Radio Tavistock – Broadcasting propaganda to the masses!

There will be, in the next generation or so, a pharmacological method of making people love their servitude, and producing dictatorship without tears, so to speak, producing a kind of painless concentration camp for entire societies, so that people will in fact have their liberties taken away from them, but will rather enjoy it, because they will be distracted from any desire to rebel by propaganda or brainwashing, or brainwashing enhanced by pharmacological methods. And this seems to be the final revolution.

Aldous Huxley - Tavistock Group, California Medical School 1961.

How fucking true! And how fucking prophetic.

Of course, I wasn’t there so I have absolutely no way of knowing if he said it, or the context in which he meant it, if he said it, or, indeed, even if there is such a thing as the Tavistock Group of the California Medical School.

Ultimately, it doesn’t matter, it makes for a bloody good meme, an excellent conspiracy theory and is, as a sentiment, undoubtedly, true.

Radio Tavistock - Broadcasting propaganda to the masses

Okay, I doubt anyone, old Aldous included, saw that the pharmacological method would have involved a simple endorphin inducement strategy that revolved around posting shit on social-media sites and then constantly checking to see if your redundant virtue signalling has been met with universal approval. I expect the old boy was bent on a more psychedelic delivery method and bet his bollocks punting on shares in Sandoz Laboratories and their LSD production lines.

Nevertheless, who would of bet that the geeks would have taken over the asylum? Though, to be fair, we should have seen it coming when the peace-and-love generation started swapping their sandals for micro-chips, idealism for capitalism and weed for dough. Fucking hippies!

But, you see, my hippy-bashing, baby-boomer hate-filled spite is merely endemic of the wider issue and serves solely to prove the Hux right.

For he was right; we have now reached maximum divide and conquer.

As a brief diversionary tactic, my inspiration for the above term was filched outrageously from the old Who maxim ‘maximum R&B’, a term which, in turn, has transformed itself into something approximating a mix of blues, funk, hip hop and soul.

And it is soul which provides me with a tenuous, but propitious, link to the day of this article’s publication. Namely All Hallows’ Eve (Halloween) where all around the world children of all faiths will be, unknowingly, performing the art of ‘souling’ - the practice of going from door to door asking for ‘soul cakes’ and in return singing prayers for the souls of the givers and their friends. Essentially, it is a celebration of the dead, transformed, however, by the neoliberal gods of capitalism (the fucking hippy, baby-boomers again) into a candy-fest and sugar orgy sprinkled with child-friendly images of witchcraft and toppings of the occult whereby we unconsciously sell our soul to the corporate devil.

Which, you know, is kind of odd, given that the Halloween festival is most popular in the good old, god-fearing, US of A, where the stars and stripes fly proudly from every white picket-fenced household and where even the dogs have short back and sides. And yet, throughout October, these self-same, small-c conservative, households will also be adorned by carved out pumpkins in tribute to the decidedly mythic Jack O’ Lanterns or Will O’ The Wisps which are a reminder of an old Irish legend concerning Stingy Jack, a drunkard who bargains with Satan and is doomed to roam the Earth with only a hollowed turnip to light his way.

Huxley cookbook - Pumpkins of the Gods

It is a metaphor that should serve to remind Americans, bar those of an aboriginal heritage, that they are all immigrants.

But, ultimately, does it really matter that Halloween has become Wicca for beginners? I guess not, not if the kids have a good time.

But it does bring us back nicely to maximum divide and conquer. If it is that easy to misrepresent the origins of Halloween to serve the dark arts of the corporate whore mongers then the same principles can be applied to the masses and used to fuck us all over. It’s Huxley’s Brave New World of propaganda and brainwashing writ large.

Bogus Halloween bogeymen are cropping up all over the world. Be it Brexit in the UK, Trump in the US, evangelism in Brazil or Russian troll farms infecting our timelines, their purpose is still the same. To polarise us. To scare us. To divide us.

It doesn’t matter if you’re left, right or centre. It doesn’t matter if you’re Christian, Jew or Muslim, if we’re fighting each other we’re not fighting them and that’s exactly what they want.

We need to raise our sights above the petty online tribalisms and look beyond the phoney politics of polarisation.

It’s time to demand better because we are better. We need to put the planet first, its people second and relegate the 1% to the stocks so beloved of their forefathers, the medieval feudalists. It's time to pelt them with their own rotten tomatoes.

It is time turn off Radio Tavistock.

Humpty Dumpty fell off a Walrus

Aiwass done.

I was, honestly. Case closed, had enough and, quite frankly, I was beginning to bore myself shitless with all the old Pepper is a treasure map rhetoric.

It is though, and I think old Mac the knife may have added an additional wee layer of lacquer to an already overly polished turd thanks to his latest paean to all things Egypt, Egypt Station. Not an #Ad – though open to offers!

