Tuesday 31 August 2010

SHUTTER ISLAND! Revelation of the method of MK Ultra trauma based mind control.



Successful psychological manipulation involves:

"Manipulator concealing aggressive intentions and behaviours.

Manipulator knowing the psychological vulnerabilities of the victim to determine what tactics are likely to be most effective.

Manipulator having a sufficient level of ruthlessness to have no qualms about causing harm to the victim necessary." Dr George K Simon.

Sometimes the truth gets out, often screenwriters and novelists may write a best selling book which is dramatised into a bestselling movie. Such is the case of Dennis Lahane who wrote Mystic River which was then made into a film directed by Clint Eastwood and starring Tim Robbins. The film is a predictable example of the art of how to traumatise and depress people. If you want to have your will to live sucked out of you and have it replaced by a feeling of forlorn futility, go watch Mystic River. On the strength of its traumatising and weakening effect on the public it seems Lahane managed to get another of his stories made into a film.

Shutter Island however is a very different proposition. As the novel Mystic river deals with the hidden reality of child abuse by certain factions of so called community leaders like police officers, Shutter Island deals with the hidden reality of psychological abuse by certain factions of the so called medical profession.

Shutter Island is the story of a Federal Marshall Teddy Daniels and his investigation into the disappearance of a psychiatric patient named Rachel Solando from an extremely high security psychiatric facility based on an Island off the coast of Boston.

What we are watching in Shutter Island is a fictionalised account of the type of processes of brainwashing and mind control which were carried out during the 1950’s under the name of the US government’s top secret MK Ultra project project based on New York’s Long Island. There are techniques which were brought into the US after world war two when as part of the now declassified Operation Paperclip where Nazi rocket scientists such as Wernher Von Braun, and experts in various species of torture such as Kurt Blume, (a chemical and biological expert who experimented on human patients in concentration camps but was acquitted at the Nuremburg trials) were spirited away from the crumbling ruins of Germany and safely ensconced within top secret government facilities to continue their research.

The facile conclusion which many people come to when watching Shutter Island is that Teddy Daniel isn’t really Teddy Daniels but is actually Andrew Laeddis who apparently killed his own wife after she had drowned their three children. They are often fairly vigorous in their certitude that this is the correct interpretation of the film and that anyone who offers a different view of the film’s story is paranoid. Indeed at the time of writing, Rotten Tomatoes, IMDB and Wikipedia, have entirely erroneous synopses for Shutter Island, and perhaps this fact more than any other, shows the true power of mind control.

If even a movie going viewer has sat through two hours of the film and followed the story of Teddy Daniels, yet within the last ten minutes of the film, can have their recollection of events so totally modified by the smooth talking and persuasive Dr Cawley, then indeed, what hope was there for poor Teddy Daniels and the thousands of other people, in the real world, who are daily subjected to extremely invasive and unscrupulous techniques of mind control?

“That's the Kafkaesque genius of it. People tell the world you're crazy, and all your protests to the contrary just confirm what they're saying. Once you're declared insane, then anything you do is called part of that insanity. Reasonable protests are denial. Valid fears, paranoia. Survival instincts are defense mechanisms.”

There are so many obvious inconsistencies and so many clearly transparent tricks between the reality of Teddy Daniels' character and the mind control fantasy which Dr Lawley conjures out of the air, that one wonders if the film’s audience themselves weren’t perhaps more profoundly hypnotised than DiCaprio’s federal marshal.

Looking through CIA documentation on MK Ultra I noticed the following areas which seemed to serve as a sort of ‘wish-list’ or a focus for their research. Much of this ties in quite well with the events of Shutter Island and my analysis of the film. On the CIA Christmas list for 1953 were the following items:

“A knockout pill which can surreptitiously be administered in drinks, food, cigarettes, as an aerosol, etc, which will be safe to use, provide a maximum of amnesia, and be suitable for use by agent types on an ad hoc basis.”

“Substances which will lower the ambition and general working efficiency of men when administered in undetectable amounts.”

“Physical methods of producing shock and confusion over extended periods of time and capable of surreptitious use.”

The first thing which is slightly out of the ordinary for Teddy Daniels comes at the ferry crossing from Boston harbour to Shutter Island. As he steps on deck he meets his new partner for the first time, and finds also that his cigarettes have mysteriously disappeared. As a result he is obliged to smoke one of Chuck’s cigarettes, at the time Chuck comments:

‘Government employees will rob you blind.’ says Chuck, but Daniels little suspects that his cigarettes have indeed been stolen in order that he becomes dependent on Chuck’s adulterated cigarettes.  What I wish to demonstrate, is that from here on, Daniels is the unwitting victim of a concerted and extremely well organised programme of very brutal mind control.

Mind control works by destabilising the victim’s sense of reality and making them reach a point where they start to abdicate their own will to the direction and suggestion of others. At such a point a person becomes a virtual slave of any person providing directions or cues which seem to fit with the perceived ‘new’ reality. In order for this technique to succeed the most important thing is to gradually sap the strength of mind and sense of authority which the person has, so enfeebled they will simply be unable to defend themselves and will be at the mercy of their captors.

However, it is necessary, if this technique is to succeed, for the victim to voluntarily surrender his own will, because a battle of wills would only strengthen the victim’s resistance and resolve. Therefore, it is necessary for the manipulator to create the ‘good appearance’ of a reason for the victim to acquiesce, and in the film the process begins before Teddy has even entered the compound where he is obliged to suppress his own feelings on the matter and indeed, his legal entitlement as a Federal Marshall to always bear a fire-arm while on duty, when he is told he cannot enter the compound with his fire-arm. This is the first step of Teddy’s surrendering of his own will and provides an apt metaphor of how the technique of mind control can succeed:



In order for mind control to become effective on someone, just like hypnosis it is necessary to acquiesce to it. It is a well known fact among professional hypnotists that it is impossible to hypnotise someone who doesn’t want to be hypnotised. But there are ways and tricks which can be pulled off to force someone to become suggestible, and lower their defences and effectively allow the manipulator to recreate a reality for them, just as the hypnotist-entertainer does during his stage show. These methods include: inducing feelings of unbearable guilt or shame; inducing the feeling that the manipulator knows what they’re doing and can be trusted; inducing confusion and disorientation. The aims of these methods is that the victim finally acquiescence through fear of the consequences of non compliance. As we will see as we examine the film Shutter Island and explore the events as the plot unfolds, all of these techniques are used on Federal Agent Teddy Daniels.

Fairly early on in the film Teddy realises things are not quite as they seem on the island when he interviews Mrs Kearns who has been incarcerated for murdering her philandering husband. During the interview she asks Chuck to get her a glass of water and during his absence she quickly writes something in Teddy’s note book. After the interview Teddy expresses his suspicions to Chuck that things are not quite as they seem:

“She was coached. She used practically the same words as Cawley and the nurse, like she'd been told exactly what to say.”

This is because Mrs Kearns says the same sentence, word for word perfect as Dr Cawley:

“She believed her kids were alive. She thought she was still living in the Berkshires, and we were all her neighbours, the milkmen, postmen..Deliverymen.”
After the interview, Teddy reveals the note which Mrs Kearns had written to him while he was away:



This is the first suggestion that Teddy is in some kind of danger, although at this stage, he still has the self confidence and sense of authority not to take the warning seriously and he unwisely decides to stay on the island and investigate the wild goose chase of Rachel Solando’s disappearance.

