1947
In the ancient sol-time of our ancestors, somewhere in the ancient American west, in the year 1947, the work began in earnest.
The few then who had knowledge of the beginnings of The Project, never had the glorious opportunity to witness any of the ongoing research come to fruition. That would come much, much later. They could sense, though, in spite of how compartmentalized it all was, how grand a concept it surely was, being tallied and quantified in all the laboratories and secret facilities.
Those who knew and those who did not, all, felt it, with every decade that passed, each subsequent generation unknowingly expected to sacrifice just a little bit more, as the infinitely black shadow of the ever-tripling budget that fueled The Project’s research, development, and eventual proliferation, became incalculable. It was like throwing money into a black-hole.
If only those ancients of the twentieth-centuries knew then, how accurate that analogy truly is, today.
What went up, however, always seemed to come crashing back down. But that didn’t stop any of them.
Meanwhile, the naive Scientological and Technological groups of that aeon were gluttonous children that made the same mistakes we yet continue to make in our age today. They allowed themselves to be deceived by their own ancient ideas. Ancient concepts which caused them to look in all the embarrassingly wrong directions.
Most looked up and out, hoping for the often theorized and prayed for, in those days anyway, alien-overlord races to arrive and save them, that they might be abducted away to a land of alien plenty, to lay prostrate at the feet of their technologically superior gods. They hadn’t realized, even in their somewhat advanced twentieth century, that they themselves continued to think like the supposed-savage cultures which their academic literature back then described as being so obviously, ancient.
Like the child learning his language, they ignorantly placed new word-labels over tired ideas, and lost hold of where the supposed modern thought was rooted.
This is why we, still today, uncover more data daily with the assistance of M.A.S.E., confirming what our Capital anthropolemics have long hypothesized: that a significant and severe global psychoses absolutely ravaged the early twentieth centuries of our beloved ancients.
We see clearly now, the road that led them to their demise, ending in the great global catastrophe known to us as World War Three. We, today, know little of the heartbreak of war, and they had experienced at least three which spanned our entire planet.
War and chaos. Destruction and death. Man, competing with Man. Man, competing with, himself. It wasn’t all horrifying though.
As war-planners and elite men of the age busied themselves with dividing up their spoils after the first two world wars, there were smaller groups of curious individuals who were working secretly on something that might render the ancient craft of war null-and-void. The secrets of Consciousness were beginning to tell, as much as they had been trying to show.
To those few, that early Invisible College, the future of mankind looked as though it were rapidly brightening. That the dark-times of a post-war planet, were finally becoming enlightened. And yet, as would seem to always happen, outsiders of powerful men saw this dawning revelatory knowledge not as the birthing of some newly illuminated golden-age of Man, but contrarily found reason to be suspicious and fearful of the new thing lurking in their own scientific and technological shadows.
When did the empire of that time awaken to the potential world-morphing power in what they had discovered? The early government sought solace in the guidance of the dying church of the age, which declared supposed one-offs like Daniel Dunglas Home as naught but a plaything of the devil himself, and to be avoided and shunned at all costs.
The policy seemed to be, that if you hide it away, man will be none the wiser and therefore continue in obedience to the western god and, more importantly, the aging doctrine of The Church and its lengthy political arms.
Suffice to say that by the time individuals like Pat Price appeared, of whom so few of you know anything about, his work only solidified their already growing ignorant fears. Men and Women, like Ingo Swann, walking into the laboratories of Stanford Research Institute, were the prophets of a new age that every aging giant attempts to swat away frustratedly. The proverbial writing, was all over the wall.
From that point onward, all research was swept-up and locked away.
What began as talks in 1950, were agreed upon in principal by the ancient west aligned nations in 1955, with the Counter Protocol Measures being officially and fully ratified and enacted, upon final acceptance by the handful of remaining eastern nations, in 1975.
The Counter Protocol Measures Initiative, had attained global reach.
The number one enemy of the empire, the giant of that time, and the focus of every department and agency in their increasing worldwide network, became what was internally referred to as, the cancer.
Why, “cancer”?
As with most things in life, the answer is actually quite simple. It remains even today, a fine art of deception, to hijack terminology. Spy-craft reigned most supreme in those days, and their art of concept-manipulation was brilliant as it was terrifying.
The childishly perceived threat, of an expansion of global consciousness, to their governmental dominance, caused a sort of cataclysmic panic since unheard of.
The rate at which it, “the cancer”, was discovered to spread and evolve, was on par with the most aggressive of actual cancers known to attack the weak and fragile human frame of that era, and, was found to be in every human being, at different stages of growth…from birth.
This “cancer” was known by the common man as self-awareness, and yet, because of the considerable counter-intelligence initiatives in those suspicious days, the overwhelmingly vast majority of humanity remained ignorant of the greater potentials of such a thing.
To the ever-lurking gaze of the government in that darkened time, Man himself became…dangerous.
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[The preceding text is an excerpt from the prologue to my book, Resnik’s Abyss, available at Amazon. I make little or no money on this book (see below image), and have it listed for sale at or near the minimum price that Amazon allows. While I absolutely recommend the paperback edition, it is my understanding that with an Amazon Prime membership you can read the ebook version for free.]
"Resnik", which appears as a proper name in Serbia, Bosnia and Croatia, means, according to all evidence, “the one who is searching for truth”.
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