Saturday, December 31, 2005

LIFE AFTER DEATH

From: http://www.xs4all.nl/~wichm/paraps.html

Brain specialists, Prof. J.C.Eccles, Dr.Wilder Penfield and Prof.W.H.Thorpe stated that in their opinion the brain appears to be more a complicated organism to register and channel consciousness rather than produce it.

"The brain is messenger to consciousness", Eccles said.

David J.Chalmers Ph.D. writes in the Scientific American (1997):

Consciousness, the subjective experience of an inner self, could be a phenomenon forever beyond the reach of neuroscience. Even a detailed knowledge of the brain's workings and the neural correlates of consciousness may fail to explain how or why human beings have self-aware minds.

http://www.xs4all.nl/~wichm/paraps.html

The Lancet of 15th December 2001 published an extensive NDE study of Pim van Lommel, MD, cardiologist at Rijnstate Hospital in Arnhem, Netherlands.

He relates: A patient saw during a NDE, besides his deceased grandmother, another man who looked at him full of love. Yet he did not know him.

More than ten years later he learned that he was born out of wedlock with a Jewish man during WW2. This man was deported and killed. When he was shown a photo of his biological father he recognised him as the man he had seen ten years before during his NDE


http://news.telegraph.co.uk/news/main.jhtml?xml=%2Fnews%2F2000%2F10%2F22%2Fnsoul22.xml

Soul-searching doctors find life after death

By Jonathan Petre, 22/10/2000

THE first scientific study of "near-death" experiences has found new evidence to suggest that consciousness or the "soul" can continue to exist after the brain has ceased to function.

The findings by two eminent doctors, based on a year-long study of heart attack survivors, could provoke fresh controversy over that most profound of questions: is there life after death?
Reports of "near-death" experiences, in which people close to death have vivid encounters with bright lights and heavenly beings, date back centuries, but the phenomenon has been treated with scepticism by most academics.

The new study concludes, however, that a number of people have almost certainly had these experiences after they were pronounced clinically dead. This would suggest that the mind or consciousness can survive the death of the brain - a conclusion that was hailed by clerics last night as supporting religious faith.

Bishop Stephen Sykes, the professor of theology at Durham University and chairman of the Church of England's Doctrine Commission, said the findings were "absolutely fascinating". He added: "I do not find them surprising, however, as I believe life is much more mysterious than we usually think it is. For theologians, the soul is far more than consciousness or the mind. But these findings challenge the crude idea that when a person's brain dies, that, as far as the person's existence is concerned, is that."

The Bishop of Basingstoke, the Rt Rev Geoffrey Rowell, another commission member, said: "These near-death experiences counter the materialist view that we are nothing more than computers made of meat."

Based on interviews with survivors of heart attacks at Southampton General Hospital's cardiac unit, the new study is to be published in the respected medical journal Resuscitation next year.

The study's authors, Dr Peter Fenwick, a consultant neuropsychiatrist at the Institute of Psychiatry in London, and Dr Sam Parnia, a clinical research fellow and registrar at Southampton hospital, stress that more research is needed.

Dr Parnia said: "These people were having these experiences when we wouldn't expect them to happen, when the brain shouldn't be able to sustain lucid processes or allow them to form memories that would last. So it might hold an answer to the question of whether mind or consciousness is actually produced by the brain or whether the brain is a kind of intermediary for the mind, which exists independently."

Dr Fenwick said: "If the mind and brain can be independent, then that raises questions about the continuation of consciousness after death. It also raises the question about a spiritual component to humans and about a meaningful universe with a purpose rather than a random universe."

During the study period, 63 cardiac arrest patients survived and were interviewed within a week. Of those, 56 had no recollection of their period of unconsciousness, a result that might have been expected in all cases.

Seven survivors, however, had memories, although only four passed the Grayson scale, the strict medical criteria for assessing near-death experiences.

These four recounted feelings of peace and joy, time speeded up, heightened senses, lost awareness of body, seeing a bright light, entering another world, encountering a mystical being and coming to a "point of no return". Three of them described themselves as non-practising Anglicans while the fourth was a lapsed Roman Catholic.

By examining medical records, the researchers said the contention of many critics that near-death experiences were the result of a collapse of brain functions caused by lack of oxygen were highly unlikely. None of those who underwent the experiences had low levels of oxygen.

Researchers were also able to rule out claims that unusual combinations of drugs were to blame because the resuscitation procedure in the hospital unit was the same in every case.

Dr Parnia, who was trained at the Guys and St Thomas' medical school, University of London, said: "I started off as a sceptic but, having weighed up all the evidence, I now think that there is something going on. Essentially, it comes back to the question of whether the mind or consciousness is produced from the brain. If we can prove that the mind is produced by the brain, I don't think there is anything after we die because essentially we are conscious beings.

"If, on the contrary, the brain is like an intermediary which manifests the mind, like a television will act as an intermediary to manifest waves in the air into a picture or a sound, we can show that the mind is still there after the brain is dead. And that is what I think these near-death experiences indicate."



