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For Trading September 1st
Zoom, Zoom, Zoom!
New Highs for NAZ & S&P-500
Today’s market was another split affair with the DJIA, including it 3 new members was down all day and finished -223.82 (.78%) while the NASDAQ was +79.83 (.68%), S&P 500 was -7.70 (.22%) even though it made a new intraday high at 3514.77, the Russell was weak -16.47 (1.04%) and the biggest loser, DJ Transports 136.65 (1.21%). Market internals were soft with NYSE 2.2:1 and NASDAQ 1.8:1, both down. The VIX was 26.41 +3.69 (16.24%), not a good thing at all. Volume was slightly higher. On the DJIA there were only 6 higher with AAPL +28 and UNH +18 DPs. BA was the biggest loser -26, V and DIS -24, MSFT -23, and GS, JPM, and V all down 18DPs. Verizon (VZ) was unchanged.
Our “open forum” on Discord, which allows me to interact with subscribers and others to allow direct questions and chart opinions on just about any stock, continues to grow with more participants every day. It is informative and allows me to share insights as the market is open and moving. The link is: and I will be there and active from before the open and all day. It’s a great place to share ideas and gain some insights, and we’ve grown to almost 3000 members. I also returned to my radio show today with a great live interview with the Chief Medical Officer of JANONE (JAN) and it was a great show. This is the link to the audio recording including my discussion of the market and the very exciting story of JAN’s phenomenal NON-OPIOID Pain Med! This is the link: Enjoy!!
Tonight’s closing comment video:
SECTORS: We started the day with the news that the FDA was fast tracking Vaccines and Exact Sciences (EXAS), the maker of those Colon cancer at home tests getting emergency authorization for an at home nasal swab for COVID-19 testing. The stock, $ .36 in 2008 has traded as high as $123 in 2019, traded up to $77.75 this morning and managed a close of $75.24 +2.13 (2.8%). WMT, ORCL, and MSFT were all down early and while they rallied a bit, they were all down on the day with questions about the TIK TOK sale. AMZN got FAA approval of “drone delivery” of packages and the stock traded as high as $3495 before closing $3455 +4 of packages and the stock traded as high as $3495 before closing $3455 +53.20 (1.56%). AAPL (4:1) was + $4.44 on its new split price at $129.24 and TSLA (5:1) closed $508.88 +66.02 (14.95%). Doesn’t anyone realize that with fractional shares traded everywhere that it’s no different than getting 5 $1’s for a $5 bill? And the big winner today was Aimmune Therapeutics (AIMT), who agreed to be bought by Nestle, S.A. (Nestle Health Care) for $34.50 in cash. AIMT’s main product is an already approved treatment for Peanut allergies. The stock, which had a high of $42.00 in 2/2018 had closed Friday @ $12.60 and opened $34.19 and finished the day $34.15 +21.55 (171%). FOOD SUPPLY CHAIN was HIGHER with TSN -1.09, BGS +.03, FLO +.04, CPB +.84, MDLZ -.14, KHC +.10, CALM -2.52, JJSF -1.28, SAFM -.13, HRL +.38, SJM +.53, PPC -.33, KR +.34, and PBJ $34.35 +.03 (.10%).
BIOPHARMA was HIGHER with BIIB +6.18, ABBV +1.52, REGN +15.72, ISRG +2.83, GILD +1.16, MYL +.15, TEVA +.17, VRTX +8.44, BHC -.29, INCY +2.45, ICPT +.46, LABU +3.88, and IBB $135.62 +2.57 (1.93%).
CANNABIS: was MIXED with TLRY +.03, CGC -.38, CRON -.14, GWPH +.98, ACB -.02, NBEV +.02, CURLF -.24, KERN -.15, and MJ $12.96 +.28 (2.21%).
DEFENSE: was LOWER with LMT -2.94, GD -2.92, TXT -.54, NOC -2.14, BWXT -.39, TDY -2.83, RTX -1.24, and ITA $167.04 -2.36 (1.40%).
RETAIL: was LOWER with M -.02, JWN +.32, KSS -.29, DDS -.23, WMT -1.53, TGT +.40, TJX -.30, RL -2.36, UAA -.34, LULU -1.29, TPR -.15, CPRI -1.10, and XRT $51.79 -.77 (1.45%).
FAANG and Big Cap: were MIXED with GOOGL -10.43, AMZN +57.64, AAPL +4.40, FB -.98, NFLX +3.11, NVDA +8.79, TSLA +66.77, BABA -2.60, BIDU -4.47, CMG +8.74, BA -3.70, CAT =1.32, DIS -3.73, and XLK $123.40 +.24 (.19%). PLEASE BE AWARE THAT THESE PRICES ARE LATE MARKET QUOTES AND DO NOT REPRESENT THE 4:00 CLOSES.
FINANCIALS were LOWER with GS -1.69, JPM -2.58, BAC -.59, MS -.63, C -1.22, PNC -1.35, AIG -.23, AXP -1.04, V -4.26, and XLF $24.99 -.37 (1.45%).
