I Stopped Taking People Seriously At Age 12
I had one final conversation with my principal about John Holdren & then tapped out
The only adults I ever met who I didn’t think were a joke were my civil defense instructors in Lincoln, Nebraska in 1975. They were serious guys and stayed based year round without a break. They were definitely hooked in to what was going on and their careful guidance is what prepared me to open my eyes and pay attention from a young age.
All the adults I met before that and most of them afterwards seemed like really good NPCs and animatronic bots with very poor random dialogue lines they just repeated over and over again. You could see just looking at them that the majority of grownups had their lights on but nobody was really home up there. I treated most of them the same way you treat mildly retarded children. You talk slowly, smile and avoid subjects that will get them overstimulated.
The thing about adults that put me off most was their lack of an executive. You could see they were incapable of stopping the decline in their civilization, in fact most of them were not aware there was any sort of decline. They were acted upon but otherwise incapable of acting on anything. They simply obeyed, reacted and complied with their directives. Foreshadowing what was to come. If I spoke Hebrew I think I would have adopted the slang “goy” in talking about them. The cattle. Cattle who move out of the barn in the morning and move back into it at night after they have grazed. That’s what they seemed like when I was growing up. By the time I was ten years old, I began to suspect that these cattle existed for only one reason. When they had been squeezed for all the resources they could yield, their destiny was to end inside the dark, humid confines of a slaughterhouse.
I think my mother moved at least 40+ times after my father deserted us and there was a never-ending blur of faces and people I just stopped caring about. Another school, another group of primates … all I asked of them was to be left alone but they didn’t really reciprocate. They never did leave me alone for the best years of my life. The humans never felt gratitude and never felt the need to say something kind to me. I’m not just talking about my wife. Sapiens is mean as sin and takes pleasure mainly in arbitrary cruelty to anybody he thinks he can get away with it without retribution. Any contact I’ve had with them just seems like an opening to cheat some more out of me.
I always made the effort but nobody ever saw me as anything but a pretty face, blue eyes and somebody they didn’t consider to be human. Not a single woman ever gave me anything but a sneer in the entire 60 years I was alive unless they needed me for something. In my wife’s case it was a heterosexual beard to show to her parents in Australia. My wife wasn’t the only person I loved. I loved many of them but they never loved me back, not one of them did. I’m not telling you this to canvas for sympathy … I’m giving you the authentic story instead of the usual gibberish that our society would feed you. They’re not even close. As with all “Asperger’s Syndrome” kids, heartfelt and warm and generous and friendly (real time scans of the brain prove it, they feel emotions much more strongly than regular people will ever pretend to.) That lasts as long as it takes to process the feedback correctly after which you start to copy children with real autism and begin to adopt a cold, mute unfeeling mask as a defensive measure against Homo Sapiens. Nobody ever accused these sapiens kids of being too friendly for their own good. Your best strategy is to turn your face into an iron mask of implacable contentiousness, it will keep you safe from the predations of these critters. We might be Neanderthals but we learn fast. By the time we reach our teens that face is granite and expressionless.
When I was 15 years old and in yet another school somewhere with some group of people … I never remembered any of them for long wherever I was … I was busy in the library as I had been the past ten years mining it for whatever information I could uncover there. Like Indiana Jones on the Dewey System. Before there was an internet. That’s when I found this book and actually read it sitting on a stool in the library and cutting class. It was best understood in a single sitting without interruption. I used to do that a lot - skip class and sit in the library reading instead. No need to complement me on my good judgement. I knew more then from instinct than I can articulate now.
I read this book and I knew there was a bad moon rising.
This book was a blueprint for exterminating white European Christians worldwide. Make no mistake about it. This book was published in plain sight just as H.G. Wells had recommended for socialists plotting to conquer the West. In plain sight where anybody could get a copy and read it. I suspect I was one of the few people in the world who read it and understood what was being said inside it. Whoever wrote this book was intending for it to go completely unnoticed by the cattle. It was targeted at the eyes of the elites. This was a Cabal book and it was printed worldwide for their edification and a common goal to be pursued by all of them.
The book described a brutal world government regime that would sterilize and vaccinate its subjects until only a tiny handful were left. Then it would submit them to a tyranny undreamed of in modern times. It didn’t recommend this approach immediately. It recommended careful cultivation of moral degeneracy in people until they were too weak to resist each next successive phase of their own genocide.
All information sources would be captured to control what people could think, see and learn. The only media permitted would be State owned media.
First the men would be neutered legally, socially and culturally … then finally castrated for real. It would become a right of the State to sterilize children from a young age.