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Friday, December 30, 2005

My Family And Other Animals

Eugene Simon and Imelda Staunton star in Simon Nye's adaptation of Gerald Durrell's account of his childhood. Set during the 1930s, the story follows Gerry and his family from England to Corfu where they set up home.

http://www.bbc.co.uk/drama/myfamilyandotheranimals/

Preview Clip

Telegraph Arts Nurtured by nature: how Durrell and his animals ...

http://www.lady.co.uk/articles/0548arta.cfm?framed=y

BBC - Jersey - Entertainment - My Family and Other Animals ...






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Thursday, December 29, 2005

Dark Ages

"We're a rocking punk band from Scotland. Dark Ages are made up of three 12 year olds and one 11 year old."

"Dark Ages is made up of Tom, Adam, Alex and Charlie, who formed on the bus on the way to the swimming pool."

They still seem to be in need of a good manager and a decent website.

http://www.youngscot.org/totallysound/?mpp=1&a=d&s=252&sr=1281&ss=3&id=14
http://www.inkweaver.co.uk/darkages/home_files/frame.htm
http://www.naims.net/Darkages/HomePage.html


"Unpatriot"

Anarchy is in the air
Let's give the Government a scare
Here comes their worst nightmare1,2,3,4....
I wouldn't die for my country
I wouldn't make my mother proud
And what I'm thinking
Should be outloud
Yeah
I'm an unpatriot
Won't wave the Union Jack
I'm an unpatriot
Here's your flag have it back
Government has wrecked this place
Made it a total disgrace
I'd like to see their face
When we all rebel
I'm an unpatriot
Won't wave the Union Jack
I'm an unpatriot
Here's your flag have it back


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Sunday, December 25, 2005

Rio de Janeiro - Escape!



Sunday 8 October 1979.

I had walked out of my job and was looking for work. I had flown to Brazil.

An almost empty bus sped me from Rio airport to the centre of the city. The sky was full of black tropical clouds, but the air was warm and getting warmer. There were shanty towns, or favelas, built out over the waters of the bay, and beside the docks there were very seedy bars. The smiling Negro bus driver, speaking in Brazilian Portuguese, said something about Pele. I tried to explain that I was looking for a hotel. He dropped me off near the end of Avenida Rio Branco in the dictrict called Centro.

It being early on a Sunday morning, there were few people about. As I walked, I was very much aware that Rio is a city of steep little mountains and hills. I climbed a hill covered in crumbling villas. A yellow tram clanked by.

Coming to a hill topped by a favela I wandered up to a ridge near the top. I sat down in front of a row of blue, yellow and white home-made shacks, took out my writing pad, and began to sketch the scene before me. The sun broke through and below me I could see Sugar Loaf Mountain and a sea of brilliant blue.

Some ragged children materialised. They introduced themselves as Edison, Flavio, Ricardo and Fatima; and one had the surname of Anderson. Edison sat beside me and taught me how to count in Portuguese. Ricardo grabbed my pen, pretended to run off with it, and then returned it with a grin. I held out a plastic cup to indicate that I was thirsty. Edison took it to his shack and returned with it full of water. A Black youth, dressed in Sunday-best shirt, explained in a mixture of sign language and Portuguese, that this was an area of machine gun battles and murder. The black youth led me down the hill, pointed to a hotel, the Hotel Globo, and then climbed back up his hill.

My room in the Globo had no windows, but it was cheap.

I walked along Copacabana Beach, where sky-scraping wave s break on white sands, where bronzed bodies play under the palm trees, and where sparkling yachts sail beneath steep jungly mountains. My shoulders began to ache as I walked across railway tracks, over and under hills, and across motorways with killer traffic. I was getting near to the cemetary. On the grass verge, at the side of the motorway which runs along the shore, I came across four plates. On two of these there was some food. On the other two were dead black crows. The sun disappeared rather suddenly and I retreated to my windowless room in the Hotel Globo.


Monday 9th October

A bus took me past green and gold luxury flats with uniformed doormen, and past lively black slums, to Copacabana Beach. My map told me the beach was near the English Church, where I hoped to find information about jobs.

At the far end of the beach I found a bar. That was where I met Hilton, a retired Brazilian airforce warrant officer. Over beer and sandwiches, Hilton explained that he had worked for two years in Manchester, in connection with the purchase of aircraft for the Brazilian airforce. Hilton was rich. He took me to his luxury flat, one street from the beach, to introduce me to his wife, and to show off his English furniture, English wallpaper, and English beer mats. Hilton's wife wanted to live in England as it was her ideal country. Her daughter, now married to a Hollywood film producer, had had her photo in the Daily Mirror and the Sun, and was Brazil's 'most famous' model. She looked fantastic! We ate roast beef, drank some beers, and I postponed my visit to the church.

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Tuesday 10th October

On Tuesday morning, at the British Consulate on Praia Flamengo, the lady at the desk told me she could not help me to find work. She said that even if I found a job, I might not get an identity card from the Brazilian government.