OIL, $42.61 -.36. Oil was higher in today’s trading before we fell to the middle of the day’s range. Some of the gains that were storm related were taken back without the shortages that generally occur during the hurricane season. The stocks were LOWER with XLE $35.67 -.77 (2.11%).
GOLD $1,978.60 +3.70, rose early in the session and moved higher to the 1985 range before falling back to close midrange. I am still a bull on the metal, and we have a September bull call spread on using NEM 65/70 calls with a cost of $1.45, which closed today @ $2.33.
BITCOIN: closed $11,835 +205. After breaking out over $10,000 we have had a “running correction” pushing prices toward $12,000, reaching a recovery high of $12220 Thursday, and after a day of rest in between, we resumed the rally touching $12,635, but have sold off back to support. We had 750 shares of GBTC and sold off 250 last week at $13.93 and still have 500 with a cost of $8.45. GBTC closed $1213.52 +.32 today.
Just a quick mention about two commodity related trades discussed in last night’s Weekly Insights: Coffee continued higher again today closing $129.05 +2.70, and the proxy for this is the coffee ETN: JO $39.27 + 1.18 (3.08%). I also talked about Natural Gas being ready for a pullback, and after trading down to $2.4970 -$ .16 (6%), it rallied back to close $2.63 and is +.01 again tonight. Our proxy for this is UNG, which traded down to $13.42 before turning back up to close $14.20, only .05 from the high of the day.
Tomorrow is another day.
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I've reached the extent that I think I can tell this story. This is my experience with the cult

I am hesitant to begin writing about these memories, and for two reasons. The first is out of fear - fear of retaliation. You see, I was taken advantage of by a cult that I escaped a few years ago in the summer of 2018. I wasn’t involved for long - ten months - but that wasn’t the end of the cult’s influence on me, as they cleverly had a previously unaffiliated visitor contact me and try to bring me back during the period afterwards. I believe they are still keeping tabs on be covertly, but this may just be my paranoid nature.
For nearly the entire first year afterwards, I was always looking over my shoulder to see if I was being followed. They definitely have an interest in roping me back into the fold, as you will see how sociopathic these people are. I’m still traumatized, and although I have healed a great deal from these trials, there is still lingering conditioning that causes me panic attacks and anxiety, which exemplifies my schizoaffective disorder. I attribute much of the reason I’m houseless now to the combination of my mental health and trauma caused by this group.
The second reason I am hesitant to begin writing is also out of fear, but this is instead a fear of not being able to deliver on my promise to expose this cult. I know I have the ability to write about my account, but will it be good enough? Will I be throwing these words into the electronic ocean like so many others with little effect on the world? I feel that no matter how hard I try, I will be unable to capture the cult’s devious acts in such a way to convey what it was like for me, a vulnerable individual, to be slowly turned into an obedient slave.
Inadequacy. This is an important piece of my psychology. After watching my mother decay and die for the first nine years of my life, followed by being raised by an abusive, narcissistic father, I have a profound feeling of inadequacy ruling me. I never feel like I am good enough; that I have to self-sacrifice - to the point where I believed I had to be as good as Jesus Christ - in order to achieve a passable level of human adequacy. The cult took advantage of these feelings in spades and left me a shell of who I was previously.
Fortunately, the period of houselessness that has extended the last year or so of my life has been a radically transformative period where I feel able to step out from barriers that previously trapped me. I feel freer than I ever have been, and to be honest, I owe a lot to the cult for pushing me to my breaking point and learning where my boundaries are. In fact, I don’t believe I could have stepped away from the denial of having a feminine side if it weren’t for the ridiculousness of how far I was pushed.
Now, I stand strong, ready to accomplish this mission life has presented me. It is my basic civic duty to tell my story and warn the public about this group and others who prey on vulnerable individuals in an unstable socioeconomic period. They deliberately attract people who are vulnerable for personal or financial reasons. For instance, there was a flat-earther from Belgium who was here illegally that got roped into our group by being attracted to the messages of sovereignty and their abundance of kooky new age beliefs. They even tried to get me to recruit more members using the same strategies they hooked me with - which is standard cult behavior.
This leads right into how I got involved with the cult in the first place. Part of it is my fault, as I was young and naive. I still am, but now I have the wisdom to not throw myself out there for any group to start manipulating. There are many people who can be drawn into their preying behavior, and it is important that I elaborate on how easy it is to get duped, so others don’t follow in my footsteps.
As you will see, the group was bizarre in many ways. I want to start off by saying that I did not join an organization of pee-drinkers who practiced blood-magick on the side of Main Street. Instead, I started working for a nonprofit that promised to change the world, and appeared to have the ability to do that. The weirdness grew exponentially over time, gradually as they conditioned us to accept their way of life.
On my own end, I wanted to join an intentional community; one where everyone involved works towards a singular end as one unit. I longed for the camaraderie and an alternate way of life. I wanted something different than what - as the cult called the common culture - “The Matrix,” or “Babylon” offered. There are such communities, but because of devious groups like this, everyone needs to be cautious when attempting to find them. I still seek to find or create an alternative lifestyle for myself where I can live amongst my brothers and sisters away from the mass-produced consumer culture of the world.
