Jabbed At Gunpoint: Tropical Mémoire

Jim Jones was a CIA red flag: was it a dress rehearsal?

Brazil series:
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Brazil's Free Speech Garrotte A Globalist Plot (Apr 11, 2024)
Brazil Bans X; Politicians Fall In Line - Censorship goes live worldwide (Aug 31, 2024)

Nov 5, 2021

I was a youth living in Trinidad, WI, when the news of the massacre came over the radio. In Guyana, just 400 miles away, a crazed preacher had persuaded hundreds of his followers to drink a poison. Rescuers had arrived to find no-one alive, just bodies, laying where they had fallen, plastic cup in hand, under the outdoor chapel and across the fields where they had tilled crops, grown food.

I had no reason to doubt, as a youth with undeveloped critical faculties. I was 16 at the time. Yet the story presented itself with a mix of gore and wonder: The Flavor Aid laced with cyanide (the actual brand they drank) — they had not given assent and some resisted. They ran into the bush, we would learn, to escape death. They were chased.

Decades later I would read that many of the bodies had bullet holes. They had drunk the poison at gunpoint. For days after the massacre, shadowy troops had pursued the refusniks (a term repurposed by the state-corporatist media for those who refuse the Covid jab) into the forest. Very few came out alive. In fact the survivors of the Jonestown massacre were largely connected to the perpetrators.

Lost in the South American jungle you would be fortunate to escape reptile predators, let alone humans. Who were those gunmen? Researchers have suggested British-trained Guyanese soldiers. Others have pointed out that the land Jim Jones used for his People’s Temple had previously been owned by the CIA and use to train guerillas headed for Angola.

Today, almost 50 years later, I read the following:

"The generals in Australia, our leadership, are forcing us (troops), they're training us on our training grounds in urban warfare and were practicing pulling people out of their houses, with medical staff and then force-injecting them are then we are practicing running into the bush and catching thirst that are running away. WTF is that about?” [1]

The comment is from a friend, unattributed. But then from Canada: "In North West Territories in Saskatchewan there is a reserve called Black Lake. The authorities are telling women and children to get the jab... they are forcing them out of their homes and they have run into the bush with their children." [2]

In both countries the first targets are the first nations.

Heritage

My grandparents were very much Torontonians but they raised me with a love for the folk tales of Canada. In their generation the focus was more on the French or Anglo fur-trappers than the indigenous people but they bought me moccasins, the first pair when I was a toddler, as a link to my land (I do not have the simplicity of one land of my fathers. I must pay homage to three mothers, as a Canadian of South African heritage and a Briton of Welsh descent).

My grandfather was a child of his time and later wrote a eugenicist book on the study of skull and head shape as indicator of intelligence... He was descended from the South African side (Umhlali and Port Elizabeth).

Even so he loved Canada's ancients and kept with him throughout his life a totem pole he'd carved as a boy. It was still in his garden when he went into a nursing home at the age of 100. He was sharp as a tight button every day of his life. What would Grandpa have made of this genocide?

Into dark

Jonestown is not the worst-case scenario. The lesson is not the poison. It's what Jim Jones did to their minds.

Rape is forcible entry, into vein, mouth, heart, the very essence. Why do we only define rape as the sex organs — and yet talk so blithely about penetrating the blood-brain barrier?

If not sex, what do they want? It's not about the vaccine. It's not about forcing you to accept the passport. Yielding your personal biological identity is to give up the most intimate thing you possess. They are trying to rape the whole of humanity.

The bully, the rapist, says the only way you will be left alone is if you surrender your most intimate possession, your soul. And people have acquiesced in rape. We are just the few who refused to accept the chalice of Flavor Aid.

We are standing at the verge of the forest, taking one last look back in horror at what our friends and family agreed to before we plunge headlong into the twilight of moss, bark and tendrils, wondering how far to the other side of the jungle.

For days after the Jonestown poisoning the gunmen pursued the escapees into the shadows, hunting them down, shooting at stragglers and waiting for even the strongest to tire before, presumably, executing them.

Most of those who were not caught died in the forest, bitten by snakes or starved. Only a handful made it out in dubious circumstances. It seems that whoever wrote the script needed a couple of first-hand witnesses to the screenplay.

Whoever they are it is already clear what they represent: the dark side. They want you to bow down to evil. Misery likes company. They know they are doomed and they want to take you with them. They don't want you to survive and there is nothing you can do in the face of their endless demands to make them stop if you agree to a single one: they want your soul.

My body

If people don't want the risk and hard work of shouldering responsibility, or if they are not competent, do they have the right to pass those responsibilities to a guardian, to the state? For that binds the rest of us.

Is slavery a human right? There is no freedom without responsibility. Without responsibility there is no freedom.

