Rice Univ: I forgot to mention alot of things, including that you could cancel out that onus of the “mystery” around your founding by the cleansingness of assisting with this real attempt to assist the real Universe out of all this “system.” Colleges & Us.
C. 1940, Erich Mendelsohn, Walter Peterhans, Ludwig Hilberseimer and Ludwig Mies van der Rohe in Chicago. Photo courtesy the Ludwig Karl Hilberseimer Archive, Ryerson and Burnham Archives, The Art Institute of Chicago. I’ll make a better copy soon.
— Looking for an illustration for “Weimar” because that’s where the “Vanity Fair” novel now is as it’s nearing toward its end I recall that these guys are basically from the original Bauhaus in Weimar, and then they’d come over here away from the WWII. This wouldn’t really have that much meaning to anyone but myself, because I’d spent the 10+ years in the library designed by that architect on the far-right here, Ludwig Mies van der Rohe, and the one on the far-left is like my nemesis, Eric Mendelsohn architect and big member of the old MARS group of modern architects researching urban planning for the planet. — The click-on isn’t working, not even to show that I’d actually gotten a normal Permission for use of this photo from architect Hilberseimer, from his papers, there greeting Mendelsohn on his arrival to Chicago. Weimar Germany is a big deal and I’m surprised to see it in the VF, written in 1848 as though circa 1825. — Bach was Eric Mendelsohn’s favorite music and I’d looked up a little about Bach and it seems they’d been a big family in Weimar/Thuringia it was called (very confusing and I’d spent 3 years in Germany, etc.) I got the feeling that maybe the system-psychopaths had cannibalized the Bach spread-out family all through that area and that that’s where the system got this concept that they’d inherited musical talents, that have become the music everywhere today. “What a feeling!” they can have it all and are dancing for their lives! Take their passion! and make it happen, you can have it all now we’re dancing for our lives, such the thing, high on the Bach families’ brains and hearts and other parts. Today, Saturday 12/7 now, I just finished the VF novel and am full of comments about what I’ve picked up so far on it. I’ll jot them as possible at the bottom of the next, the Exorcism, file/post, and then tonight I’ll have to go back and read the Introduction where the writer had warned you to read the book first unless you want to learn the plot and the ending before reading the story, which I’m reading the story because I’m trying to keep my sanity while being this ghost-prisoner victim and so I’m really just reading the stories to keep my mind out of this gutter that the, same as the “Vanity Fair’s” Thackeray, that the same system has and is manipulating all over me, trying to ignore that and make some sort of use of this “downtime” is why I’m novel-reading, had tried to start with that “Wuthering Heights” but reading about the poor Bronte children I’d noticed this Thackeray and Dickens business and gotten onto Thackeray’s biggest-seller, and then maybe I’ll have to do some research around this murder mystery that Dickens perpetrated onto civilization as this global-system was trying to grab everywhere for themselves — which reminds me that the other big thing about the VF is that it ends with a character writing the History of the Punjaub, the Punjab region where alot of then that type of the character and likely Dickens’ also had perpetrated out and around from.
from AG Bell’s notebook on the first successful transmission, him yelling for Watson.
Looking for the copyright on the golem picture isn’t going so well again yet. — I haven’t done a thing on it, because of all these “tricks” and pranks and hogwash to cover up everything from the Armageddon bums. I’d be supposed to write to either a rabbi and or the big newspaper’s online version and those are difficult for me because, as this gets worse and worse, their whole world is parasitic off of me, but this torture would scream bloody murder maybe over my using the little illustration in trying to describe the system they’ve built. I’ll have to get back to this soon.
[1892 invitation for Marconi to visit Bell in Nova Scotia.]
… because he’d [Alexander Graham Bell] spilled acid on himself. My point is that his drawing hallucino-looks like a face involved in this telegraphy, which had grown to become these computers. The “bums” didn’t let my Mel Weinberg’s obituary photo-set through yet today. Then it might go off accidentally and be here at any time for all I can ever be sure of. —
I’ll have to fill-in all the description from yesterday, wherever it’s wound up now. I have to put this here like this for overnight.
