Now yet another anniversary of 9-11 has duly arrived... How could this "unsolved crime" still remain unsolved ? Might we yet wake to a solution, in the Wake of Poseidon?
How can it be, in spite of greatly increasing public awareness of the real M.O. for 9-11, that a real "final solution" to this "unsolved crime" has yet to be found ? Why doesn’t the very number - 911 ! ring in our national conscience as the number to call for a national emergency of horrendous proportions ?
How has the work of Christopher Bollyn been marginalized and discredited ? Why has Christopher been the only writer who has ever been willing to risk telling us the whole unvarnished truth from the very beginning ? Why have I been forced to constantly defend and promote his vital message in this “truth-seeking” forum ? An answer to those nagging questions will be set forth below, as but one classic example of the gratuitous establishment of a controlled opposition, by co-option and outright theft of Christophers’ work, and through blatant, incessant, unremitting character assassination, employed primarily in the service of delaying, distorting, discrediting and eventually undermining and completely and utterly destroying the urgent message of warning that Bollyn has been trying to send us for so long.
Why has Christophers’ work been relegated to the status of a non-issue in this fine forum for so long ? Why are the most promising contributors posting their own post-doctorate dissertations in economics, or comparative theology, instead of coming to terms with the most pressing domestic issue of our time ? As it tragically turns out, there are indeed very tangible reasons for this terminal disease of "denial" having taken root here, and nearly everywhere else. What follows will illustrate many such varied reasons for such a denial, which happen to arise in one specific and truly classic case.
There are indeed those among us, under the guise and instant credibility afforded by "anti-zionism", who would magnify the tragedy a thousand-fold, by working to an alien agenda for their own selfish ends instead of a common good. It is to such self-serving and socially unredeemable creatures as these that my indictment is primarily directed, not to their largely and deliberately confused public, who have already suffered quite enough from such deliberate abuse.
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Yes, to that individual or entities operating under that alias, who has done nothing else but exploit the high visibility of this website to launch another failed career, by attempting, through distortion, gross defamation and outright plagiary, to utterly destroy the upstanding career and reputation of an outstanding and pioneering journalist - Christopher Bollyn, the following oracle shall specifically pertain...a
any foul humours stemming from unsubstantiated rumours will not go unaddressed, as is a customary wont of Poseidon
It was sometime in the banner year of 1970 A.D. when a rather pretentious convocation of British progrock musicians, banded together as King Crimson, released an eclectic second album, entitled In the Wake of Poseidon, which was a follow-up to an original conceptual effort, In the Court of the Crimson King. 1970 was a special year for musicians because, according to Poseidon himself, the ancient art of music itself was already "peaking with progrock", at the beginning of the "early 70s"
1970 would have been quite a heady time for a young Poseidon, when psychedelic drugs, music and op-art enjoyed a heyday, and pop astrology, esoteric mysticism and alternative lifestyles ran rampant. It must have been hard for young Poseidon to leave such seductive pleasantries behind, in his own gathering wake. Those were halcyon days which alack, might soon be nevermore.
Unforeseen obstacles were fated to arise, when young Poseidon began to realize that he was much too immature to really be experiencing all those multifarious delights of the mind and spirit. The only known extant photograph of Poseidon, which he himself has so magnanimously bestowed on all of us, was, indisputably according to him, taken in 1983, roughly 13 full years later than his "peaking" year of 1970. In this fetching photograph, it is barely possible to discern much of any semblance of a classic Poseidon beard, which would seem to indicate a somewhat delayed puberty, if he was actually all of his reported 27 years old in that picture. It then becomes rather difficult for Poseidon to reconcile this discrepancy between his reported age and his reported experience, if he could be described in this crop as resembling much more than a mere adolescent or altar boy at all. Nonetheless, he casually informs us that he has long regarded music as having "peaked" in the early 70s. Age plus experience.
