8353. THINGS ARE DIFFERENT NOW, #101

101. TWIN TOWERS

The World Trade Center was

always suspect to me. The

preliminaries for it all were

underway while I lived there.

Reading all this, you'll just

scoff, and it's completely

understandable. But let me

say, this account stands,

nonetheless. The first thing

necessary to point out was,

in the Rockefeller years, the

state possession of the large

clump of vital land for the

ostensible purposes of erecting,

from the federal and Albany-state

level of operations, a vast

edifice of monumental

proportions from which to

stimulate and later run the

global operations of finance,

intelligence, and the

interconnected, worldwide

needs of all the just-dawning,

post WWII nascent

supra-governmental

interactions demanded this.

Make no bones, this was,

from day one, an over-arching

reach of power, a global

takeover of which the little

man would have no clue or

even interest. 1961 - 1965,

those very important years,

allowed the takeover and the

cultural infiltration, as well,

of enough televised and

entertainment junk to sate

and satisfy the average Joe

idiot. Beatles. Elvis. Football

and baseball. Television and

movies. You name it. At the

highest reaches of supra-national

power, this was all planned

and implemented. Even the

so-called 'Space Race. I've

only quite randomly listed six.

At east 11th street, and again

of course, you wouldn't

necessarily know any of this,

nor even what was underway.

Don Larson and Don Drysdale,

Curt Flood and Casey Stengel,

that was about all the showcase

pages of the cheap dailies played

up  -  the 5-cent Daily News

wrap-ups about nothing covered

nothing. Were, in fact, in bed

with the secrets. Take note,

the Twin Towers were not

randomly situated. This was

a specific and a quite particular

site chosen for varied reasons.

The country was slowly leaving,

urban NY wise, a maritime and

harbor-oriented economy. All

of that was wilting to nothing

and already near death. The

waterway factor meant nothing.

Globally an geographically, this

was a very rich site  -  on the

energy lines and within the

vibratory tendencies of all

the old, esoteric knowledges.

To boot, this was a neighborhood,

and a district. It had to be cleared

and cleansed, and, in a wholesale

fashion, people and families had

to be displaced, ruined, moved

out, and their real estate and

possessions taken from them.

Who were these people, and

what district was this?

Middle-Easterners, Lebanese,

Iranian, and Arabian. All this

was their neighborhood and

their streets. The 'district' had

been called the 'electronics'

district  -  batteries, vacuum

tubes, radio and television

electrical things. So, just

starting with that, there was

from the first an anti-Arab

bias set in place  -  all those

sheikdoms and kingdoms,

mostly drawn artificially with

British and American borders

selected, land usurped for Israel,

Mossadegh overthown in Iran,

the Shah of Iran, Riza Pahlevi,

set up, in place, to fleece and

steal billions from both his

people and from oil-money

ventures as well as to protect

American interests. This was

a global hegemony, from the

very beginning. People were

killed, small wars fought, old

and ancient tribalism disrupted.

Make no mistake, the seeds of

a destruction were set in place,

as far back as 1949, 1956, and

before.

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The photographer Danny Lyon

has documented all of this is a

series of remarkable photos from

that era  -  the abandoned, the

run-down, the ruined and empty

streets of that old Arab District

as it was being cleared and

emptied of people. It's very

sad to view, a sad sight indeed.

On this huge footprint of land,

where everything was taken

away, there was an exodus.

An Exodus. Though not the

Jewish kind, which is all we

ever hear about. But that's

another story, of another day,

concocted to bolster and underlay

the equally pathetic story of

ancient primitives selected by

their own, small version, of a

fierce and warlike, iron-age

God. Rubbish all. The version

of things I am telling here may

seem unbelievable to you (ye of

little faith), but, I attest, it is no

more unbelievable than any of

rot and cant you've invested

spirit, souls, and cultures too

for millennia, in the downtrodden

belief by Man of a God who

cares and who selects.

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So be it. Whatever it is we are

adept at, that is what we are. The

clearance and destruction of that

entire area was underway, with

the hidden purposes and the hidden

elite of underwriters going about

their business. In fact, the world

applauded. The Twin Towers went

up. Their secret basements and

control rooms and Interpol/CIA

intelligence offices, intercommunication

lines, tracking mobilities, and

all the rest almost too cleverly

concealed by bland and square

offices, floor after floor, startlingly

swift elevators, a bland and atrocious

mezzanine filled with junk trinket

stores, clothiers and shoes shops,

electronics (!), travel books and

crummy book stalls, eateries,

snacks, and a subway connection.