It is necessary to explode the myth that somehow Teddy Daniels is a fiction of the imagination of someone called Andrew Laeddis, which is the mind control fantasy which Teddy is seemingly convinced of at the end, or at least, that he has become sufficiently confused and his world ambiguous enough, to knock the fight out of him and make him no longer sure quite who he is. At the end Chuck calls after him: ‘Teddy?’ but for once he doesn’t respond to the name. This is the signal that he IS actually now insane and that he can now be legally lobotomised because no longer sees himself as Teddy Daniels. This is why he is taken to the lighthouse at the end and lobotomised. Teddy reaches a point where he starts playing the game on the Doctors’ terms and wants to know what he has to do in order not to get lobotomised. He imagines that if he pretends to be Andrew Leiddis and ‘plays along’ then he will not be lobotomised by the operation Paperclip Nazi Dr Naehring. However by assuming the role of Andrew Laeddis he actually shows the contrary. He has been tricked.

It is only when he begins to accept or ‘play along’ with Dr Cawley’s schizoid suggestions, that he isn’t really who he thinks he is, that he does become a genuine patient, and immediately we notice a change in Dr Cawley’s tone:

“Who's Teddy Daniels?”

"He doesn't exist. Neither does Rachel Solando. l made them up. l killed them.”

“Here's my fear, Andrew. We broke through once before, nine months ago, and then you regressed. You reset, Andrew. Like a tape playing over and over on an endless loop. l hope that what we've done here will be enough to stop it from ever happening again, but l need to know you've accepted reality.”

It is only when he accepts the insane reality being offered by Dr Cawley that he can legally be classified as insane and they can therefore neutralise him with irreversible brain surgery.

As Dr Cawley himself says:

“l swore before the Board of Overseers that l could construct the most radical cutting-edge role-play ever attempted in psychiatry, and it would bring you back.”

It is quite correct to say that he has created a cutting edge role play, but its intents were not to bring Teddy Daniel’s back, but to neutralise a threat to their experiments.

I wouldn’t say Daniels becomes convinced himself, but feels sufficiently disorientated and deranged by his experiences on Shutter Island, to be able to offer no more resistance to his captors. His final words in the film are

“Which would be worse? To live as a monster or to die as a good man?” at this point he briefly looks straight into the eyes of Doctor Sheenan who is still impersonating his partner Chuck Aumes, before he is led away. The ‘good man’ refers to himself about to be made dead to the world, he is comparing himself to his evil captors who have used personally invasive psychological techniques to neutralise the threat to their ongoing experiments by carrying out a lobotomy on Teddy. He asks is it better to die as a victim of evil men or to live on as an evil man? He asks this because he himself is going to ‘die’ a good man, the lobotomy will effectively kill any sense of Teddy Daniel’s identity, yet Dr Sheenan, Dr Cawley and the other ‘monsters’ will have to live on with full awareness of the terrible evil they have perpetrated upon an innocent man.

For anyone who has seen the film and still has doubts that I have made the correct interpretation of the film, I would ask you to remember the early scenes of the film where Teddy has just met chuck, and remembers his dead wife. She is shown as blonde haired blue eyed woman and she reappears at frequent intervals as Teddy begins to hallucinate as a result of him being spiked with psychoactive drugs.



Compare this with the implanted mind control version of reality which Dr Lawley successfully hypnotises Teddy into believing near the end of the film. We see a completely different woman who is in fact known as Rachel Solando who Teddy had come to search for on the Island and who herself was said to have killed her three children, none of this is true however and the woman Rachel Solando is fictional just as Andrew Laeddis is fictional, the significance of both names is used in the final stages of Teddy’s mind control. Because of the drug induced nightmares which have become schizoid hallucinations, all of the stimuli of Ashecliffe is entering his subconscious and attempting to supplant the reality already within.

At the stage below he sees Solando as his wife, but as his hypnosis develops he starts to transmigrate the acts of Rachel Solando (who in the book is revealed to be a doctor impersonating this character as she gives him a sedative shot as he is taken to the Ward C in shackles and incarcerated) into the real person of his wife Dolores Chanal.



As we can see, in the later stages of the film, due to the drugs he has been spiked with, Teddy starts having traumatic dreams, visions and hallucinations. Trauma is the key to mind control. As is explained later in the film, as an excuse for institutionalising the victim and also as a weapon to wield to further damage the victim’s psyche.

“Let me ask you. Any past traumas in your life? Because they're gonna point to some event in your past and say it's the reason you lost your sanity. So that when they commit you here, your friends and colleagues will say, ''Of course he cracked. ''Who wouldn't after what he'd been through?''

The point is they're gonna say it about you. How's your head? Any funny dreams lately? Trouble sleeping?”

Dr Naehring, the Nazi doctor explains the connection between Teddy’s strange dreams, the strange and unsettling events of Ashecliffe and Teddy’s advancing susceptibility to mind control.

“Did you know that the word ''trauma'' comes from the Greek for ''wound''? And what is the German word for ''dream''? Wounds can create monsters, and you...You are wounded, Marshal. And wouldn't you agree, when you see a monster, you must stop it?”

The German word for dream is of course ‘traum’ as in trauma, and it is believed that the origin of the word dream comes from the German word ‘traum’. It seems clear that Teddy’s dreams or rather his nightmares while on the island, are the result of the series of traumas which are inflicted on him, beginning right back at the beginning of his encounter with Dr Cawley when he shows him the picture of the dead little girl and tells him the story of how Rachel Solando murdered her three children. From this point on these traumas start to enter his consciousness through his dreams until he starts to have waking visions of his wife Dolores actually starts to become the mythical Rachel Solando and at this point he becomes insane and mind controlled.

The doctors are at this point well aware of his life and know exactly the effect their role plays and dramas and drugs will have on Teddy’s psyche, because the Nazis developed and perfected these techniques. Like any other scientific process, there are certain predictable outcomes which are assured when several different variable are known and specific psychologically provoking stimuli can be applied. This is why psychology is actually classed as one of the sciences because it is predictable and it is entirely possible that if enough variables can be controlled, then a person’s mind can be radically altered and impaired.

Due to the overall disordered state of his mind at this point he his subconscious mind has started to accept the hypnotic suggestion that Rachel Solando was actually his wide Dolores Chanal, as we can see in the previous image, Teddy himself is becoming increasingly unsure of what is real and what is not, but the fact that he now ‘remembers’ his wife killing their children, when his wife actually appears to be the same woman who he was apparently sent to the island to find, and who it was said, murdered her three children, but who was certainly alive and well, should tell us there is a certain logical inconsistency in this scenario. Many viewers simply miss these clues that the ‘reality’ which Daniels is being forced to accept simply is entirely a fabrication.



The person playing Rachel Solando above is engaging in a combination of psychological techniques designed to destabilise and confuse the victim. If you recall, earlier in the film, Dr Cawley had told Teddy:

“She believes we're all deliverymen, milkmen, postal workers. To sustain the delusion that her children never died, she's created an elaborate fictional structure, and she gives us all parts to play in that fiction.”

When she first sees Teddy she creates fiction that he is her dead husband, Teddy plays along because it seems to be what is expected of him in this situation, and perhaps he is slightly projecting his own feelings of loss onto here, suddenly however, ‘Solando’ turns on him, verbally and physically attacking him:

“l buried you. l buried an empty casket. Your body rained down, lumps of flesh splashing into the sea, eaten by sharks. My Jim's dead, so who the fuck are you? Who the fuck are you? Who are you?”

The sudden change around from ‘Solando’ playing the ‘poor me’ victim role, and demanding sympathy at one moment, then turning into a violent rage and blaming Teddy, is a complex psychological attack which combines a great many of the techniques of psychological harassment as defined by psychological harassment expert, Dr Simon. He identified nearly twenty individual techniques which can be used by unscrupulous people, to upset and disempower their victims and Teddy has unknowingly walked straight into a programme of extremely advanced mind control.

Remember as I previously mentioned, if you read the book version, , it is made clear that this fake Rachel Solando is actually a doctor at Ashecliffe engaging in role-play:

“’It was you. With dye in your hair. You’re Rachel.’ She said ‘Don’t flinch,’ and sank the needle into his arm. He caught her eye. ‘You’re an excellent actress. I mean you really had me, all that stuff about your dear dead Jim. Very convincing Rachel.’... ‘It was you,’ he said. The nod didn’t come from her chin. It came from her eyes, a tiny downward flick of them...’