Shit pushing solitary Dor Beetle

Amidst a welter of symbolism upon his new album cover, including the obligatory solitary beetle – literally pushing shit, no less – we have a curious pyramid logo – or is it a train-track in a tunnel – emitting mysterious beams like a Tesla tower radiating the latest instructions from Radio Tavistock, a reverse Abbey Road procession, old-timey dancing couples – a la A Collection of Beatles Oldies - , curious stylised animals and the ultimate reference to all things Pepper, namely palm trees.

Anyone vaguely connected with this amateur collection of autistically rendered ramblings – and you’re here reading this, so you must be – will know that palm trees denote treasure and Sir Machiavellian does not let us down.

It occurred to me that possibly there was a link between all this Egypt gubbins and Aleister Crowley’s Cairo chat with his invisible friend Aiwass.

Accordingly, I have overlaid the Egypt Station cover over Pepper and whaddya know?

Okay, okay, I’ll grant you that the simple fact that the album title logo merely grazes the great baldie’s bonce is confirmation of very little, however, conspiracy fans, the overlay does create some tantalising ‘clues’.

Firstly, there is an interesting placement of one of the weird pyramid things right over the face of the waxwork Paul, the apex going right into his eye in fact. Secondly, is it pure coincidence that the name of Paul McCartney spreads out over the entire Beatles, almost as though there was really only one talented member? Solitary beetle again! Then there is the placement of another pyramid over the ‘S’ in Beatles, further elaborating the point above?

Then we have the sun shining directly over Marlene Dietrich’s head, pointing us back to the ‘key’ to the temple door. Again.

Now, whilst many of the more rational of you will be saying that this is just mere coincidence, I will attempt to demonstrate why so many Beatle ‘clues’ point back to Sgt. Pepper and its oft overlooked Alice in Wonderland references.

I shan’t bore you by repeating the references here – they’re covered in other posts – however I shall attempt to further establish these links by positing a potential explanation to the age-old riddle of the Savile Row door photo that appeared on Ringo Starr’s Rotogravure album.

If you’re anything like me then this mystery will have been keeping you up at night!

As you can see, the second-best drummer in the Beatles is snapped for the front cover peering through a magnifying glass, or, in other words, literally looking through a looking glass. Is this yet another ocular occult Beatley reference? A pretentious all-seeing eye allusion or, yet another, aspersion to Lewis Carroll and his all-pervading Alice tomes? Sir Ring-Piece and Love explained it thusly:

Question: There is a photo of the front door of Apple on the back of the cover, where did you get it?

Ringo: Neil Aspinall took it and sent us one each and I thought, “I’m gonna put it on the back of the album.” It’s a front door, but it’s a back door too. It’s got all these names scrawled on it from Finland. That’s why you’re getting a magnifying glass with the album, so you can read it all. And I thought it would be a nice bit of fun, especially for those who actually wrote on it. It used to be so smart, with a doorman and a pretty letterbox, and now it’s just…yeah!

Which, as topics for blog posts go, is pretty dull. Except, it was Neil Aspinall who sent him the photo, the same Neil Aspinall for whom nothing is a coincidence and the same Neil Aspinall who was rumoured to have been the fun-loving forum lurker Apollo C. Vermouth.

The same Apollo C. Vermouth who authored this curious little nugget of conspiratorial gold.

Keep searching the clues on the door.

One in particular is all you need.

Apollo

And…

As stated earlier in another thread, the original release included a magnifying glass so one could decipher the writings on the door.

Obviously, there remains an important clue that he wished you all would find.

The hunt begins…

You’re on the right path.

Apollo

To the best of my knowledge that clue, such as it is, has not been uncovered.

Until now.

Possibly.

I will freely admit that I have spent some of my precious, sweet time pouring over the inane scribblings of many and varied Apple scruffs trying to uncover the vital titbit that the little drummer boy wished us to find. All to no avail.

Perhaps, therefore, it is not a graffiti-based clue but a song title one that we should seek?

Indeed, one track on the album, ‘Pure Gold’ was written by the first knight of Beatledom, Beatle Paul.

If we look back to the Pepper cover who is pure gold? Why it’s the heavenly Diana Dors herself, a front door, a back door and, furthermore, a key to the temple door. And, to further labour a point, who was it that was to be sacrificed in a temple back in the Help! movie? Why ‘twas our erstwhile ring-clad drummer.

So fucking what, I sense you’re mouthing now, big fucking deal. And, too be fair, you’d have a point.

But whomsoforth* was it that led us to the fabled Walrus keyhole in the first place, for it was not I?

No, it was Mr Vermouth, of course.

Hidden on the Pepper cover is a WALRUS.

