July 2009


MJFox making light...

Perhaps its the mass marketing of his book, but I have been seeing his face everywhere with the title of the book printed in nice childlike white crayon. I have a Man-crush, as of 5 minutes ago, on Micheal J Fox. I did love the guy for his part in making Back the Future 2...changed everything! However I have just gained a new respect for him. I joined his donation site to see what freebies I get and how close I could come to contacting him about the presumed allegation that he is the brother of Jeffrey Fox that was killed in the World Trade Center attack. I have yet to confirm this and have a feeling it would be a bit more known if MJF was talking about it. I wanted initially to meet him to confirm or deny this information and now desire to know him. He embodies the truth movement. Telling it like it is. Making light of the hard stuff in order to not let it become him. The below exerpt from his book is mesmerizing. Can you feel what it is like to be him? I can. He wants to be himself, beautifully so. Even with his struggle. I know he is bound for great things in the NOW. Thanks Foxy Man!

Here is an exerpt from his new book:

Always Looking Up

The Adventures of an Incurable Optimist

In the opening pages of Lucky Man, I described a morning in Florida nineteen years ago when I woke up with a hangover and a twitching left pinky finger. In the intervening years, my life has seen many changes. Most mornings, for example, I awake to find my left pinky finger perfectly still—it’s the rest of my body that’s shaking uncontrollably. Technically, my body is only fully at peace when my mind is completely at rest—that is, asleep. Low brain activity means fewer neurons firing, or in my case, misfiring. As I awaken, before my conscious mind really knows what’s happening, my body has already gotten the news in the form of insistent neural instructions to twist, twitch, and contort. Any chance of slipping back into sleep is lost.

This morning Tracy is already up, dealing out breakfasts and readying the kids for school. I blindly fumble a plastic vial from the nightstand, dry-swallow a couple of pills, and then fall immediately into the first series of actions that, while largely automatic, demand a practiced determination. I swing my legs around to the side of the bed, and the instant my feet hit the floor, the two of them are in an argument. A condition called “dystonia,” a regular complement to Parkinson’s, cramps my feet severely and curls them inward, pressing my ankles toward the floor and the soles of my feet toward each other as though they were about to close together in prayer. I snake my right foot out toward the edge of the rug and toe-hook one of my hard leather loafers. I force my foot into the shoe, repeat the process with the left, and then cautiously stand up. Chastened by the unyielding confines of the leather, my feet begin to behave themselves. The spasms have stopped, but the aching will persist for the next twenty minutes or so.

First stop: the bathroom. I’ll spare you the initial details of my visit, except to say that with PD, it is essential to put the seat up. Grasping the toothpaste is nothing compared to the effort it takes to coordinate the two-handed task of wrangling the toothbrush and strangling out a line of paste onto the bristles. By now, my right hand has started up again, rotating at the wrist in a circular motion, perfect for what I’m about to do. My left hand guides my right hand up to my mouth, and once the back of the Oral-B touches the inside of my upper lip, I let go. It’s like releasing the tension on a slingshot and compares favorably to the most powerful state-of-the-art electric toothbrush on the market. With no off switch, stopping means seizing my right wrist with my left hand, forcing it down to the sink basin, and shaking the brush loose as though disarming a knife-wielding attacker. I can usually tell whether shaving is a good idea on any particular day, and this morning, like most, I decide it’s too early to risk bloodshed. I opt for a quick pass with an electric stubble trimmer. Miami Vice lives.

A bench in the shower takes the pressure off my feet, and the steady drumbeat of the water on my back has a therapeutic effect, though if I sit here much longer, I might never get up. Getting dressed is made easier by the pills, which have begun to assert their influence. I avoid clothing with too many buttons or laces, although I’m still addicted to Levi’s 501s, making me a fashion victim in the truest sense of the word. In lieu of proper brushing, I raise my twitching fingers up to my hairline and, raking it back, hope for the best. Executing a slow shuffle (my legs haven’t yet earned my trust for the day), I make my way out to greet my family.

At the turn from our bedroom into the hallway, there is an old full-length mirror in a wooden frame. I can’t help but catch a glimpse of myself as I pass. Turning fully toward the glass, I consider what I see. This reflected version of myself, wet, shaking, rumpled, pinched, and slightly stooped, would be alarming were it not for the self-satisfied expression pasted across my face. I would ask the obvious question, “What are you smiling about?,” but I already know the answer: “It just gets better from here.”
How to Lose Your Brain Without Losing Your Mind—that was my original title for the memoir written eight years ago. On the second or third page of the earliest draft, I made reference to myself as being a “lucky man.” After a few edits, I kept going back to those two words, and eventually they found their way onto the cover of the book. They fit then, and they still do now.