It’s been a hell of a journey, but I am happy where I am now. If anything, the group taught me that self-love is our first love; if the gardener does not take care of themselves, then who takes care of the garden? With my efforts to find such a community as I wanted, it was inevitable that some group would have sunk their teeth into me. I am grateful that I was able to recognize the far-flung insanity that I was trapped in and escape. Now I just need to focus on recovering and helping others who may be searching for the same things I am.
Chapter 1
It all started early in 2017. I was working on reverse networking, like trying to place a letter on someone’s shoes to let them know I exist. I was hoping to find a project I could use my skills as a writer and juggler by broadcasting who I was on our small online community, The Shrug Life Syndicate, on Reddit. I was so desperate to find such a community that fit my ideals and goals that I didn’t even conceive that someone could be watching in order to learn about me.
They first posted a link to their site on our community’s board, when they were still going by the Awakening Sovereignty Collective. To best understand how I perceived them initially, you have to understand that I was lost in what we at the Shrug Life Syndicate call the synchronicity slip stream. An aspect of my schizoaffective disorder, I often get lost in various series of synchronicities that form a coherent narrative that compels me to behave differently than I otherwise would. It is an amazing feature of my mental health for creativity and finding alternative solutions to problems, but it can be debilitating when trying to fit in to the normal world. When the ASC posted, I believed applying on their website was the obvious thing I should do in order to accomplish my cosmic mission.
Well, nothing happened at first, and I forgot about them until several months later until I received an email stating I was hired. This came after a series of strange tasks from anonymous accounts that seemed to be tests to see if I was as capable of a writer as I portrayed myself as being. I remember one test was to see if I could write a sales pitch for “Unicorn Poop,” an edible snack with a humorous twist. I don’t have any proof that these two events are connected, but it definitely tripped my radar as odd that they happened one after another, and nothing ever came from the sales tasks.
Having passed their tests, I began working with them online. It was a slow process, as there wasn’t a lot of work right out the gate, but there was a lot to learn. Their websites were many in number and often confusing. I had difficulty navigating them and almost quit trying within days of getting started. I remember crumbling back into my addictive nature one night as the wailing cries of depression came roaring back with my initial perceived failure.
If I were not partially psychotic, believing the universe was guiding me to the salvation I sought, then that would have been the end of it. Many other people seemed to have given up while I was still new to working for them. If I were to guess, I would say that this was deliberate on their part in order to weed out only people like me, who were in some way desperate to be a part of the group. With only a small number of desperate people finding their way into the clutches of these people, it must be easier to control them as well.
The ASC promised a new way of life for anyone seeking it. They claimed to be a planetary alliance that was helping ecovillages, nonprofits, conscious businesses, and individual change agents. They were working on a cryptocurrency and software suite that would help communities better serve the world. This was at the peak of the bitcoin bubble, where many people unfamiliar with cryptocurrencies were trying to get in on the hype. They touted a number of figures and claims which ultimately turned out to be false or otherwise misrepresentative of the truth, but in the moment I believed everything they were shoveling.
It was easy for them to sell the idea and project as they were all natural sales personalities. I attended a lot of meetings, particularly with the writer’s team, and started to get to know the people behind the project. In the moment, they appeared to be down-to-Earth and relatable, but highly conscious individuals who really cared about the world and were motivated to do the work necessary to make the changes needed for the planet. In hindsight, they really only cared about money, and were playing a part to catch people like me.
The leader was named Dakota, if that was his real name (I believe most of the main group had adopted a second name to hide who they really were). He was a young man claiming to have graduated high school at ten, and he founded a company known as STADA which was facilitating much if not all of the software needs of the ASC. He was brilliant, but I believe most of his brilliance was self-generated through his ability to sell himself as more than he really was. He always acted like a millionaire who was going to change the world, which made it easy for him to sell the project to people like me.
The co-leader was named Lila. She was a cheerful person who always had something positive to add to the conversation. While working with her, I found this to be a powerful part of her personality. It was hard to say no to her, as she had a motherly vibe and she strategically would ask you to do things that left you feeling compelled to help her, for the good of the project. She first won me over by claiming to run a retreat center for circus skills. I only heard of this in the beginning of my journey with the group, so I believe it may have been a bogus means to shift my opinion of them.
The leader of the writer’s team was named Teahna, who was beautiful and knew how to use her womanly charm to influence others. She seemed to be new to the project as well, having recently written her first book, and my time working with her online seemed to be a learning experience for both of us. I believe this was also planned, so that I would have some support learning what I was supposed to be doing on the various websites that seemed to pile up more and more as time went on.
The work was easy at first. There were no assignments or anything like that. It was all pile work - as in, just grab a shovel and get paid for what you move. As a writer, I naturally gravitated to the writers team’s tasks, but I also helped with the education team and the core tasks of the group. Mostly I wrote articles and website content for them, but I also wrote fake twitter bios, social media posts, and began working on their constitution/manifesto before arriving at their headquarters.
