archive 7: March, 2005
Hippity Hoppity ... He Has Risen (March 20, 2005)
Another holiday is quickly hopping down the bunny trail. Do you have your eggs ready for a dye job? Jelly beans come in all flavors including the gourmet variety for those whose connection to status fills their Easter baskets. Little sugar chicken peeps beg for teeth to rot. Yes, friends, Easter is coming, the holiday that talks about Jesus' death and resurrection, Easter bunnies and Easter eggs.

Whether this is a momentary lapse of logic or a permanent sabbatical, I have not been able to figure out what Jesus Christ's death and resurrection have to do with Peter Cottontail and his minions of eggs.

And so, I cannot fault you for asking, with your wide eyed innocence, "Which came first, the Resurrection or the egg?"

Let's take our own "Easter Egg Hunt" into the history of this Holy Day.

Does the following sound familiar?—Spring is in the air! Flowers and bunnies decorate the home. Father helps the children paint beautiful designs on eggs dyed in various colors. These eggs, which will later be hidden and searched for, are placed into lovely, seasonal baskets. The wonderful aroma of the hot cross buns mother is baking in the oven waft through the house. Forty days of abstaining from special foods will finally end the next day. The whole family picks out their Sunday best to wear to the next morning’s sunrise worship service to celebrate the Savior's resurrection and the renewal of life. Everyone looks forward to a succulent ham with all the trimmings. It will be a thrilling day. After all, it is one of the most important religious holidays of the year.

Easter, right? No! This is a description of an ancient Babylonian family—2,000 years before Christ—honoring the resurrection of their god, Tammuz, who was brought back from the underworld by his mother/wife, Ishtar (after whom the festival was named). As Ishtar was actually pronounced “Easter” in most Semitic dialects, it could be said that the event portrayed here is, in a sense, Easter. Of course, the occasion could easily have been a Phrygian family honoring Attis and Cybele, or perhaps a Phoenician family worshipping Adonis and Astarte. Or this depiction could just as easily represent any number of other pagan fertility celebrations of death and resurrection—including the modern Easter celebration as it has come to us through the Anglo-Saxon fertility rites of the goddess Eostre or Ostara. These are all the same festivals, separated only by time and culture.

Yes, friends, another Christian holiday has its roots in the traditions of paganism.

The ancient Saxons celebrated the return of spring with an uproarious festival commemorating their goddess of offspring and of springtime, Eastre. When the second-century Christian missionaries encountered the tribes of the North with their pagan celebrations, they attempted to convert them to Christianity. They knew that to be effective, they had to so in a clandestine manner, and so they cleverly disguised their religious message throughout the pagan population by allowing them to celebrate their pagan feasts, but to do so in a Christian manner.

The fabled Easter Egg originally served as the emblem of the germinating life of early spring. Indeed, the story of the egg has gotten scrambled over the years. The Easter Egg predates the Christian holiday of Easter. The exchange of eggs in the springtime is a custom that was centuries old when Easter was first celebrated by Christians. From the earliest times, the egg was a symbol of rebirth in most cultures. Eggs were often wrapped in gold leaf or, if you were a peasant, colored brightly by boiling them with the leaves or petals of certain flowers.

The Easter Bunny is not new to our Easter trail or tale either. This symbol too originated with the pagan festival of Eastre. The rabbit is a pagan symbol and has always been an emblem of fertility (Simrock, Mythologie, 551). The goddess, Eastre, was worshipped by the Anglo-Saxons through her earthly symbol, the hare (which was the true Easter beast) He was sacred to the Spring-Goddess, Eostre. The hare was an emblem of fertility, renewal, and return of spring. The egg, in modern American folklore, is the production of the rabbit or the hare. The story is that this hare was once a bird whom Eostre changed into a four-footed creature. Dyed eggs also formed part of the rituals of the Babylonian mystery religions. Eggs were sacred to many ancient civilizations and formed an integral part of religious ceremonies in Egypt and the Orient. Dyed eggs were hung in Egyptian temples, and the egg was regarded as the emblem of regenerative life proceeding from the mouth of the great Egyptian god.

The Germans brought the symbol of the Easter rabbit to America. It was widely ignored by other Christians until shortly after the Civil War. In fact, Easter itself was not widely celebrated in America until after that time.

Conveniently, the pagan festival of Eastre occurred at the same time of year as the Christian observance of the Resurrection of Christ. It made sense, therefore, to alter the festival itself, to make it a Christian celebration as converts were slowly won over. The early name, Eastre, was eventually changed to its modern spelling, Easter.