As the title for this new book, Always Looking Up works on a couple of levels. First off—let’s just get this one out of the way—it’s a short joke. At a fraction of an inch under five-foot-five, much of my interaction with the world and the people in it has required that I tilt my head backward and direct my gaze upward. However, this isn’t a manifesto about the hardships of the vertically challenged. Frankly, my height or lack thereof never bothered me much. Although there’s no doubt that it’s contributed to a certain mental toughness. I’ve made the most of the head start one gains from being underestimated. And that’s more to the point of it—Always Looking Up alludes to an emotional, psychological, intellectual, and spiritual outlook that has served me throughout my life and, perhaps, even saved me throughout my life with Parkinson’s. It’s not that I don’t feel the aching pain of loss. Physical strength, spontaneity, physical balance, manual dexterity, the freedom to do the work I want to do when I want to do it, the confidence that I can always be there for my family when they need me—all of these have been, if not completely lost to Parkinson’s, at least drastically compromised.

The last ten years of my life, which is really the stuff of this book, began with such a loss: my retirement from Spin City. I found myself struggling with a strange new dynamic: the shifting of public and private personas. I had been Mike the actor, then Mike the actor with PD. Now was I just Mike with PD? Parkinson’s had consumed my career and, in a sense, had become my career. But where did all of this leave me? I had to build a new life when I was already pretty happy with the old one. I’d been blessed with a twenty-five-year career in a job that I loved. I had a brilliant, beautiful, funny, supportive wife and an expanding brood of irrepressible kids. If I had to give up any part of this, how could I possibly protect myself from losing all of it?

The answer had very little to do with “protection” and everything to do with perspective. The only unavailable choice was whether or not to have Parkinson’s. Everything else was up to me. I could concentrate on the loss—rush in with whatever stopgap measures my ego could manufacture. I could rely on my old friend from the nineties, denial. Or I could just get on with my life and see if maybe those holes started filling in themselves. Over the last ten years, they have, in the most amazing ways.

What follows is a memoir of this last decade. But unlike Lucky Man, it is thematic rather than chronological. Work, Politics, Faith, and Family. These are the struts of my existence. These are the critical supports of my life.

Together they form a bulwark against the ravages of Parkinson’s disease. My identity has so much to do with my ability to self-express, to assert my creativity and productive worth (work), my rights and the rights of whatever communities I’m a part of and therefore responsible to (politics), my freedom to seek spiritual purpose (faith) and to explore the complex bonds I share with those I love most (family) and without whom I would have long since succumbed to darker forces.

While not a strict narrative, Always Looking Up describes a journey of self-discovery and reinvention. The story is a testament to the consolations that get me through and give meaning to every area of my life.

For everything this disease has taken, something with greater value has been given—sometimes just a marker that points me in a new direction that I might not otherwise have traveled. So, sure, it may be one step forward and two steps back, but after a time with Parkinson’s, I’ve learned that what is important is making that one step count; always looking up.
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I Love FreeMasons!

Charlie Chaplin was a Freemason. Or that's what countless conspiracies say. We all know I'm just a guy who knows 911 was not what it seems. I only know that for sure. My KFS. Do you have a KFS?

So I don't know that Charlie C was just that, a freemason. However I have been researching the codes and standards of the freemasons and have learned of a group of over 53,000 Ontarians alone who meet as a society based on these principles (paraphrased): Not a religion, respect all faiths and encouraged, love neighbors and community, serve, be good always, no compromise!

Ottawa District 1 webpage
“Freemasonry is the oldest and largest world wide fraternity dedicated to the Brotherhood of Man under the Fatherhood of a Supreme Being. Although of a religious nature, Freemasonry is not a religion. It urges its members, however, to be faithful and devoted to their own religious beliefs.

In our Province the governing body is called the Grand Lodge of Ancient Free and Accepted Masons of Canada in the Province of Ontario. It is under the leadership of the Grand Master. He presides over the 53,000 Masons who belong to one or more of the 571 lodges in our jurisdiction. Each of these lodges is under the direction of a Worshipful Master.

Any man who becomes a Mason is taught a pattern for living; reverence - morality - kindness - honesty - dependability and compassion. He must be prepared to honour his country, uphold its laws and respect those in authority. He must be prepared to maintain honourable relations with others and be willing to share in Masonic activities. Freemasonry is a way of life.”