Oct. 23. Why the NYT picked this 1980 photo for Mel Weinberg’s 2018 obituary got me to looking more closely at it and I notice that the camera-person on the far-right does look like Samuel Samuel’s brother Marcus Samuel, the 2 in big petroleum business together at the turn of the last century, c. 1900, and now I’m noticing copies of them and in business together here in Houston, so I think this photograph was emblematic of that generational sneaking-around, of that conspiracy’s going on, is why it was chosen for Abscam’s “American Hustle” Mel Weinberg last year. The photo just reached here right now and I have to sign off early today again, to try to get back to this and the fair use credit for the AP photo that I want for this. I’m having difficulty with the golem-image’s attribution for a permission. There might be a connection with Mr. Weinberg.
Forget Louie, the guy with the microphone is the same “type” as Paul Wegener who’d played “The Golem” in the circa 1914 trilogy. I can’t find a perfect (PD) illustration of him yet. https://universerescuekathyfoshaywordpresscom.wordpress.com/testimonial/paul-wegener-and-family-der-golem/
cropped close-up for the guy on the far right.
I’ll have to try to look for an example from the left side.
Also it’s coming to my attention that the “Abscam” seems to have been a prelude to all this “magic” and the serotonin-distributing industry-set. Abscam was said to be abbreviation for Arab scam I think is how it goes, and then this inundation of “magic” and synchronicity and pictures everywhere and secrecy about everything down to today have followed so much that it’s the same perpetrators as I have on me, that I’d had them “Abscam” all over me when I got out of the Army and back to the states circa 1978 and the same “group from the Bronx” that’s been parasiting on me since 1960 has just continued in the same pattern, making it the “Abs-camera” for having the fraud-parent okaying the invasion of privacy or advocating for it or whatever when I’d come back to the states and moved out to San Francisco, and then to everything we’ve only got today, to where this “Receptor” book just published this year is a dumbed-down person’s explanation for where the “soma” of the “1984” novel comes from, tricking dumbed-down people that it doesn’t come from human brain of other people’s. Then also there’s some big murky-confusing deal for me to try to figure out to be able to explicate about how in 1991 I’d been hearing the political names Giuliani and Giuliano over and over and it did seem a little ominous and then in 1992-93 I got dumped with this “Armageddon Show” that I was jealous of a girl obstensively named Julie, that looks alot like a female-counterpart of this “microphone-guy” I’m trying to find out the name of, along with all these other horror-details, and the system is still doing this “Julie-” script onto me, and now I see I’m ghost-prisoner here for the winter and that the Secretary of Defense turns out to be one of those 1991 names I’d been hearing over and over again as though there was some significance beyond the ordinary to the names. I’ve got all kinds of things piled onto me, and then it got worse again with while I’m down the parasites are attacking, 2 of them this morning, just pawns the system has sitting around not doing much anyway to be thrown at (little, tiny) me whenever. I’m trying to make a file of the cellphone-sends so that when it gets so bad that I have to jot self-defense notes they’d get onto here somewhere… I’ll trim this soon, the point isn’t to take away from these particular good pictures.
— I’m going to try to get a still of the 1980/81 60 Minutes interview of Mike Wallace with Mel Weinberg where Wallace turns with a remote control as though saying “Presto!” and turning on the bar television to show some shots from that Abscam business, that to me that’s like the moment that this “black-‘magic'” and inferno-age were initiated, everything downhill since then, the system lying and growing stronger, like today, for instance, 11/22/19, off of me.
https://www.dailytelegraph.com.au/news/today-in-history/cias-black-sorcerer-scientist-sidney-gottlieb-was-a-master-of-poisons-and-mind-control/news-story/0a3cfb3c031674db9747f0c7c64588dd == The middle photo, while he was at Senate hearings, [in 1977 the caption reads,] who’s the guy on his left/our right there. I’m always trying to find a photo of John Cusack of the Federal Bureau of Narcotics. The ones I’d found recently don’t look anything like the one I’d seen back in 2015 when I’d first gotten onto computers again.
[– The Kinzer biography on Gottlieb says that that other guy was his lawyer, Terry Lenzner. I’d happened to have brought about 100 pages of this, maybe near to 200, up to Mr. Lenzner’s office around 2010 or 2011, on a Veterans Day, for some reason someone had answered his office phone and said they’d be open so I brought this big bunch of this type of “Ghent Altarpiece-Armageddon” material up to there I think on Rhode Island Avenue in DC but they’d never acknowledged receipt or any contact, etc. I never hear back from anyone or have anything positive come out of all these efforts. I don’t recall the specific reason I’d thought of Mr. Lenzner as possibly being interested in any of all this offhand, some work he’d been doing back then that I’d come across, maybe to do with the Deep Throat business, back around those days.]