I was making good money, both in real dollars and their own cryptocurrency, Equality Keys. They claimed we could trade their currency for real money at any time, which turned out to be a lie. They often only let us exchange it at certain times at a reduced value. But, I was naive enough to believe that the numbers on my screen were real and meant I was doing good. It wasn’t long before I earned upwards of thousands of dollars worth of their currency, which was promised to rise in value as the project continued to grow and evolve.
After a few weeks working with them, they began toying with a name change to Earth Nation. I believe this is a key part of their method of staying under the radar. By changing names and projects frequently, they never gather enough clout to be exposed as the charlatans that they are. They would later create a new project known as Earth Cycle, and there was a tentacle organization we got hooked into after our stay with the main group called Lovecycle. In regards to the latter, I will never forget the name Lovecycle, as that is when the bulk of bizarre and traumatic events occured.
This is around the same time that my girlfriend at the time began helping out as well. We worked together as a writer and artist combo, and they were initially excited to have another person joining to help. There was some friction though, such as bluntly being told they had no need for an artist at this time after they welcomed her onboard, and there were moments where it seemed like they did not want her to be a part of the project. As they turned her and I against each other much later in our odyssey with them, I think this must have been deliberate to sow the seeds of conflict between us. Again, this is classic cult behavior. I regret bringing her into the whole thing, as she is no doubt as traumatized as I am.
What really allowed me to lose myself in the hope of the project was the possibility to do exactly as I dreamed: travel with a caravan, juggle at festivals, help sell whatever my girlfriend and others made, and write gonzo journalism about what Earth Nation was doing. One of the main draws of the group was that they advertised in the meetings about how they had a proposal system, where anyone could come with their plan and it could be voted on to be given resources. They were interested in my idea (how much of that was just gaslighting me to believe I’ve found the perfect gig, I don’t know), and wanted me to do some journalism about my experiences moving to their headquarters just outside Eugene, Oregon - on the other side of the country.
My girlfriend and I were ecstatic at the idea of starting a new life on the west coast. It was the dream we both shared, to abandon the broken world we knew and join something better. We began preparing for the move, sold all of our stuff, and eventually took off from the airport with only three bags to our name. It was a leap of faith, and we were never happier to embrace our dreams and begin to live a much more interesting life.
Chapter 2
We left on October 25th, about a couple months after I first began working for the ASC. It was an amazing trip that we thought would represent our rebirth. I remember arriving at the airport feeling as though I was leaving a part of my past behind. I felt a wave of solemn emptiness and fear over this, but I have since learned such feelings are common with change of this magnitude. Mostly, I felt joy that a new chapter of my life was unfolding before my eyes.
It was a time where it seemed like we had infinite potential right at our fingertips. Who knew what would actually go down over the coming months? We were grateful for the opportunity and happy about the change. My girlfriend even changed her name to Awen to start over fresh as a new person. I still stuck with my birth name, Gregory, but eventually I would start going by the name Rory after having been pressured to by the group.
I remember looking out the window while Awen took pictures of everything we flew over. It was a trip in itself to see the world from such an angle. I was amazed at the number of wind farms in the middle of the country. Likewise, the closer we got to our destination, the more mountainous the ground beneath us became. The change in scenery would pale in comparison with the change in the culture of the west coast - one of the main reasons I now consider Portland my new home.
Landing in Eugene’s airport, we were regaled with Ducks memorabilia. This was a pleasant surprise, as I had forgotten that this was where an old hero from my track days, Steve Prefontaine, used to run. This made me feel hopeful while waiting for Teahna and Prism, the leader of the educational team. I remember pacing the entrance hall of the airport with a giddy smile stretching from ear to ear. This was it, I told myself: I had finally found my new home.
After a long day of airline travel, we were eventually picked up in Prism’s van. We were met with hugs and smiles, which rejuvenated us after the natural stress of the trip. We chatted the entire way back to Triangle Lake, where their headquarters supposedly was. Both Awen and I were antsy while being shaken back and forth while sitting on Prism’s bed for the duration of the drive. I distinctly remember the beautiful colors of the autumn trees as we drove past. This last little bit of our trip took roughly forty-five minutes, but it felt like we were pulling up to the headquarters in an instant.
I caught a glimpse of a sign as we pulled into the long driveway: Circle of Children. This would be where we stayed for the first two months. The area was gorgeous. Giant trees covered in green moss extended as far as the eye could see. With the abundance of fern-life, it reminded me of a Jurassic paradise. Out the cracked window of the van, I could hear tree frogs chirping in harmony. It was certainly something out of another world compared to the east coast.
We stopped in front of the main office - the only building with wifi. If I were to graph the amount of access to the internet we had across the ten months we were involved, it would have a steady, negative slope. Of course, while being conditioned by the group, it was barely noticed, as we grew less dependent on the internet as time went on. We were never barred from the outside world - in fact we interacted with it regularly - but the idea of leaving was made so impossibly far outside the bounds of possible choices through a long series of scripted events.