I am not allowed to join nor do I think I am really the kind of person to join any faction outside of the family I was born into or the earth I stand on. Plus I think God is a Woman. However, the principles seem to me to be quite honorable...I do not know why I keep hearing about the freemasons within so very much of the conspiracy research I am being presented lately, with regards to those that support a new 911 investigation. BTW, big petition in NYC to get a referendum for Nov 3 toward a new investigation!

The quote by Edmund Burke [The Only Thing Necessary For Evil To Succeed, is that Good Men Do Nothing] that practically got me into all of this about 911, perhaps could be paralleled with what I read on the website; "Making Good Men Better". If we got so many good men in the faction, perhaps I should ask them to join the truth movement. My first action day @ the Guy show, way back when...I met a man...asked him if he knew about 911, and he showed me his ring. A freemason ring, said he knew. I asked what he meant...he just said we know. Wow I said, you all know, are you doing anything? He said Yeah, don't worry. I said Awesome! Then the guy got invited on stage to compete for the hairiest back. Wonderful Man! 5 or 6 kids...I can't remember now.

I won a free CD on Virgin Radio, which I am putting out a video about soon. Gonzo said I was a winner, I replied I was a truther too. What is a Truther? Well Gonzo...I tell only the truth and ask people about 911, if they don't know I tell them. That's it. Matt, are you an Illuminati? No. Are you Skull and Bones? Noo! Are you a Freemason? Heck no, I am just me, not part of any group except the truthers as of late. Why the name-calling?

I am tortured in only one way in my the people who always fall to pointing the finger. That is not our job. It's too soon to point fingers. It is never too late to simply discuss what is or even what only might be going on. Everything is OK. There are good people everywhere. Everyone is innocent until proven least in my mind. They are starting more and more to speak their own truths. To stand up and come forward. It is impossible for me alone to measure the differences being made even at this moment in time, toward Satyagraha.

Namaste, Love, Kisses for Bullets...wicked trade!
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Peace will come to me

I Will Remember to Forget.
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In traditional violent and nonviolent conflict, the goal is to defeat the opponent or frustrate the opponent’s objectives, or to meet one’s own objectives despite the efforts of the opponent to obstruct these. In satyagraha, by contrast, these are not the goals. “The Satyagrahi’s object is to convert, not to coerce, the wrong-doer.” Success is defined as cooperating with the opponent to meet a just end that the opponent is unwittingly obstructing. The opponent must be converted, at least as far as to stop obstructing the just end, for this cooperation to take place.

~ Wikipedia Satayagraha & Ghandi
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Don't Argue with Fools. People from a distance cannot see who is who. Family up close can't see much either...they got blinders on. They find the shortest distance between what they want and whats going on to be that you are crazy. That's cool.

I'm finding more and more the people who call people crazy are the ones I should not speak to...and they end asking questions all the right questions later. Everyone has a different set mind frame that sometimes resists the penetration of truth. They believe everything to be lies and include you.

They wish for things to remain simple. They wish to cognitively dismiss. No Matter. Really. Don't let it get to you or they will lock you up. In the basement, forget prison.

Practice softness with those you love, especially about your passions. When you have sheep as family members it happens that there is simply a lot of jealousy going around. Really, sometimes it's so deeply rooted and hidden the only way to expose it is to get an outside opinion or ask the person directly. Unfortunately most of our family's have friends in the world that reinforce anything. And professionals. And professional friends, oh my. Goodness isn't that sky blue today! I cannot disagree...

They tell us things specifically like; "That's your opinion and I'm entitled to mine" and then a sentence later "I'm concerned about you, and you give me no way to do anything about it". But they cut you off halfway about how awesome the new scientific evidence is that came out April 10th about Nano-Thermite...The hypocrisy is apparent for Truthers. And we love our family. People who are peaceful and righteous all do this for the kids on some level, even their inner ones.

We end up arguing with Mom and Dad about the House being on fire, whilst staying inside to suffocate with them. We scream at our siblings to take their hands off the stove, and they tell us its the best way to feed the kids by burning this really pretty spiral in our hands...see look! The System has been invited to get on this big ARK, in fact become the Arc to bridge over these troubled waters. If the whole city is on stilts floods can come and go. Lets Elevate!

Here Not the Moon. Blue Angels are Real!

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Starbucks gets Hijacked...

OK. We all know those light bulbs that Suzuki is pushing are not good right? Mercury is just the beginning. Sure they last longer but WTF, who didn't do the 1,2,3 on this one? Let me tell you about the Nature of things. Phosphorescent not so bad, Mercury really bad. We ask ourselves daily where am I going to send my money. Who is making all the money off of me? Why can I not get ahead? Why do I feel like I am killing my home and it doesn't matter if the world dies cause I'm gonna die warming. Thanks Mom and Dad....WTF?!?! More childhood dilemma's instead of waking up to what that freaking emotion is supposed to inspire. Action. Not more whining!

