In a Time of Cowardice and Deliberate Falsehood

Hawks Nest

He heard them in the reaches. 
"Is he one of us?"
It was better than the hieroglyphics he had done for more than half his life: "I am the only one. I am the only one."
But that was the miracle of the age. 
Connectivity. 
They weren't the only ones. Not any more. 
Those people who once died alone and mad and drunk in the village square, their reputations ruined, insoluble drunks, they could see each other now. 
He reached for a soaring song. He crashed to earth and swished his ankle length robe down a long stone corridor. They had studied the mysteries all their lives and now they could reach across the valley floors and commune with the neighbours next door. Across soaring mountain tops and open deserts. 
They were surrounded by enemies and their enemies were surrounded by them. 
They were in the past and the present and already the future. And they sang to each other in a strange murmur that no one could understand. Not yet. 
How was any of this possible?
They were outflanked, that was the beauty of it. In this strange, remote piece of human consciousness, on the fringes of the known world. Where the worst of men had gained the greatest power. Where all imagination was dampened or dead. Where dreams curled and died and the military had their way, deadening the population into little more than feeding grounds. Breeding grounds for gronks. The raw material for their terrible armies. 
And they bred like crustaceans across the surface. They weren't so much evil as the ignomy of evil, here in the svelte, high in the deserts.
He could see the robes around his feet. He was late for a meeting. Late for prayers. His heart was elsewhere and he had no idea what was happening to him. The monk looked up at the valley below. The mysteries in a simple hallucination, was that it? 
He saw his mentor and ducked behind a pillar. Rationality was the last thing he wanted or needed. He already knew in the future he would be tortured, in those dungeons beneath the city square. 
And so he stayed quiet. Very quiet. Through multiple lifetimes. Hiding in the ordinary. That was the only way they had survived. 
Remote viewing. 
I can see you now. 
He saw the naked, horny policeman once again. He saw the tramp down on the edges of the Murray River. He saw them flutter, those feeders off the peak experiences of humans.
If only he could have laughed at those who tried to destroy them.
If only he could have laughed at those who were destroying the country. 
This misshapen, inchoate mess made worse by the constant missteps of Australia's appalling Prime Minister.
But there it was: the liars, the lawyers, the bureaucrats and the social engineers had won the day. 
And they were all living in the aftermath.  
And the oligarchs, the filth of Australian society, locked the doors of their mansions. 
They could feel the chill in the air. The darkness they had invited into their own homes, into the lives of the masses. Their peasants. And they knew not what they had awoken. 
Be careful who you pray to. 
Their money god was turning. And the masses rose up. And revolution was upon them. 
There in an instant. 
Revolution. 

THE BIGGER STORY: 

Finally, a journalist for a mainstream UK media outlet is methodically tracking weapons shipment serial numbers and English-language paperwork recovered from al-Qaeda groups in Syria, and he’s literally showing up at arms factories and questioning arms dealers, including officials at the Saudi Embassy in London, asking: why are your weapons in the hands of terrorists?

Veteran Middle East war correspondent Robert Fisk recently published a bombshell report entitled, I traced missile casings in Syria back to their original sellers, so it’s time for the west to reveal who they sell arms to. In it Fisk recalls a bit of detective sleuthing he’s lately been engaged in after stumbling upon a batch of missile casings and shipment paperwork last year hidden in what he describes as “the basement of a bombed-out Islamist base in eastern Aleppo” with the words “Hughes Aircraft Co/Guided Missile Surface Attack” emblazoned on the side of the spent tubes.

Of course, the Syrian government recaptured the area from Islamist insurgents including al-Nusra terrorists and their allies in December 2016, and has made rapid gains throughout the country’s east and south since; and Fisk has been trekking around the country to see what he can find.

His “detective story” as he calls it actually seems to solicit the help of the public, and begins as follows:

Readers, a small detective story. Note down this number: MFG BGM-71E-1B. And this number: STOCK NO 1410-01-300-0254. And this code: DAA A01 C-0292. I found all these numerals printed on the side of a spent missile casing lying in the basement of a bombed-out Islamist base in eastern Aleppo last year. At the top were the words “Hughes Aircraft Co”, founded in California back in the 1930s by the infamous Howard Hughes and sold in 1997 to Raytheon, the massive US defence contractor whose profits last year came to $23.35bn (£18bn). Shareholders include the Bank of America and Deutsche Bank. Raytheon’s Middle East offices can be found in Saudi Arabia, the United Arab Emirates, Israel, Egypt, Turkey and Kuwait.

There were dozens of other used-up identical missile casings in the same underground room in the ruins of eastern Aleppo, with sequential codings; in other words, these anti-armour missiles – known in the trade as Tows, “Tube-launched, optically tracked and wire-guided missiles”…

A months-long investigation which tracked and exposed a massive covert weapons shipment network to terror groups in Syria via diplomatic flights originating in the Caucuses and Eastern Europe under the watch of the CIA and other intelligence agencies has resulted in the interrogation and firing of the Bulgarian journalist who first broke the story. This comes as the original report is finally breaking into mainstream international coverage.

Investigative reporter Dilyana Gaytandzhieva authored a bombshell report for Trud Newspaper, based in Sofia, Bulgaria, which found that an Azerbaijan state airline company was regularly transporting tons of weaponry to Saudi Arabia, United Arab Emirates (UAE), and Turkey under diplomatic cover as part of the CIA covert program to supply anti-Assad fighters in Syria. Those weapons, Gaytandzhieva found, ended up in the hands of ISIS and al-Qaeda terrorists in Iraq and Syria.

While it's long been understood that the US-Gulf-NATO coalition arming rebels inside Syria facilitated the rapid rise of the Islamic State as the group had steady access to a "jihadi Wal-Mart" of weapons (in the words of one former spy and British diplomat), the Trud Newspaper report is the first to provide exhaustive documentationdetailing the precise logistical chain of the weapons as they flowed from their country of origin to the battlefield in Syria and Iraq. Gaytandzhieva even traveled to Aleppo where she filmed and examined labeled weapons shipping containers held in underground jihadist storehouses.

The Bulgaria-based journalist obtained and published dozens of secret internal memos which were leaked to her by an anonymous source as part of the report. The leaked documents appear to be internal communications between the Bulgarian government and Azerbaijan's Embassy in Sofia detailing flight plans for Silk Way Airlines, which was essentially operating an "off the books" weapons transport service (not subject to inspections or tax under diplomatic cover) for the US Special Operations Command (USSOCOM), Saudi Arabia, Israel, Germany, Denmark, and Sweden. Silk Way Airlines has been the subject of other recent investigationsinvolving weapons supplies for the Saudi war on Yemen. In addition, the military monitoring site Balkan Insight has exposed similar weapons cargo flights in and out of neighboring Serbia.