I walked to the English Church. It was very English. Soon I was chatting to Walter Girdwood who runs the office at the church. Walter had come to Brazil just after World war I, at a time when influenza was killing millions of people. Walter suggested I get a job on a Brazilian oil rig. Alternatively, there was a school in the mountains that wanted a teacher. But, they would probably want someone fluent in Portuguese. The chaplain was not at home, so it was suggested I return the next day. Where was the school-orphanage that might want a teacher? Walter pointed vaguely in the direction of the nearest hill. He said the place was called 'Cidade de Meninos'.

I set off uphill. It was a steep climb up steep steps cut into the rock, on either side of which were piles of rubbish and the shacks of the slum dwellers. The favela houses looked surprisingly solid, considering that they were made out of old scraps of wood. There were healthy-looking children, mainly brown and black in colour, and some of them had school satchels. The people seemed friendly in an amused sort of way. Dogs barked and birds flew about and there were some enormously large beetles scurrying about among the refuse. As I climbed higher up the mountain the view of the sea and all the sugar-loaf-shaped mountains became more annd more amazing. A black lady seemed to take pity on me. Perhaps she thought this was no place for tourists. I asked her where the 'Cidade de Meninos' was, and she in turn asked three small schoolboys to guide me. Had the lady understood what I was saying? The boys led me down through steeply wooded slopes to the more civilised part of town, and left me at a bus stop!

I took the first bus that came along and ended up at the Pedro II station in Centro. This bright, clean station contained shops, live music, and cafes selling sorbets, sundaes and hamburgers. I bought a hamburger and watched the silvery cooking surfaces being polished. A fair-haired, bare-footed child was swooshing water around the floor with a mop.

Back at the Hotel Globo, I examined the bites from the bed bugs and mosquitoes.

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Wednesday 11th October.

During the night there had been a lot of shouting in the hotel. When I went down to breakfast I noted that at the hotel's front door there was a smartly dressed marine on guard. Breakfast was bread and jam and coffee at a large shared table. My fellow guests included pulchritudinous young girls with overly tight blouses and pleasantly short skirts.

Out at Christ Church, the Rev. Roger Blankley was holding a communion service. When that had finished, Roger gave me a list of people I should try to see at the British Council.

Near the beach, and under Sugar Loaf Mountain, I found the British Council's pleasant villa. As I waited in the reception room, I studied a BBC World service pamphlet and noted two programmes: 'Rescued in Time - four people tell of their rejection of a former way of life...', and, 'Mr Kettle and Mrs Moon: George Kettle decides one day that he has had enough...'

Mr Hughes of the British Council explained that the Council only recruited from London. He claimed that the Brazilian authorities were tightening up on teachers from England who had no visas.

At the 'English Culture Centre', I was told that there was a whole industry involved in arranging visas for foreigners. You could pay around £100 to a 'fixer.' But first, you had to find a job. The Brazilian lady who was telling me all this said, "I'd love to live in England. I feel I've been there in a previous life."




Thursday 12th October

I walked along Rio Branco avenue with its skyscrapers, its joggers, its doll-like school girls, and its street musicians. I passed several airline offices, but decided it was not yet time to give up and buy a return ticket. Copacabana beach was bathed in sunlight and the beach umbrellas were dazzlingly bright. But more interesting than the surf and sand were the steep green mountains with their multi-coloured shacks. I walked towards the shanty towns just behind the beach. Municipal lorries were collecting some of the refuse from the concrete chute running down the mountain between the slum houses.

I entered the favela on the Morro de Cantagalo. The houses were of brick and the feeling that this was one of the more civilised favelas was increased by the presence of kids in school uniforms.

Sitting down at the side of a path I began to sketch the view before me. Far to the right was a sugar loaf shaped mountain and in the far distance were islands rising steeply from the sea. Immediately below me were telephone wires, a red tiled roof, a black woman in white plimsoles hanging up washing in her yard, and a duck and a sleepy cat.

Three boys, one carrying a happily chirping bird in a cage, came wandering along the sunny path and then sat down to watch me drawing. An older youth appeared. He had an unsmiling gorilla face and gorilla shoulders and he was smoking hashish. He wanted to know if I smoked. No. He seemed to be telling me to go and gave me a shove to help me on my way.

I followed one of the small boys, aged about eight, back down the hill in the direction of the beach. We came to a fork in the path and the small boy seemed to want me to take the right fork. Seconds later there were muscular arms around my neck and I was being held down on the ground by the youths. There was strong pressure on my Adam's apple. I didn't make any resistance. Hands stretched out to take my wallet, my money belt, my wrist watch, my pen, my glasses, my small change and my passport. There was about one thousand dollars in cash in the money belt. Then they were off round the corner.

I remained on the ground, somewhat bemused. An old man with a stick, who had earlier watched me drawing, walked slowly past. A middle aged lady with sunglasses and an unsmiling face came round the corner carrying my empty wallet and my passport. She handed them to me. A little schoolgirl picked up my sketches and handed them too me gravely. The lady with the sunglasses wanted me to leave the favela immediately. Taking my arm, she almost dragged me along the path. We were now being watched by several funereal faces. At the bottom of the hill, the lady with the sunglasses departed.