Which is why the entire beginning of our stay at the Triangle Lake Convention Center seemed like something out of a fantasy paradise. Everything, from the overarching narrative we were fed, to the day-to-day interactions, was designed to win us over, gaslight us, and manipulate us emotionally by using our traumas against us. In the aftermath of the whole escapade, I learned that this is the type of manipulation that cults use to prevent members from seeing reason while keeping them docile, obedient work horses for the greater project, whatever it may be.
It is clear to me now that Earth Nation and all tentacle organizations are a purely criminal enterprise - a money-making machine for those at the top of the hierarchical pyramid. Even though we were supposedly a DAO - a decentralized autonomous organization - there were clearly people who were centralized leaders profiting from everything the group did.
And everybody played their roles well upon our arrival. We were greeted with another barrage of hugs as we got out of the van. Everybody was excited to finally meet us in person, as were we to meet them. We chatted with Dakota and Lila for some time outside of the office. They were the exact same as their online personas. In the moment, this gave us a sense that these people were genuine, but in hindsight it serves as a reminder that anyone can create a convincing character and play them whenever they want - even if they choose to never take their deceptive masks off.
We were then shown where we would be staying. Up the hill and to the left we drove until we were in front of Carmen Hall. It was a quaint dorm-style lodging with a large common area and a small kitchenette. Many nights were spent in the common room with the others who were staying in the building. Because we were a couple, we were given the largest room with its own bathroom.
That’s another thing that changed in a downward slope: our living quarters. Over the course of the ten months we were with them, we were downgraded from having our own space, to sharing space, to living in a tent. And again, because of the conditioning, we were fine with the change.
Sometime during the early evening, we went back down to the dining hall and kitchen which was across the way from the main office. Here, we met a variety of characters, including Tuva, a humble appearing guy with a large social network he brought with him to the project, and Daniella, who would turn out to be mommy dearest as she was the sole woman controlling us for the majority of our adventure on the west coast. A Brazillian native, she was as good of a manipulator as she was a cook, and we all enjoyed a wonderful meal on our first night in Oregon.
Before the night was up, we went behind the kitchen to smoke with a man named Grizzly; a wild looking man who mostly kept quiet but had a mouth to use if he needed it. It was the first time we smoked in Oregon and it felt liberating to finally be in a legal state. But, as freeing and fun as being able to smoke whenever we wanted, I believe the abundance of weed we were constantly fed was a means to keep us docile. Daniella always made sure we had some weed, and would frequently smoke with us. I feel I would have been able to say something as things changed if I were not dependent on the constant stream of marijuana.
Afterwards, we went back to Carmen Hall with a couple of members who also stayed there, and Daniella performed a pendulum reading for me and my girlfriend. Holding a crystal on a chain, she “read” the direction it spun as she brought it up in alignment with our chakras. She was spot on and I wanted to say that she had excellent observation skills, but I kept my mouth shut. I didn’t want to offend anyone’s beliefs, especially my girlfriend who considered herself a mystic and bought into the act.
That night we cuddled in our room, smiling as wide as our mouths could. We had done it - we successfully started our new lives and were going to be a part of something we still had yet to fully comprehend. Everything was new and exciting, and while we were overjoyed, we were glad we had each other because things were still scary. If only we had known then how scary things would become.
Chapter 3
The next morning, we showered, dressed, and went down to the kitchen. There was a slight fog in the air, and we saw a family of deer in a clearing off the road. We would see this family of deer several times during out stay at Triangle Lake, which greatly enthused my girlfriend. She said they were a symbol of wisdom, and must be a good sign as we continued to be indoctrinated by the new age beliefs of the group.
We were early, as our daily meetings were at ten and that is when most people started to show up at the office. But Grizzly was there, as he stayed at the nurses station that sat next to the main office. He offered us some dabs, which just further enforced our belief that this was a great group to be a part of. He also offered me a metal six-shooter pipe, which proved to be the main piece I would smoke out of for the entirety of our adventure.
Breakfast consisted of whatever we could scrounge up. There was a huge walk-in freezer in the kitchen that hosted tons of food when we first got there. There were also a wide selection of dry foods such as figs and nuts. That whole selection would dwindle over time, as the group got everything as donations, usually by soliciting the local food pantries and the Eugene mission and much was close to their expiration dates. It was common to open the freezer and find something moldy.
This was the first time I really interacted with Doran. Doran looked a lot like me - complete with similar beard and glasses - but had shorter, curlier, and darker hair. It was joked that “I was another you.” He appeared to be a really kind-hearted person, and we frequently went to him with problems. This is likely planned as well, to have someone to vent the frustrations we were experiencing as the project transitioned to something different than what we signed up for. I opened up to him before I did with other members, even asking for relationship advice as they tried turning Awen and I against each other between, and received what I now consider a long-standing act of being a good ear with standard advice from the group. Still, he was funny and I enjoyed making strange mixtures of food with him.
