster being completely off guard as to how to respond -- the psychological imprinting or branding of it all was very, very strong as it was intended to be. Worth mentioning that at the time being apart of an underground punk/metal scene I questioned the answers and already being anti-war / anti-imperialism provided me an awareness that definitely helped me not succumb to the "spellbinding" narrative pys-op, but a lot of spellbinders entered my life shortly afterwards...
FWIW, I recall that San Diego was a supposed target or at least the narrative handlers wanted us to believe it was and being that it was and still is a major Navy, Air Force, and Marine hub that seemed plausible (need to go back and re-read). Lots of high strangeness ensued afterwards as well (think tik taks and Project Camelo) - the military has indirectly intervened many times in my life. So, hearing from a friend that an acquaintance's Mother had left the country quickly shortly after 9/11 was "interesting". I always got a weird vibe in their house anyway. For some reason that moment as stuck with me.
And there's so much more I could share, but the last thing was just how much my creative output sorta "amplified" afterwards. I thought I'd share an assignment that was to "create a sociopolitical poster". It was a few weeks after and the war machine/media blitz had just rebooted and talk of invading Afghanistan was all over the news. I planned to do my poster around the possibility that we were entering another Vietnam situation. My design teacher talked my out of it sighting something like it wasn't fair to assume so soon So a doubled down and did a poster titled "United We Stand, Blindly We Serve". I dug it up and forgot we had to put a whole process book together on our research, design explorations, and write up our intent. Here it is:
And from my write up (re-reading now I was quite impressed for being only 21):
"At times its no wonder that tragic events have happened on the mainland if we just realized the US' history of funded genocide and millions of innocent lives that have been lost because of our foreign policy or quest for imperial dominance."
Well, thanks to anyone who has read this far. The impression from 9/11 has been everlasting and many, many events since that day both small and big along my timeline some how eventually led me to the Adventure Series and SOTT and now this forum. Honestly, I think I just asked for a little help from the Universe - not demanded. I'm still putting up a fight in my own way. We all are, really and I'm grateful for all here posting their stories and information. While things seem dim, I still believe the best is yet to come - knowledge protects.