— I came across this because of some mention about Gottlieb’s having been Jewish, me reading on that all day yesterday because of some other mix-up onto me. And Arthur Miller — normal people persistently don’t catch on, even me, realizing that the playwright had only married to sabotage Ms. Monroe, Norma Jean Baker, just yesterday. — Wow, there’s a whole biography finally out on Gottlieb. Maybe I’ll be able to find out where in the Bronx he was from. It just came out, by Stephen Kinzer. His 2007 book on Nicaragua had had something in it I’d kept trying to pin down that had finally dwindled away somehow. I’d found, in that book and-or another book on Nicaragua by a guy named Stephen or Steven, something alluding to that that Iran-Contra business had had some little time-warp to it, to that photograph’s being taken:
Nicaragua; Sandinista returning Hasenfus; from a biography on Ronald Reagan, I think by Richard Reeves, ck date.
The caption above the photo reads in full about this bottom photo, the above photo being of four killed soldiers and just a sentence about that and then: Reagan’s secret foreign policy began to unravel in October 1986, when a cia (the culinary inst. of course,) plane supplying contra insurents was shot down. There was one survivor, a Wisconsin man named Eugene Hasenfus, captured by the Sandinistas (below). “There is no [United States] government connection,” said Reagan of the incident. But, of course, there was. Reagan had the NSC secretly avoid congressional antiwar mandate by soliciting funding from foreign countries, most notably Saudi Arabia and Bruei, and private donors, calling the contras the “moral equivalent” of America’s Founding Fathers. — My suspicious mind is focused on that photo credit though, found at the back of the Reeves biography, that there’s something bigtime wrong with the situation around the photo’s being taken. While on the subject, that Sandanista is like the big Stereotype all over the world for the Autists. I call them the Anthony-type, after Anthony of Burgundy. While looking for the photo I finally recalled the main thing I’d hoped to be able to find today and I’ll try to do that now.
This is meant to reference the 2009 book, “Breakshot,” by Kenji Gallo and Randazzo V because it seems it’s very inter-connected to all this Armageddon “Program” off of me. — Oct. 28, I just realized that the guy with the microphone is a big stereotype involved in all this and that I’ve been waiting on a permission to use a photo of one of them from this Breakshot book and now I could just refer to this reporter character here in order to try to discuss the correlation between that book and my Armageddon situation. I haven’t had a chance to try to trace this photo yet and have to leave the library for today but will get back to this manana.
Oct. 29; Today’s real bad and then I’d stumbled into double-checking on the resemblance between the type like the guy with the microphone, that I still haven’t been able to check the circumstances around that AP photo yet to maybe find out who he is, and these photos I’d been seeing from the film “Der Golem” as I’m searching on the subject of the actor Paul Wegener and then I realized that Wegener is the same as the guy with the microphone who then is the same as that Golem in the film and in looking more closely into this it gets more and more. So is the subject of the “Wuthering Heights” Bronte family that I’d hoped to be able to search-engine on today, and now the library-time is already about up and it’s cold and lousy and getting dark out there anymore once that time-change is done again this weekend, the torture enjoying this cutting down my time torture, weather-torture, etc. Dear, that reminds me, the guy who writes that old National Lampoon The Appletons cartoon is also one of these guys, I’ve been thinking about trying to write to him about all this and haven’t done so yet. I read that the system is publishing an anthology of his The Appletons and that Timberland Trails, due out next spring. One could check for the little file on them in the Stereotypes post down #20 from here on the blogroll. I’ve been trying to compare his cheekbones with Sophia Loren’s but the torture’s been making getting the PD photos from when she was a 15-year old bathing beauty difficult to get to here. “Let me” see if I can find the link…. https://UniverseRescuekathyfoshaywordpresscom.wordpress.com/testimonial/Sophia-Loren-1934-Rome/
I’m almost positive those are all clear PDs but this torture will take every sniggle of a doubt I might ever have about anything as though I’m therefore incorrect about whatever the subject is and therefore do things like making getting her photo to the Stereotypes section different or I really don’t know what to this whole blog unless I go verify that, unlike Wegener’s Golem photos all of these are clear both in this country and their country of origin in case anyone in another country ever wants to look at this blog, so I’ll go do that now but then that’s all there’s time for today, and they wouldn’t let the few Sends I’d tried to send to here get through, I never know why, what any objections might be to anything, etc. — I removed the ones that seem shaky on copy rights.