As it neared ten, we shuffled to the office to have our meeting. The office had two rooms, and we were all huddled in a circle in one of them. This was nice during the coming months as it was also the only room with the heater. These meetings proved to be a main means to program us, as there were many exchanges that could have only been scripted. We would often talk about one thing, but there would be a subtopic that was teased that would change the meaning of the whole meeting in the context that I heard it. Often there would be some crosstalk in the kitchen beforehand, or something during the day that warped my understanding of what was said
We were required to work thirty hours a week in order to receive our basic income of two hundred dollars a month, as per our agreements before moving to the headquarters. However, it wasn’t long before they duped us by saying the basic income would be used to cover our time staying at Triangle Lake. We weren’t able to fight it, because our tongues were tied by the desire to fit in and be accepted by the group. The ways that they changed things were gradual and deliberate, so that you would never really feel like you were getting taken advantage of. It was just a change, which was alright, because there was a world to save and we were the group who was going to get it done.
That was one of the major ways they were able to get away with a lot of the back-pedaling of agreements - they would always have new, unexpected surprises waiting for us. It was gradual, but they introduced several new elements of communal living that required us to sacrifice more of our money and autonomy. They did this by having so-and-so nonchalantly bringing up these concerns in the meetings, then downplaying the resulting effects as something that should be expected, then agreeing with Dakota or Lila.
Keeping track of my hours was a joke. For everything I did, I was told I should have taken less time in order to do. The criticism I received came tongue-in-cheek and constructive at first, but steadily devolved into a series of harsh critiques that would leave me distraught and unable to think clearly. I was still unmedicated back then, and my emotional state was as turbulent as a hurricane. They did similar things to my girlfriend, as Lila took her under her wing, treating her as her child in order to take advantage of her own trauma she had with her mother.
If there was one thing these people really excelled at it is control. They figured us out quickly and efficiently and then used our traumas against us. Our second night there consisted of an informal group of the residents who stayed at Carmen Hall staring into each other’s eyes and then saying out loud what we felt at that moment. I remember staring at Daniella, who was a silhouette with the lamp directly behind her, and asking for healing. Something about the way she stared at me seemed to provoke a sense of trust and I felt that she would be able to help with a lot of the problems.
That’s one way they won over us and got us to do whatever they wanted. They are experts at gaining people’s trust and then they take advantage of that fact. Through these scripted and planned events they were able to warp our realities to the point where we were already robotic slaves right off the bat. We certainly were eager to earn their approval and work our way to a position where we were seen as valuable members of the project.
One of these planned events was Kukui’s birthday, which was just a few days after we got there. Kukui was a groundskeeper who had previously lived in Hawaii and was joked as being a ginger Jesus. He was an incredible person who really cared about the Earth. I have no idea if he was part of the manipulation or if he was there on similar beliefs that this was a group doing immense good in the world.
Early on during the night’s preparation, Dakota and Lila walked up to us and asked if we wanted to go out to eat with them. This struck us as odd that they would abandon Kukui on his birthday, but we didn’t see it as too weird at the time. We struck up a conversation, where it was revealed that Dakota had two EBT cards from different states.
One big hook they sunk into us was the idea that it was us versus the government. They managed to convince us that the institutions of the world were parasitic - which they usually are - but did it in such a way that made us feel like we were in a spiritual war against the bad boogie men of the world. And they managed this by gradually exposing us to more and more deliberate acts of defiance, in order to manifest our own sovereignty against the parasitic government.
It’s what led to us accepting some of their more diabolic schemes. For instance, there was talk about building a village in Ava, Missouri, moving all their people in, and then taking over the mayorship. They chose Missouri for this plan due to the different building codes of the state. In the moment, this seemed like a brilliant plan for expanding the influence of Earth Nation, but in hindsight appears to be a dystopian means to increase their power and continue taking advantage of people.
These were little seeds they planted that made us more comfortable with doing certain things that we otherwise wouldn’t. Awen was particularly uncomfortable with many of the things we did, but eventually they did get her to help out with their schemes. By keeping us under fear and gradually conditioning us, they were able to make us obedient as we were always looking out for our immediate survival.
Fear. That is an emotion I am now excessively familiar with as a result of this cult. While I have battled paranoia all my life, they took those primal emotions and twisted them to the point that I had no idea which way was up. Each day gradually became a battle while being on high alert, as I constantly scrambled to overcome whatever artificial set-backs were planted in my way and keep up with the workload that was presented to me.
My first exposure to this form of emotional manipulation came during Halloween. The night began jovially as Doran wore a plastic bag as a costume and invented a new dance that we all participated in. Daniella was preparing a large meal in the kitchen while we helped and played in rhythm to one another. The dinner we shared was only part of the night’s events that would change my life completely.
After dinner, Awen and I went back to our room and talked about what we wanted to do that night. The rest of the group was still down at the dining hall and preparing for a fun night of festivities. Awen was not opposed to me going, but she was and still is a pagan and wanted to celebrate her ancestors as per the tradition of Samhain. I debated spending the night with her, but the opportunity to spend time with these new people in our life made me curious as to what they would be doing. I will also admit that I was much more controlled by my addictive nature and was excited to drink with them.
