Bringers of the Dawn

I just started reading a new book Bringers of the Dawn: Teachings of the Pleiadians. It's from the early 1990s. I don't too often read New Age type books anymore, but it had been on my to read list for many years now, and so I needed something "light" to take my mind off the very dark subject matter I've been reading as of late. 

Anyway, I only just started reading it, so this post isn't really about that book, but just to write about a memory that this book triggered. 

You see I have an old friend from high school who has the same last name as the author of that book, and I have this vague memory that they may have been related. Anyway, it made me think of him, and so I decided to look him up. Well, I Googled him, and I found out that he died a few years ago, at the age of 39. The obituary did not indicate how he died, but after a little bit of digging I found out that he actually died while in police custody, supposedly by suicide, specifically by hanging with a sock. Is that even possible? Of course, the first thing I thought was that he was murdered, ala Epstein, John MacAfee style. 

It's very strange, because there turned out to be a federal court case about his death, where his family sued the police department for wrongful death. I'm not going to get into all the specifics, but it read like an Alfred Hitchcock mystery thriller. 

What do we know about the man? 

Well, he had an association with Waldorf education, with Outward Bound, and with working for many years as a waiter at a variety of high end restaurants across the country, from Las Vegas to LA, from Chicago to NYC. He was also a gay man, though really bisexual, because he had been married to a woman once, and fathered a son, but for a greater part of his life, he identified as a gay man, and at the time of his death he was living with a man, who presumably was his lover. Now what's really odd about it is that what attracted the attention of the police in the first place, was that on the night of my friend's death, his roommate apparently fell out of the window of their shared fourth story apartment in the middle of the night. Of course, the first thought that crossed my mind was, did he jump, or was he pushed? Well, apparently he says he fell, and I guess he survived. Well, the police did a welfare check on that apartment, and had to break the door down, and found my friend lying naked face down on the bed, with broken glass and blood everywhere. 

Apparently the police recognized the man, because they had just been to the apartment a week before, where he had overdosed on heroin. Apparently he had a long history of mental illness, specifically bi-polar disorder, and substance abuse, and had tried to commit suicide before. 

Let's back up a bit. 

My memory of him from high school is that he was a really smart, good looking guy, easy to talk to, and I liked him. He had very strong emotional intelligence, could strike up a conversation with anyone, and seemed wise beyond his years. Of course, this is my assessment at age 16, so maybe I wasn't necessarily the best judge of character, but that is what I remember. He wasn't a close friend necessarily, but we associated with the same circle of friends, and I had been to his home before, and met his mother, and I knew at the time that he was into using a lot of psychedelics, magic mushroom, LSD, and that he knew a lot about aliens, and reptilians, and you know, David Icke type stuff. 

It's weird because he was like the poster child for gay rights in the 1990s. He was like literally on posters in my school, because he was openly gay in high school, when I guess that was a new thing to be, and so they used him as a mascot for gay rights, for promoting the message that it's okay to be gay. But of course they didn't tell the truth back then, just like they don't tell the truth right now, that gay people, especially gay men, have a higher mortality rate than heterosexuals, and that the majority of gay men don't live to see their 50th birthday, because they either die from suicide, drug overdose, sexually transmitted diseases, or murder. 

This is actually the truth. That statistically speaking, being gay, as well as being transgender, is actually associated with premature death, as well as increased incidence of mental illness, mood disorders, and overall unhappiness, and should not by any means be promoted or encouraged, unless of course your objective is to kill, to harm, or to psychologically make worse. 

Now, let's imagine a map of the United States, with a circle encompassing the region of Chicago, Illinois and Milwaukee, Wisconsin. That's where I'm from. It's a fucking moral cesspool, an illuminati stronghold, with a strong masonic presence, and I'm very happy to have escaped.

Oh, I'm sure there is much more to this story, most likely involving pornography and pedophilia and prostitution, and corrupt lawyers and judges and politicians, and freemasons and satanists and other seedy characters that have turned to the dark side, and have thus lost their humanity.

I don't know what was going on with my friend, but I think he was probably a victim of abuse at some point in his life, and I guess he was just fulfilling his destiny. 

Moral lesson: Don't use drugs, and don't be gay, especially if you are a man. If you can do that, well congratulations, you've probably just extended your lifespan by at least 30 years.