Many techniques which Dr Simon alludes to have been compounded in the individual set pieces and role plays which Teddy inadvertently stumbles across. As former psychology student, George Noyce tells him later in the film:

“They knew! Don't you get it? Everything you were up to. Your whole plan. This is a game. All of this is for you. You're not investigating anything. You're a fucking rat in a maze!”

The techniques of psychological manipulation as defined by Dr George Simon in his book In Sheep’s Clothing: Understanding and Dealing with Manipulative People are all played out in Shutter Island. For example Rachel Solando initially ‘elicited sympathy’ by pretending to think Teddy was her husband, she then moves on to ‘seduction’ of Teddy by holding him close and drawing comfort from him, then there is the shock and sudden surprise as she turns on him and ‘brandishes anger’ to destabilise a now emotionally off guard Teddy, she then goes on to ‘vilify the victim’, ‘blaming and shaming’ him for pretending to be her husband in the first place when he was actually seduced into the role by her and before this, by the advice of Dr Cawley. As Dr Simon observes the effect of such guilt tripping and shaming are:

“... an effective way to foster a sense of inadequacy in the victim. . This usually results in the victim feeling bad, keeping them in a self doubting, anxious and submissive position.’

Teddy is visibly traumatised by the experience as we can see below, further weakening him psychologically:



Following this covert attack on Teddy, he is ordered by Dr Cawley to go down to the basement. At this point he is no longer the one giving the orders, he is being led around and looked after like a sick child. Compare the assertive and blunt Teddy of the first few hours on the island to what he has been reduced to by drug induced migraines and a catalogue of unsettling shocks and surprises.

Below is the shot immediately following Teddy’s traumatic encounter with Rachel Solando. The statue in Dr Cawley’s room is a representation of the Greek God Pan. From the name Pan we have the origin of the term ‘panic’. It was said that during battle Pan had to the power to instill disorder and fear, Pan is also responsible for the feeling of sudden panic in crowded places, thus we have the word ‘panic’. I believe Scorsese as the film’s director, is trying to show the occult connection between techniques of mind control and the practices of the ancient mystery schools, which as I have already tried to show, were created to sow disorder and confusion into the mind of the initiate and make him or her more pliable to furthering the goals of the group.



The fact that this statue is found in Cawley’s quarters, shows clearly that Dr Cawley sees himself as a modern priest of the cult of Pan, after all one would only harbour a statue of the God if one had a particular allegiance to that God, just as seeing a figurine of Jesus, or a crucifix on the wall of someone’s house clearly shows they are a Christian.

As the story develops and the mind control programme is cranked up into overdrive, the initial veiled threats and hints about how ‘dangerous’ Shutter Island would be if somehow the patients escaped, becomes a reality:


“The backup generator's failed. The whole place has gone crazy.” Patients are released and let loose leading to Pandemonium all over the island in the attempt to further break Teddy’s will and make him ever more defenceless and ever more fearful.

Daniels is seen visibly ringing his hands in fear as he looks around at the scenes of chaos all around him. Guards chasing escaped patients, trees blown over by the storm and useless fences which have been knocked down and electrical security wires cut.

“Christ. You think the whole electrical system is fried? All the electronic security, the fences.. ...the gates, the doors.” He looks around nervously and clearly his own fear is increasing with every moment he remains on the island.



All throughout the film you will remember that Daniels is continually complaining about the brightness of the lights and he keeps developing migraines as a result, thus providing Dr Cawley with an excuse to give him some unidentified pills which he claims will reduce the pain.


The following scene, where Chuck and Daniels enter the infamous ward C finally gives some clues into the significance and cause of the strange photosensitivity which Daniels is told he is suffering from. Later on in the film, in the final denouement and final battle for Daniels’ freedom, the headaches and photosensitivity are used by Dr Cawley as proof that he is the mentally deranged Andrew Laeddis and that he symptoms are actually withdrawal symptoms from no longer taking his prescribed anti-psychotic medicine.

As he enterers the compound he everything is arranged to startle and subtly unnerve him, from the huge branch of a storm felled tree being cleared from the roof and falling to the ground with a crash just as he happens to arrive. As they enter Ward C a guard jumps out at them and we see the odd recurrent light effect of a power surge going through a bulb and we hear the crackle of electricity.

Indeed, certain types of incandescent light bulbs are known to trigger migraines, health workers advise in these cases not to have exposed light bulbs, but, throughout the Shutter Island, we have just that and this is the reason for the peculiar lingering close up and accompanying sound effect of the crackling of the electric light early on in the film:







The guard who jumps out at them also reads the riot act to Chuck and Daniels, while bright lights continue to flash on and off.

“We got most of the bugsies locked down now ,but some of them are still loose .And if you see one, don't try to restrain him yourselves. These fuckers will kill you. Clear? All right, get your asses moving then. Go on.”

Everything that happens to Teddy is prearranged and set up. Everyone else in the film is engaged in a role play to destabilise Teddy. As they progress through Ward C Chuck becomes separated from Teddy. At which point a bald patient named Billings jumps out at Teddy and nearly strangles him to death. He then fights back in order to defend himself and is caught by Chuck and admonished by both Chuck and the guard:

“Jesus Christ, Teddy. Jesus! Oh, you got Billings. What the fuck's the matter with you guys? Catch them, not kill them! Gotta get him to the infirmary.”

At which point Daniels, still clutching his throat where he had been strangled by Billings walks forward to go with them, assuming they are referring to him:



“God damn it. No, no! Not you, not you. Take a walk. Come on. Cawley's gonna have my goddamn balls for this.” This manipulation technique we have already seen and is known as ‘vilifying the victim’ and also shaming is specifically applied by the guard’s words and actions as he lays an admonishing hand on Daniels, and by the admonishing looks which Chuck directs at Teddy.

Dr Simons mentions the psychological manipulators tool of ‘shaming’ and defines it thus:

“Shaming: Manipulator uses put-downs to increase fear and self doubt in the victim. Manipulators use this tactic to make others feel unworthy and therefore defer to them. Shaming tactics can be very subtle such as a fierce look or glance, unpleasant tone of voice, rhetorical comments, subtle sarcasm. Manipulators can make one feel ashamed for even daring to challenge them. It is an effective way to foster a sense of inadequacy in the victim.”

This is later used as further currency to intimidate Daniels:

“They heard an orderly went bat-shit on a patient. They're looking all over the place for him and they're on their way to the roof.”

Few people would doubt that medical professionals like the Nazi Dr Mengele, Adolf Hitler, and maybe even people like George W Bush, were functional psychopaths. The problem is that psychopaths manage to quickly rise to the top or their professions by being able to read people particularly well and act without conscience of compunction. This gives them a significant lead over normal conscientious and ethical people who may find that the moral shortcuts that the psychopaths is willing to take, such as donning a mask in order to become popular and ingratiate themselves with people who will be able to favour them for advancement later in their careers. In Chapter 4 of the book "Snakes in Suits", Dr. Hare and Dr. Babiak perfectly describe the cunning and unethical manipulation which a psychopath will engage in. It is my conviction that the person playing Chuck who later reveals themselves as Dr Sheenan is, along with Dr Cawley and the former Nazi Dr. Naehring just such an example:

"As interaction with you proceeds, the psychopath carefully assesses your persona. Your persona gives the psychopath a picture of the traits and characteristics you value in yourself. Your persona may also reveal, to an astute observer, insecurities or weaknesses you wish to minimize or hide from view.”

If you recall Daniels reveals the most intimate details of his life to ‘Chuck’ who is then able to inform the other doctors at Ashecliffe in order to create a tailor made mind control programme.