So down I went. As I entered the dining hall, I saw that they were drinking tequila and generally having a great time. Naturally, I joined in and took a shot. Jovial times were had, and some time later I was offered another shot, but I did not see them pour this one. This turned out to be a crucial mistake on my part as I would find out that there was something else, something with psychedelic qualities, in the drink. It was not LSD, as I am familiar with the effects of that drug, so I am at a loss for what it could have been.
As the night went on I began to feel funny. It wasn’t until we were in a smoke circle that I began to notice something was wrong. I had trouble forming words and when Grizzly asked me a question all I could muster was a “hi!” This tripped me up and I went inside to go sit down.
This is where my memory starts to get fuzzy. I was mostly left alone as I sat cross-legged on a mat on the floor, but eventually there were three other people sitting around me, with a bottle placed in the center of us. I remember Prism and Josh, a carpenter who was doing some work on the buildings at Triangle Lake, were two of the people surrounding me, but I don’t remember any of the conversation they were having. I just remember getting really spooked at that time and tried to leave.
I don’t know how long it took me to get back to Awen, but I do remember the headlights of a vehicle coming down the hill as I was going up. It was late by the time I made it back in into Carmen Hall, which suggests that I have no memory of what happened after the apparent spin-the-bottle episode. My memory starts to get better as I remember lying there with Awen trying to articulate what was going on, but my words just spiraled into incomprehensible nonsense. She was worried for me, just as I was worried for myself.
The next morning continued on as if nothing ever happened, but I was emotionally jostled for the next few days. Nothing was ever said about what happened the night before, and a part of me was terrified that something happened Because my mother had AIDS, and that is a terror I still battle to this day, I obsessed over the idea that Prism, who was HIV positive, may have done something with me. I’ve since been tested and everything’s fine, but for a while I was terrified that I was raped.
Was that a rational or irrational fear? I’ll never know. What I do know is that they took advantage of my perturbed state by subtly twisting the knife in the following days with their synchronous set-ups, making me feel guilty that I did not choose to spend time with Awen that night, and thus making me work harder than ever before.
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These are today's headlines. All links are found here:
Bitcoin Mining on Track to Consume All of the World’s Energy by 2020( | If we continue to grow energy demand at current rates, in 15,000 years we'll require the same energy that the sun puts out each year
‘Tsunami of data’ could consume one fifth of global electricity by 2025 - Billions of internet-connected devices could produce 3.5% of global emissions within 10 years and 14% by 2040. ( | By 2025 cars will be responsible for 1.5 gigabytes of data per second
Promising to ‘Make Our Planet Great Again,’ Macron lures 13 U.S. climate scientists to France ( | France was the #1 cheerleader of humanitarian bombing of Libya to maintain the Euro and American dollar hegemony
Climate Change Could Take the Air Out of Wind Farms ( | Wind turbines also shut down when it's too windy, so just imagine all those what will happen to all those offshore wind farms when in the new era of superstorms
Thomas fire creating its own weather, expert says (Los Angeles Daily News) | Shitnado
Bakers, farmers struggle to make any dough on poor wheat crop (Reuters) | For shit headline hides shitty bagel crisis - protein deficient wheat.
Dying Ecosystems (Counterpunch)
To Eliminate Fruit Flies, California Farmers Eye Controversial Genetic Tool MIT | When words fail me, you know it's fucked up
U.S. Agricultural Commodity Overproduction Helps Agribusinesses but Hurts World’s Developing World Farmers and the Environment. Is it Even Legal? (Big Picture Agriculture) | When it comes to big bucks big ag doesn't give a fuck
Air pollution fine particles linked to poor sperm quality, says study ( | That's why I don't breathe
Canada is still a rogue state on climate change - Behind the Numbers ( | Canadian and US govs are evil, Canucks and Yanks are not
Using Microsimulation to Estimate the Future Health and Economic Costs of Salmonellosis under Climate Change in Central Queensland, Australia ( | Nothing fishy about that headline
The Dirty Secret of the Global Plan to Avert Climate Disaster ( | BECCS requires land the size of India, yet Sciam says soil degradation rates means human agriculture will end in 50 years. To power 30% of the world with algae ponds requires enough land the size of Argentina. We lost 75 million acres in forest just last year. This is all faerie dust, or the sciency version of cocaine addiction
Industry’s policy on new Indian pollution curbs: ignore them (Asia Times)
Global Conflicts to Watch in 2018 (Atlantic) | Warfare = Corporate welfare queens
You can see talks from the American Geophysical Union meeting this week via live streaming video (free, but registration required) ( | Paul Beckwith will be reporting from Geek heaven on YouTube
2017 Hurricanes and Aerosols Simulation ( | A super excellent video showing how African dust gets washed out of the air by climate change. This has profound ecological implications for the Amazon.
