Dear Guardian Media Group…

Some of his essence, must be an ingredient in one of these vaccines. A global virus. A superspreader with legs. His Wikileaks led directly to the disruptions in the Middle East ten years ago. And the so-called Arab Spring. I remember how I was rapt with wonder as Mohammed Morsi stood on the podium at Tahrir Square, Cairo, and promised the throngs, “And if I don’t achieve these goals in my first year, I will step off this stage and join you in your ranks.” Or words to that effect. I heard that on a live feed from Cairo on Democracy Now, February 2011.

Turns out Morsi went to USC here in Los Angeles, and where my father taught in the fifties and sixties, when he wasn’t busy lawyering the founder of Philosophical Research Society, who was a world-renowned hypnotist with the name of Sirhan Sirhan in his appointment calendar on successive days, and hosting him in his esoteric reading library in late 1967 at a time when Sirhan disappeared from all records for two weeks (see: Denzel Washington in the Johnathan Demme great remake, “The Manchurian Candidate” from the 2000s).

[Following a hunch, I just construed after all these years that that Founder ~~aka “The Master” around the PRS campus~~ (Sirhan’s diaries: “RFK must die, RFK must die, the MASTER says shoot on commond….”) was the early homicide in the classic Raymond Chandler novel and film noir, “The Big Sleep”, the mercurial Arthur Gwynn Geiger, and also, as others have noted, the character of Jules Amthor in “Murder, My Sweet” ~~ a less well-known film noir that came out between the two shoots of The Big Sleep in the mid-forties. And also filmed as “Farewell, My Lovely”. Turns out: Chandler had met the future Founder’s (aka “Master”) patrons and funding angels, mother and daughter, Carolyn and Estelle Lloyd, on an ocean cruise in 1912, a good many years before they had even met “The Master” and established him on the Hollywood Scene, with his Mayan temple replicas and Egyptian art. It was the flavor of all that exotica that set me about digging when I suspected that Amthor (a curious name supplied by the screenwriters, and nota bene that the Vatican’s chief exorcist of over a half century concurrently was “Gabriele Amorth”, a slight acrostic, though I haven’t connected those dots as to a meaning, if any) was MPH. (His alias in the fictionalized versions as “Jules Amthor” can easily translate with some poetic license to “J. Amthor” or I and J being interchangeable in many languages, such as I.N.R.I. on the Cross, that could read: “I Am Thor” which wouldn’t surprise me, given the grandeur of his delusions). I didn’t have to dig very deep. You can find a number of connections between them in a few searches. It’s clear that Chandler was not a fan of PRS, though many Hollywood intelligentsia consulted MPH. One clue, in The Big Sleep, Geiger and his chauffeur have a homosexual liaison in the novel by Chandler, but all that was taken out by the Hayes Office of censorship in films of those years, still a taboo subject for any direct reference. But it is significant that MPH had the nickname of “The Mme. Blavatsky of America”. So, despite two “marriages de convenance” there are enough clues about, and now well acknowledged. San Diego PD closed the book on his 1990 death as a homicide, with his caretaker as chief suspect. Nothing I come across these days, it seems, is a digression, since MPH is still very much at the heart of the Sirhand rail-roading as a hypnotized patsy, and RFK Jr. knows apparently enough of all that backstory to have stood against a quorom plus of his brothers and sisters to visit Sirhan and make public that he doesn’t believe he’s the killer. Actually, he’s got a lot more on it, I believe, than that, no doubt more than I have, from some programs he’s hosted, but that much suffices for these connections. There is an engrossing, though not tell-all, documentary that came out around the time of RFK Sr.’s 50th “Anniversary” a few years ago, by Shane Sullivan, called, “The Real Manchurian Candidate” ~~ all about Sirhan, certainly worth the time to watch, for anyone living.)

Morsi then went from USC to California State Northridge (where my sister got her teaching credentials, when I was living in the same house with her, back in the 1960s, Morsi came to LA a bit later). He was a specialist in rocket science for NASA as well. One of the key health officials for this whole global “Covid” fake-out went to USC and she is a big player in this whole fabricated fiasco.

But when Morsi made the speech at TAhrir Square, standing next to him was the head of the Muslim Brotherhood in Egypt. That should be easy enough to find, it was in the NYT back then. I ran into a Coptic priest a few months ago, hard to miss walking on the Newport Pier in long black robes, and I ran this by him. I said Morsi was assassinated after he was deposed, and died not more than a couple years ago in prison. The priest insisted he had a heart attack. I gave him my best Mona Lisa smile at that, as Morsi’s brother died within a few months in a “traffic accident”.

Coincidence or Conspiracy, we report you decide.

But it’s pretty easy to see most of those events in Arabia 10 years ago ramifying directly from Mr. Assange’s leaks at that juncture.

Also, his associations with Carl Lundstrom

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carl_Lundstrom

And his whole crowd are quite troubling.

But that’s just a smattering of the curious facts in evidence in regards to the curious Mr. Assange.

By the Way, an interesting bit of sleuthing about Raymond Chandler, the Lloyds, and MPH of PRS:

https://christopherothen.wordpress.com/2018/01/28/raymond-chandler-charles-bukowski-and-the-dead-psychic/

I think he spoke highly of Sarah Harrison, the Wikileaks editor, who helped him out of Hong Kong