Steve just laughed. "Yes, Tony, you're a bit on the right track. Public opinion is being manipulated, but not in the way that you and everybody else thinks. The term public opinion has become a misnomer in our present age. What you refer to no longer exists. There no longer exists such a thing as public opinion, Tony. That ended a long time ago. As I said, the public's consciousness has been privatized. It has been taken over. It's now someone's private property, an empire's Illuminati's private playground. What everybody believes to be public opinion is merely the final image of a process that projects the thought pattern that have been authorized for society by whoever owns the Grima process in which Wormtonge is but a tool. The privatization of sex falls into this category. There is no such thing anymore as a genuine public opinion. It doesn't exist. Theoden is Tolkien's image for what society has become. Theoden represents the public consciousness that has been boxed in, into the den of feudal pigs who run this process, which is a process of theosophy as Ross correctly pointed out, that invades people's mentality and steals their humanity. That's dangerous stuff. That's a trap that is hard to get out of."



      "Do you want to know on what platform this process works?" I said to Tony and to everyone else as I was getting their attention. "I came across a perfect example of it not long ago that happened in the late 1800s. It happened in Mary's household. One morning a vase filled with beautiful flowers was delivered to her door. The flowers were of the same kind that she was especially fond of. When a young woman from her household staff presented the flowers to her, asking her where she would like to have them placed, her response was short, requesting that they be burned immediately. The woman of the household didn't comply. She didn't burn the flowers. Instead, she put the flowers in her own room. She couldn't bring herself to destroy them. That evening the woman of the household became quite ill, so much so that she couldn't conceal the fact at the dinner table. Mary questioned her about it, and immediately asked: 'Have you burned those flowers.' When she confessed that she hadn't, Mary told her to do it right away. Afterwards she explained why. She told the woman that there was a group of theosophists working against her. She explained that, since it wasn't a well kept secret what kinds of flowers she is fond of, these people put together an especially beautiful arrangement of precisely those kinds of flowers in the hope that she would open herself up to them, mentally, which they could then utilize as a channel for their mental invasion. Mary explained that she recognized the game that was being played the moment that she saw those flowers. The realized that she was being targeted in that manner. She explained to the woman of her household that she had unwisely offered herself to become that target. She had unwisely subjected herself to this process. After the flowers were finally burned, the woman's illness dissipated. That's what really happened," I added, "as far as I remember reading about it."

      Steve commented that Tolkien might have been aware of these kinds of invasive processes of mental privatization. "That may be the reason," he said, "that when Grima Wormtonge was found out in the saga, he wasn't killed like any such traitor normally would have been killed in medieval times. Instead, the king, once he was restored to his sense, simply let Grima Wormtonge go his way. He simply banished him from the kingdom. He said to his people, 'let him go; let him go.' Tolkien must have realized that no other response is really possible. One can't stick a sword into a process. One can only let it go, let go one's grip on it. The trouble is that today's society hasn't learned how to let go of the processes that are killing it. It is holding on, like the woman in Mary's household had held on to those flowers."

      "I see," said Tony quietly. "That sort of thing is happening everywhere, isn't it? You look at a magazine. The cover looks cool. You buy it, take it home, open it up, and there inside you see it confirmed in writing what you opened yourself up to. You say to yourself reassured; yes, that's cool. But underneath that, you are also told of something else that is cool, which happens to be slightly less than human. Then, the next time you buy that magazine again, you see the lower concept that appeared somewhat sub-human but 'cool' on the front cover in big letters and bright colors. And so the process continues until there is no humanity left in your thinking, and you accept what you are told is 'cool.' Yes, we don't have to subscribe to that. We can let go of that process, and we will let go of it once we recognize that this privatization process has become the most potent weapon for mass-destruction ever invented. We have to let go of it, otherwise we won't survive."

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