Prior to A.D. 325, Easter was celebrated on different days of the week. In that year, the Council of Nicaea was convened by emperor Constantine. It issued the Easter Rule which states that Easter shall be celebrated on the first Sunday that occurs after the first full moon on or after the vernal equinox. However, a caveat must be included. The "full moon" in the rule is the ecclesiastical full moon, which is defined as the fourteenth day of a tabular lunation, where day 1 corresponds to the ecclesiastical New Moon. It does not always occur on the same date as the astronomical full moon. The ecclesiastical "vernal equinox" is always on March 21. Therefore, Easter must be celebrated on a Sunday between the dates of March 22 and April 25.

The tradition of the Easter Parade on Fifth Avenue in New York City began in 1866 after the Civil War was over. People would don their Easter finery and wear bonnets that they had designed. There was a custom of mother-daughter dresses, that has since faded away. (no pun intended) Fashion statements change and it is not inconceivable that the day might come when mothers and daughters will have twin tattoos and matching navel rings. But forgive me....I have strayed from the parade route.

There is some debate as to whether Mrs. Hayes or Mrs. Madison began the tradition of the Easter Egg Roll for children, where tiny tots rolled Easter eggs with little sticks on the White House lawn. First Lady, Eleanor Roosevelt, in 1933, made the Egg Roll a media event when she greeted visiters and listeners all over America on nation-wide radio. After a decade of cancellations, the Egg Roll was reintroduced by the Eisenhowers and, in the years since, it has become quite elaborate with races, a circus and a petting zoo included.

Some traditions, however, are better left to die. Take, for example, the following. On Easter Monday women had a right to strike their husbands and on Tuesday the men struck their wives. (Beleth, I, c. cxx; Durandus, I, c. vi, 86). I must say that this tradition struck me as odd. In the northern parts of England the men would parade the streets on Easter Sunday and claim the privilege of lifting every woman three times from the ground, receiving in payment a kiss or a silver sixpence. The same was done by the women to the men on the next day. In the Neumark (Germany) on Easter Day the men servants whipped the maid servants with switches; on Monday they "switched" and the maids whipped the men. They secured their release with Easter eggs. These customs were probably of pre-Christian origin (Reinsberg-Düringsfeld, Das festliche Jahr)

The custom of the Easter Sunrise Service can be traced back to the ancient Pagan custom of welcoming the sun God at the vernal equinox, when daytime is about to exceed the length of the nighttime. It was a time to celebrate the return of life and reproduction to animal and plant life as well.

In German mythology the Goddess Eastre or "Radiant Dawn" ruled during spring festival with vegetation rites ... singing, rejoicing, processionals, flowers and the ringing of bells. Pagan customs of lighting new fires at dawn (symbolic of new light) for crop protection and healing still exist today.

And now that I have taken some of the mystery out of the history, (or vice versa) I will leave you to celebrate Easter in your own way. I merely dropped by on this Easter Eve to show you how the fabric of cultures and religions are woven into a large and colorful tapestry. If there is one thread that runs true through all the myths, legends and stories, it is the theme of "rebirth." Is it not possible to compose a beautiful symphony around that theme.......rather than a discordant death producing debate about who's right? Is it not possible to celebrate our differences and honor one another....or... have we passed through the doorway of hopelessness?

Mother Nature weeps for the fate of her children. Look at what we have done to her planet. Look at what we are doing to one another. Look at what greed and hatred have done to all of us. If there is still hope for a rebirth, it must start in the heart and mind of each one of us. That, for me, is the true Easter message.

When Did We Change From Being Innocent Victims ... To Willing Accomplices? (March 19, 2005)

The question slipped off the lips of Sophia Salis, the morning host on our local radio station, as Sophia and I sat in the quiet studio. The broadcast was finished. The callers had lobbed their softballs across the plate and the hosts had fielded them within the parameters of the station's rules. Many of the calls reflected local concerns. Every so often, however, someone voiced support for President Bush and/or talked about how we are bringing democracy to the Middle East. Yes, friends, it was just another day in "paradise" for many "good" Americans.