Trump cedes green energy jobs and leadership to China ( | China, our new beacon of hope. 80% of all the solar panels in the world are made in Asia. They are shipped worldwide in cargo ships exempt from emissions controls. China is building the world's biggest rail, pipeline and road network in history. They build enough roads to cross the US twice each year. They pour more cement in 3 years than the US ever has in its history. This kinda bullshit makes me sick.
Shareholders have turned up the heat on the world's 100 biggest polluting companies including Australian firms BHP Billiton, Wesfarmers and Rio Tinto, in the first coordinated global effort by investors to force corporate action on climate change. ( | Wait til they find out corporations don't give a fuck about shareholders
Dead coal mines everywhere are being reincarnated as solar farms( | The liberal zen buddhist green energy wet dream, everlasting life
Climate Change Has Come for Los Angeles ( | Skips over the great unwashed redneck states that urban hipster liberals love to hate
With Climate Change, Tree Die-Offs May Spread in the West ( | Those dead trees are then shipped to Europe as wood pellets where they burn them for "renewable" electricity
The Trump administration is preparing to unveil as soon as this week an expansive offshore oil plan that would open the door to selling new drilling rights in Atlantic waters ( | What about Mars?
Wet wipes make up 93% of matter causing UK sewer blockages: ( | I worked as a maintenance guy in a trailer park, hence my bullshit qualifications. Here's a special link to a trailer park manager's "shiticisms".
US flood risk 'severely underestimated' (
New Satellite-Based Global Drought Severity Index Unveiled by Researchers (Science Daily) | Merry Xmas
Hotter world than predicted may be here by 2100 (Climate News) | I would say by spring
How Fed Rate Hikes Impact US Debt Slaves (WolfStreet)
Oil Producers Turning to Crypto to Solve Sanctions Problems (Luongo) | Peak BitCoin
Sweden: More Signs The World’s Biggest Housing Bubble Is Cracking (ZH)
Trump Tells NASA to Send Americans to the Moon (AFP) | That's a lot of moon flights
Large-scale, long-term alternative to batteries (Quartz) | Who needs LSD when there's shit like this?
France to impose total ban on mobile phones in schools (Telegraph) | The real apocalypse (the one you actually care about) is coming here soon
A quarter trillion dollars is at risk when bitcoin crashes — and that’s just for starters (Axios)
Peak Bitcoin Media-Mania Yet? (Wolf Ricther) | If the media likes it, it's poison
Taxes on Meat Could Join Carbon and Sugar to Help Limit Emissions (Bloomberg) | That only leaves one-third of our diet tax free, salt.
HSBC draws line under Mexican cartel case after five-years on probation (Reuters) | Another shit headline to mask massive drug laundering. The Brits and Yanks are the number money lauderers in the world
Figures show children worst hit by library cuts (Guardian) | If we are going to destroy their planet, what's the big deal about a library?
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Helping The Helpless: Charities are Turning to Bitcoin and Blockchain

When hurricane Irma struck, it left a path of chaos and destruction in its wake stretching from Antigua and Barbuda to Saint Martin, Anguilla, Turks and Caicos, the Bahamas, Cuba, and the United States. The storm, which lasted from August 31 to September 11, stretched across 650 miles and affected at least nine US states. Streets were turned into gurgling rivers, houses and vehicles submerged, power lines and trees snapped like twigs and over a hundred lives lost.
The aftermath of the storm left survivors vulnerable, with no access to clean water, food, and shelter. Communities and charity organizations quickly rose to the occasion, donating cash and Bitcoin. Hovering at $7,000 per coin from just under $1,000 at the beginning of the year, Bitcoin has had a phenomenal year, defying predictions and smashing through several all-time high records. This growth has been fueled by increased usage and adoption of the currency by individuals, businesses, and now charities.
Dogged by recent scandals and calls for more transparency, charities are turning to the blockchain and its financial instrument, cryptocurrency, for example, CVH coin, to make donation records easily accessible and accountable. Transactions on the blockchain are recorded on an immutable, public ledger distributed across hundreds of thousands of computers for anyone to see and verify. Due to its distributed nature, records on the blockchain cannot be altered in any way.
“Traditionally, you can’t get your money back or determine how it’s being used,” Michael Yeung, a founder of blockchain-based charity organization Grace Token, told NYTimes. “Now we can specify a time or conditions for each donation.”
Bitcoin, the first cryptocurrency, was created in 2009 as a digital asset for peer-to-peer transactions without intermediaries over a public distributed ledger called a blockchain. Because everything is tracked, Bitcoin enables donors to easily see where their donation goes to after it leaves their wallet. “You’ve seen numerous scandals where charitable donations end up being used for operating costs,” said Andreas Antonopoulos, a Bitcoin expert, “It’s very difficult to see where a donation is going, but this could change that”
This tracking mechanism is ushering a new era of transparency for both donors and charity, deepening their connection to humanitarian causes by providing them with a tool to see how their donations are being used.
For Brad Hines, a digital marketing strategist in Boston, all he wanted to do when he sent funds from his Bitcoin wallet to the Red Cross, was to help those whose lives had been devastated by the flood using an incorruptible medium.
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