The women would be encouraged to use abortion in place of birth control and to so ruin themselves with whoredom they would never be fit mothers or wives.
Once this had proceeded to it’s logical conclusion, the family would be abolished as would be any distinction between the sexes. “Mother” and “Father” would vanish from the vocabulary and the books would all be edited to remove any such gender references. The family was regarded as the birthplace of resistance to the central regime in all things.
Fake pandemics would be created with the help of the media to drive the public to get vaccines offered as cures which of course would be deadly, debilitating and cause spontaneous abortions in women. In addition to attacking the immune system slowly over time they would also attack the heart itself to erode it’s function. The death rate would be carefully calculated and controlled to reach targets and maintain them.
Any revolutionary or countercultural movements which did not contribute to the program would be crushed and erased. It might become necessary to kill leaders and popular personalities first so as to discourage all others watching. The hardest cases would be confined to prison camps and they would then be in an easy position to forcibly “vaccinate” them and euthanize them.
There’s so much more here to tell you about. The book is hair-curdling stuff and fully endorsed by all of our leaders without the slightest trace of hesitation. It is regarded as the “bible” of overpopulation strategy in many quarters.
As for the primary author, he has gone from strength to strength over the years, promoted by one administration after another to more responsibility. The government has silently confirmed this man’s purpose and their purpose are aligned completely. John Holdren walks the halls of power in Washington like John the Baptist … the architect of the entire plan we see has been executed against us all.
About two weeks after I read the book I decided to ask for a private audience with my school principal to talk to him about the book. I look back now and realize what I must have sounded like.
“They are planning to kill us all! The book is a hagiography of the future. It is the open planning of a world government they are fulminating which only begins once 90% of us have been cleaned off the planet like cockroaches! We have to do something! We better do something or the day is going to come when it is too late to do anything!”
My principal was staring at me across his desk with no small amount of affection. He was one of the few people I knew who tended to take it pretty easy on me. When I had won in my age division in the Richmond Shockoe Slip marathon in 1976 (Bicentennial) he had called me into his office to look at my trophy cup and tell me how proud he was I was enrolled there. My principal picked me out of the starting lineup photo in the newspaper as the kid with the Superman shirt on. Sharp eyes on this guy.
He took a deep breath. “Cleve, how is school going? Are you getting along well in your studies? I wish we had spoken sooner.” He tapped the pencil on his desk as if to signal he was subtly changing the subject.
“I wish you would listen to what I am saying. I think this is way more serious than you can imagine. I found this in the library. They are printing these things in plain view right in the open. I think it has something to do with guilt. If their victims are warned and do nothing, it is their own fault the fate they suffer. Its some creepy cult thing they believe in. I can’t quite explain how it works but that’s why they put these plans in front of everybody.”
After a few weak protests that I probably had misunderstood what I was reading, my principal gave me a pat on the shoulder and said he had to go to a meeting. In retrospect I think he was one of the kinder humans I ever dealt with. Unfortunately he was not very bright. He didn’t understand what the world really is beneath the surface.
I think the reason the elites hate Neanderthals so much is that they can see. They can see the book. They understand. They are not NPCs. They are not blind automatons. They are a threat in that they could warn the cattle. God says that the Watchman will answer to him if he does not at least sound the alarm.
I believe that’s the last serious conversation I ever tried to have with anybody until after I reached adulthood. Maybe when I was much older. Perhaps some of the people on the original Vault-Co website. At work or with casual acquaintances I never broke with the script again unless it was in bitter frustration on impulse at times very inappropriate. Trying to stay silent about these things forever and ever is a heavy burden. I guess that is why I am glad to be writing again on Vault-Co.
Keep your faith in God strong and take anything Tex says with a grain of salt.
Regards,Tex
Tex, you saw the truth at a young age. I remember my first introduction to the Hidden Hand being a film a youth pastor showed at my church talking about the Bilderbergs and Trilateral Commission. He was fired and replaced within a month of that showing. This was in the late 80s. Ehrlich and Holdren have been rewarded for their efforts. They followed their rules by warning us in writing of what was coming. I'm convinced most people are essentially NPCs that will just go along and do as they're told. Sometimes I wonder if the gnostics held a certain truth when it comes to souls.
Perhaps the fact that they're showing the book / the plan in plain sight is actually for confirmation to themselves that indeed people are cattle. There must be a dozen pictures where (evil guys) explain to a person precisely how they're going to harm them, and then the person doesn't do anything about it. Many horror movies have this trope.