As I sat at the edge of the road thinking what to do next, a woman from the nearest block of flats came across and spoke a few words. It appeared that in her block there was a young Englishman from Winchester called Roger. Roger duly arrived and took me into his comfortable flat for a drink. All I wanted was water.

Roger explained that having come to Rio on holiday, he had decided to stay, and had found himself a teaching job.

He considered I was crazy to go into the favela. "The last person who went in there, an American, got killed," he said. "You know the police only go in with helicopters and machine guns."

Photo by Cafezinho
http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/Image:Rio_de_Janeiro_from_Corcovado_2005.jpg

I was not sure whether or not I wanted to meet the Rio police, but Roger, having no love of the criminals in the favelas, insisted on driving me in his Volkswagen to the local police station.

"How many people attacked you," asked one of the officers behind the high desk at the entrance to the police station.

I could not be sure.

"What was the oldest one dressed like?" I could not remember. Perhaps he was wearing a red shirt.

What make of watch? I couldn't remember.

"Did you go into t he favela to buy drugs?"

"I went to draw some sketches."

The police officers grinned. They wondered why I too was grinning.

"Let your Queen Elizabeth get your money back," joked one officer.

Then I was sent to to another building, in another street, to see the military police, giants with helmets and boots. I briefly repeated my story.

Eventually, at a third police station, I was taken down stairs to view the inmates of the cells, large cages below street level. One cell was filled with tiny street urchins. The other was crowded with tough, desperate looking, black youths. I did not recognise any faces. At this point the police seemed to lose interest and I was shown the door.

Without my glasses it took me a little while to find the British Consulate, but, when I arrived there I found the lady behind the desk was sympathetic.

"It happens all the time," she said. And she went on to explain that she could not wait to leave Rio in order to start a new life in Australia.

A young New Zealander and his Brazilian girlfriend were also visiting the consulate. They hoped to get married. But the lady behind the desk was suspicious and whispered something to me about the girl probably being a whore.

The consul was a wonderfully friendly young man in a suit. He advised me about how to have money sent out from Britain.

"Where are you staying?" he asked.

"Hotel Globo."

The consul looked surprised that I should be staying in such a low-life hotel. He gave me a few, very few, cruzeiros. And took away my passport, which he assured me would be returned when I repaid him. Then the consul and his tall young side-kick took me down the street to the local bar. The consul seemed to stagger a bit both before and after our entrance to the bar.

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Friday 13th October

On the beach on Praia de Flamengo, I sat watching the Cariocas: mafia types with showy clothes, police in Volkswagens, black women in green trousers sweeping the pavements, men in straw hats selling drinks from drums under their arms, and fair haired kids doing Kung Fu.

In the Consulate there was still no word of my money arriving from England. The New Zealander had obtained his documents by paying money to a 'fixer'.

In the evening I walked to the Anglican Church where I knew they were having a Curry Supper. From the courtyard of the church I stared up at the lights of the shanty town on the mountainside. Women and children were climbing up and down carrying water containers and food. The chaplain was thin, probably in his forties, and had the sort of warm, kindly face and voice you associate with people who have lived among the poor. The chaplain had worked with Indians in the jungle. In his comfortable sitting room I was introduced to the chaplain's smiling wife and to two new Zealanders, Ian and his sister Marylyn, both in their twenties, both on holiday. Ian ran a Christian bookshop in Chile and believed that Pinochet was popular, at least among the rich.

There was a large attendance at the curry supper, mainly business people. And among the throng was Mike, from Guardbridge in Scotland, and his wife Katie. The saintly Mike and Katie offered me a bed in their luxury flat off Copacabana beach. Wonderful people the Scots!

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Saturday 14th

After breakfast with Mike and Katie I strolled along Copacabana beach. And that was where I met a Lieutenant Colonel in the Brazilian airforce who had once been military attache in Tokyo. He told me all about Geisha girls while we enjoyed beers in a bar.

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Sunday 15th

Lunch at Mike and Kate's flat was shared with a Brazilian businessman and his fiance and their small daughter. The Brazilian, who looked like Mussolini, had views on race similar to those of Hitler. He did not like Blacks.

After lunch Mussolini drove us in his Volkswagen up into the forested hills at the back of Rio in the direction of Corcovado, the famous statue of Christ. Through the fog we could make out the dark favelas and beside them the luxurious houses of the rich. The fog thickened and Mussolini's search for Christ became increasingly difficult. The jungle seemed to close in around us and the petrol tank was almost empty. Mussolini gave up and headed back to the centre of town. Here, Mussolini showed us, from the safety of the car, the attractions of the red light district.

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Monday 16th

My money arrived at the Bank of London and South America. Having collected it I guarded it carefully as I set off for the office of Air France. And so, back to London, and, after a few weeks, a new job! That was 1979.