However, now the show was over and Sophia and I could question the unquestionable. There was no longer the fear of fleeting sponsers or the wrath of irate listeners. We had both been deeply affected by Terri Schiavo's struggle for life. The prospect of her starving to death filled us with horror. We wondered about the complicity of her husband, Michael. We wondered about the cold indifference of a great part of our society. We wondered how far downhill our culture has gone. What have we come to? Do we judge our fellow beings' worth solely by their productivity? Are the old and indigent merely burdens.......useless feeders.....drains on our economy? Have far have we sunk?

Sophia and I talked about 911 and the eagerness of people to ingest the blatant lies that are cooked up and reheated daily. This diet of lies has led to the slaughter of countless human beings. This diet of lies has led to the destruction of a country and the poisoning of its people. This diet of lies fuels the fires of bigotry, hatred and cruelty as people point to the enemy du jour.

"It's the Muslims." "It's the Jews." "It's the Blacks." "It's the Chinese." "It's the illegal aliens." Sorry friends, the blame game is officially over and YOU have won the prize. The prize is responsibilty and it is time for you to accept it. I know that it is more seductive to point to an enemy separate from oneself. I know that it is more comfortable to project greed and cruelty and murderous rage onto an illlusory "other." Yes....the game is over and guess what? There is no "other." The cosmos is having a laugh at your expense, while you have been staring at your own reflection. So, the time has come for you to take the finger of blame that you point so angrily outward and turn it around so that it points squarely in your direction. Who is responsible for what is happening in this world? Look in the mirror.

Tempus Fugit. The people have been lulled to sleep in front of "Desperate Housewives." It is time to wake them up.

Sophia is a beautiful 28 year old with the wisdom of the goddess whose name she bares. What does her future hold? She is straining to see hope but only the reflection of despair is visible, as it sadly shakes its head.

At 28 I was a mother whose life revolved around her children. My day was predictable: it required no thought. Trips to the pediatrician, the supermarket and the playgroup filled my world. The President had his duties and I had mine. I rested comfortably in my present ..while I planned for my future.

Sophia's 28th year frowns in sharp contrast. Her innocence has been robbed. Her plans have been crumpled up and tossed into the global garbage pail. There's no need to recycle.

Look at Terri Schiavo trapped in her body........look deeply into her eyes. Watch how she responds to her mother. She is a living, breathing, feeling, human being. Don't you see that?

Have we forgotten how to love? Have we ever known how to love? Has "what's in it for me?" always been our mantra?

When did we change from being innocent victims to willing accomplices? Perhaps the change was so slow.....so subtle....we did not see it happen.

For Whom Art Bell Tolls (He Tolls For The New World Order) (March 8, 2005)

Let me begin with a confession. There was a time when I was enthralled with Coast to Coast and thought that Art Bell was the "real deal" I believed that "The Bell" rang for truth and justice and exposing the lies and cover-ups of the government and mainstream media.

There were stimulating shows on which great minds like Dr. Michio Kaku, a theoretical physicist, talked about The Superstring Theory, or unique minds like Terence McKenna, talked about D.M.T.

Sure.....I was aware that there were times when Coast to Coast verged on the absurd and I had to question my loyalty. For example, there was the evening that a certain Dr. Reed relayed his "incredible" story about the "Alien Burrito."

Dr. Reed had come upon an alien in the forest. Luckily, he was carrying his tape recorder and was able to record the alien's scream. He played it for Art. That "proved" (?) the veracity of his story. Reed took the alien home and put it in his freezer. The freezer? Do aliens taste better frozen and reheated? Wouldn't a call to the authorities have been more in keeping with the situation. Art's comments, however, were a series of "oh my" (s) and "gee"(s) Strangely, (appropriate word) the alien escaped from the freezer leaving Dr. Reed with no other alternative but to go on talkshows. I do not recall whether he was selling anything. (but I was glad I didn't step in it)

And then there was the show on which Major Ed Dames (who we affectionately called Major "Head Games" ) was remote viewing Satan. Art seemed genuinely concerned for the safety of Major Con.

Ed, a regular guest on Art Bell's Coast, was teaching "Technical Remote Viewing" to anyone who had the money to buy the tapes. For a few hundred dollars, you too could remote view Satan, the Tooth Fairy or Santa Claus.

Art's career skyrocketed and then......suddenly...without warning.....he retired. The rumors abounded on the Net. Finally, Art spoke out and revealed what had happened with his son and why he needed to take time to be with his family. However, Art's retirement turned into a hiatus and, before long, "Mr. Conspiracy" returned to the airwaves. The substitute hosts had been an abysmal failure and I was very happy Art was back . But, speaking of "back" ..... before very long, a debilitating "back" condition once again silenced the man from the "high desert." People began to question what was really going on.