Oct. 30, I’ll put this at the end of the next/the exorcism post, this being a click-on to that.
11/25, here’s the new one, Wm. Makepeace Thackeray, 1811-63, “Vanity Fair” author:
William Makepeace Thackeray, 1811-1863
But there’s more, in trying to look into this “Wuthering Heights”/Bronte family business:
Arthur Bell Nicholls, d. 1906, Ireland, had married Charlotte (“Jane Eyre” author,) the year before she’d passed at age 38, circa 1854 offhand recollection, even though I have the note in my pocket I could check right now, really I’m thinking maybe I could get the copy of Vanity Fair today instead of a whole day’s trip for it tomorrow, so now to look for the same image of this Nicholls guy as the cellphone isn’t sending, and-or I could turn that on and try that too now maybe. — Wiki says that this is AB Nicholls but the other photo is of a different person, that I’d found in a book and I don’t recall noticing where its photo credits were, I’ll have to double-check on it tonight:
Arthur Bell Nicholls, 1819 Killead, Ireland=ck -1906 Banagher, Ireland — I can’t get “them” to let the photo of the photo in the Catherine Reef recent book, The Bronte Sisters, that that book has a whole different person as being AB Nicholls. This one looks like Johns Hopkins (1795-1873) to me offhand. Then I’m thinking that the Bronte patriarch looks something like Jan Purkinje the brain anatomist, maybe. That peculiar “Wuthering Heights” book might have been psycho-inspired by this pecular assistant to the patriarch-pastor Bronte, Patrick Bronte, 1777-1861. I’m about ready to quit for today because this other neighborhood’s library doesn’t require to have this devil-parade that comes along with me. I did however find the Sidney Gottlieb new biography, only biography I think, here. I might not even peek at it till I get back to the room tonight, but I also have to find some big novel to immerse myself in over this four days without a library being open and then on that Monday I’ve got the oxygen tank-replacement delivery coming sometime that day so I might even get cabin fever-stuck in that room for five days, except for a couple of errands I’d have to run anyway but being alone in that room isn’t healthy for me so I’m looking for something to take my mind off of all this typing and work I can’t get to a library to be getting done. It’s real unlikely I’d have the nerve to be able to fill-in all that Iran-Contro inter-interconnected business crawling around in my mind, along with this bizarre Victorian Bronte family situation, mush-mush going on in my head along with my own 64 years of things that I’m just catching onto now. The thing with the Iran-Contra thing — I’ve got someone doing some LURE weird c*** to me now, wherever I go there’s the secret devil-parade, — is Claude Dubois, the Montreal large-familied gangster/”drug” dealer, me figuring that he’d been serotonin-distributing, say. Around 1984 he’s said to have gone to prison but I couldn’t find out the name of the prison and I suspect he’d gotten some substitute to do his time for him while he’d gone out and about and maybe west and then south into the U.S. There’s some newer Claude Dubois that’s a singer-entertainer and hasn’t anything to do with this notorious drug-dealer, but somehow I think there’s an interconnection into then this particular Iran-Contra photograph with Hasenfus in it. I’ll have to live with all those nano-details whirring in my mind, is why I’d be looking for a copy of Vanity Fair tomorrow and believe it or not there are only 2 branch libraries that seem to have a copy of it, me tired of all the bad trips to the central library that I’ve had over this past year or so now, like I’m trying to avoid the place anymore and so had come way out here to look for and luckily found the Gottlieb. I was going to just look to see what they have on the Bronx but then it occurred to me that the book’s title is “Poisoner In Chief” and really I’ve been being poisoned nearly every day for 10 years now, hallucino-poisoned maybe it is. I’d mentioned this here maybe in April, that I’d only gotten one lab result back on these sputum specimens and it had said something about — what do they call doo-doo, e. coli something or another -related had come up in one finding in all these 10 years of this’s happening to me, I’d mentioned that in April and then the poison seemed to have changed to some much milder form of poison, I’d barely gotten around to mentioning that that had then happened this past April, the poison formula had seemed to be less terrible, that I wake up with some sort of garbage in the back of my throat every morning, etc. Now however I’d just been to some home oxygen-recertification and they’d had some little 6 question survey about your symptoms and I’d said that I don’t have much difficulty from phlegm or mucus or coughing, and then this poison’s been getting worse, me fearing that the torturers think that this c*** in my throat when I wake up is somehow defined as being phlegm or mucus and it isn’t either of those things so I’d marked that those aren’t a problem for me and this poison’s been growing worse, so then coincidentally this book is about Gottlieb’s work with poisons so I figure I might as well look into more of like that because if anyone recalls, haha, that when I’d moved into this rooming house last year there’d been some Gottlieb-like character that had sort of pointed out a roadside grave and then turned with his old white dog or what to go in the opposite direction, and then maybe the same guy or type had wished me to enjoy the sunshine the other day, and then I’m starting to think there are whole female stereotypes that have been croaching in on me too there lately. The number of stereotypes of strangers that are all over me is unreal, all kinds of people that I haven’t any connection to whatsoever this Armageddon Program sends after me every day, like combatants out against me and in reality there’s absolutely not any connection whatsoever, it’s just how the system’s been hallucino-taking over the earth, etc.