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My memories of Rio: the most supernatural, sensuous, and spellbinding place in this or any parallel universe. Think of the tall dark Tijuca mountains, tall dark tropical trees, tall skyscrapers, the peak of Corcovado surmounted by the statue of Christ, Sugar Loaf mountain, sparkling Guanabara Bay, Copacabana, yellow trams, long-legged girls with dental floss bikini bottoms, seductive carnival music, sambas, street children hoping not to be murdered by the police ..... oil drums, bright blue walls, spiritist statues, corrugated iron, banana trees, washing lines, kids flying kites... You will be haunted by Rio's strange sounding church bells, its mists rolling in from the sea and its beautiful people.


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Moderation...

From LAO TZU "TAO TE CHING"

There are three jewels that I cherish:

compassion,

moderation,

and humility.

With compassion, you will be able to be brave,

With moderation, you will be able to give to others,

With humility, you will be able to become a great leader.

To abandon compassion while seeking to be brave,

or abandoning moderation while being benevolent,

or abandoning humility while seeking to leadwill only lead to greater trouble.



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Saturday, December 24, 2005

What girls like is stimulation

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Shere Hite has written a book on male sexuality: 'Oedipus Revisited'.

It was Hite who discovered that women prefer clitoral stimulation rather than vaginal penetration. She also discovered that the typical man does not marry the person he loves.

These messages are repeated in Oedipus Revisited.

Hite explains that men do not particularly like being in love, because that means feeling out of control.

Men are more likely to find a wife with whom they feel safe, rather than a wife who pruduces turbulent emotions.

Oedipus Revisited: Sexual Behaviour In The Human Male Today (Arcadia, £15.99) is published on December 31 2005

http://images.picturequest.com/common/detail/10/88/22288810.jpg
http://snaps.snapsoid.com/580/~_girly-kiss.jpg
http://home.casema.nl/hottie/upd-16-07/3big.jpg

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http://www.salon.com/it/feature/1999/03/cov_15featurea.html

The scientist gasps and drops the binoculars...

A female ape wraps her legs around another female, "rubbing her own clitoris against her partner's while emitting screams of enjoyment."

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bisexuality

Some studies, notably Alfred Kinsey's Sexual Behavior in the Human Male (1948) and Sexual Behavior in the Human Female (1953), have indicated that the majority of people appear to be at least somewhat bisexual. The studies report that most people have some attraction to either sex, although usually one sex is preferred. According to some (falsely attributed to Kinsey), only about 5-10% of the population can be considered to be fully heterosexual or homosexual.

Bisexuality has been observed in over 500 species ....


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Alison Jackson

http://www.alisonjackson.com/art.htm

http://www.er.uqam.ca/merlin/jd091316/recherche.htm

http://www.saulgallery.com/chronicle/jackson_election.html

Friday, December 23, 2005

The bin Ladens

On the far right is Osama bin Laden at Oxford in England.

Reportedly this is Osama bin Laden with Zbigniew Brzezinski (* See note about the photo)
1. Osama bin Laden and the Jewish Mafia
The newspaper Scotland on Sunday reported 16/9/ 2001 that Osama bin Laden made his fortune in part by working with Jewish-Russian mafia operations in Qatar and Cyprus.
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2. Osama bin Laden and the Caymen Islands
Michael Rupert (Osama Bin Laden - A CIA Creation and It's Blowback) has reported on possible links between Caymen banks and Osama bin Laden.
Deutsche Bank (allegedly one of the banks used by bin Laden and inside traders at the CIA) reportedly has an interest in Safron Partners, which is part of a corporate network on the Cayman Islands that is allegedly run by Bin Laden's half brother, Hassan.
Osama Bin Laden and the CIA and a Mr Hekmatyar are reputed to have been involved in the Afghan heroin business.
Bin-Laden allegedly established branches of his business in the Cayman Islands; and he allegedly employed law firms and consultants connected to Langley, Virginia and the CIA.
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3. Osama and British Inteligence
The French Internet publication, Indigo, reported that Osama bin-Laden was a guest of British Intelligence in London in 1996.
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4. Bush and the bin Ladens
One of George W Bush early backers was James Bath, who was "the bin Laden family's representative in Texas" (Bush Money)
Bath allegedly managed millions of dollars for Khalid bin Mahfouz, one of the central figures in Bank BCCI, which was labeled as the bank for the Medellin drug cartel, Noriega, Saddam, Abu Nidal, and heroin godfather Khun Sa.
Mahfouz was apparently an investor in the Carlyle Group of which Bush senior was a director.
In 1999 it was reported that bin Mahfouz was financing Osama bin Laden.
Mahfouz has a palatial estate in Houston Texas.
James Bath was seemingly president of Skyway Aircraft leasing , a Texas company, owned by bin Mahfouz, and registered in the Cayman Islands.
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5. Wafah bin laden
Wafah bin Laden, the niece of Osama Bin Laden ( http://www.timesonline.co.uk/article/0,,2089-1572299,00.html ) is known as a party girl. She once danced with President George W Bush’s daughter Jenna at a nightclub in the south of France.

6. Osama bin Laden's school friends...

From http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/pages/frontline/shows/binladen/who/family.html

"One of the connections which still explains many of the personal ties existing throughout the Middle East is the Victoria College in Alexandria, where the bin Laden boys attended classes along with schoolmates such as King Hussein of Jordan, Zaid Al Rifai, the Kashoggi brothers (whose father was one of the king's physicians), Kamal Adham (who ran the Saudi [security] services under King Faisal), present-day contractors Mohammed Al Attas, Fahd Shobokshi and Ghassan Sakr and actor Omar Sharif."