The only people ever steadily

seen there were the underclass of

black or third-world janitors,

cleaners, moppers, door-people

and guards. Yes, it was, at that

level racist. The preponderance

of the offices, ten plus years on,

in a building otherwise considered

a tenancy failure (few of the

large-scale leases ever were taken,

for years) thus became state and

government tenants, bureaus of

this and that, the bland,

pencil-scratch of bureaucracy

with pale-green walls. A real

mess. This all went on for years.

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I'm not belaboring the point.

The place was declasse; surrounded

by tie-shops and lottery booths,

parking garages and Burger Kings.

1991, or whenever it was, brought

the first attempt  -  some moron

gets a van-load of high-impact

explosives into the underground

garage and it goes off at midnight

or something. Much damage done,

but limited in scope. Some Sheik,

Omar Abdul Rahman, or whatever,

a blind guy, is apprehended,

vows revenge and a second try,

and is given (supposedly) endless

life terms. He may be dead now,

having expired in prison, or not.

He vows 'the next attempt, believe

me, will succeed.' The global

implementers of all this, they

work on long time-scales. Ten

or twelve years is nothing.

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I watched these buildings go up.

Steel beam by steel beam cutting

the sky, wrapped in orange at first,

then as it proceeded the orange

was removed and only the

latest parts were in orange.

So you were able always to

view and gauge the progress.

Two idiot towers, exactly alike,

a testament to linear-thinking,

to thought and mind control  -

right angles, straight, un-ornamented

spires of nothingness. Nothing

to see, nothing to sweep the

mind away, no romance, no

grace. Like bad porno, just the

job, getting done. Line and angle,

straight-edge and plane, cube and

square. There was really nothing

here - a horrid, biblical Babel,

of rude silence. From where I

lived, it changed everything.

I used to sit on the little porch

at a place called 'Nancy Whisky

Pub' and look down Hudson.

These two towers loomed,

way down at the end, stretching

over everything, lending an

ending quotation to the sky

and the city and the world.

Leading you, as viewer, as

human, as being, to then

acquiesce to the fact that there

was nothing going on, that life

was bankrupt, that alien powers

had taken over all thought and

reason. The only view your prison

cell afforded was of two slick

towers in a desolate sky. As

it was going up, we watched,

we broke in, past the night

barricades, and looked at things,

moved around. The beams being

delivered by truck, all through

night, arrived through the Holland

Tunnel still warm, literally, still

warm from Bethlehem Steel Works

a scant hundred miles off, a straight

line across Route 78, built by the

defense department to facilitate

armaments traffic in case of war,

 the Eisenhower Administration.

Decimating farmland and countryside,

all peace and quiet. Rts. 287, 78, 80,

each streaming out across a ruined

New Jersey  -  as did interstates

everywhere  - and built in a Cold

War frenzy, a paroxysm of fear.

You needn't believe me, go look

it up yourself, read Eisenhower's

presidential Farewell Message,

the one wherein he tells America

to 'fear the Military-Industrial

Complex.' This from the 8-year

President of the USA. He himself

knew then that he was powerless,

that all presidents are puppet-goons,

window-dressings for nothing. The

dark and hidden powers ruling life

and global events care little for you

and me. As it turned out, this was

their project. When they got done

with what they needed doing, it

came down, all was expendable.

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The preparations for that day

were long in coming. First the

construction. Then the forty

years of use. Then the destruction.

All the same. How many people

were killed that day, 3000 or so?

Did you ever wonder why family

or kin of each fatality from the

Twin Towers destruction were

given a million dollars each? A

million dollars. The guy down 

the street, killed by a bus that 

same hour, he got nothing. The

securities analyst in the Brown

Brothers Harriman Trust offices

over on Beaver street, who keeled

over dead of a heart attack, his

family got nothing. The guy 

down the street at the Hell's 

Angel bar called the John 

Street Tavern, the one who 

died from a beating and a knife

wound just a few hours before,

his kin got nothing. Why those

three thousand? What was that?

Whose money, and for what

sacrificial purposes. That global

energy grid I mentioned, those

site-lines of power centers, they're

all the same, same as the pyramids

and sacrificial altars of the Mayan

and Aztec ruins, where thousands 

were sacrificed too, eons of 

programmed death  -  daughters

and sons given up to appease the

Gods. Egypt. Iraq. China. Japan.

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Nothing but a huge pall of white smoke

covered the lower east side that next 

morning. Not a word was spoken as

people tried going about their work.
Poor people too.