Manson and Ragnarok

Image - Loki and the Rhine Maidens.






Those that mock Mason, do so only as they are fools.

Manson was and still is, in Jungian terms, a man gripped in the frenzy of an archetype - that of The Trickster or Loki for those of the Norse faith.

His entire life has been the working out of that archetype in real time - from his mother being a prostitute, him being born in a brothel and him spending most of his life in prisons.

And as such he speaks forth straight from the realm of the sub-conscious and not the ego conscious - and hence he has seen the fall of man many, many times before in history and can see connections in events that we , welded to our rational minds, cannot ever discerne.

He may be mad, but no one ever said the mad are stupid.

Far from it, for madness and genius are twin sisters.

Loki in the Norse myths is the god that gave man intelligence, and yet who becomes Mans greatest enemy and the god who triggers Ragnarok.

Manson is in contact with the past, literally as he speaks not from the ego but via the Trickster archetype which is found within the inherited sub-conscious - and when The Trickster in any community warns that community then they best listen.

Those who have adopted the Paradigm Control position of opposing climate change due to the debunking of man made global warming theory, are as much idiots as those proponents of man made global warming theory.

Its not pollution that is the problem, for pollution is merely a symptom of the real problem - human over population.

Human over population, and the industries and pollution that peddle products to humanity, are killing the planet.

CFC's are a symptom of human over population.

If there were less humans, there would be less environmental destruction, less pollution and less climate change.

The Trickster Manson is the voice in the wilderness, a voice who the foolish mock - but the wise know different.

Tthe wise know that the voice in the widlerness is often the only one telling the truth, and as it is a truth WE DO NOT WANT TO HEAR, we refuse to hear it until it is too late.

Manson was right about Helter Skelter - every year in America race attacks against whites increase.

U.S. Government official crime figures to show that 37,460 White women and girls were raped by Black men in the United States in 2005. That is more than 100 White women raped by Blacks every day. In contrast, the government figures show that there are no rapes by White men against Black women in that year.

Manson was right - we are in Helter Skelter right now.

Perhaps we ought to listen to what he says about what comes next.






http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/worldnews/northamerica/usa/8460868/Charles-Manson-breaks-silence-to-warn-of-global-warming.html




Showing no remorse for the crimes for which he was condemned 40 years ago the 76 year-old chose instead to express his views on President Barack Obama and environmental doom.

In a series of rambling interviews from his Californian jail, the man who brainwashed members of his commune known as "The Manson Family" into butchering eight people on two nights in August 1969 described himself as a "very mal hombre".

Among those stabbed in the killing spree was Sharon Tate, the wife of film director Roman Polanski, who was eight months pregnant with his child.

Referring to the crimes for which he was sentenced to death, a penalty later commuted to life imprisonment when California abolished the death penalty, Manson said: "I live in the underworld, I'm very mean, I'm a very bad man.

But he went on: "I am a martyr. But I am also a victim. And a performer. I am everything and I am nothing."

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During the interviews with Spain's Vanity Fair magazine, published on Tuesday, he said: "You have to accept yourself as God. You have to realise you're just the Devil just as much as you're God, that you're everything and you're nothing at all."

Refusing to discuss whether he still posed a danger to society ahead of a parole review scheduled for next year, he instead warned of a "greater danger" – that of global warming.

"Everyone's God and if we don't wake up to that there's going to be no weather because our polar caps are melting because we're doing bad things to the atmosphere," he said.

"The automobiles and fossil fuels are destroying the atmosphere and we won't have air to breathe.

"If we don't change that as rapidly as I'm speaking to you now, if we don't put the green back on the planet and put the trees back that we've butchered, if we don't go to war against the problem ..." he added, trailing off.

He went on to describe the US President as "a slave of Wall Street".

"I think Obama is an idiot for doing what he's doing," he said, in his first published words since the late 1980s. "They're playing with him."

During the trial in 1971 the court heard that Manson had established a commune in the desert where he demonstrated hypnotic control over his devotees, the majority vulnerable young women, fuelled by drugs and sex.

He ordered his followers to commit the murders in the warped belief that it would provoke an apocalyptic race war, which he called "Helter Skelter" after the Beatles song that he interpreted as a coded prophecy of such conflict.