Open Street map depiction of Sidney Gottlieb’s 1918-1936 location toward the top right (I haven’t checked what actually arrived here yet,) on Boynton Avenue around E. 172nd St., Bronx, NY, and on the left-top area is where Leon Trotsky had spent 3 months until that October/Bolshevik business called him back to Russia right away then, him at Vyse Avenue and 172nd Street, and then I guess it’s on here too where I’d gone from the birth-hospital to live in 1955 on Longfellow Avenue east of Vyse Avenue, and 172nd St. — Uhhuh, only this latter one is on there okay. Trotsky’s apartment-area is just visible but you can’t see the name Vyse Avenue, at the far left where 172nd Street can be seen, and it’s that NE corner, under the P.S. 50 and just above whatever those 2 little squares are. Sidney Gottlieb’s old house though didn’t even get onto this copy, it’s 3 blocks to the east of that Evergreen Street and 172nd Street. My point is that this is in conjunction with the photograph that looks like a high school or college yearbook type photograph, ostensibly of Mr. Gottlieb when he was young, and nearly anyone that knows much about things could see that maybe Mr. Gottlieb had looked alot like Leon Trotsky, that it’s pretty obvious. I’ll have to check the dates. Gottlieb was born in August 1918. When was that Russian “revolution” though, is “October revolution” the same as “Bolshevik revolution” and details like that. I only know what Trotsky’d looked like recently from trying to research this “Limitless” novel to explain that while they are high on human brains they feel “limitless!” but when the high wears off they’re only their regular selves again, that it’s like an illusion or some “metaphysical impossibility” that their high would be remaining to seem like they own the planet, that alot has happened since Trotsky and Diego Rivera and everybody historical’s day. — The first elementary school that I’d gone to is that P.S. 66 that’s just north of that big round school-depiction in the left-center of this map portion (Open Street Map dot org.) I cannot get “them” to let through my photo of the youth-photograph in this 2019 Stephen Kinzer biography on Gottlieb or you could see for yourself that anyone — I’d better go check when that revolution was, if it wasn’t 1917, the Trotskys leaving around November 1917 then I think I’d read, then Gottlieb couldn’t have been “from” him. — Nowadays it’s called the Russian revolution and seems to have taken place from March to November. Maybe the Trotskys had left NY in March, is more like what that had sounded like. — Okay, he left in March 1917…. That would be a long gestation. I can’t guess how they “grow” the embryoes. Baby-Gottlieb had been born with both feet clubbed. I’ll have to drop this whole subject for now I guess. — December 4, 2019, Somewhere I should be able to reach anybody for the question of if there was ever any interaction between Dr. Gottlieb and the Soviet defector to here named Pyotr/Peter Deriabin, because Deriabin (pronounced Der-ya-bin I’d read,) was a major way that the system turned here to the cannibal-system, and I don’t really be able to guess what about the “brain-harvesting” business is but I think-suspect that Mr. Deriabin and my/the fraud-parent were genetically-close. If Gottlieb had had to have interaction with Deriabin that might have been a huge factor in all this.
I figure I might as well move this to here since it’s a big mishmash. I don’t want to let it go because it might be bigger than I’m able to describe yet because I don’t have any witness or assistance in any way, shape or form; something scary for little me all alone that’s nevertheless perhaps even way less threatening than I can only guess it might be.