Yet such mere trifles pale to insignificance when we realize that Poseidon is an ageless creature of the salt sea, who will always enjoy a certain immortality through his dearly beloved progrock. That was one love he could never afford to leave behind, in his headlong rush to become the foremost anti-zionist commentator in the known universe. Now his happy halcyon days would live on forever, resounding from a sunken stage of his ancient Atlantean Odeion, as timeless "neptunes" of neoclassic 1970s progrock.
And so it was that later, as Poseidon told his tale, that not quite having the chops of a Keith Emerson or of a Robert Fripp, and never quite actually making it big as a British progrock musician, our proto-antagonist duly reset his course to pursue other much loftier horizons, in a rarefied world of higher esoteric disciplines. Over a broad expanse of several weeks, he eventually attained complete mastery of such high-tech applications as celestial, quantum and vector mechanics, with advanced mathematics, practical and theoretical physics being his principal strong suit, which would also prove to stand him in good stead much later on, as an unrivalled scientific commentator on the ever popular "Popular Mechanics of 9-11". These finely honed skills would serve to virtually preclude him from any further pointless debate. He would therefore certainly need pay no heed or tribute to such insufferable internet quacks as Peter Wakefield Sault, whose own online sphere of influence was considerable, but negligible. However it is tragic that having achieved such early prominence in the "truth movement", Poseidon could only afford to maintain his pre-eminent stature at the expense of his one major nemesis, that elusive, globetrotting gumshoe reporter known as "Bollyn".
No, Poseidon would never be content with expostulating infinite theorems of 9-11 in support of his newfound hallowed cause, ANTIZIONISM. He would now conveniently forget that Mr. Bollyn, having formerly lived and travelled all over Greater Ziostan, had already been exposing zionism for years beforehand, and then proceed to extract and expropriate Mr. Bollyns' indispensable research. He would continue to expand his burgeoning realm into the literal aesthetic arts, by way of indulging his divine gift and penchant for epic poetry, juxtaposed with a fetish for periodic forays into lyrical light-operettic fare, demonstrated by his recent world-renowned satirical paraphrase, "A SHILL'S LOT", which cleverly married his sharply honed talent for lyricism with an equally rapacious facility for the fine, noble and ancient art of character assassination. What foul plagiarist would ever conspire to bastardize poor old Gilbert & Sullivan to such a cruel degree, but someone decidedly British, with a keen affinity for shillery ? Such a caustic and incisive wit as his own would hardly go unsung by cultural intelligentsia. Why, Leaping Lords of London ! He would even now see fit to criticize the Immortal Quasimodo, about a grammatical discrepancy in the adverbial accuracy of an old lyric. That would prove to be the unkindest cut of all, and it wounded Quasimodo to the quick, while his face at first just ghostly, turned a whiter shade of seasick, like an old Salty Dog.
Heedless to say, one could say that Poseidon was certainly able to cover the waterfront, in addition to every other existing front other than his front yard, which we shall soon discover further on.
The high astrological zenith attained by Poseidon represented his cusp of entrance into the hallowed house of the fourth estate, (which at that time was located somewhere on Montana Avenue) and was predestined to occur sometime in Scorpio of last year, according to an edict of Laura Knight Jadczycs' Ouija Board. Simultaneously, the Ouiji Witch had succeeded in channeling , as a real This was to herald a new collaboration in a Full Scale Assault on Bollyns' credibility, and the force was strong with this one.
One might differ with his methods, but one certainly couldn't argue with his sources, when it all came down to ruling in or ruling out "the lizard men". It was a boon to the matchless integrity and impeccable sourcing of Poseidon that he was able to discover a near bottomless blowhole of empirical thought, theosophical conjecture, and even a patently sinister, political ponerology, in the bizarre Cassiopaean Lair of Laura Jadczyc. By having such an innately mystical, if unpronounceable name, she could forego being called out by anyone but a footwasher of her Cassiopaean Cult. Even her first name of "Laura", by itself, conjured up a mysterious cinematic theme. And the sheer ponderous ponerosity and ultimate truth of her arcane convolutions of 9-11 would have been more than enough to completely overwhelm the Great Madame Blavatsky by herself. But not pompous, Ponerous Poseidon, not no way, not no how.