Hare continues:

“ As an ardent student of human behaviour, the psychopath will then gently test the inner strengths and needs that are part of your private self and eventually build a personal relationship with you by communicating (through words and deeds) four important messages".

These ‘four important messages’ refer perhaps to ‘the rule of four’ which was found written on a piece of paper in the room in which Rachel Solando was said to live. Although at the end of the film the rule of four is revealed to be a psychological trick in which to finally snare Teddy Daniel’s mind once and for all, at this point it is worth examining what is meant by ‘four important messages’ in terms of psychological manipulation because they fit in with the profile of the character of Chuck so well. These are:

“1) I like who you are; 
2) I am just like you; 3) Your secrets are safe with me; and 4) I am the perfect friend or lover or partner for you. That is why psychopaths so often feel like soul-mates in a relationship - they project your own persona back to you in their 'assumed' personality.”

This is made more explicit in the book where Doctor Sheenan is actually the narrator of the story and at one point says of Teddy during his first meeting with his alter ego Chuck:

“Teddy suppressed a laugh, liking this guy a lot now.” This shows how Dr Sheenan is aware that he need to be ‘liked’ by Teddy in order for their scripted scenario to succeed: it is essential that Chuck be trusted in order that Teddy reveal enough information about himself which they can use against him and also that Teddy be led astray by his own feelings of responsibility toward Chuck as his partner, this is later used to bring Teddy to the lighthouse and the final showdown between his own will and the mind control doctors.

Chuck presents himself as Teddy’s partner, and he plays on this relationship as being a sure basis for trust and he even admonished Teddy at one point when he refuses to let him know what he is thinking. Chuck deceptively tries to gain trust from Teddy through seduction, by claiming a certain level of relationship to Teddy which in fact does not exist, when Daniels refuses to give Chuck the full details of his suspicions of the case, Chuck acts with mock outrage and hurt:

“What the hell, boss? l'm your partner, for Christ's sake.” to which Daniels pointedly replies: “We just met, Chuck.”

Dr. Hare and Dr. Babiak explain the nature and mechanics of the bond between the psychopathic manipulator and their victim:

"..the persona of the psychopath-the "personality" the person is bonding with-does not really exist. It was built on lies, carefully woven together to entrap you. It is a mask, one of many, custom-made by the psychopath to fit your particular psychological needs and expectations... the relationship is one-sided because the psychopath has an ulterior--some would say "evil"--and, at the very least, selfish motive. The victimization goes far beyond trying to take advantage of someone on a date or during a simple business transaction. The victimization is predatory in nature; it often leads to severe financial, physical or emotional harm for the individual. Healthy, real relationships are built on mutual respect and trust; they are based on sharing honest thoughts and feelings. The mistaken belief that the psychopathic bond has any of these characteristics is the reason it is so successful".

And indeed it is the false bond created and Teddy Daniel’s attachment to Chuck which ultimately proves to be undoing. Despite receiving visions and dreams that Chuck is not to be trusted, Daniels is charmed by the persona that Chuck has created and also the bond and responsibilities which he perceives are natural to his ‘partner.’

The image below shows Dr Cawley hypnotise Daniels into accepting his version of reality, namely that the entirely fictitious Rachel Solando, was actually Dolores Chanal, his real wife. Throughout this scene Ben Kinglsey who plays Dr Cawley stares hard into DiCaprio’s eyes, and with sheer force of will attempts to convince Daniels that what he is saying is true. He also shocks him by showing him the picture of a dead girl which reminds him, not of the girl his wife supposedly killed because this is a complete fiction, but which reminded him of the dead children he saw in Auschwitz. Hypnotism is simply attempting to exert your will power over someone in order to so dominate them, that they fall under the spell of your suggestions. Hypnotism has been successfully used in psychiatry for many many years and is used successfully as an aspect of encouraging patients to deal with trauma or break harmful habits and patterns of behaviour. In this instance however, all of Dr Cawley’s fake sincerity and concern for Teddy is nothing more than one of the psychological manipulators battery of techniques.



Below the enigmatic ‘rule of four’ is explained. Teddy finds a piece of paper in ‘Rachel Solando’s room with the phrase ‘rule of four’ written on it. It appears now that this was a plant in order to prime Teddy’s mind for the final revelation which would finally seek to convince him of the reality of the illusion which has been woven all throughout the film. The idea being that the irrefutable logic that the name Edward Daniels IS an anagram of Andrew Leiddis, and that Rachel Solando IS an anagram of Dolores Chanal, would be enough to convince Teddy that he is not really Edward Daniels but is in fact Andrew Laeddis and that similarly, his wife was not called Dolores Chanal but Rachel Solando.



In fact neither Rachel Solando nor Andrew Laeddis even exist but are invented characters created to allow this very moment to take place. This is why earlier Teddy states of Laeddis that:

“ Ugly-looking son of a bitch. Huge scar from his right temple down to his left lip. Eyes different colours. Not the type of face you'd forget. He burned down a schoolhouse, killed two people, said voices told him to do it. First he went to prison, then he got transferred here. Then nothing. He vanished like he never existed. After Laeddis vanished, l started doing some checking on Ashecliffe.”

The reason being that the person known as Andrew Laeddis was just a character in the long term role play. He didn’t in fact exist, but his face had to be distinctive enough that Teddy would remember him. It is probable that this Andrew Laeddis character had been watching Teddy for a long time and was acting under the orders of secret agencies unknown but was just another fictional persona. Just like Chuck says of Solando:

“We came here for Rachel Solando. Where's one shred of evidence she even existed?”

Chuck as we know, is also part of the mind control programme, and initially he masquerades as Teddy Daniel’s partner, and later assumes the role of Teddy’s long term personal psychiatrist. The techniques of psychological manipulation which Chuck indulges in are many and varied and all lead up to trying to elicit a sense of trust and comradeship from Teddy, before finally turning on him at the end and providing another voice to the chorus telling Teddy he is actually insane and none of the life he believes he is living, is even real. He also consistently reveals the truth about the situation Chuck finds himself in in order to foster a sense of fear in Teddy. Just as the ‘other Rachel Solando’ who Teddy meets in the cave contributes further to terrorising Teddy and making him feel powerless, hopeless and that he has already lost.

“You haven't taken any pills, have you? And you ate the food in the cafeteria and drank the coffee they gave you? You tell me, at least, that you've been smoking your own cigarettes. lt takes 36 to 48 hours for neuroleptic narcotics to reach workable levels in the bloodstream. Palsy comes first, first the fingertips, then eventually the whole hand.”

Apparently there was an unidentified man in Ward C yesterday. He subdued a highly dangerous patient quite handily.

The ostensible purpose of Teddy Daniels going to the island to help locate an escaped mental patient is questioned roughly half way through the film when Daniel’s real business as a federal marshal are made plain when he reveals his real intentions and intent on the island:

“A lot of people know about this place, but no one wants to talk. You know, it's like it...lt's like they're scared or something. You know, this place is funded by a special grant from The House Un-American Activities Committee?” Daniels then explains that he believes ‘experiments on the mind’ are taking place on the island and adds:

“Like l said, no one would talk, right? Till l found somebody who used to be a patient here. Guy's name is George Noyce. Nice college kid. Socialist. He gets offered some money to do a psych study. Guess what they were testing? So, he starts seeing dragons everywhere. He almost beats his professor to death. Ends up here in Ashecliffe, Ward C. They release him after one year, right? And what does he do? Two weeks on the mainland, he walks into a bar, stabs three men to death. His lawyer pleads insanity, but Noyce, he stands up in the courtroom and he... He begs the judge for the electric chair. Anywhere but a mental hospital. Judge gives him life in Dedham Prison.... it's pretty clear from what he tells me. They're experimenting on people here.”