Finally, out of the ashes, appeared George Noory. Not only was he personable and knowledgeable....he offered airtime to guests that Art viewed with disdain. He gave voice to David Icke, Jim Marrs, Alex Jones, and Dave Von Kleist to mention a few. Perhaps the guests were instructed to stay within certain boundaries.........perhaps the leash was a bit shorter than I would've preferred.....yet they were able to state their positions without the mockery of the neocon talkshow host.

Last weekend, Art Bell hit a new low. His guest was author Ben Chertoff, who has written an article in Popular Mechanics Magazine. (Mr. Chertoff, interestingly enough, is the cousin of the newly apppointed head of Homeland Security) The article is a feeble attempt to prop up the government's version of the horrendous occurrences on September 11, 2001. The article is an attempt to quell the voices of the alternative media who have shown the official story to be filled with impossibilities, anomalies, lies, lies and damn lies.

Art Bell danced along with Ben Chertoff, mocking the conspiracy "wing nuts."
"Why do they hate this country?" "They just want to bash George Bush !" "They must be anti-Semites" (always a good one to throw in...when all else fails) "They are certainly anti-American."

The statements were ludicrous. The program was a travesty. On Saturday, March 5, 2005, Coast to Coast was an abomination.....an insult to intelligence. But the worst part of this sick display was the manner in which it treated the memory of those who lost their lives on that fateful day in September of 2001. Don't they deserve better than this? Don't we owe them that much?

It was difficult for me to stay tuned to Coast to Coast, but I knew that I had to. I knew that I had to listen to the distortions out of respect for my fellow truthseekers ...... all the courageous people who are working tirelessly to shine the light of truth on the cesspool of distortion.

I am truly saddened by the behavior of Art Bell. Perhaps he has been placed in this circumstance by situations of which I am unaware. Somewhere, deep inside me, I believe that somewhere deep inside him, he knows the truth.

I wonder if Art Bell dreams. I wonder if he is haunted by what he is doing. I would hope so. If not........maybe someone should contact Ed Dames and tell him that if he wants to remote view Satan, he might try focusing his attention on Pahrump Nevada.

911 Is Still A Cry For Help (March 6, 2005)

We sat in the Conference Room, our eyes riveted to the TV monitor. Some of my colleagues were sniffling, others were crying softly. Occasionally an angry statement could be heard. Over and over again we watched the World Trade Center footage. Over and over again, the newscasters cemented their version of reality into our stunned psyches. It was September 11, 2001, the day the music died.

Something was terribly wrong. It was more than the film that unfolded in front of my eyes. It was more than the words of the newscasters talking about the fact that we were under siege. It was more than the threat of never ending terrorism. The television screamed the official story, yet the voices in my head muted the words. Something was terribly wrong.

My feeling of disbelief was palpable. Sitting in that room of mourners on that sorrowful day, I was having a solitary experience. Questions begged for answers. How could our sophisticated system have gone awry? How could everything that had previously worked flawlessly, suddenly simultaneously failed? How could a small group of Arabs with boxcutters have thrown the whole nation into a tailspin?

Most of the people, if not all of the people, in the Conference Room had never heard of Payne Stewart. They did not know the story of the golfer whose private Learjet had lost contact with the air traffic controllers. They did not know that when the golfer's jet failed to respond to air traffic controller communications, F-16 interceptors were quickly dispatched. According to an Air Force timeline, a series of military planes provided an emergency escort to Payne's stricken Learjet starting about 20 minutes after contact with his plane was lost.

Later I learned that the Miami Herald talked to air traffic controllers who said they could not understand why there was no reaction to what was happening in the skies the morning of September 11, 2001. Why was there no reaction from the Federal Aviation Administration and the military?

That's a question that more and more people are going to ask," one controller in Miami told the Herald.

Are more and more people asking that question? Are more and more people asking any questions?

"They attacked us because they hate our freedom." The President's eyes darted back and forth as he mouthed the words.

It could have been a laughable comment. It was certainly a ludicrous comment. It could have been funny if I hadn't seen people jumping hundreds of feet to their death. It could have been funny if thousands of people hadn't lost their lives on that infamous day. I wanted to ask him why they didn't fly planes into Amsterdam, after all, they have more freedom than we do. I wanted to ask him why they didn't cripple a nuclear reactor. I wanted to ask him why he was lying to us.