I am going to post it again about Suzuki's daughter. I love her. I listened live to her speech when she was 7...She was the One. She has inspired more than just her generation to follow her toward saving the world. She has also created an ego that she must retain...huge responsibility. What, in my mind, got us into this mess of global tyranny is just that. Taking but not giving back. Giving back in this case is defined as keeping up to date on the not just listen to your parents. Or your sponsors. Or anything but your own heart. Really its just about giving what you get. If you get stardom by being a killer its nothing different than being in hollywood. Only difference is there will be an investigation on how you became famous. Monica Lewinski...isn't she in Hollywood now? And maybe this MJ thing will open up a real investigation into Heath's just a theory of mine I won't let go.

Starbucks rarely does anything that is well thought out, however the video above is fantastic except the only line it gives you visually is to buy a few more light bulbs to save energy. Cristian Bale Knows....what Viral Means. And Greenpeace writes articles that are simply marketing for stuff they get funding for...PARTIAL TRUTHS AND HALF QUESTIONS...and Chemtrails in the news! Not so crazy now eh! People look up, stop staring at your feet. The sun loves you! Take it back!
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I don't want to Travel across Canada Truthing for a whole year...

Really it will be fun. But I would much rather not make movies about the people I'm talking with about 911. I would just talk about the weather on any given day with every person I see. Hey you, Check out this weather! Isn't it great. Never ends eh! Weather Weather everywhere. Oh how nice or not nice it is...lets stand around and discuss this for 10 minutes about how I think its great cause its raining and you think its ok...yea yeah we need it...sure is gloomy there with those clouds....boom, lightning flashes...we get drenched. It starts to let up and we thank God...the sun breaks through the 6 thunder clouds that just moved a bit, and wow two rainbows...never seen that before, or have we. We look at each other, "How about that Weather!".

Thank heaven for human connection. Thank something for 911. Conversation is integral. It helps to soften the blow of being responsible in this world for a body. How you converse, and quite often weather you converse with others has a huge effect on the world as a whole. There are almost 8 billion on this planet and we are all connected by such short degree's it is staggering. You need us! Interdependency makes the world go round.

I invited Obama to come see me in Being Change Episode 3. I am a dreamer. I like to imagine anything is possible. Then when I get halfway it doesn't seem like I got where I was looking, but looky where I am! Omaba, look where you are guy! Pull a JFK before it's too late. Make me cancel the grasshopper media trip....please!

And the news coming out about Michael and how he was going to tell the world about the swine flu vaccine genocide, and thats why the CIA killed super way to early to post about. Stay tuned. Go. Be Like Mike. "Heal the World!"

David Ray Griffin Call to Obama

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Blue or Red?

I imagine that right now you’re feeling a little like Alice, tumbling down the rabbit-hole…I can see it in your eyes. You have the look of a man who accepts what he sees because he is expecting to wake up. Ironically, this is not far from the truth…Let me tell you why you are here. You’re here because you know something. What you know, you can’t explain. But you feel it. You’ve felt it your entire life. That there’s something wrong with the world. You don’t know what it is, but it’s there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad. It is this feeling that has brought you to me. Do you know what I’m talking about? ~Morpheus

The Red Pill If you want to skip reading this and wake up now...

I personally have taken the red pill and its delicious. I met a great guy in Montreal and have a signed copy of this film. It helps one to realize just what might be a good reason to sit down, take the glass of water and wash the freakin thing down. Stop thinking about it. Everyone is doing it, lol. So, Blue pill you wake up...but you stay asleep. my family can get vaccinated for swine flu? I don't think so. And nor does the rest of the world aparently. Just search the internet past your yahoo news real or even really listen to what Colbert is telling you. Don't just watch his show!

You take the blue pill, the story ends, you awake in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in Wonderland, and I show you how deep the rabbit-hole goes. Remember: all I’m offering is the truth, nothing more.

Take the glass of water...its good for you!

The Real Matrix
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Lets Build Ark's!

Think Clearly! You have already been Ransomed! Perhaps a flood is coming...What do you do? Acts of Random Kindness. Ark's. Build em.

Let the connections you have with your fellow man help you to prepare. The money system is in utter turmoil and the engineering behind the collapse is being made public in short waves. We the people are coming together and sharing what we know for sure.

I know that winter is always somewhere, and it is forever summer. Something is coming. I think it's a flood of Love to cleanse this earth. Then Captain Science will be able to really soar! Woohoo! F-Eugenics!