The above narrative about the life of George Noyce us borne out by certain facts which have been released about the testing of various psychotropic drugs to both witting and unwitting people, and the subsequent charge made by Dr Cawley that all of this is a fantasy dreamed up by Teddy is a total impossibility as this kind of information about illegal drug testing would not have been available to anyone at the time, unless they had access to genuine top secret information, perhaps through investigation into someone they knew personally, and what is more this information would certainly in no way have been made available to a psychotic patient as Teddy is portrayed to be. Someone like a Federal marshal would most certainly be one of the few people around at the time who might have the inside scoop on the kind of things senator Ted Kennedy exposed, many years later on the Senate floor in 1977:

“The Deputy Director of the CIA revealed that over thirty universities and institutions were involved in an "extensive testing and experimentation" program which included covert drug tests on unwitting citizens "at all social levels, high and low, native Americans and foreign." Several of these tests involved the administration of LSD to "unwitting subjects in social situations." At least one death, that of Dr Olson resulted from these activities. The Agency itself acknowledged that these tests made little scientific sense. The agents doing the monitoring were not qualified scientific observers.”

“Wait a minute. You started asking around about Ashecliffe, waiting for a chance to get out here, and then suddenly they need a U.S. Marshal?”

“Yeah, l got lucky. There was a patient escape. lt was the perfect excuse.”

“No, no, no, boss. Luck doesn't work that way. The world doesn't work that way. They got an electrified fence around a septic facility. Ward C is inside a Civil War fort?” A Chief of Staff with ties to the OSS? Funding from HUAC? l mean, Jesus Christ, everything about this place stinks of government ops. What if they wanted you here?” -You were asking questions. What if while you were looking into them, they were looking into you? All they had to do was fake an escape to get you here, and now they have you. Now they have us both. Here! Now!”

It is worth while nothing that the peculiarly loud volume and the accent with which Chuck shouts the word ‘Now’ timed to coincide with the sudden opening of the tomb in which they had been hiding along with the appearance Deputy warden McPherson, indicate that Chuck himself may have been signalling their location and that his shouting the word ‘now’ indicated to the staff the optimum moment for them to make their appearance. It is also odd that Chuck could have come to the conclusion that ‘they were looking into you’ as there is simply no evidence or reason for him to come to such a conclusion. Simply it is a further attempt to disorder and sow a feeling of panic into the Marshall’s mind. McPherson calls with a bullhorn and bright lights shining into their location. How could McPherson have known where to find him and how could the lights have been so arranged as to shine directly into the tomb if somehow Teddy’s location had not been given away by Chuck? Straightaway Teddy adapts the mentality of the hunted, and seems to wince visibly from the sound of the bullhorn and the bright glare of the lights shining on them.



It is also worth pointing out that at this stage when they are ‘captured’ their clothes are confiscated and they are forced to wear the white orderlies uniforms.. Without his own clothes it seems that Teddy has suffered a major setback in getting off the island and this symbolically start the process of institutionalising Teddy and reducing his freedom and making him more and more dependent on Ashcliffe and acquiescing further to Dr Cawley’s instructions. He is effectively locked in the basement and imprisoned and also given more unidentified pills.

“l'm gonna have to ask you to go down into the basement. There's food, water and cots. lt's the safest place to be when the hurricane hits. Are you all right? You look pale.”

“l'm fine. lt's just...lt's just so goddamn bright, isn't it?”

“Photosensitivity, headaches sometimes. Take the pills, Marshal.”


In Shutter Island Daniels comes across ‘the real Rachel Solando’ who claims to have once been a doctor at Ashcliffe, before she was incarcerated as a patient herself when she started asking too many question. Although she is just another plant involved in a deeper level of the role play, she serves to increase his sense of panic and general insecurity and the sense that there is nothing he can do. However, despite her being just another agent of the mind control experiment, she tells him the secret of the island:

“Recreate a man so he doesn't feel pain or love or sympathy. A man who can't be interrogated, because he has no memories to confess. You can never take away all a man's memories. Never. Marshal, the North Koreans used American POWs during their brainwashing experiments. They turned soldiers into traitors. That's what they're doing here. They're creating ghosts to go out in the world and do things sane men... Sane men never would. Fifty years from now, people will look back and say, here, this place, is where it all began. The Nazis used the Jews, Soviets used prisoners in their own Gulags, and we tested patients on Shutter Island.”

One incident in the public record of a someone being involved in a mind control programme which modified the victim’s behaviour to such a degree that this person went from child prodigy accepted by Harvard University at 16 years old to Unabomber at 36, killing 3 people and injuring 23 others.

While at Harvard university Ted Kaczynski found himself selected without his knowledge to take part in MK Ultra experiments on behaviour modification. From August 1959 through to Spring 1962, Ted was subjected to personal attacks and techniques of psychological manipulation directed by former OSS (CIA precursor) officer and head of mind-control experiments Henry Murray which we have seen in this chapter and in chapters 2 and 3 of this volume. The upshot of this method of attack was that during seminars he was with what appeared to be other students but which were in fact plants, and these plants were there to monitor and assess his reactions to their attacks and provocations.

Eventually Ted started having psychotic episodes and becoming fully paranoid schizophrenic raving about strange machinations and secret groups. But he wasn’t paranoid. Like the old joke goes: I’m not paranoid but they ARE out to get me.

For the final showdown with Dr Cawley and the final unveiling of the fact that Teddy is indeed ‘a rat in a maze’ he is taken to the meeting by the psychotic and intimidating looking Warden of Ashecliffe who addresses Teddy as a fellow psychopath:

“Did you enjoy God's latest gift? The violence. We wage war, we burn sacrifices, and pillage and plunder and tear at the flesh of our brothers. And why? Because God gave us violence to wage in his honour. l thought God gave us moral order. There's no moral order as pure as this storm.”

This is straight out of the little book of Nazi ideology. The Nazis often spoke of a ‘moral world order’ and the Warders words seem to evoke the attitude of Hitler as expressed in Mein Kamp:

“Either the world will be ruled according to the ideas of democracy, or the world will be dominated according to the natural law of force; in the latter case the people of brute force will be victorious.”

The Warden also seeks to suitably weaken and terrorise Teddy before the critical meeting with Cawley which will finally decide the fate of Daniels and the continuation of psychological experimentation in the island:

“ lf the constraints of society were lifted, and l was all that stood between you and a meal, you would crack my skull with a rock and eat my meaty parts. Cawley thinks you're harmless, that you can be controlled, but l know different.-Oh, l know you. We've known each other for centuries. lf l was to sink my teeth into your eye right now, would you be able to stop me before l blinded you? “

This is known as ‘Traumatic one trial learning: using verbal abuse, explosive anger, or other intimidating behaviour to establish dominance or superiority; even one incident of such behaviour can condition or train victims to avoid upsetting, confronting or contradicting the manipulator.”



Although Daniels is tough, he is being shown that there is someone who is tougher, and that he will not escape by violence alone. He is receiving a lesson on ‘violence’ and that because Daniels has used violence to defend himself from attacks by inmates and by Dr Naehring trying to drug him, he in being made to feel guilty about this and that somehow doing so puts him on the same level as the obvious psychopath warden.

Another psychological technique identified is known as ‘feigning innocence’. This tactic is particularly effective when wielded expertly and, as Dr Simons describes, can have dramatic effects:

“Feigning innocence: Manipulator may put on a look of surprise of indignation. This tactic makes the victim question his or her own judgement and possibly his own sanity”

Teddy is now adamant that he wants to leave now and carry out his threat to ‘blow the lid of this place’ however now the storm is over and the Rachel Solando mystery has been cleared up there is one last trick which is played to keep Teddy chained to the island. The mysterious disappearance of his partner Chuck, to whom he has now learned to trust and has become quite attached. However, in reply to his inquiry about the whereabouts of Chuck Dr Cawley now tells him:

“You don't have a partner, Marshal. You came here alone.“

For the first time in the film, Cawley now explains and attempts to justify himself to Teddy, along with a final veiled threat:

“ You know, l've built something valuable here, and valuable things have a way of being misunderstood in their own time. Everyone wants a quick fix. They always have. l'm trying to do something that people, yourself included, don't understand. And l'm not going to give up without a fight. l can see that. So, tell me again about your partner. What partner?”