Each day as the story unfolded, another alternative website pointed to another anomaly in the official story. Had a plane really hit the Pentagon? The size of the hole in its supposed wake left room for doubt. Was it physically possible for the Towers to collapse as stated, or was it controlled demolition? Were there explosives in the World Trade Center? Could burning jet fuel initiate structural damage within the towers? Why was Building 7 pulled? Could a cell phone call be made on a plane? Why was the Mayor of San Francisco, Willie Brown, told not to fly on that date? Why was the rubble from the buildings hauled off without a proper investigation?

Wonderful books kept flying off the shelves of the alternative press. And yet, the mainstream media stuck with the official story. It could have been the Kennedy Assasination(s). It could have been TWA Flight 800. It could have been Oklahoma City or Waco. I had visited this place before. It was difficult to breathe with the stench of deception in the air.

Although movies have always been a passion of mine, I have tried to be discerning about time spent in the cinema. And yet, as the days grew into months, I was trapped in the theater of the absurd mainstream media, forced to watch a poorly crafted film about the events on September 11. Such props as Mohammed Atta's passport placed pristinely on the set cried out for a director's intervention.

Who put the Korans in the vehicle near the scene of the crime? How did we immediately know it was Osama bin Laden who had designed the events of September 11, 2001? How did we immediately know the name of the 19 highjackers? Why were some of them showing up alive and well and safe in distant ports of call? Why couldn't we locate Osama bin Laden, a 6 foot 5 man on dialysis? It was not like misplacing ones keys.

Mr. Bush said "If you're not with us, you're with the terrorists." My questions subjected me to words like "traitor." My questions subjected me to ridicule and jokes about tinfoil hats.

"If you don't like this country...get the hell out."

Could anyone know how deeply I loved this country? Could anyone know the heart of an idealist who was once again being sickened by another lie? Could anyone know how much I treasured life?

The dinner of deception had been placed on the public table and people were devouring it. Once more I had strayed from the herd unable to graze on the lies and distortions that had been specially prepared for the flock. I sat in a lonely place.

On September 11th, 2004, I attended a conference in New York City called "Confronting the Evidence" My friends and I arrived at the Manhattan Center at 7:00, a full hour before the program. The streets were already full. The Manhattan Center probably holds 1000 people and yet there were additional hundreds outside hoping for cancellations. This was a very good sign. Recently a Zogby poll had stated that over 40% of New Yorkers did not believe the official story of the events that transpired on September 11, 2001. Many felt that the 9/11 Commission was nothing more than a whitewash.

The evening was hosted by Ed Begley, Jr and co-hosted by Jamey Hecht.

The presenters included such notables as Jenna Orkin, World Trade Center Environmental Organization, Kristina Borjesson, author of Into the Buzzsaw, Dr. Robert Bowman, USAF Colonel (retired) president, Institute for Space and Security Studies, Paul Thompson, author of The Terror Timeline, Christopher Scheer, journalist, Los Angeles Times, John Prados, journalist, Bulletin of Atomic Scientists, Karl Schwarz, chief executive of Global Axxess, Jeff King, M.S, physician and engineer, Webster Tarpley author of The Unauthorized Biography of George Bush (Sr.) , Christopher Bollyn, The American Free Press, Tom Gordon, 9/11 Science and Justice Alliance, David Von Kleist, host of The Power Hour and director of the film "911 In Plane Site" and Barrie Zwicker, filmmaker, "The Great Conspiracy"

The evening began with a brief but heart wrenching film called 'A Tribute to the Fallen" by Mike Berger.

Next, Jenna Orkin, for the World Trade Center Environmental Organization, talked about the cover-up of the air poisoning at Ground Zero, the asbestos, mercury and lead that had been released into the air. The EPA lied to the American people and told them that the air was safe to breathe, even allowing the White House to edit their press releases. And since then, over half of our heroes have begun manifesting respiratory problems. There are firefighters who can no longer work and, as a preview of what's in store for us, 14 rescue dogs have died.

The Bush administration was more concerned with opening Wall Street then with the safety of the first responders and the American People.

A segment from the film "Hijacking Catastrophe: 9/11, Fear & the Selling of American the Empire " produced by the Media Education Foundation, was shown. This led to a discussion of the Project for a New American Century, known as PNAC, a document that had been crafted in Sept of the year 2000 which, in essence, was a plan for increasing defense spending, preemptive action and use of military force and domination. The creators of PNAC were the same neocons that are running the Bush administration, including the brains behind the plan, Paul Wolfowitz. This project included regime change in Iraq as a central element. The originators of the plan, realized that the American populace would not allow this to happen unless there was an event of catastrophic proportion "A New Pearl Harbor"

9/11 was THAT event.