He tended to be full of hot air, and it freed him up from snorkeling. He could expound ad libitum on the ponerous implications of the Litvinenko affair, but then again, well so could Peter Sault. Yet it seems a little more than passing strange how they both felt so eminently qualified and compelled to express a personal expertise on Litvinenko to various forums they had in common, or even to post anonymously ? to this forum in November last year when this intriguing ponerological case began to hit the fan... Maybe they were also planning to email each other, so they could tell themselves they weren't really who they thought they were. But certain ponerous rumours had taken root, and persist to this day, that both are actually one and the same individual.
For as long as Poseidon remained in Lauras' Lair, he never had to worry about coming back down to earth, like the Twin Towers of 9-11, because his element is water, and the mighty oceans are his bathtub, and the Cassiopaean Lair was even more vast than his own. It was only after the advent of Ghoulie Annie with her cohort, that he began to show increasing apprehension about 9-11. Meanwhile Mr. Sault had been keeping things covered rather nicely on that front, so it begins to beggar the imagination why Poseidon ever had to leave his native element, endeavoring to become the foremost commentator on 9-11 in the world. But when it came down to covering Slitherstein, he knew that he had met his match, and had to prove he was worth his own sea salt.
Was it not a salty old steamboat pilot, perennial sage and irreverent humorist, Samuel Langhorne Clemens, also much better known as Mark Twain, who once notably intoned:
Yet how could anyone ever exaggerate greatly enough about the reported demise of this latter-day Poseidon ? One would soon lack for sufficient chumbuckets, after the more we hear of his alleged expiration, the more this moribund figure keeps bubbling back up from the dusky deep, in the froth of his very own spume, to prove us all wrong again - in the Wake of Poseidon !
Most mythological deities have always managed somehow to be periodically resurrected by various convenient gnostic devices, in order to maintain tenure in the Pantheon, and so as not to risk being upstaged by the real deal, whom we all know and love as Jesus Christ. But this current embodiment of gnostic divinity, in addition to all his manifold resurrections, seems quite bent on propounding his very own classical Mythos, as well as rather diligently promoting his very own idea of a "hip"Gnosis, to boot.
---Speaking of "more front than Blackpool Promenade"... how many fronts does this virtual demigod require, in his virtual ‘gnostic' war against zionism ? How can he have the effrontery to presume to have the very last word on any and all matters anti-zionist, unless indeed Poseidon is well and truly divine ?
It must be a purely divine prerogative which forbids our mythical Poseidon from divulging an uncomfortable fact, that his own personal mythical website is nothing but a sham front for a much larger going concern. Forsooth, our obsequious Poseidon seems to be 'all quiet' on the subject of his 'Gnostic Liberation Front'.
But all one need do to gain access to this inner sanctum of rabid anti-zionism is go to this page, and scroll all the way down to click a red link for illustrated version of this article. What ho ! Could it be that one of Poseidons' innumerable frothings might have originated somewhere else than with His High Poseness ? It couldn't possibly have anything else to do with THIS, could it ?
Why wouldn't He, in His Infinite Wisdom, wish it be known far and wide that he was only using this virtually inexhaustible resource as a spigot from which to spew forth waves and torrents of everyone elses' ANTI-ZIONISM, so as to pretend to establish unassailable credentials, but primarily, to obscure the real motivating reason for his so-called website in the first place, which was to finally eliminate his only real remaining competition, Sir Christopher Boleyn, Honourable Knight of the Realm
and then duly proceed to use his Mighty Wurlitzer as a launching pad for nuclear attacks on his overall character and reputation. That has been the number one priority for Poseidon from the beginning, if anyone doesn't understand that as being perfectly explicit from Poseidons' very own defamatory pronouncements, which he surreptitiously slips in between his regular regurgitations of antizionist whale puke. What a total AFFRONT to Bollyns own family, as well as to victims of 9-11 !