‘The fight’ is the series of psychological games they are playing with Teddy in order to deprive him of his mental strength and sanity to such an extent that they can control restrain and eventually neutralise him. Cawley’s bald faced lie that Daniel’s never had a partner and came to the island alone, show that he is prepared to use any and all shamelessly manipulative and duplicitous tactics to save what he has ‘built’ and must now act in order to prevent Daniels from ever reaching the mainland and filing his report.

This is the same project which real life MK Ultra neurophysiologists like Dr Jose Delgado would later publicly comment on:

"We need a program of psychosurgery and political control of our society. The purpose is physical control of the mind. Everyone who deviates from the given norm can be surgically mutilated.

The individual may think that the most important reality is his own existence, but this is only his personal point of view. This lacks historical perspective.

Man does not have the right to develop his own mind. This kind of liberal orientation has great appeal. We must electrically control the brain. Some day armies and generals will be controlled by electrical stimulation of the brain."

Dr. Jose Delgado Director of Neuropsychiatry, Yale University Medical School

Congressional Record No. 26, Vol. 118, February 24, 1974

Similarly the revelations made to Teddy in the cave echo a covert reality of the use of pharmaceuticals to modify a patient’s mood. This was a major research focus for MK Ultra.

“l started asking about these large shipments of sodium amytal and opium-based hallucinogens. Psychotropic drugs.”

In a interview found on freegovreports.com and apparently dated 25th February 1952 between a CIA agent and a professional hypnotist, the following extremely interesting and suggestive facts come to light relating to the possible use of sodium amytal as an agent for hypnosis and mind control. The fact that this interview was carried out just one year before the MK Ultra project, headed by Sidney Gottlieb, officially commenced in April 1953, shows that this interview was probably a prelude to the more invasive and prolonged research carried out on both willing and non willing participants at various locations around the United States including Long Island, Deep creek Lake and for which Shutter Island is clearly an analogy:

“Q: Do you have any special techniques that you think are valuable?

A: All techniques are valuable. I use about eighteen different approaches to individuals ranging from fear to anxiety, to deception, etc etc. All individuals are different and a hypnotist always studies his subjects carefully, psychologically and otherwise, before attempting hypnosis with them. Only skilled professional hypnotists have proper training and work at it often enough to be skilled hypnotists. I would be glad to show you all my techniques when we have time to discuss them.

Q: Have you ever had any experience with drugs?

A: Yes, many times. I have worked with doctors using sodium amytal and pentothal and have obtained hypnotic control after the drugs were used. In fact, many times the drugs were used for the purpose of obtaining hypnotic control...sodium amytal and pentothal are the weapons used. If I had to tackle a case, tough and unwilling, I would rely on sodium amytal. I do not know of any "wonder" drugs. I do not believe they exist and none of the psychiatrists and doctors I work with use anything but those I have mentioned.”



Well what do you think? Are you convinced that Shutter Island is a film about CIA mind control techniques learned from Nazi doctors spirited away from Nazi Germany under the name Operation Paperclip? Or do you think I’m paranoid and am reading too much into it?

Well, I predicted this response so guess what I did?

I read the book too. The book begins with Dr Lester Sheenan, the man who impersonated Chuck Aulle throughout the film. He narrates the story as an old man and he expresses his sorrow about poor ‘Teddy Daniels and his poor dead wife those twin terrors Rachel Solando and Andrew Laeddis and the havoc they wreaked on us all.’ His first page of narration concerns the early life of Teddy Daniels with his dad visiting islands by boat. Perhaps the most striking admittance of Dr Sheenan’s guilt in this whole affair are the following words: “I want to write these things down, then. Not to alter the text so that I fall under a more favourable light. No, no. He would never allow that. In his own peculiar way he hated lies more than anyone I have ever known.’ Clearly the account is from a Dr Sheenan who, plagued by feelings of guilt for his part in Teddy Daniel’s downfall, finally wants to in some way atone for his crimes by exposing them by writing them down.


Some good videos for further research on MK Ultra and CIA mind control programmes:

http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=3880472500739477614#


Ted Gunderson Chronicles, former FBI:

http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-3345008237622976440#docid=-2981021603700928505
 

Saturday 20 February 2010

How not to join the Illuminati!





Tokyo notes:

The sweet smell of DK




He who rules men lives in confusion: He who is ruled by men lives in sorrow. Tao therefore desired neither to influence others nor to be influenced by them. The way to get clear of confusion and free of sorrow is to live with Tao in the land of the great Void - Chuang Tzu

The job:

The building was a stocky twenty-three storey giant looming above the huddled rag bag collection of worn out and rickety old low level houses that lay scattered in the charm and confusion of downtown Tokyo. They knelt and cowered in the wake of the giant who saw all. Every road led to his door and every street came under the watchful glare of the flashing red night light that was stationed at the giant’s head. There was no escape, at least from the bent old citizens of Tokyo, in the midst of their illusory village ideal, from the baleful encroach of modernity.

I approached the monster in the sun shiny morning, pausing to let pass a blur of cyclists, mostly women and their children but the occasional salaryman. Already I could smell it, like the smell of rotten eggs, I didn’t know whether it was the sewers I could smell; it was the same smell that greeted any visitor to an Onsen Hot Spring, throwing its cloying arms around them, and then staying with them for the next week despite the best attempts of a bar of soap and a scrubbing brush to bid them farewell, it was the smell of the Earth’s entrails, and it signalled a site of high geological activity. Whatever it was, it made me think of burning brimstone. I could remember how long he’d been here, exactly six weeks today, but here time meant very little, you could count it but you couldn’t on it and in the final analysis time in the madness corridors and the frenzy rooms somehow felt different.

I felt as if I’d been here all my life, feeling the same rush of disgust as I came to work, smelling a city’s digested meals, this foul moat that surrounded the building underground, circled it. I looked up at the first story windows, to my appointed place of work, a face in the window quickly darted out of his sight and was gone leaving only the out of hours darkness. So I’d seen him, he knew I was there, I prepared myself for the encounter. I had become quite good at playing the hypocrite lately, laughing with the boor and wishing the devil well. I took out my smile which I kept in my jacket pocket and applied it to my face I then pressed my thumb onto the door and opened it.

I looked in the rooms but there was nobody there, I was alone with the morning sun which shone from between two smaller buildings across the road. I looked at the picture of my grinning boss on the wall, he looked like a maniac. I remembered the tiresome game that my boss had played with my picture – I could always tell if I’d done something to displease the boss as my picture would mysteriously vanish from the wall, leaving only the boss’s grinning face in sole possession of the wall and his kingdom, it would be a while before my own picture would turn up again, but even when it did it would still have a long way to go before it found its way back onto the wall. 

This morning my picture had slowly made its way from the obscurity of wherever my boss hides it; what had I done to deserve that? Oh yes I had forgotten to ask my boss about his weekend, that was it, I didn’t give two figs whether my picture was on the wall or whether it was on an all expenses paid round the world cruise, but my boss did and in order to escape a worse fate, I decided it best to pretend to give a shit about the picture game. Where had it gone next? Oh yes, next stop was inside the locked cupboard, the cupboard had windows in its doors so I could see the picture which smiled back at me, it then made its way to the next and penultimate location which was were it now lay, face down on the reception desk. Although it wasn’t a given thing, I’d have to be extra nice and courteous today in order to have my picture on the wall by tomorrow, if not it’d go back in the locked cupboard.