Using your trusty mirror, place it vertically touching Diana Dors left elbow.

See him?

Apollo

Walrus keyhole

A point confirmed in the video for ‘A Day in the Life’.

And just who is the movement upon the shoulder of the divine Miss Dors, the enigmatic Buffalo? Why it is a distinctly Crowleyesque vision replete with an Egyptian fez.

Which brings us back to Egypt Station.

Where we see a strange, bald man stood next to a horned ram or goat type beast.

The great beast and the strange beast also reappear on this ingeniously cryptic homage to a departed Chuckle Brother and Gary Glitter**.

Whatever the identity of the said strange beast, it’s all a bit Baphomet like.

Horny goat weed crescent moon man

As you can see the horny goat god gives us a hand signal reminiscent of the ‘as above, so below’ tarot card of the magician and so beloved of Sir Ring a ding ding from the Help! movie where, as previously mentioned, he needs to be rescued from a temple because a magician who looks like a dead ringer for Crowley is chasing him. Sync after sync after sync.

Clang / Crowley in his fez from Help!

Of course, the Walrus symbology emanates from the book Through the Looking-Glass, and What Alice Found There where we also find Humpty Dumpty. 

Humpty Crowley

Aleister Crowley has a peculiarly Humpty Dumpty like look about him – what with his great big bald head ‘n all – and Crowley claimed that Humpty Dumpty’s fall from the wall symbolised the descent of spirit into matter – whatever that means.

Indeed, the great pompous prick said this:

This is so simple as hardly to require explanation. Humpty Dumpty is of course the Egg of Spirit, and the wall is the Abyss--his "fall" is therefore the descent of spirit into matter; and it is only too painfully familiar to us that all the king's horses and all his men cannot restore us to the height.

Only the King Himself can do that!

But one can hardly comment upon a theme which has been so fruitfully treated by Ludovicus Carolus, that most holy illuminated man of God. His masterly treatment of the identity of the three reciprocating paths of Daleth, Teth, and Pe, is one of the most wonderful passages in the Holy Qabalah. His resolution of what we take to be the bond of slavery into very love, the embroidered neckband of honour bestowed upon us by the King himself, is one of the most sublime passages in this class of literature.

So there you go, consider yourselves illuminated.

It’s been fun being back. Can I go now?

*Newly invented word © Me.

**For non-UK residents, Google it.

Reverse Abbey Road procession with added crescent moon

olDIES merge: note car driving out of Macca’s head

Full Egypt

Radio Tavistock

Sergeant Temple

Inspired by another enigmatic tweet by the excellent @PredictiveBeat I have been perusing my Sgt. Pepper LP cover with fresh eyes, renewed by the potential for synchronicities and curiosities thrown-up by photo overlays.

Do you think they were trying to tell us where "the doors" are, perhaps? #PepperCracked pic.twitter.com/A0iZkFq0eP

— Pepper Cracked (@PredictiveBeat) September 19, 2017

Whilst it certainly does appear that they are trying to tell us where "the doors" are, I also noticed another strange curio. Or two. Or three.

Pepper/Cut-out overlay

Firstly, the Sgt. Pepper Beatles are contained nicely within the frame of Sgt. Pepper/Babington. Secondly, the old, mop-top, wax Beatles are encompassed by the cut-out 'fake' moustache.

But, returning to the fact that the Sergeant stripes appear to point to the divine Miss Dors, they also seem to serve to obscure her and highlight the fact that she is flanked by two of the Shirley Temples.

Accordingly, I googled Sergeant Temple and discovered that Shirley Temple married a guy called John Agar. Agar, it appears, was a sergeant in the United States Army Air Corps.

Sgt. Temple

Agar, thanks to his marriage to Shirley Temple, managed to embark upon an acting career, during which he appeared in a film called Along the Great Divide where he played a character called Billy Shear, who dies, unsuprisingly. 

Coincidence? Probably, but god knows you couldn't make this shit up. However, is it a coincidence that if you overlay the cut-out over the lyrics from the Pepper back-cover it points to the line, from A Day in the Life, naturally; that states "I saw a film today, oh boy. The English army had just won the war".

Lieutenant General James Melvin Babington, the muse for Sgt. Pepper, fought in the 16th Queen’s Lancers in the Second Boer War and the First Calvary Brigade in South Africa.

So, once again, good work by @PredictiveBeat, as Michael Caine once said you're only supposed to blow the bloody doors off!

Babington and his mighty sword

P.S. It is curious that our moustachioed hero should be sitting in front of a pair of twin pillars with a begloved lap.

 

Overlay Hotel

It is a truism that when you start looking for something you tend to find it; however, the more one looks at the Sgt. Pepper cover the more one does indeed find. Thankfully, it is not just me that finds a series of strange coincidences, happenstances, synchronicities and codes embedded within the most iconic record sleeve of all time. 