7. Salem bin Laden
Quoting a French intelligence report posted by PBS Frontline, The New Yorker reports, “During the nineteen-eighties, when the Reagan administration secretly arranged for an estimated $34 million to be funneled through Saudi Arabia to the Contras in Nicaragua, [Osama’s eldest brother] Salem bin Laden aided in this cause.” [PBS Frontline, 2001; New Yorker, 11/5/2001]

According to : http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/pages/frontline/shows/binladen/who/family.html

"Like his father in 1968, Salem died in a 1988 air crash...in Texas... According to one of the plane's American pilots, it had been used in October 1980 during secret Paris meetings between US and Iranian emissaries. Nothing was ever proven, but Salem bin Laden's accidental death revived some speculation that he might have been "eliminated" as an embarrassing witness."

From: http://www.newyorker.com/fact/content/?011112fa_FACT3

"Osama's oldest brother, Salem, by most accounts a debonair and Westernized figure, who had attended Millfield, the English boarding school, took over the family empire. Salem brought the family into the modern world; he was, one American friend says, "as at home in London and Paris as he was in Jidda." A former United States diplomat in Saudi Arabia says, "I used to call him the playboy of the Western world." An enthusiastic amateur rock guitarist, Salem loved to jam with bands and go disco dancing when he was in the United States on business trips, in the nineteen-seventies. He was married to an English art student, Caroline Carey, whose half brother Ambrose is the son of the Marquess of Queensberry...

"During the nineteen-eighties, when the Reagan Administration secretly arranged for an estimated thirty-four million dollars to be funnelled through Saudi Arabia to the Contras, in Nicaragua, Salem bin Laden aided in this cause, according to French intelligence."

8. The bin Laden political and business connections
Over the years, there have been warm, substantial ties between members of the bin Laden family and leaders of the foreign-policy establishment in America and Britain. Until late last month, the family had a stake amounting to two million dollars in the Washington-based Carlyle Group, a private equity firm with a large interest in defense contracting.

The Carlyle Group is known for its politically connected executives such as former President George H. W. Bush, former Secretary of State James Baker, and former British Prime Minister John Major.
In the nineteen-nineties, both Bush and Baker visited the bin Laden family when they were prospecting for business in Saudi Arabia. The chairman of the firm is former Defense Secretary Frank Carlucci, who has been a trusted friend of the current Defense Secretary, Donald Rumsfeld, since their days on the Princeton wrestling team...

The family continues to have a stake, estimated by one source at about ten million dollars, in the Fremont Group, a private investment company, on whose board of directors sits another former Secretary of State, George Shultz.

Much of the family's private banking is handled by Citigroup, which is chaired by former Treasury Secretary Robert Rubin. The family has equity investments with Merrill Lynch and Goldman, Sachs. Among the family's business partners is General Electric. A spokesman for Jack Welch, the chairman of G.E., says that the family threw a party for him in the nineteen-nineties in Saudi Arabia, and that Welch "considers them good business partners."

One American diplomat says, "You talk about your global investors, it's them. They own part of Microsoft, Boeing, and who knows what else." Others note that the family has been awarded contracts to help rebuild American military installations, including the Khobar Towers, which were damaged in a terrorist attack that killed nineteen servicemen in 1996.

9. Osama bin Laden in an American hospital just before 9 11

From: http://www.mindfully.org/Reform/Bin-Laden-Met-CIA.htm :

According to information's collected by Le Figaro, and Radio France International, Osama Bin Laden met with an American CIA agent in July 2001 while he was being treated for a kidney ailment at the American Hospital of Dubai.

"The billionaire Saudi Bin Laden visited the American Hospital of Dubaï from July 4 to July 14th, two months before the attacks of September 11, confirmed by sources close to European services of information.

"He was accompanied by his personal doctor and faithful lieutenant, Egyptian Ayman Al-Zawahari, a male nurse and four bodyguards. Bin Laden suffers from a renal infection which is propagated with the liver and requires specialized care. Doctor Terry Callaway at The American Hospital of Dubai is known for the specialized treatment of such ailments.

"During his hospitalization, Osama bin Laden was visited by several members of his family, and on July 12th the local representative of the CIA, that many people know in Dubaï, was seen going into his room.

"A few days later, shortly after Ben Laden left for Quetta with a new kidney dialysis machine, the CIA agent bragged to friends about visiting the billionaire saudi and was subsequently recalled to the USA on July 15th."

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From http://hawaii.indymedia.org/news/2005/08/5347.php :

European intelligence provided to WMR confirms that Osama bin Laden has been a major kingpin in drug shipments to Europe and North America since 1991...

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Wednesday, December 21, 2005

Bisexuality as a way to prevent population imbalances and global collapse

"The new doomsayers all point to the same collection of threats - climate change, resource depletion and population imbalances being the most important." - Dylan Evans http://www.guardian.co.uk/comment/story/0,3604,1671576,00.html

Too many people means too much climate change and too much resource depletion.