A hardened racist – he appeared in court with a tattoo of a swastika crudely carved onto his forehead Manson believed that he and his followers would lead the survivors of the war that ensued.

Five members of "The Family", four of them women, were found guilty for carrying out the murders and Manson – who was not present at the scenes of the crime – for being the ringleader.

The Little Man ( For Charlie )

The Little Man ( For Charlie )




Take a little man,
A mystical man,
A trickster who stole away your FEAR,
From the box where it was buried,
Hidden deep in the dark earth,
Of all your inner denials,
A Joker Man, a Toker Man,
who forged from that fear,
a cursed gold crown,
To wear as a King for a day,
Crucified upon a simple cross,
So that you may be reborn,
Alive, like him.




Take that little man,
That angry seer,
The leader of a Lost Tribe of laughing children,
Your children,
Who became a little people,
A lost people,
Living on wild honey in the desert of EXILE,
Feasting on the manna,
Of visions and dreams,
Whose every deeds are the sum of your fears,
Condemned as devils,
Despised as fools,
Forbidden and imprisoned,
By those so blind they will never see,
That you were his power,
And his whole control.




Take that little man,
That hissing serpent,
That mocking fool who dared to laugh,
At all your war machines and tanks and guns,
That unceasing kill from year to year,
And which you mockingly call peace,
Then take him in chains to a place of execution,
And place his head upon a chopping block,
So that everyone may feel safe,
Then judge him with all those laws,
You impose upon yourselves in the name of ORDER,
Then find him guilty of all your crimes,
And carve a curse for him to wear,
So that you may fool yourselves into feeling free,
Whilst trapped within your captivity.



Take that little man,
That Preacher Man,
And swaddle him in the rusted chains,
That you call your SYSTEM,
Bind his thin limbs and gag his foul mouth,
So that he may never speak or inspire,
Others to dare think for themselves,
Then lock that prophet and all his words,
In a small concrete box,
Deep in the earth in a dark solitary cell,
Without a window and far from the light,
Day after day, night after night,
Surrounded by guns and slaves,
Under orders to kill,
War after war, life after life.




Take that little man,
That simple man,
Bolt the door and block out the sun,
Then take away all the tinsel,
That you need to survive,
And keep him hidden in the UNDERWORLD,
Mocking your own humanity,
Until one day he awakens,
No longer just a little man,
A lost and found man,
Now illuminated and liberated,
For in his isolation he found his freedom,
Where there are no distractions or illusions,
That empty place,
That sacred space,
Where nothing else exists but the self,
and its secret key to the cage,
That only the few ever discover.



Now the little man is a wise man,
A man whose gaze sees the future,
for he has found out what you never knew,
That your sanity is a little box,
The size and shape of a coffin,
Whilst his insanity is now your reality,
And now he is out and you are in,
For there is only the ONE,
The Inner World,
And where you end,
He begins,
For you made him wise when you turned him mad,
Now as pale as he is,
He will lead the Black Parade,
Wind, Rain, Earth and Life are the sacred cycle,
That he foretold,
For when he felt the lightning,
You only heard the thunder,
Rumbling in the distance.



Now the little man understands it all,
That this world is about to end,
Choking, Thirst, Cold and Hunger,
Are the prisons you have built for yourselves,
Out of the wreckage of nature,
Raped and profaned before your very eyes,
When you chose to live in sin,
Air, Trees, Water and Animals are all dying,
So that you may live your tiny little lives,
Of greed and hate and hollow LIES,
And all the fear he stole,
That you thought you had reclaimed,
He alone now truly owns,
For everything he ever said,
Is now coming true,
Right before your very eyes.




You made that little man your monster,
A myth to frighten children,
When everything he ever said,
Was simply your reflection,
You scorched this earth not him,
You waged the wars, you carried the Flag,
You culled and killed,
And slashed and burnt,
Not him, not the little man,
For he was buried deep in your tomb,
But he is the one that you will come to know,
When it is too late for you to be saved,
For now you are all the LITTLE MEN,
In your big cities and cars,
With your careers and suburbs,
And his prison walls are your Hells Gate,
Slowly opening to usher you in.



You took a little man,
And with all your hate,
Turned him into a giant,
As you became NOTHING.