Do you have a screaming room — an ass-reaming room — in which you can plumb your inner depths and extract vengeance upon retailers, service-suppliers, officials and employers whom you defy?

Feel your spine, not with your hands, silly! Does the electricity course up and down! Now you think about it, it does, doesn't it! Locate your anger. Where does it reside? You are ready. Vent your spleen. Feel the plexus tremble, extend your arms to let your lungs expand.

Dark Daniel

Upon a time, I was invited to join the dark side. I was asked only once. After I hesitated, the person would never reply to my calls or emails again.

In Jonestown deacons distributed the communion Kool-Aid in paper cups to the entire congregation and at the appropriate point in the service they all raised the cup and downed it. When the time came, cyanide was added.

They assumed people would follow their training and compliance. Many did not. Their opponents were ready.

It is said that Jim Jones had a friend. Dan Mitrione taught torture techniques to the Brazilian police, using beggars for demonstrations with electrical wires. The legend is that he applied them to the genitals but Brazilians say there's nothing he could have taught the police that they didn't already know.

Maybe there was more to Mitrione's technique beyond electrical wires, fingernails and private bits.

Wikipedia says after two years in Belo Horizonte (1960-62) Mitrione was transferred to Rio de Janeiro. But Brazilian researchers say Mitrione was based in Belo Horizonte until he left for Uruguay in 1970, apart from a two-year rotation back to Washington.

That August of 1970, when I was a child in Rio de Janeiro, Mitrione was kidnapped by Uruguayan Tupamaro guerrillas just days after arriving in Montevideo.

Why would Wikipedia contradict several Brazilian researchers who quote foreign ministry entry/exit records?

The first Jonestown

In Apr 1962, Jim Jones arrived in Brazil. According to Wikipedia, Jones was motivated by fears of nuclear war and the shelter of Brazilian mountains was considered one of the safer locations.

Jones, his wife and children settled in the south side of Belo Horizonte, in Barrio Santo Antonio, about 30 minutes drive from Mitrione was living in the district of Independência.

Until a recent protest, Brazilian authorities name a road in honour of Dan Mitrione, in Bairro das Indústrias, next to José Carlos da Mata Machado.

The myth of Mitrione is that he represented democracy and his opponents were communists. Yet few saw any benefit from this supposed war against communist forces — communists that had been financed by the same tycoons and oligarchs that now pleaded victimhood.

As evidence they offered up public officials, like the U.S. ambassadors in Greece and Brazil. Rarely tycoons, like those Germans and Italians, who blew up in cars — though they may have crossed paths with the CIA, functionaries of the world’s powerful business interests.

Mitrione gets too much credit. Brazilian researchers suggest the police had experience in torture long before he arrived. He was more likely imposing the U.S. imprimatur on repressive activities, consistent with U.S. corporatist objectives. According to researcher Patto Sá it was U.S. electrical devices that bought them cachet with Brazilian investigators.

CIA reports show they closely scrutinized the Bolshevik confessions described in Arthur Koestler’s Darkness at Noon. The impetus was revenge after US soldiers detained during the Korean War publicly had denounced their own country’s imperialism on TV. Drugs, torture, electro-shocks and hypnosis comprised the American response, in an publicly choreographed effort to best the Korean-Chinese.

Childhood

One night in Brazil, before we were quarantined to Rio de Janeiro by the “mountain guerillas” who had claimed the scalp of the American ambassador, we headed up the hills to a blessed and much-loved retreat from the city.

The roads were winding and the hour was late. Tired children, we were allocated rooms in the embassy cottage. When we opened my room the roof was stuck with bats, dozens of them, startled by the light.

For a moment I was terrified, as a child should be, gripped by that mixture of amazement and wonder. Yet the image stuck with me and I realized I loved those small, sleepy faces. I have carried for half a century the image of a ceilingfull of bats.

So when Event Covid arrived, I was ready with my inner bat, to question the apportion of blame. To me they were not other, and thus could not fill the role of scapegoat that they played in the minds of others.

When you grow up in the tropics you are aware of dark and light, of jumblies and Candomblé, of ghosts and spirits. The pathetic irony is that the more we think our sophisticated society keeps us safe, the more vulnerable we are when someone says boo!

Dénouement

Where are we? Who kills and who runs? Which side do you join?

Who is the spectre, who is the boss, and what drives you to prostrate yourself, exposing your inner fears?

Happy Fifth of November!

[1] "Australian generals training our military to attack our own citizens in our own country. Are you kidding me?" https://www.bitchute.com/video/iS0WoEXOADy9/

[2] Black Lakes Reservation, Canada. Troops said to be forcibly injecting first nations people. Many have taken their children and run to the hills. @ 00:17:00 http://thephaser.com/2021/11/the-australian-govt-must-be-removed-or-millions-will-die/