There is an easy answer - encourage bisexual and homosexual behaviour.

Czech MPs approve law on same-sex partnerships
Homosexual couples in Britain begin civil partnerships

In parts of the Bible, bisexuality seems to be encouraged. Think for example of David and Jonathan. Jonathan Loved David

In one or two parts of the Bible, the slaughter of animals is encouraged. We no longer take these parts of the Bible seriously.

In one or two parts of the Bible, certain types of homosexual behaviour are discouraged because of (a) the need to keep up the size of the tribe (b) the need to prevent the spread of certain diseases through homosexual prostitution. Nowadays we no longer need to keep up the size of the tribe.

In Moslem countries, same sex friendships are common. The Prophet Mohamed's closest friend was Zaid, his male slave. Mohamed's first wife was Khadija. She was was aged forty at the time of their marriage and 'well past her youth'. Mohamed was about fifteen years younger. Handsome fifteen year old Zaid was the wedding gift given by Khadija to Mohamed. Mohamed and Zaid became very close friends. Gay Moslems Bisexual animals? Bisexual Moslems? Sex with boys?

God has created, or allowed to evolve, lots of bisexual creatures.
Salon Ivory Tower The fabulous kingdom of gay animals

In some parts of the animal kingdom and in some part of the human kingdom, heterosexual activity has often been discouraged; the reason for this is the need to keep down the size of the population.

Http://www.glbtq.com/social-sciences/karsch_haack_f.html

Ferdinand Karsch-Haack demonstrated the occurrence of same-sex sexual activity throughout the animal kingdom, among the so-called primitive peoples, and in all non-Western cultures.

http://www2.rz.hu-berlin.de/sexology/GESUND/ARCHIV/GUS/INDONESIA.HTM

"As Jared Diamond explains in his recent book, 'Collapse', the Maya depleted one of their principal resources - trees - and this triggered a series of problems such as soil erosion, decrease of useable farmland and drought. The growing population that drove this overexploitation was thus faced with a diminishing amount of food, which led to increasing migration and bloody civil war. The collapse of the civilisation on Easter Island followed a similar pattern, with deforestation leading to other ecological problems and warfare." - Dylan Evans.

The answer is to more like the Bonobo chimps? FLIRTING BOYS and peeing down the legs of morning suits.

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Sunday, December 18, 2005

Diana and the security services

The Daily Express, 19 december 2005, claimed that French authorities were in a "blind panic" over a deadline requiring them to answer whether Princess Diana was pregnant when she died.

'A known and respected French journalist related that a physician he knows personally, who works at Pitie Salpetriere, told him that blood tests taken upon Diana's arrival showed she was indeed pregnant. This physician, who identified his source as one of the doctors who operated on the Princess, then said that when he looked in Diana's medical dossier several days after her death, all the test results had been removed.'
http://www.public-interest.co.uk/diana/dipreg.htm

Princess Diana told friends that she would be killed in a car crash.

Henri Paul was the Paris Ritz security man who was driving the Mercedes in which Diana crashed. Allegedly, Henri Paul worked for MI6.

'World renowned forensic scientist Dr James Sprott has provided evidence that Henri Paul was not drunk when the Mercedes crashed. The alcohol in Henri Paul's body was created after the crash.' Political-debate.com :: View topic - Diana's Driver 'Was Sober'

James Andanson is suspected of being the driver of the white Fiat Uno which, according to witnesses, came into contact with the Mercedes. Paint from a white Fiat was found on the Mercedes.

Reportedly, Andanson had worked for MI5.

'Three months after Diana died, Andanson was found dead in a field in France. Some French police investigators have confided privately they believe Andanson was abducted and murdered.' EXCLUSIVE - Diana Murder Coverup Turns Deadly

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The death of Princess Diana: What caused the crash at the Point d'Alma?
by Seán Mac Mathúna and John Heathcote:
http://www.flamemag.dircon.co.uk/diana.htm:

... it's possible that one of the vehicles (a white Fiat Uno) rams the Mercedes just before the crash "causing it to spin out of control" (The Guardian, November 13th, 1997).

As the Mercedes gets nearer the tunnel, a motorbike prevents one car (driven by Brenda Wells) from taking the approach road that leads to the tunnel.

It's possible that a remote-controlled device was used - causing an explosion (reported by CNN) which was heard by witnesses - that disabled the driving controls and electronics of the Mercedes.

A strobe light was also used to disable the driver on the final seconds before it entered the tunnel - which some witnesses claim was completely dark as the lights had been tuned off minutes earlier.

After hearing an explosion and then a bang, witnesses ran to the scene - only to be told to "back off" by an unknown person to runs towards them out of the tunnel from the direction of the crashed car.

A second person, whose identity is also unknown, was seen in the Mercedes removing the drivers head off the car horn.

Witnesses also report that a helicopter was seen above just before the crash - was it monitoring events on the ground ?

