January 7, 1943. The Hotel New Yorker, Manhattan. Room 3327.
The maid knocked twice. She had been told not to disturb the old man, but the DO NOT DISTURB sign had not moved in two days. She opened the door with her passkey.
He was on the bed. Thin as a heron. Dressed in a suit. White shirt. Dark tie. His hands folded across his chest, the fingers interlaced. He had arranged himself.
On the bedside table, a photograph of a bird. White. Ordinary. A pigeon. Beside the photograph, a single sheet of paper. Handwritten.
My brain is only a receiver. In the universe there is a core from which we obtain knowledge, strength, and inspiration. I have not penetrated into the secrets of this core, but I know that it exists.
The FBI notified the Office of Alien Property Custodian. Tesla had been an American citizen for fifty years, and the current in the lamp on the manager's desk was his, given to the world for nothing. The office took his papers. The file said alien.
By nightfall the room was sealed. Two officers stood at the door.
Downstairs in the basement, stacked in rows against the foundation walls, eighty trunks held every paper the man had written in sixty years. Notebooks. Patents. Letters in six languages. Diagrams of machines that had never been built. Calculations that referenced frequencies no one had published.
Two days later, a physicist from MIT arrived to open them.
His name was John George Trump.
On the morning of the third day, a man in a gray suit sat down across from him in the hotel lobby. Trump had not given his name at the front desk. The man knew how Trump took his coffee.
"Write what you found, Dr. Trump. Not what you felt."
If not for President Trump and so many critical patriots, America would basically be Haiti by now. All of us divided into districts, governed by Chinese communist Terminator RoboCops and their AI-powered drone swarms.
i regret to inform you the hunger's permanent. because it's true, this realm really is running on suppressed information. our species really does remember getting lied to about something huge. a truth that got taken, an administration that turned on us, a line that got severed long ago, and then someone reopened it, from the inside, on foot, leaving the channel open behind Him and it still runs straight to you, to all of us, no relay no gatekeeper no permission, no nothing.
you were never cut off you were just never told. but now we're all remembering, together.
I find it incredible that an illegal alien can walk into the US and even open a fucking bank account when I have to roll in a file cabinet to open a business or personal new account.
Second, after being in a foreign country and that country being rewarded enough to open an account for someone ILLEGALLY IN THE COUNTRY, that same fucking bank then lends money to AN ILLEGAL ALIEN and it’s guaranteed by FDIC.
.@FDICgov do you guarantee depositors in banks that make loans to illegal aliens in the US?
The answer is of course they do. The entire system is created to defraud us around every corner. Every major bank run in the 70’s, 80’s etc were the same ppl doing the same things and it costs taxpayers 100’s of billions of dollars and the FDIC congress did nothing. In Congress’s case they set up the system, they and their families profited from the system and even interfered in it being address repeated. Specifically Speaker Jim Wright attempted to coerce the fed agency conducting investigations into stopping them. Every day costs us millions.
The entire system is diseased on purpose. They’ve been stealing our wealth for over 100 yrs. No one can pretend we don’t know it’s happening any longer.
Nikola Tesla kept describing things that didn't exist yet. 12 of them, in his own words, with dates:
1. 1898, Madison Square Garden. He steered a small boat around a pool of water with nothing touching it, and told the crowd, "you do not see there a wireless torpedo, you see there the first of a race of robots, mechanical men which will do the laborious work of the human race."
2. 1926, on wireless. "The whole earth will be converted into a huge brain, which in fact it is, all things being particles of a real and rhythmic whole."
3. 1926, same interview. We would see and hear each other "as perfectly as though we were face to face" across thousands of miles, and "a man will be able to carry one in his vest pocket."
4. 1926. Flying machines "which will carry no fuel and will be free from any limitations of the present airplanes and dirigibles."
5. 1928, his last patent. An aircraft that lifts straight up like a helicopter, tips forward, and flies like a plane. I didn't believe that was really his last one until I pulled the patent myself. It is. We call it a tiltrotor.
6. 1901. A tower on Long Island to push electricity through open air, no wires. The money dried up and they tore it down. You charge your phone by setting it on a pad now.
7. 1900. A 40-page plan to run the human race on the sun, the wind, and the heat coming up out of the ground. He put "the harnessing of the sun's energy" right in the title.
8. 1901, the same tower. News, music, and pictures through the air to cheap little receivers anybody could hold.
9. 1926, on women. "It is not in the shallow physical imitation of men that women will assert first their equality and later their superiority, but in the awakening of the intellect of women."
10. 1934, age 78. A beam that could bring aircraft down from hundreds of miles off. The papers called it a death ray. The Navy files it under directed energy.
11. 1896, alone in his lab. He photographed the bones inside a living hand, the same few months the rest of the world first heard the word x-ray.
12. 1899, the Colorado plateau, measuring the electric charge of the entire planet. His instruments caught a signal that repeated. One. Two. Three. He said plainly it did not come from Earth. And he never took it back.
My favorites:
Jim Morrison (The Doors)
His father was Rear Admiral George Stephen Morrison.
The Admiral was the commanding officer of the U.S. fleet during the 1964 Gulf of Tonkin incident, an event that served as the primary justification for the escalation of the Vietnam War.
Frank Zappa
His father, Francis Zappa, was a chemical warfare specialist who worked at the Edgewood Arsenal.
Edgewood Arsenal was the primary facility for the U.S. Army’s secret testing of chemical, biological, and psycho-pharmaceutical weapons on human subjects. This is the same facility the nazis and Unit 731 killers worked at.
John Phillips (The Mamas and the Papas)
His father was a career U.S. Marine officer. Phillips was noted by McGowan for his ease of movement in elite, high-security circles and his role in “anchoring” the Laurel Canyon sound.
Stephen Stills (Buffalo Springfield / Crosby, Stills & Nash)
His father was an officer in the U.S. military. Stills spent significant time in Latin American countries where U.S. intelligence was actively involved in destabilizing governments just prior to his emergence in the music scene.
David Crosby (The Byrds / Crosby, Stills & Nash)
Son of a wealthy, elite “blue blood” family with deep historical ties to American power structures (descended from John Jay and Alexander Hamilton). He functioned as a central connector within the Canyon, bridging aristocratic lineage with the counterculture.
Gram Parsons (The Byrds / The Flying Burrito Brothers)
Born into the wealthy Snively family (citrus magnates); his stepfather was Robert Parsons, who was involved in unconventional military/intelligence operations. McGowan notes that Parsons’ family background provided him with the resources and the “freedom” to drift through clandestine-adjacent environments.
Peter Tork (The Monkees)
Background: His father was a high-ranking officer in the U.S. Army. Like Stills, Tork’s presence in the scene is viewed by McGowan as indicative of the military-industrial complex’s interest in controlling the “pop” imagery of the era.
Joni Mitchell
Background: Her father, Bill Anderson, served in the Royal Canadian Air Force. McGowan places her within the “Canyon” orbit as a narrative-builder who helped romanticize the geography and ethos that the intelligence community wanted to promote to the youth.
Chris Hillman (The Byrds / The Flying Burrito Brothers)
Background: Involved in the same circle as the other former military offspring in the Byrds. Hillman’s background and connections mirror the pattern of young men from high-security families congregating in one specific Los Angeles neighborhood to launch the counterculture movement under the shadow of the Lookout Mountain Laboratory—a covert Air Force film studio located, quite literally, inside Laurel Canyon.