How Blessed We Really Are
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Update Gage


I met a man in Montreal. Alive as he could be. He told me stories that were not so great. Yet truth he gave to me. I learned a lot upon that meeting. "A Truther?" he said over tea (beer). "After tonight, how can I not?". I'd have to ignore what my pa said to me. "What do you know for sure?" he'd say. Never an answer I had to give. But on that fateful day. In montreal I met a man. Being Live Explosive Evidence.

Mr. Richard Gage is in the background of my computer as I write this. Live streaming from Washington DC. Over the 100th presentation put on by this incredible man. His expression of love and disabled belief in fear is bringing the world to a land of opportunity. He does this not alone, as of today there are 719 Proffesional Architechs and Engineers standing behind him. More are signing up every day. If you know any A's or E's Please tell them about his work and where the world is going because of the blatant revealing of what is behind the mask. This is a shining example.

Oh and Ottawa 911 Truth is in for Hope Volleyball 2010 already! This time the shirts will have numbers! Please check out the blog sometime before June 2010!
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We Need More Women

Truth Action for the month of July was do I put it...Summerific! Summer Summertime...the women of the world certainly want free clothing. Perhaps some inspired exercise and emphasis for 911 Truth will help get the energy that is needed to encourage this much needed change. The Truth Force is certainly enveloping the darkest parts of our world from the inside out, like the problem never ever really existed.

911 Gone Wild!

'You Have Been Robbed" & "This Is A Heist" are showing up all over town. With the signature word "Heist" being painted all over Ottawa. I can see the people waking up to something like they have been slapped. Those that follow the ones who awaken are the ones themselves. We are all the One. I quote almost everyday a message I received from the stall wall in the Boys bathroom of Mike's Place Bar at Carleton University; "Everything I have is Stolen"...

I am finding the love is growing, everywhere I look. The Truthers are becoming more family oriented. From general Youtube comments and Internet Inforwar sites I am seeing the 4 letter word show up everywhere. Everyone is saying they love stuff. Its Growing! I can feel it from here!

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Ottawa HOPE 4 911 Truth

Ottawa 911 Truth has new shirts for this years HOPE Beach Volleyball Tourney. The only NON-Corporate team called up to play against the corporates of Ottawa. Falling on the scheduled Truth Action day of the 11th of every month, we will be giving out the free DVD's we are known for @ 4pm outside the gates to the event. Playing games on the Center Court and entertaining the Radio Station, we will be toting our Truth Team Spirit for the event...did I mention the tees? Ottawa 9/11 Truth For Peace.

Please visit the blog

And rate the video's on Youtube...
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There Is Hope 4 911 Truth

This Saturday happens to land on the 11th of the month. Truth Action Day. We have been graced with the ability to compete against the corporate elite of Ottawa. We will be playing on the center court of this huge event. The only one with bleachers! We are gonna rock Ottawa with Truth!

Come Cheer us On!

HOPE 4 911 TRUTH Blog

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Everything is OK...

In England there is a crew of Truthers that have changed the approach of so many of us. They are spreading the message of peace via the three words
"Everything is OK"
We are totally gonna Hi-Jack this idea in broad daylight...I'm sure they won't fact they have said so. ;)


Remember....Everything is OK
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Canada Day Sovereignty

Canadians around the world celebrated our Freedom on July 1st. This year marks a turning point in my personal history. This Canada day I witnessed a change in the multitudes. There is passion, there is love and concern. I do not Truth everyone I see and I do take time off to just listen. People are discussing Obama, discussing Swine Flu/the Vaccine/and sickness in general. When I say in one of my video's "They stepped on their own dick" as a direct quote from William Cooper, I do intend to have people wake up to their own awareness that something fishy is going on. Although it seems the world is right behind the truthers. Riding in the wake of what we make viral. We are the people of Earth, No Doubt. From Canada, The US, Germany, China, Russia or Elsewhere, just because you are born in a swamp, and your parents live in a swamp...The water is clear here in Canada. We see how it is being made dirty. Watching The Nations Deathbed and researching into the futility that many of our leaders have encountered is disheartening. But Canada Day Patriots, and all those individuals I spoke with in long or short Can and Will Be Change!

Everyone should read the very short book Jonathan Livinstone Seagull, it speaks of our struggle.

I was a part of WEARECHANGE OTTAWA on Wednesday @ the Freedom Rights Memorial. We had a great time. We met so many wonderful people. Having a simple reason to chat, gives us the reason to listen to everyone. I love it. I love Canada.

In other parts of the world people and their children are being bombed. "I could go on and on and on and on and on...."~Bill Cooper

Cheezy Neil

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