Webster Tarpley gave a superb talk. Mr. Tarpley has a book that will be released in October called 9/11 Synthetic Terrorism Myth of the Twenty-first Century. This book explores the terrorist attacks of September 11, 2001 as an example of state-sponsored, false-flag terrorism, carried out by a rogue network within the US government - a rogue network which is the current form of the invisible government behind the Iran-contra scandal of 1986-88.

Because of the constraints of time, Mr. Tarpley could only touch briefly on the roles of patsies, moles, expert professionals, the controlled corporate media and a privatized command center, as he showed how the empirical evidence around 9/11 made sense. Tarpley demonstrated that the official accounts of the Pentagon crash, the fall of the Twin Towers, the fall of WTC 7, and the crash of United 93 in Shanksville are physically impossible, and the idea that "four misfit highjackers" could pilot commercial jets is beyond the bounds of physical and technical reality.

Another dynamic presenter was Dave Von Kleist who showed a portion of his film "9/11 in Plane Site." Through the use of actual television news footage and eye witness testimony, Mr. Von Kleist presented a most compelling argument disputing the official story on many fronts. Why is there no wreckage or crater from Flight 77 on the lawn of the Pentagon and how does a plane 125 ft wide and 155 ft. long fit into a hole which is only 16 ft across. Von Kleist's footage showed a "pod" attached to the bottom of "Flight 175" and questioned the reason for its presence. Why did an eye witness report seeing no windows on Flight 175 a commercial United Airlines jetliner? Why were there dozens of reports of bombs and explosions going off around the World Trade Center before any buildings collapsed? These are just a few of the myriad questions asked in Mr. Von Kleists remarkable documentary, a film that should replace Michael Moore's meager attempt.

Karl Schwarz, chief executive of Global Axxess, talked about the Bi-Partisan nature of the elements responsible for the 9/11 tragedy. Mr. Schwarz said that if he had the time, he could have shown a 30 minute power point presentation that has already convinced 30,000 Conservative Republicans not to vote for Bush/Cheney. On a humorous note, Mr. Schwarz told the crowd that he had become a Republican because of Bill and Hillary and had now become an Independent because of the Bush Administration.

A small clip from a film called The Collapse of WTC 7, a film by SGTV, was shown. It really crystallized the case that WTC7 was PULLED.

The evening was ambitious and the program was complete, including presenters that spanned the political spectrum. Regrettably, I will not be able to do justice to all the speakers and certainly will not be able to communicate the electricity in the room. People were not always in accord, but they were able to give voice to their positions

The event posed more questions than answers but these were important questions, questions which needed to be asked.

When I left that wonderful evening on September 11, 2004, I was filled with hope. Sure, we did not all agree on everything, but was that a necessary component for our working together to uncover the truth? Yes, there were some egos that were larger than the event itself, but isn't that to be expected in the world of personalities? If we all had the same goal, couldn't we band together in deference to the old adage "there's strength in numbers."

It has been nearly four years since the planes flew into the towers. Has any progress been made? The mainstream media continues to ridicule the truth seekers. The mainstream media continues having the audacity to print bogus articles in such magazines as Popular Mechanics. It shies away from interviews with authors who have published well researched and well documented books on the subject of 9/11. Perhaps the mainstream media realizes that it is no match for the truth. After all, how loud can Sean Hannity yell?

As the days grow into years, my sphere becomes increasingly populated with others who share a commitment to the truth. The Internet has brought a vast assortment of like minded people into my world. I will be eternally grateful to this global telephone. Those I have met have provided a "net" to catch me from falling into the abyss of despair.

Everyday people may sense something is wrong but they prefer to chase it quickly from their thoughts; feeding their families, making a living and watching television are their rituals and routines for survival. I cannot fault them. I cannot hit them over the head with my "two by four" of Judytruth. I cannot evangelize them into the 9/11 movement. This is something I have slowly learned over the past several years. This is something I am still learning.

Will we ever uncover the truth about September 11, 2001? Please do not expect a Hollywood ending from my pen. Should we give up? A resounding "NO." We owe this much to the victims of 9/11, their families and future generations of American

Copyright Judy Andreas 2005