The cast:

Suddenly the office flooded with people and I had to start work. I entered the torture room, the door frame was so low I had to stoop to get into the room, but so doing, failed to notice the raised step so I fell into the room landing hard on my hands, someone laughed by way of ‘Hello’. A voice behind me said “Keep your eyes open next time!” I stood-up and smiled bravely and was met with blank masks, then with a heart stopping suddenness, like a radio alarm clock going off in the morning, the masks started talking amongst themselves, a volume surged from behind the masks. I tried to turn it down, I spoke out but it wasn’t enough: I wasn’t heard above the din, the volume even rose higher, louder and louder, what if I wasn’t there? 

No, that was madness, of course I was there, I just wasn’t there enough. Sometimes I’m there enough, sometimes they hear me, then they speak spitting words at me and spreading their peanut butter smiles and toasty coquetry all around the room. Suddenly the door swings open anew and peals a sound of thunder as the Demon King himself enters the chamber and just stands there, somehow bigger than the door, eyes blazing with mischief and malevolence, he walks through me reminding me that I’m not there and opens the golden jaws of his flip-top head and throws words for the masks to catch, like multi-coloured bubbles they pop out of his head and float around the room bringing a childlike glow to the hitherto dull eyed masks. 

Then he jumps onto the table, or seems to, and dances, pulling tricks from his sleeves, pours himself funnelling into them, riding through their bodies, touching every part of them from the inside and buzzing them to a frenzied ecstasy until he leaves them panting and shrieking with banshees’ delight, and disappears through a hole in a ceiling tile. An incredible ability it must be owned but I see the secret of the trick, what he does is to screw himself up really small and tight like a discarded ball of paper, then he says a magic word and poof! He’s gone in a cloud of ions. The only trace is a waft of sulphur residue searching out the corners of the room with long yellow fingers. 

All the while I hid under the table staring into the dead land of their vaginas. Now the coast is clear so I come out from under the table but I can see that he has left his eyes behind, I can see them hiding in the crack in the ceiling tile, they’re boring into me the yellow whites all bloodshot and frenzied. I want to jump up and snatch them and stomp them to hear them pop and burst, shooting the aqueous humour onto the walls with a splat and dribble. 

I pull out a chair and almost climb onto it when I hear the voice eating into my mind, a voice that asks me what I think I’m doing. It scares me so much that I sit right down almost with the whimper of a beaten dog. Anyway in case of feelings doubt it’s best to take a seat, I find it’s the best policy in times of crises and trouble, when the blood seems to be lava charged with madness that repeated seers into the tectonic trauma of your brain, just have a sit down, things are better closer to the ground, gravity cuts you some slack, I guess that’s why when I was a depressive I used to stay in bed all day. Just stay in bed and keep out of trouble, even gravity couldn’t bring me any further down.

“Would you like one of my cakes?” the mask was removed from one of the creatures to show the face of an unblinking owl. If she blinked she would miss the opportunity to strike, evolution has given her the chance to rip into me with her beak at any time she pleases without pulling down the blinds, nature is indeed a wonderful thing, the blood red of her manicured talons accords perfectly with her blood red beak, nicely counterpointed by the fuzzy brown of her plumage.
I look down at what she is offering and I can only stifle the urge to gag as I look upon a chocolate coated piece of poisoncake with a sprinkling of typhoid bacteria.

“No thanks,” I say instantly, as if to parry a blow.
“Why not? I made them myself,” her eyes shrink into their sockets as if she would ring tears from them.
“And I bet you laid the eggs yourself am I right?” I say.
She sulks and pouts and scuttles into the corner of the room to eye me, and then it scuttles back to its horrid lair until next week. Behind it like the shadow of a shadow, and now exposed to my gaze, lies the other, voiceless dead thing. The owl faced creature with its beak and claws and eyes that seem to follow you everywhere, even inside your own mind is bad enough, but the living dead thing is a horror too much. I am pleased that pity on me has deprived it of a voice for the voice of the dead is the sound of the scream from a thousand nightmares. It too shuffled into its sepulchre and I collapsed into a book.

I stayed sane my doing some minor magic and I winked cheekily at the demon’s tardy eyeball in the crack in the ceiling tile. It frowned and glared at me harder, I felt its hatred beat down on my like a bald albino under a sun lamp. I filled the room with confidence to dispel its power and the eye retreated. Good I thought, alone at last, then the door opened and the long probing nose of the demon king himself entered the room like an unmanned space probe checking for signs of life. It snuffled here and there, into the pages of my notes, sniffed at the book I was reading and the long pink proboscis even prodded itself into my bag. Without hesitating I zipped my bag shut trapping the Demon King’s beastly long beaky nose inside, where I could feel it scurrying about like a trapped cockroach. I cheered at my triumph until the door opened and the Demon King himself peered darkly into the room, wearing a white surgical mask to mask the absence of his nose. Without his nose he seemed almost human, likeable even. He sat down opposite me and said, in a the very strange unformed tone of a man without a nose: 

“I din we ha somethi to discuss.” With that he went on about how I seemed to be a very private person, as if there was something wrong with that, and he told me that he didn’t think that I was entirely suited to this type of work, he had the impression that I had something against ghouls and monsters and even the Demon King himself, he said, visibly hurt or pretending to be. Meanwhile my bag snuffled and snorted as he spoke, the nose inside seemed to be suffocating in the papery obscurity of the bag. I could hear the nose sniffing with intent and I could hear pages being turned and sniffed at. Damn it I thought, I’d given that beastly big conk just what it was sniffing for, a chance to nose around in my precious private things, so I unzipped my bag and before I could look up it had pooped right back onto DK’s face, and that face was right in my face and was now peeping and peering into my bag. Not content with a mere olfactory assessment of the inside of my bag the DK’s eyes were now wondering about rolling here there and everywhere. I sighed and abandoned my bag to his rolling eyes, I gave a ‘I’ve nowt to hide look’ to the eyes, and, they both winked at me.

The fools:

Later I met the leased soul people. They were people who’d literally sold themselves. It’s funny how they all look the same, they never smile or laugh because they’re not allowed, at least not during their leasing hours. They all have very long probing noses like the DK himself and they love to snuffle into your private business. It doesn’t matter what you’re doing: you could be having a beer and suddenly there’s a nose underlying the very work you’re reading. If you speak there’ll be a big waggling ear, that gets bigger the more you speak, like it’s sucking up your words, drinking them in to add to its bulk. I met one guy who spent so much time listening that his ears were like satellite dishes on the side of his head. He kept his head down, I don’t think he used his eyes anymore, he used to listen his way around town.

The leased people move out of their bodies and minds and they let the darkness enter. I wonder where they move to when they’re not there, they must be terrible cold wherever they are. I’ve seen leased people talking too, it’s like watching a puppet show, they act like real people and make all the same moves but they were empty and wooden, you wonder who’s pulling their strings but whoever or whatever it is keeps well out of sight.

It’s like these people have given their bodies to medical science while they are still alive. I met one once who was instructed to burn himself red raw right to the roots of his hair just to show a real person what the colour red looks like. Another one was ordered to drink eight pints of beer and eat nothing but ice-cream for two days to try to show another real person that it is important to maintain a balanced diet. The Demon king has many bodies in his possession and I’m so afraid he’ll want mine. Already he possesses knowledge of my secret precious private things.

My face must do his bidding at all times, the plastic smile must be stuck onto my face at all times; only when I sleep am I anything like free, but I am never far from the yellow bloody eye of the DK for it is everywhere. There was that familiar smell of bad eggs and DK suddenly materialised.