Our musical Poseidon would no doubt be much better off today if he had only thought to save his Mighty Mellotron instead...
Not too many individuals have ever enjoyed a singular opportunity to perform an entire Bach Prelude at their very own funeral, much less at their very own wake. But somehow, the immortal "Poseidon" has once again marshalled the awesome power of his Mighty Wurlitzer to accomplish such a death-defying feat.
In this special instance we just happen to have such a supremely gifted individual right before us, ( due to the modern miracle of video recording ) to play such an inspiring rendition, indeed, without ever needing to resort to actually playing with his organ, or really touching any of the ultra-sensitive pre-programmed "Keys of Atlantis" ( also due to another modern miracle known as onboard digital sampling ). Even if a person is certainly no J. S. BACH , one must finally begin to observe towards the end of this stunning and virtuosic ‘performance’, that certain tactile sensibilities of the ‘performer’ have become virtually nonexistent. Yet that shortcoming might be perfectly forgivable, given that our ‘performer’ can only be conceived of as an embodied divinity, but as rumour would have it, is already deceased several times over.
If I might again briefly quote the Great Virtuoso:
"Beethoven was great, but I always thought Hitler was particularly keen on Wagner which is not to my taste. Some sources refer to Wagner's "use of atonality and harmonic vagueness". Personally, I have long regarded music as peaking with progrock in the early 70s, and regularly play along to the likes of ELP's Karn Evil 9 and KING CRIMSONS' "21ST CENTURY SCHIZOID MAN"
Never mind that the title of this classic progrock monstrosity constitutes a perfect description of our latter-day mythical Poseidon, in addition to his distressing case of dual identity. It's even more depressing should one begin imagining him to "regularly play along" with it on a regular basis, by playing with his divergent selves, with an equivalent enthusiasm, and total abandon. But after fully realizing that the only way to really 'play along' with 'Schitzo-Man' is with an electric guitar, and not a keyboard, and should that previous particular prelude have failed to please, perhaps a more contemporary prelude, Prelude # 7 may now be in order, which is more suitable for this doubly dire occasion of a 9-11-07 anniversary, still in the wake of Poseidon,, performed by none other than yours truly, Peter Wakefield Sault.
Due largely to constraints of time, this article is presented in a preliminary form at the moment, as a commemoration of respect for all who perished, and for all those who have yet to find their own solution to 9-11. Bollyn has freely shared his struggle for a solution to this "unsolved crime", from the very beginning, and the legacy of his great work can certainly stand on its own merit, without any further help from Poseidon. It would be remiss, however, not to allow the great Poseidon to have the very last word, as he always seems to require. So at this harrowing point, it is fitting to insert a perfectly timed presentation of his landmark Smoking Gun, that was duly posted to Signs of the Times Forum on none other than 9-11-2006, which also ironically appears to be the same date when he first began posting his malicious, unremitting slander of Bollyn, that soon ended up right in our very own midst at this very site. So let's make a perfect anniversary of that, as well, shall we ? It could perhaps matter less in a greater scheme, if the redoubtable Poseidon turns out to be Peter Wakefield Sault or not. The foregoing is intended as an object lesson in what it just might feel like, to have suspicion cast upon oneself in the public arena, as it must surely feel to Bollyn himself. But one thing the all-wise Poseidon hasn't learned yet is how to to take a dose of his own poisonous medicine. If Poseidon chooses to poison prominent public people, then he too is fair game, and must suffer the unforgiving glare of limelight. Yet the blinding light of truth, and not Poseidons' lies, will prevail in the end, and will set us all free.
As heretofore noted, this blog entry presently constitutes a "Wake In Progress" and will be periodically updated, primarily for research purposes only. Please be sure to stay tuned for a disastrous conclusion to this dire sea-going saga, taking place - -
