September 24, 2014
controlled by the Illuminati and contrived to promote sex, drugs and the occult. Often the artists are programmed alters.
“It should be obvious to anyone who grew up in Montreal and knows the hidden history of those years, that the singer-songwriter has spent most of his life circling a crime scene and singing about it, in a veiled but consistent way, like Hansel scattering hopeful breadcrumbs…”
by Ann Diamond
The Man Next Door
(Excerpt by henrymakow.com)
In 1951, Leonard Cohen took part in Dr. Donald Hebb’s notorious sensory isolation experiments, for which student volunteers were paid the then-princely sum of $20 a day.
Leonard once told me he enjoyed these experiments in which he learned to dissociate his consciousness, leave his body, and go on long voyages through the universe. The experience was so pleasant, he volunteered to be placed in a flotation tank while on LSD. He enjoyed that, too.
It’s called “dissociation” also known as “shock” – saints experience it when they’re being tortured or burned at the stake. So, one would guess, do their torturers. Dissociation works both ways. It explains Nazi death camps and why we may feel ecstatic after surviving a car accident.
It would be interesting to do a textual analysis of all of Cohen’s writing – someday when I have more time I plan to do that — combing his poetry and novels for references to the secret program that he appears to have been part of for most of his life. Up to now, his critics seem to have overlooked all those references to hospitals, (Nazi) doctors, psychiatric experiments, electroshock, which litter the pages of his early work. Perhaps some day we’ll get to read his first novel, Ballet of Lepers¸ which no Canadian publisher would touch in 1957. It might give us deeper insight into the real causes of his lifelong depression and anxiety.
As was the Silva Mind Control organization, where Leonard met [wife] Suzanne in the late 1960s, was another front for brainwashing. As was Nashville, where his musical career took him later. And let’s not forget the Chelsea Hotel, where he hobnobbed with musicians and CIA programmers like Kris Kristofferson, who was often mentioned when Cohen introduced his song “Chelsea Hotel #2” — about the time he had sex with the depressed and drug-addicted singer Janis Joplin. I have always found it the creepiest song in Cohen’s repertoire.
It should be obvious to anyone who grew up in Montreal and knows the hidden history of those years, that the singer-songwriter has spent most of his life circling a crime scene and singing about it, in a veiled but consistent way, like Hansel scattering hopeful breadcrumbs along a trail that took him from McGill to New York and then Europe where he connected with the Rothschilds.
These early days, when he was just an obscure young man in search of a destiny, determined everything that happened later on. Early on, he “volunteered” for something and the rest is musical history.
There were times I witnessed Leonard’s programming either in operation, or failing to operate properly. That is, when I lived next door to him and some of his friends. By the mid-80s he had many people grouped around him.
It would be hard to imagine or find a more charming, generous, affable, funny guy to have as a neighbour. Unfortunately, though, that was only one side. Cohen is multi-faceted, which is a nice way of saying he has different personae, or “alters.” I wouldn’t like to guess how many but this would explain why, while living next door, I witnessed events that would have been less likely if he had a single core personality. Instead, he had Hazel helping him manage his relationships, no easy task…