As the electricity has been cut in the tunnel [according to the
Lobster (winter 1999), link], the traffic cameras don't work, thus ensuring there is no video evidence of the Mercedes final approach to the tunnel, or what vehicles can be seen leaving it.

One witness, Gary Hunter saw two vehicles race out of the tunnel, others saw a motorbike.

A car was used to block the route of the Mercedes thus forcing it onto the road that leads to the tunnel at the Point d'Alma as witnessed by Thierry H; At least one of the paparazzi on a fast motorbike chasing the Mercedes was working for MI6 (according to Tomlinson).

At least two cars may have been involved in causing the crash (one may have carried personnel that used a strobe light to blind the driver (Brenda Wells) another may have used some kind of electronic interference device that seized up the cars electronics (potentially up to four people);
Witnesses saw a helicopter above just before the crash - was it monitoring events on the ground and relaying them back to a control centre (the British Embassy where Tomlinson claims that up to six MI6 officers were stationed over that weekend) ?

Who was the motorcyclist who forced Brenda Wells off the road ?

Who were the two people seen near the Mercedes seconds after the crash, and before the paparazzi and stunned onlookers reached the scene ?

The death of Diana's bodyguard Barry Mannakee in 1987:
http://www.flamemag.dircon.co.uk/diana_mannakee.htm:

[Princess Diana'a] bodyguard Barry Mannakee (who is rumoured to have become her lover in 1985) died in unexplained motorbike crash in 1987. Afterwards, according to the former Conservative MP Charles Wardle, Diana feared for her life.

In a speech in the House of Commons (Hansard, 22nd June 1999), Wardle stated:

"Diana's remarks to Al Fayed concerned the royal household's antipathy to her; its habitually close links with the security services; the manipulation, interference, and control, as she saw it, exercised by official's of the household; her conviction, based on what she said she had been told, that Barry Mannakee's death was not an accident; and her apprehension that she, too, would be assassinated"

A plot to assassinate Milosevic in 1992:
http://www.flamemag.dircon.co.uk/diana_milosevic.htm

... Tomlinson has now published The Big Breach, his account of his service in MI6 in Russia in January 2001 // ...

During the 1990's, MI6 is alleged to have been involved in two attempts to kill leaders of foreign government's: President Milosevic of the Yugoslav Republic of Serbia in 1992, and Libya's leader, Colonel Muammar Gaddafi, in 1996.

Although it appears that the initial attempt to kill Milosevic was abandoned, during NATO's air campaign against Yugoslavia in 1999, a second attempt was made to kill him and his family, when his house was hit by missiles from US bombers. ... in 1986, US bombers flew from Britain to kill Gaddafi and his family - they failed, but 55 civilians in Tripoli, along with his daughter died in the attack. //

David Shayler told the BBC, that he that learned MI6 had channeled US $160,000 to an underground, Islamic fundamentalist group in Libya to assassinate Gaddafi in ... 1996 ...

Report of allegation of MI6 use of Osama bin Laden's al Qaeda: http://www.theage.com.au/articles/2002/10/09/1034061258269.html:

The British media have been gagged from reporting sensational courtroom evidence of former MI5 spy David Shayler, including his alleged proof that the British secret service paid $270,000 for al Qaeda terrorists to assassinate Libyan leader Muammar Gaddafi in 1986.

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Excerpt from a 5-14-98 London Mirror story by Oonagh Blackman...

This (an alleged CIA document) is one of the five secret papers put up as proof that Princess Diana and Dodi Fayed were murdered. It is part of the amazing dosier offered for 10 million (Pound Sterling...about $16 million dollars) to Dodi's father, Harrod's owner Mohammed Al Fayed, and now obtained by the Mirror.

Mr. Fayed believes the Diana papers, said to originate from the US Central Intelligence Agency, back his conviction that the British establishment masterminded a conspiracy against his son and the Princess. But despite repeated requests, the CIA has refused to say whether the documents are genuine. Mr. Al Fayed said yesterday, "I intend to establish the truth behind the tragic events in Paris last August." "We are still waiting for the CIA to pronounce on the authenticity of the documents."

One file headed "Foreign Intelligence Information Report" contains comments attributed to the Duke Of Edinburgh and the Prime Minister about the 'disastrous' relationship between Dodi and Diana. It highlights a request from the security service MI6 for a "permanent solution to the Dodi problem" and details plans to sabotage an Al Fayed Mercedes - "stolen and returned with electronics missing."

The report is dated June 17, 1997, just over three weeks before Diana and Dodi began their fateful romance aboard a yacht in the Mediterranean. MI6 Director David Spedding is named in one telex and a squad from the Israeli secret service Mossad, referred to as the "K-Team", appears in another. The Diana Papers are littered with codes and abbreviations.

Seized

They were seized in an Amsterdam hotel room three weeks ago when Mr. Al Fayed's security chief, backed by two FBI agents, met a middleman who was demanding 10 million (Pound Sterling) for them. The intermediary, 67 year old Oswald LeWinter, was arrested and is now in solitary confinement in a Vienna police cell.

http://www.skolnicksreport.com/diana-dodi.html

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