TOTAL INFORMATION ANALYSIS

Tuesday, December 30, 2003

The Beatles were chosen by military-intelligence front EMI for a specific purpose. That purpose may have have even been telegraphed by the choice of name given to their new drummer, Ringo Starr.

The purpose?

To introduce into the consciousness of young people the kind of music of the cult of Dionysus and the Baal priesthood, consisting of heavy, repetitive atonal sounds. Repeated listening to such music can transform the younger gerneration's state of mind into one focused more on libido and away from the world around them, including systems of control.

How was this done? Having chosen the Beatles as the prime vehicle to introduce this music, it would be done through the Beatles themselves. What if the songwriters for the Beatles, McCartney and Lennon (particularly McCartney who more often wrote the music for Lennon's lyrics), was induced to write the exact tunes the controllers wanted?

How?

Advanced technology. Beaming the music directly into his head. Yes, synthetic telepathy. The Illuminati's occult science could have been advanced enough by the early 60s to have taken Tesla technology to such a level, with or without implants. (Reports of radio-receiver tooth implants can be dated as early as 1953.) And for a project as important as the Beatles, no holds would be barred.

So, this accounts for how many of those early melodies were born full-fledged in McCartney's head. McCartney may have been the chief target since he was typically in charge of the music. (Lennon's lyrics were of secondary importance. He would be following the record company's intructions to write about teenage love, regardless.)

For evidence of the power this music had over its listeners' state of mind, see Lennon's comments in his 1971 Playboy interview about the "Satyricon" that was the Beatles' early touring years:



our tours were like something else, if you could get on our tours you were in. Just think of Satyricon, with four musicians going through it.

Would you go to a town, a hotel ... Wherever we went, there was always a whole scene going. We had our four bedrooms separate from-tried to keep 'em out of our room, and Derek and Neil's rooms were always full of junk and whores and fuck knows what. And policemen, everything. Satyricon, you know. We really . . .well, we had to do something. . . . Such a heavy scene it was.



Then came August 1964. Bob Dylan introduced The Beatles to cannabis. LSD was right around the corner. As Lennon said "They invented LSD to control us, but it freed us instead." (paraphrase, Playboy 1980 interview.) LSD can tear down old mental paradigms and help build new ones. That can be useful in mind control when the subject is not aware of what is happening; but not so much when he is, and is self-directing the trip. The Illuminati was aware of this by the early 60s. Perhaps Paul was poisoned so he would be unable to take LSD.

But it would not matter, for McCartney was soon using prodigious amounts of cannabis. Research indicates "stimulation of the cannabinoid receptor may reduce the human brains susceptibility to external frequencies that are currently being used in frequency mind-control experiments and/or weapons testing." LINK.

So even as the Beatles were becming wildly popular, they were breaking free of the mind control. The controllers began going into damage-control mode with HELP! It was decided the Beatles were "too busy" at that time to write all of their own songs. So a number were bought from one Theo Adorno in what was purported to be an anonymous open call. But Adorno in fact delivered the tunes desired by the Illuminati. Perhaps he was a knowing Illuminati/Tavistock agent or front man. Or perhaps he was receiving the toons as Paul had been earlier.

But after Help!, all hell broke loose as far as the Illuminati were concerned. The Beatles, insanely popular and no longer under contract, had all the leverage. They were writing their own music, and sure, it was rock and roll, but not the fine-tuned melodies written for mass programming. Paul's innate songwriting ability, in particular, (re)emerged with a vengeance. And the lyrics! Consciousness-raising stuff like Nowehere Man, Taxman, Think For Yourself, Eleanor Rigby . . .

So the behind-the-scenes fighting had really kicked into high gear. The Beatles and Brian are sneaking around the globe trying to find another label. The Illuminati are desperately trying to control their prized agents of social change. As the months drag into years, it becomes evident the ultimate step must be taken. The decision is made. A look-alike, Bill Sheppard, has quietly been located.

September 1966. Paul and Brian are killed. The other Beatles are totally freaked out by his gruesome death scene. They're talked into covering up his death for the sake of the (mind-controlled) fans out there, many of which the boys *know* from experience are psychotic in their "love" for The Beatles. By making such an agreement, the boys are inexorably compromised . . .

Thus begins the next chapter in the long, strange saga of BEATLES . . .

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