“Don’t forget tomorrow’s disorientation session at 8:47. Have you finished your assignment ready for tomorrow?”
“Yes.” I answer weakly.
“Good!” his eyes opened widely and he stuck on the very brightest and most intimidating smile of his whole collection. In reality I hadn’t finished it, hadn’t even started and had absolutely no intention of doing it. What a naughty boy I was. I was going to tell him all this of course, with steadfast devil may care resolution but his sudden appearance and his best smile forced my strength to sink, capsized by fear. His great nose smelt my fear and he seemed to gain strength from it, growing large and snorting with feral excitation.

However in the semi privacy of the chamber, I re-resolved to tell him to shove that stupid pseudo assignment up his infernal backside. He told me that he wanted me to write a report about an imaginary picture drawn with a broken pencil and coloured it in using only black and white paint. He assured me that it would be a stimulating, challenging and above all enjoyable activity. I decided that it was a fool’s errand, he agreed but I had to so it all the same and do it well.

The little people:

The small box room was white walled empty and windowless, there were no chairs desks books posters on the wall, soothing colours. Nothing but the bright yellow buzz of the electric light. Suddenly a trap door sprang open in the side of the wall and a dozen or so little human beings jumped out shouting and screaming. They looked like normal people except that the scale was wrong, or at least non standard they were shrunk down to about two feet tall and they hissed like snakes. They turned cartwheels, rolled around on the floor, some started fighting and others yawned and gazed out of imaginary windows. Then there was a screechy howl like a dozen cows being squeezed, then sobbing. I looked and saw two of the little people trying to eat a smaller one. Their little mouths and small white teeth were all over the victim’s hand, chomping onto it and chewing with their molars trying to crush flesh and bone to edible mush. 

The little person squealed in pain again, “Stop it!” I shouted, “It’s not very nice to eat someone else you know, particularly not when they’re still alive.”
“But she’s smaller and nicer than we are.” The little cannibals protested with bloody little mouths.
“Well, at least keep her quiet so I can’t hear her screams.”
“How?”
“I don’t know, do I look like an expert in keeping people silent while eating them alive, I think perhaps it’d be best to stop it now.”
In the midst of the violence, screaming crying and vegetative imaginary window gazing, a little black haired boy rose and with a grave air came to the front while the others became silent and cleared a path for him.
“Little ladies and little gentlemen,” He began, “I have the honour of presenting to you today, the Demon King’s company of players.” With a flurry and a hand gesture he signalled the other small creatures to me, then with a self effacing but grave gesture, underlined his own role, “And yours truly, the Demon King’s court magician.”
As he said this he shook my hand as if he were playing an accordion.

“This afternoon I will show you feats of magic that you never would have thought desirable, ethical, or possible, but first…” He clapped his little hands together and the room seemed to move under me, like it jumped in the air like a cricket and landing it wobbled from side to side, oscillating wildly like an over-sprung pendulum, slowing, gradually, until the room finished by buzzing. The children had during this been rendered mute with fear.
I felt as if I’d just been massaged.
“You see,” said the little creature, “anything is possible these days, and always has been, thank you Nikola. Now for my next trick I shall make a man into a dog.” An awe filled sigh rose up from among the little people.

“First I need a volunteer, come on don’t be shy, that’s it come forward, here boy.” A little creature came to the front, “see how easy it is!” He laughed, “second I need one magician’s dog-collar and lead.” he pulled out a leather studded collar and fastened it onto the volunteer’s neck and then said, “Finally, I need a sense of concern for my children’s future in a difficult and uncertain economic period, coupled to a sense that maybe there is no God after all and that, what the hell, if moral relativity pays the bills then so much the better. Do we have that?” He asked the little people and they answered as one person with a shout of affirmation.
“Good!” said the little magician clapping his hands together. And now, let dog eat dog!”
And with that the little person in the collar attached to the lead in the magician’s hand dashed around on all fours snapping and barking at the others, it was only the magician’s expert handling of him that spared them a severe mauling.

“Now our little show is over, but don’t ask me how it’s done for I do not know,
With magic and money and the powers as above and below,
We raise hell in our midst,
And we’re having a mad old time,
Mooning and mayhem making our only crime,
But you fair watcher, for whom all this is done,
Are you enjoying it, are you having fun?
You look a little unwell to me,
And yet so far from the end,
Shall I call you a doctor or do you need a friend?
How about a taxi to the airport?
So you can come home with another failure
So just play dumb and we'll do the rest
For you're in our net, freshly caught.”

With that he and his band bowed and vanished in a puff of sulphur worthy of Venus herself. 

On the horizon there seemed to be some fabulous treasure; an answer to all my hoped and dreams: money, fame, power and security, all this would be mine but when and why and..so many questions, and what must I do, stay sane or go mad for this surely was the mad Demon King’s club, and he was as mad as trees in the moonlight.
“We only want you to be happy in your work,” said DK’s voice from the ventilation shaft.

I thought to myself how profoundly unhappy I was in my work and that somehow my being unhappy was my fault, a kind of symptom of my faulty psychology, this could lose me the star prize, could I change the way I think to be happy in a unhappy situation, like bending steel, only superman can do that, I was no superman: German philosophy made me paranoid and nervous.

“How can I be happy?”
“Enjoy your work!” came the thunderous reply as if it was the easiest thing in the world.
In order to enjoy my work I would have to believe in what I was doing and in order to believe in what I was doing I would have to close my mind to my doubts to reality and in order to close my mind… so that was it, be a self deluded madman, it was bad enough to lie to others but to lie to myself. How can a mad sane man become a sane mad man. In the Demon King’s kingdom the walls move and the floor shakes jumps about, the windows wink and the chairs hide when you want to sit down, still not reason enough to be a madman, so how would we get out of this impasse. What I need is motivation and method if I am to join the world and learn its ways, but what do I care anyway, I never wanted it anyway. First I suppose I had to learn to love the Demon King, respect and fear his power and consider him a role model. The only thing I felt for this poor man was pity, pity that at his time of life he was playing silly games with fools like me. I would have to learn to love the smell of brimstone as I worked, I would have to talk to, or try to, find a way to communicate with the strange venus fly trap and human hybrid that protected the holy textbooks and the sacred pens and I would, worst of all have to love the lady monsters and the snake children.

The liberation:

Now they were giving me the squeeze at work, and they seemed to think they knew me from somewhere. Not me buddy, I flunked that test with honours. It’s one of those tests where the more you know the least likely you are to pass. Major bummer if only I knew a little less I might be getting on in life, a little knowledge is dangerous thing they say, only to yourself though. Still I won’t play a game for high stakes when I don’t even know the rules and what the stakes are. DK seems upset about something, I try to comfort talk him but he sneezed right past me, ‘Don’t get too close,” he warns chidingly, “I’m full of cold.” Poor old DK, all he needs is some love but I suppose it’s the nature of the beast and all that. Even evil men get it bad y’know, it’s a simple choice, good men feel good and bad men feel bad, I wasn’t sure if DK was really a good man or a bad man, he says he’s a good man but he feels bad therefore, I suppose, he must be bad man. I feel good, maybe I’m a good man, clear conscience and all that, nothing to hide, I watch it though, gotta stay objective at all times and keep pride at bay, batten down the ego otherwise you float off with it getting higher feeling grander looking down on everyone from high up in the clouds until pop! An arrow of outrageous fortune pops your ego and my dear oops it’s a long way down. They want purity and so they shall have it. Money, position and material advantages I shall deny, and so I will return home empty handed but my soul will be mine. And so I did and so I am, and you could not find a happier man.

I'm on FIRE with dat TROOF.

I'm on FIRE with dat TROOF.
Kundalini refugee doing a bit of landscaping.

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Get back she's gonna blow.

Get back she's gonna blow.

Madonna rolling down the stairs forever....lulz

Madonna rolling down the stairs forever....lulz
Thanks to Long lost soul, wherever you are.

Poptard of the Apocalypse meets Leo.

Poptard of the Apocalypse meets Leo.
Ewwww..... it touched me.