Despite not having produced a video in many years my old YouTube channel suddenly started receiving a number of interesting, and cryptic, comments pertaining to Pepper, and it is these comments that were the inspiration for this, and hopefully future, articles. 

It is always wonderful when somebody takes the time to read and comment on one’s work, even more life-affirming though when they pick up the threads and start looking for their own answers to the questions posed. Fresh eyes always see things differently and identify new areas for investigation and these comments – literally a deluge in this case – pose a whole new set of questions. Not least of these being; when exactly did the planning for Pepper begin and is it an example of predictive programming?

Here is one of the original comments: AH! LOOK AT ALL THE "LONELY" PEOPLE! (AH = 1+8 = 9) Was "Eleanor Rigby", from August 1966, (ten months BEFORE "Sgt Pepper") setting us up for a record and cover that had already been prepared? Was Paul giving us an instruction to look at the LONELY (hearts club) people a year before we first saw them gathered together? An anagram of "Ah, look at all the lonely people" is: ALLEN POE, LEO, HALL: LOOK AT THE "YP". Poe, Leo Gorcey (later removed) and, next to him, Huntz Hall all appear on the back row of the Sgt Pepper crowd, aligned. If you draw a line on the Pepper sleeve drum skin that takes you from the "Y" to the "P" (the one that sits directly below the dead centre of the cover, which has been cited before by Redwel), and then beyond, it takes you to.... KARL MARX / HG WELLS Again! When Poe, Hall, the "Y" and the "P" are connected, it creates a perfect, inverted right-angle triangle. That means that there are possiblyTHREE markers on Sgt Pepper alone that take us to Marx/Wells point, as well as those later on "Maxwells Silver Hammer". Behind the scenes, is it possible that the team that assembled and steered The Beatles were working at least a year ahead of schedule?

Which is, I am sure you will agree, a staggering possibility, but is it one that can be validated in any meaningful way? 

Some time ago I wrote about the fact that if you overlay a compass over the Sgt. Pepper cover, then, at exactly 33°, you will find both Karl Marx and H.G. Wells, who were both 33° Freemasons. Now, via Karl Townam’s anagram of ‘Ah, look at all the lonely people’ we can discover another encoded reference to Marx Wells.

33° Masons at exactly 33°

If you extend this compass line slightly, down through the Pepper drum-skin, through the ‘P’ and ‘Y’ of Lonely Hearts we can create an axis for Karl’s right-sided triangle that is completed through the anagrammatic list of cast members – Allen Poe, Leo (Gorcey) and (Huntz) Hall. 

So, by looking at the all the lonely people, as instructed by Eleanor Rigby (who lived in a dream a la ‘Yesterday’, which was formed in a dream), we can find a link to the very people mentioned, albeit anagrammatically, in the line ‘Ah! Look at all the lonely people’. 

Also, if we look again at the extended 33° line we see that it goes through both ALBERT Stubbins and Huntz HALL – ‘Now They Know How Many holes it takes to fill the ALBERT HALL’. A line, of course, from ‘A Day in the Life’.

Karl further suggests that there may be a further link with Marx Wells via the, almost, punning title of ‘Maxwell’s Silver Hammer’ (Marx / Wells Silver Hammer) from the Abbey Road LP. The lyrics to this song mention PC 31; Character 31 from the list of the Pepperati is, of course, Karl Marx. So, is PC 31 Karl Marx?

‘Maxwell’s Silver Hammer’ is a tale about a chap called Maxwell Edison who has a penchant for killing people by hitting them on the head with a silver hammer. Interestingly, a short H G Wells story called The Reconciliation is a tale about a chap called Temple who kills an old friend by hitting him on the head with a boxing glove filled with a whale bone.

Now, if we draw a line from Wells down to the Shirley TEMPLE doll, we find it goes through a bloodied glove!

Our friend Karl suggests one more clue that could tie Sgt. Pepper and Abbey Road together. He suggests that an anagram of ‘Polythene Pam’ is ‘Open the Map YL’. So, if you draw a line from the "Y" and either of the "L’s" on the centre of the drum skin it follows the same 33° line again, to Marx/Wells.

Finally, if one should overlay the Abbey Road cover over its Sgt. Pepper counterpart we find the Abbey Road Beatles walking right over the Beatles grave from Sgt. Pepper.

Pepper Road - Lonely He Die

I have long contended that the Sgt. Pepper cover is a treasure map, but is it really? Well, we shall return to the map thing henceforth, but, in the meantime, Karl tells me he will be publishing his own blog entitled It's Getting Very Near the End shortly, that will reveal more of his exciting discoveries and he is tweeting prolifically @PredictiveBeat

May I suggest that you follow?